Jesus, still lead on, till our rest be won,
And, al­though the way be cheer­less,
We will fol­low calm and fear­less,
Guide us by Thy hand to our fa­ther­land.

If the way be drear, if the foe be near,
Let no faith­less fears o’er­take us,
Let not faith and hope for­sake us,
For through ma­ny a woe to our home we go.

When we seek re­lief from a long felt grief;
When temp­ta­tions come al­lur­ing,
Make us pa­tient and en­dur­ing;
Show us that bright shore where we weep no more.

Jesus, still lead on, till our rest be won;
Heavenly Lead­er, still di­rect us,
Still sup­port, con­trol, pro­tect us,
Till we safe­ly stand in our fa­ther­land.