Father, let me feel Thy pre­sence;
Come, dear Lord, abide with me,
I am thirst­ing for Thy guid­ance,
Let me dai­ly walk with Thee.
Father, guide me, lest I per­ish,
Lead me, Je­sus, ev­er­more;
To the liv­ing fount of wa­ters,
For my feet are bruised and sore.

Oft the ills of life o’er­whelm me
As I jour­ney to that rest,
But sweet ser­vice I would ren­der:
Come! Abide with­in my breast;
O, I hunger for Thee dai­ly,
Cleanse my heart from crim­son stain,
Wash me, and I shall be pur­er,
When Thou com­est soon to reign.

Bring me to those heav’n­ly man­sions,
May my name be there en­throned;
Let me walk with Thee, my Fa­ther,
Just as En­och did of old.
Robe my heart as with a gar­ment,
In Thy like­ness ev­er­more;
Lord, I hear Thee gent­ly knock­ing—
I will op­en wide the door.