As I jour­ney thro’ the land,
Singing as I go,
Pointing souls to Cal­va­ry—
To the crim­son flow,
Many ar­rows pierce my soul
From with­out, with­in;
But my Lord leads me on,
Thro’ Him I must win.

Refrain

O I want to see Him,
Look upon His face,
There to sing for­ev­er
Of His sav­ing grace;
On the streets of glo­ry
Let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last,
Ever to re­joice.

When in ser­vice for my Lord
Dark may be the night,
But I’ll cling more close to Him,
He will give me light;
Satan’s snares may vex my soul,
Turn my tho’ts aside;
But my Lord goes ahead,
Leads what­e’er be­tide.

Refrain

When in val­leys low I look
Tow’rd the mount­ain height,
And be­hold my Sav­ior there,
Leading in the fight,
With a ten­der hand out­stretched
Tow’rd the val­ley low,
Guiding me, I can see,
As I on­ward go.

Refrain

When before me bil­lows rise
From the mighty deep,
Then my Lord di­rects my bark;
He doth safe­ly keep,
And He leads me gent­ly on
Thro’ this world be­low;
He’s a real friend to me,
O I love Him so.

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