O let me walk with Thee, my God,
As En­och walked in days of old;
Place Thou my trem­bling hand in Thine,
And sweet com­mun­ion with me hold;
E’en though the path I may not see,
Yet, Je­sus, let me walk with Thee.

I can­not, dare not, walk alone;
The tem­pest rag­es in the sky,
A thou­sand snares be­set my feet,
A thou­sand foes are lurk­ing nigh.
Still Thou the rag­ing of the sea,
O Mas­ter! let me walk with Thee.

If I may rest my hand in Thine,
I’ll count the joys of earth but loss,
And firm­ly, brave­ly jour­ney on;
I’ll bear the ban­ner of the cross
Till Zi­on’s glo­ri­ous gates I see;
Yet, Sav­ior, let me walk with Thee.