Savior! I fol­low on, guid­ed by Thee,
Seeing not yet the hand that lead­eth me;
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no fur­ther ill;
Only to meet Thy will my will shall be.

Riven the rock for me thirst to re­lieve,
Manna from Hea­ven falls fresh ev­ery eve;
Never a want se­vere caus­eth my eye a tear,
But Thou dost whis­per near, On­ly be­lieve!

Often to Mar­ah’s brink have I been brought;
Shrinking the cup to drink, help I have sought;
And with the pray­er’s as­cent,
Jesus the branch hath rent—
Quickly re­lief hath sent, sweet­ening the draught.

Savior! I long to walk clos­er with Thee;
Led by Thy guid­ing hand ev­er to be;
Constantly near Thy side,
Quickened and pu­ri­fied,
Living for Him who died free­ly for me!