To each pil­grim here be­night­ed,
Jesus has His mer­cy plight­ed;
He hath gra­cious­ly in­vit­ed
Every trem­bling soul to Him;
If He on­ly walk be­side us,
Then no ev­il can be­tide us;
He will com­fort, He will guide us,
Thro’ the sha­dows dark and grim.

Tho’ the rag­ing storms as­sail us,
Tho’ our strength and cour­age fail us,
Tho’ the gloomy sha­dows veil us
From His face along the way;
If we trust Him and re­vere Him,
If we tru­ly love and fear Him,
If in tri­al we are near Him,
He will turn our night to day.

Brightest skies some­times are cloud­ed,
Brightest hopes are oft en­shroud­ed,
Life with doubts and fears is crowd­ed,
Bravest hearts are made to ache;
But for us ’twere worse than mad­ness
To give way to doubts and sadness;
Visions of eter­nal glad­ness
Thro’ the sha­dows soon shall break.