Father, I can not see the light,
The way is drea­ry;
Around me hang the clouds of night,
Shutting all beau­ty from my sight:
I can not see the path of right—
Father, I’m wea­ry.

I have no one to show the way,
None to up­hold me,
For all, with me have gone as­tray:
I walk alone from day to day,
With no strong, trust­ing arm to stay,
None to en­fold me.

Father, help me in Thee to trust,
For Thou canst guide me,
I know Thy ways, that they are just,
Thou know’st I’m but a child of dust;
And when be­set by earth­ly lust,
My Fa­ther, hide me.

Whene’er to Thee for aid I fly,
Oh, be Thou near me!
Look on me with a pi­ty­ing eye,
A re­fuge be when dan­ger’s nigh,
And when o’er­come, to Thee I cry,
My Fa­ther, hear me.

When ’round me hang the shades of night,
Thou’lt not for­sake me;
When earth is fad­ing from my sight,
Let burst a flood of gold­en light,
From out those gates of glo­ry bright,
And thi­ther take me.