Wheresoe’er I roam thro’ val­leys drea­ry,
Over mount­ains, or in path­less wood,
Ever with me is a friend to cheer me,
Warning, com­fort­ing as none else could.
’Tis the Shep­herd, who once dy­ing, bleed­ing,
Still through all eter­ni­ty shall live;
Following His flock, pro­tect­ing, feed­ing,
He the ten­der­est care doth give;
Following His flock, pro­tect­ing, feed­ing,
He the ten­der­est care doth give.

All my needs eter­nal­ly sup­ply­ing,
All in all to me that Friend shall be;
Everything for which my heart is sigh­ing,
He per­ceives, and helps me lov­ing­ly.
Tho’ I oft­en feel for­sak­en, lone­ly,
He is ev­er near, for He did say:
I am with you al­way, and this on­ly
Gives me cour­age on my way;
I am with you al­way, and this on­ly
Gives me cour­age on my way.

Piercèd Heart, with love o’er­flow­ing, guide me,
Help me through life’s de­sert find my way,
Let my faith, no mat­ter what be­tide me,
Find as­sur­ance in Thy wounds for aye.
To Thy bo­som—for this life is fleet­ing—
Take me, wash my gar­ments in Thy blood,
And aris­ing may I, at Thy meet­ing,
Cry with joy, My Lord and God!
And aris­ing may I, at Thy meet­ing,
Cry with joy, My Lord and God!