Hymn 14
As I journey thro' the land singing as I go
As I journey thro' the land singing as I go
Pointing souls to calvary-to the crimson flow,
Many arrows pierce my soul from without, within;
But my Lord leads me on, through him I must win
Oh, I want to see Him, look upon His face
There to sing for ever of His saving grace
On the streets of glory let me lift my voice;
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.
When in service for my Lord, dark may be the night
But I'll cling more close to him,He will give me light
Satan's snares may vex my soul, turn My thought aside;
But my Lord goes ahead, leads what'er betide
When in valleys low I look towards the mountain height,
And behold my Saviour there, leading in the fight.
With a tender hand outreached Towards the valley low,
Guiding me, I can see, as I onward go.
When before me billows rise from the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my barque, He doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on through this world below,
He's a real Friend to me, oh, I Love Him so.