"DEAR Lord, the way seems very dark,
I cannot see."
"Yes, child, I know, but I will be thy Light—
​ Come, follow Me!"

"Dear Lord, so lonely is this way—
Where are my friends?"
"My child, dost thou forget how far from Me
Their pathway tends?"

"Dear Master, I am growing weak,
I scarce can stand."
"O, foolish child, trust not in thine own strength,
Come, take My hand;

"For I have trod this way before,
So dark to thee.
I know each step, its weariness and pain,
Wilt trust in Me?"

"Yea, Lord, though friendless, lonely, dark,
This way may be,
I will be strong. Beloved Guide, lead on,
I follow Thee!"