On! Lord I walk with Thee,
My hand in Thine doth rest;
How sweet my portion is,
As Thy love fills my breast:
A love so full of peace,
My guardian shadow still;
Diffusing utmost bliss
And warding off each ill.
For Thou my Shepherd art,
What stores dost Thou provide
Of wondrous love and grace,
My needy soul to guide.
Possessed of all I am,
Abundant wealth is mine;
All gracious Lord. in Thee,
I have whate'er is thine.
A Father full revealed,
And to my soul made known;
His rest my rest for aye,
His home above my home.
A Savior-One whose blood
Has washed my sins away;
Who died ray love to win,
And turn my night to day.
A Comforter to fill
His place till that bright day,
When desert need is o'er,
And grief has passed away.
Content with such a store,
My soul would ever be,
And serve, while waiting, Lord,
The glory bright to see,
J. W. S.