“Wherever Jesus leads me I will go,
			
				Not only to the mountain-top aglow
			
				With radiant morn and ling’ring light at eve,
			
				But to descents that wind through a ravine,
			
				Where faith must venture on a path unseen
			
				And trust His faithful guidance, and believe.
			
		 
			
  
				Though siren voices plead the joys of youth
			
				And seek to lure me from the path of truth,
			
				On pleasure’s primrose way awhile to roam,
			
				I know full well where my Forerunner leads
			
				And, with His grace supplying all my needs,
			
				I’ll follow Him until He calls me Home.”