“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.”