1 Guide me, O my Savior, guide me,
While life's way I weakly rove;
Lest I wander from beside Thee,
Draw me with Thy tender love;
If alluring paths deceive me,
Holy me closely by Thy side;
Bib, oh, bid the tempter leave me,
Let my heart in Thee abide.
2 Let my ear be swift to hear Thee,
And my heart to heed Thy call;
When earth's woes are surging near me,
Be Thou still my hope my all;
If Thy watchful care enfold me,
Nothing will my heart repine;
From life's fevered ways withhold me,
Safely keep my hand in Thine.
3 When my steps with age are weary,
And life's day is waning fast,
May the clouds, that seem so dreary,
Turn to clouds of gold at last;
When the dream of life is ended,
Savior, touch my fading sight,
Let my mortal view be blended
In the everlasting Light.
Source: Hymns of the Restoration #299