If you will only let God guide you,
And hope in Him through all your ways,
Whatever comes, He’ll stand beside you,
To bear you through the evil days;
Who trusts in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the Rock that cannot move.

Only be still, and wait His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
To take whatever the Father’s pleasure
And all discerning love have sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him Who chose us for His own.

Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways,
But do your part in conscience true;
Trust His rich promises of grace,
So shall they be fulfilled in you;
God hears the call of those in need,
The souls that trust in Him indeed.

If thou but suffer God to guide thee
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee,
And bear thee through the evil days.
Who trust in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the rock that naught can move.

What can these anxious cares avail thee
These never ceasing moans and sighs?
What can it help if thou bewail thee
O’er each dark moment as it flies?
Our cross and trials do but press
The heavier for our bitterness.

Be patient and await His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
To take whatever thy Father’s pleasure
And His discerning love hath sent,
Nor doubt our inmost want are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

God knows full well when time of gladness
Shall be the needful thing for thee.
When He has tried thy soul with sadness
And from all guile has found thee free,
He comes to thee all unaware
And makes thee own His loving care.

Nor think amid the fiery trial
That God hath cast thee off unheard,
That he whose hopes meet no denial
Must surely be of God preferred.
Time passes and much change doth bring
And set a bound to everything.

All are alike before the Highest:
’Tis easy for our God, We know,
To raise thee up, though low thou liest,
To make the rich man poor and low.
True wonders still by Him are wrought
Who setteth up and brings to naught.

Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving,
Perform thy duties faithfully,
And trust His Word: though undeserving,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee.
God never yet forsook in need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

O walk in the footsteps of Jesus,
Child of His wonderful love;
O follow, for soon they will guide thee
Up to those mansions above.

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Yes, walk in the footsteps of Jesus,
Keeping fast hold of His hand,
For thus will He guide thee and lead thee
On to the heavenly land.

O walk in the footsteps of Jesus,
Weary one, burdened with care,
Now lift up thine eyes unto Heaven,
Lift up thy spirit in prayer.

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O walk in the footsteps of Jesus,
Mourning one, over the dead,
For gently His arms will enfold thee,
Tenderly pillow thy head.

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O’er the trackless ocean guided
By Thy hand our fathers came;
They, O Lord, in Thee confided,
Loved Thy day, revered Thy Name;
Nor would we, their faith despising,
False to their devotion be,
But, on wings of pray’r arising,
Lift our contrite hearts to Thee.

In the new land, wild and lonely,
Rude the homes which they upraised;
There they sought unto Thee only,
There Thy love and mercy praise;
In our fairer habitations,
May their zeal in us increase,
While Thy gracious consolations
Prove our everlasting peace.

Destined for their fathers’ places,
Age on until the end,
Keep, O keep, our children’s faces
Turned to Thee, our changeless Friend;
And may all who boon of Heaven
Now or evermore shall crave,
Know on earth Thy blessing given,
Glory find beyond the grave.

Within Thy temple’s sacred courts,
With loving and adoring thought,
We contemplate Thy grace, O God,
And all Thy deeds with mercy fraught.

Where’er Thy Name, O God, is known,
Where’er Thy glorious fame extends,
There also is Thy praise proclaimed,
Far as the earth’s remotest ends.

This mighty God forever lives
Our God and Savior to abide,
And till our pilgrim days shall end
Will ever be our faithful Guide.

Great is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great;
He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.

Those temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

In Sion God is known,
A refuge in distress;
How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

When kings against her joined,
And saw the Lord was there,
In wild confusion of the mind,
They fled with hasty fear.

When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,
He sends His tempests roaring loud,
And sinks them in the seas.

Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where His own sheep have been.

In every new distress
We’ll to His house repair;
We’ll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.