Travelling to the better land,
G*er the desert's scorching sand,
Father, do Thou hold my hand,
And lead me, lead me on.
When at Marah, parched with heat,
I the sparkling fountain greet,
Make the bitter waters sweet,
And lead me, lead me on.
When the wilderness is drear,
Show me Elim's palm-groves near,
With its wells, as crystal clear,
And lead me, lead me on.
Tlirough the water and the fire,
This, O Lord, my one desire:
With Thy love my heart inspire,
And lead me, lead me on.
When I stand on Jordan's brink,
Do not let me fear or shrink;
Hold me, Father, lest I sink,
And lead me, lead me on.