Christ Be My Guide
The night is cool and calm and tramping heard no more
The curtain swings when the breeze comes through the door
While I sit here a hundred of thoughts come into mind and go
Reminding me some of the happy days and some of the woe .
A perplexed mind can’t decide what to grasp and what to leave?
Conscience replies best : 'tis thy first obligation to believe
And obey the source of thy existence and Master of all things”
Thou can attempt a lot but, against His will, gain nothing .
Not of a maiden’s beauty and her spell over thousands to swoon
Nor of the earth and mountains, nor of the sky and the moon;
Not of a king’s power and his state, nor of a battle how it was won
But, I must write only the glory of God and the Christ-His son
Who came here for us and suffered in the hands of the tyrants
He walked from place to place to teach us how to live and love
A brother, a sister and all, and how to obey our parents.
Christ be my guide when onto the last journey I move.
The night is cool and calm and tramping heard no more
The curtain swings when the breeze comes through the door
While I sit here a hundred of thoughts come into mind and go
Reminding me some of the happy days and some of the woe .
A perplexed mind can’t decide what to grasp and what to leave?
Conscience replies best : 'tis thy first obligation to believe
And obey the source of thy existence and Master of all things”
Thou can attempt a lot but, against His will, gain nothing .
Not of a maiden’s beauty and her spell over thousands to swoon
Nor of the earth and mountains, nor of the sky and the moon;
Not of a king’s power and his state, nor of a battle how it was won
But, I must write only the glory of God and the Christ-His son
Who came here for us and suffered in the hands of the tyrants
He walked from place to place to teach us how to live and love
A brother, a sister and all, and how to obey our parents.
Christ be my guide when onto the last journey I move.
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