Lead, kindly light, amid the circling gloom, Lead thou me on;

The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on;

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene; one step enough for me.


I was not even thus, nor prayed that thou Should lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; bot now


Lead thou me on;

I loved the garish way and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.


So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on

O’ er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone,

And with the morn those Angel faces smile, Which I haveloved long since, and lost awhile.