Close to His side at morning!
The sun is shining bright.
The whole wide world adorning
With beauteous golden light.
The path is clothed with flowers
How could my weakness see
The snares ‘mid fragrant bowers
Were He not leading me.
Close to His side at mid-day,
When tired with toil and heat
I tread my weary pathway
With sore and lagging feet.
Then should my soul grow weary,
My Guide and Strength is He;
The way grows bright and cheery
If He is leading me.
Close to His side at ev’ning,
When shadows dark and gray,
Are slowly, slowly deep’ning,
About my lonely way.
Then when the day is closing
On paths I cannot see,
Still on His love reposing
He gently leadeth me.
ML 12/07/1902