A desire for guidance.

FATHER, the night is dark, And slippery is my way; Take thou my hand and lead me hence To realms of endless day.

Jesus, on me the cross, A painful burden bears; Oh, may thy all-sufficient grace, Sustain me in my cares.

O Holy Ghost, direct My wandering steps aright, And let thy truth my path illume With an increasing light. Jesus, I'll follow thee, Through good report and ill; Grant that my greatest joy may be, To know and do thy will.

And when life's toil is past, Its scenes of conflict o'er, Receive me to thy glorious rest, And pleasures evermore.