"I Look to Thee."

THIS life is dark, my Father, I can not go aright; Oh, take my hand, my Father, And guide me to the light.

The way is long, my Father, Thorns bleed my weary feet; Oh, come to me, my Father, It will be very sweet.

I'm faint and weary, Father, Contending with the tide; Oh, draw me near thee, Father, Close, close to Thy dear side.

Long have I toiled, my Father, While fears oppressed me sore, Lift me above them, Father, Up to the heavenly shore.

The cross is heavy, Father, Its weight does crush me down; Oh, take me, take me, Father, And with thy arms surround.