Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;

The Lord is our Leader, his Word is our stay;

Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,

The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?

2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;

The weak and oppressed, he will hear their complaint;

The way may be weary, and thorny the road,

But how can we falter? our help is in God.

3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads;

His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds!

The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,

And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares.

4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;

Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;

So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;

The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home.