Father of love, our Guide and Friend,

O, lead us gently on,

Until life’s trial-time shall end,

And heavenly peace be won!

We know not what the path may be

As yet by us untrod;

But we can trust our all to thee,

Our Father and our God.

2 If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb

The hill of sacrifice,

Some angel may be there in time;

Deliverance shall arise:

Or, if some darker lot be good,

O, teach us to endure

The sorrow, pain, or solitude,

That make the spirit pure!