Through all this life’s eventful road,

Fain would I walk with thee, my God,

And find thy presence light around,

And every step on holy ground.

2 Each blessing would I trace to thee;

In every grief, thy mercy see;

And through the paths of duty move,

Conscious of thine encircling love.

3 And when the angel Death stands by,

Be this my strength, that thou art nigh;

And this my joy, that I shall be

With those who dwell in light with thee.