The Path, and the Glory.

Jesus my Saviour,
Be with me every hour
In joy or sorrow
Be Thou my present power.
And, whether dark or bright
May be the coming morrow,
I would still be in the path of faith, with Thee.

Time quickly passeth,
I see in all around me
Signs of Thy coming
While evil doth surround me.
I'll hail Thee with delight,
Then I shall cease my roaming
And Thy glory will be my joy eternally.

Yet, should it please Thee
To close mine eyes in slumber,
Ere thou shalt come Lord
My days on earth to number,
I know that through thy grace
I'll find a welcome home Lord,
With the loved ones, who are waiting there with Thee.

Be Thou my portion,
Whatever may befall me.
And should I stray Lord,
Oh let Thy love recall me.
There is no love like Thine,
I prove it every day Lord,
'Tis my solace, till I reach Thy home of love.

When I look backward,
Thy cross looms up before me-
Where, I confess Lord
I saw Thy hidden glory,
Which lightens all the goal
Toward which my feet now press Lord.
May its brightness fill my heart still more and more.

Ah, well Thou knowest
The path and all its sorrow,
Teach me each day Lord,
To trust, and not to borrow
The cares that weigh me down,
But follow in the way Lord
Which Thy footsteps have marked out, in love for me.

Earth hath no power
To break the bands that hold me
To Thee forever,
Since all Thy love Thou'st told me.
'Tis stronger e'en than death.
And none I know can sever
Thy redeemed one from Thy heart, in life, or death.

When I behold Thee
In all Thy grace and glory,
And there before Thee
Retrace life's path and story,
I'll know Thee as I would,
And worship and adore Thee-
For Thy patience and forbearance Lord with me.

H. McD.

Plainfield, April 1911