The night is dark and I am far from home; Lead thou me on
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see the distant scene one step enough for me
I was not ever thus, nor payed that thou
I love to choose and see my path; but now, Lead thou me on
I loved the garrish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will
Remember not past years
So long thy power hath blessed me sure, It still
O'er moor and fen, O'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile
Written by: Charles Henry Purday, John Bacchus Dykes, John Henry Newman
