Lead, Kindly light amid the encircling mood.
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.
