Stay With Me

Should my heart not be humble

Should my eyes fail to see

Should my feet sometimes stumble on the way

Stay with me

Like the lamb that in springtime wandered far from the fold

Comes the darkness and the frost

I get lost, I grow cold

I grow cold, I grow weary and I know I have sinned

And I go seeking shelter

And I cry in the wind

Though I grope and I blunder, and I'm weak, and I'm wrong

Though the rose buckles under where I walk, walk along

Till I find to my wonder every path leads to thee

All that I can do is pray

Stay with me

Stay with me