Lucy Larcom

In the Dark

O THOU who art my only Light,
Thee do I follow through the night;
Though home and hope are out of sight,
Firm trust in Thee my spirit hath;
Thou knowest my part,!

Although I cannot see Thy face,
I feel the warmth of Thy embrace.
Enfold me in the dangerous place
Where sin lies waiting to betray;
Thou knowest my way.

O Thou who seest me through and through, —
The thoughts I think, the deeds I do, —
Thou knowest I would to Thee be true!
O draw me closer to Thy side,
My Lord, my Guide!

Thou knewest me, lovedst me in the past,
Even when the tempter held me fast:
Thy wanderer has come home at last,
Never again from Thee to stray —
From Thee, my Way!

I know not what may yet unfold
Beyond the morning's gates of gold.
This is my heaven, Thy hand to hold,
Thy steps to follow through the night, —
My Life, my Light!