By His vision thou canst see,
By His inspiration thrive;
By His freedom thou art free;
By His life art thou alive.
Conscious of His strength we stand,
With the power of His might;
Thine to hold His guiding hand,
Thine to follow in His light.
Though the rugged way may wind
Narrow in its first ascent,
Thou art seeking, thou shalt find,
Waymarks where the Master went.
Others, too, have traveled there;
Upward, onward, they have gone,
In each hand a staff of prayer,
In each grateful heart a song.
Drop thy burden, loose thy load;
And where saintly hosts have trod,
Take the steep and narrow road,
Out of error, up to God.
See the captive armies wind,
Restless through the plains of sense;
Loose the prisoners, lead the blind,
Show them Love's omnipotence.
