I have named His name;
Now I must prove the way.
It matters not how weary lies the road,
Nor how the senses seem to hold their sway,
Nor heavy, burdened, seems the load,—
I have named my heavenly Father's name,
And I can prove the way!
I have named His name;
Now I must walk with Him.
What matters it if troubled seems the day,
If tears attempt to make my vision dim?
From out the gloom, there gleams a ray,—
I have named my heavenly Father's name;
And I can walk with Him!
I have named His name,
And now I live in Love.
This joyous thought illumines all my road,
And peace, as gently tender as the dove,
Rejoicingly lifts high my load.
I have named my heavenly Father's name;
And so I live in Love!
