What though I fall? I need not stay;
The road before me lies.
Brushing each marring stain away,
Undaunted I may rise.
Then, if involved in evil straits,
Shall I yield to despair,
And vain regrets? God's path awaits;
So let me onward fare.
If by earth's witching lure spellbound
The way of dreams I take,
The light of Truth shines all around,
Inviting me to wake.
If like the willful prodigal
In country far I roam,
The Father's love doth never fail—
Still waits my welcome home.
Whate'er of earthly woe or weal
My daily lot betide,
Untouched by sin, my selfhood real
Forever doth abide.
Thus surely do I come to see
And prove the word divine:
My Son, thou ever art with me,
And all I have is thine.
