So brightly burns Love's holy glow,
So constant shines its light,
That none may claim they do not know
The pathway through the night.
For see, 'tis lit by Love divine,
To trace for us His wise design.
Come follow, though the way be long,
Though storm and tempest shriek;
Christ hath a clearer, sweeter song
To cheer and heal the weak,
And gently leadeth by the hand,
The one who doth not firmly stand.
The lambs who wandered by the way,
He shieldeth from alarm;
For in the dark they went astray,
Unconscious of their harm.
So cometh He to all who roam,
To lead them safely, surely home.
