At times the path is lonely, dark, and drear;
With faltering feet the upward way we wend;
Afar off seems the journey's longed-for end,
Through mists of doubt, discouragement, and fear;
When, like a song, there come these words of cheer,
Of positive assurance: Lo, I send
Before thee always angels to attend
Thy every step—behold their presence near!
And comforted and strengthened, then we take
A heartier hold on Truth, the path pursue
With firmer tread, each steep ascent to make
For gain of clearer views, each one more true,
A promise of that perfect one to be:
Love's allness known—all life, O God, in Thee!
