For need of Thee, dear God, I walked alone
'Neath skies of gray;
Assailed by grief and sore discouragement,
I lost the way,
And fell among the thorns I could not see—
For need of Thee, dear God, for need of Thee.
For need of Thee my steps would often stray
Where discord reigned,
And pride was rife, and vanity held sway,
Nor joy remained;
The bright and gladsome way I could not see—
For need of Thee, dear God, for need of Thee.
With chastened heart I bowed in prayer, when, lo,
I heard Thy voice
Which said to me: Be not afraid, my child,
Look up, rejoice;
Thou art not robbed of joy, thou canst not be,
All joy is Mine, and thou art dear to Me.
No more shall skies of gray obscure my path,
Thou art my guide;
Nor shall I feel the cruel pinch of lack,
Thou wilt provide
For all my need through all eternity;
Yet never shall I lose my need of Thee.
