Should my heart not be humble Should my eyes fail to see Should my feet sometimes stumble On the way, stay with me Like the lamb that in springtime Wanders far from the fold Comes the darkness and the frost I get lost I grow cold I grow cold, I grow weary And I know I have sinned And I go, seeking shelter And I cry in the wind Though I grope and I blunder And I'm weak and I'm wrong Though the road buckles under Where I walk, walk along Till I find to my wonder Every path leads to Thee All that I can do is pray Stay with me Stay with me