I Must Have The Savior With Me,
For I Dare Not Go Alone,
I Must Feel His Presence Near Me,
And His Arm Around Me Thrown.

Then My Soul Shall Fear No Ill;
Let Him Lead Me Where He Will,
I Will Go Without A Murmur,
And His Footsteps Follow Still.

I Must Have The Savior With Me,
For My Faith At Best Is Weak;
He Can Whisper Words Of Comfort,
That No Other Voice Can Speak.

I Must Have The Savior With Me
In The Onward March Of Life,
Through The Tempest And The Sunshine,
Through The Battle And The Strife.

I Must Have The Savior With Me,
And His Eye The Way Must Guide,
Till I Reach The Vale Of Jordan,
Till I Gain The Other Side.

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