Like Wandering Sheep O’er Mountains Cold,
Since All Have Gone Astray;
To Life And Peace Within The Fold,
How May I Find The Way ?

I Am The Way, The Truth, And The Life
No Man Cometh Unto The Father But By Me.
I Am The Way, The Truth, And The Life
No Man Cometh Unto The Father But By Me.

Bewildered Oft With Doubt And Care,
To God I Fain Would Go ;
But While They Cry, Lo Here ! Lo There !
The Truth How May I Know ?

To Christ The Way, The Truth, The Life
I Come, No More To Roam ;
He’ll Guide Me To My Father’s House,
To My Eternal Home.