I Do Not Pray That Life Be Spent
On Flowery Beds Of Ease;
I Only Pray That Christ May Guide
Across The Stormy Seas.

I Do Not Pray That Flower’s May Bloom
Along My Pilgrim Way;
I Only Ask That Christ May Guide
My Footsteps Lest I Stray.

If Thou Wilt Lead Me By The Hand,
And Guide My Trembling Feet,
For Thee, O Christ, I’ll Gladly Drink
The Bitter With The Sweet.

What Though My Life Be Peace Or Pain,
’Twill Only Soon Be O’er;
I Want To Walk The Way That Leads
To Heaven’s Eternal Shore.

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