Travelling To The Better Land,
O’er The Desert’s Scorching Sand,
Father, Do Thou Hold My Hand,
And Lead Me, Lead Me On.

When At Marah, Parched With Heat,
I The Sparkling Fountain Greet,
Make The Bitter Waters Sweet,
And Lead Me, Lead Me On.

When The Wilderness Is Drear,
Show Me Elim’s Palm-Groves Near,
With Its Wells, As Crystal Clear,
And Lead Me, Lead Me On.

Tlirough The Water And The Fire,
This, O Lord, My One Desire:
With Thy Love My Heart Inspire,
And Lead Me, Lead Me On.

When I Stand On Jordan’s Brink,
Do Not Let Me Fear Or Shrink ;
Hold Me, Father, Lest I Sink,
And Lead Me, Lead Me On.