1 Tenderly, tenderly, lead thou me on,
on o'er the way where my Savior hath gone;
bright on his pathway the sunlight hath shone,
tenderly, tenderly, lead thou me on.
Close to his hand I so tremblingly clung,
faint were the songs I so doubtingly sung,
brokenly falling from faltering tongue,
tenderly, tenderly, lead thou me on.

2 Faithfully, faithfully, holding my hand,
on the rough, slipp'ry heights safely I stand;
looking away to the heavenly strand,
tenderly, tenderly, he leads me on.
Now has my weak heart grown trustingly strong,
ways have grown short that seemed once to be long,
gladly I join in the triumphant song,
tenderly, tenderly, leading me on.