1 As I journey through the land singing as I go,
pointing souls to Calvary to the crimson flow,
many arrows pierce my soul from without, within;
but my Lord leads me on, through him I must win.

Refrain:
O I want to see him, look upon his face,
there to sing forever of his saving grace;
on the streets of Glory let me lift my voice;
cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.

2 When in service for my Lord dark may be the night,
but I'll cling more close to him, he will give me light;
Satan's snares may vex my soul, turn my thoughts aside;
but my Lord goes ahead, leads whate'er betide. [Refrain]

3 When in valleys low I look toward the mountain height,
and behold my Saviour there, leading in the fight,
with a tender hand outstretched toward the valley low,
guiding me I can see, as I onward go. [Refrain]

4 When before me billows rise from the mighty deep,
then my Lord directs my bark; he doth safely keep,
and he leads me gently on through this world below;
he's a real friend to me, O I love him so. [Refrain]