Verse 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.
Chorus 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.
Verse 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 tho?ts aside; but my Lord goes ahead, leads whate?er betide.
Verse 3 When in valleys low I look toward the mountain height, and behold my Savior there, leading in the fight, with a tender hand outstretched tow?rd the valley low, guiding me, I can see, as I onward go.
Verse 4 When before me billows rise form 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.