1.    As I journey thro’ 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, thro’ Him I must win.

                     CHORUS

       Oh, I want to see Him, look upon His face,
       There to sing for ever 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 thenight,
       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 what e’er betide.

3.    When in valleys low I look toward the mountainheight,
       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.

4.    When before me billows rise from the mightydeep,
       They my Lord directs my barque; He doth safely keep,
       And He leads me gently on through this worldbelow,
       He’s a real Friend to me, oh, I love Him so.