LEAD gently, Lord, and slow, For oh, my steps are weak, And ever as I go, Some soothing sentence speak; That I may turn my face Through doubt's obscurity Toward thine abiding-place, E'en tho' I cannot see. For lo, the way is dark; Through mist and cloud I grope, Save for that fitful spark, The little flame of hope. Lead gently, Lord, and slow, For fear that I may fall; I know not where to go Unless I hear thy call. My fainting soul doth yearn For thy green hills afar; So let thy mercy burn -- My greater, guiding star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER WINTER RAIN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CENTENNIAL HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |