When The Pathway Of Duty Seems With Dang


When the pathway of duty seems danger fill’d,
And the charms of worldly beauty almost win my feeble will.
While I see the Cross uplifted, and can hear the King’s command,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

Chorus:
I will go, I will go,
Tho’ the mountains are high and the valleys low,
I will go, I will go,
I will go if my Father holds my hand.

If my Father holds my hand I can keep the narrow way,
If my Father holds my hand, I can never go astray,
Though oft it is so dark I can hardly find the way,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

Tho’ my strength is weak, by His grace I will seek
To repose like Mary at the Savior’s feet;
Then to climb to the heights of the pure delight,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

When in the vale of sorrow I am call’d to go,
And it seems each tomorrow simply brings another woe.
I am satisfied to follow where He leads, this I know,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.

When the awful waves of Jordan beat upon my soul,
In the icy hands of death my limbs are growing cold
I have nothing then to fear if my Lord is near,
I will go, if my Father holds my hand.