When The Way Is So Dark That I

When the way is so dark
That I scarcely can see,
A dear loving Saviour
Calls sweetly to me;
He bids me look upward,
Tho’ the skies are so dim,
He bids me press onward,
Cling closer to Him.

His eye is on me
In darkness or light,
In storm or in sunshine,
His love always bright;
In sleeping or waking,
Where-ever I be,
I know He is watching,
And caring for me.

Then when death comes at last,
And the Jordan I see;
O Jesus, my Saviour,
My Guide Thou shalt be;
Tho’ stormy the waters,
Tho’ dark swells the tide,
No fears shall alarm me,
When I’m at Thy side.