Whereer Have Trod Thy Sacred Feet


Where’er have trod Thy sacred feet,
Teach us, O Lord, Thy steps to trace,
Where men in busy concourse meet,
Or in the lonely wilderness.

Bid us with Thee to watch and pray,
With Thee to die, with Thee to rise,
With Thee to bear our cross each day,
With Thee to soar beyond the skies.

Where’er Thou art may we remain;
Where’er Thou goest may we go:
With Thee, O Lord, no grief is pain;
Away from Thee, all joy is woe.

Oh, may we in each holy Tide,
Each solemn season, dwell with Thee!
Content if only by Thy side
In life or death we still may be.

Amen.