Far Off I See the Goal

Far off I see the goal—

O Sav­ior

guide me;

I feel my strength is small—

Be Thou be­side me;

With vi­sion ev­er clear

With love that con­quers fear

And grace to per­sev­ere

O Lord

pro­vide me.

Whene’er Thy way seems strange

Go Thou be­fore me;

And

lest my heart should change

O Lord

watch o’er me;

But

should my faith prove frail

And I through blind­ness fail

O let Thy grace pre­vail

And still re­store me.

Should earth­ly plea­sures wane

And joy for­sake me;

And lone­ly hours of pain

At length o’er­take me

My hand in Thine hold fast

Till sor­row be o’er­past

And gen­tle death at last

For Heav’n awake me.

There

with the ran­somed throng

Who praise for­ev­er

The love that made them strong

To serve for­ev­er

I

too

would seek Thy face

Thy fin­ished work re­trace

And mag­ni­fy Thy grace

Redeemed for­ev­er.