Father, to Thee

Out of the dark­en­ing sin

’Mid foes with­out

with­in

I would the way be­gin

Father

to Thee.

Out of the fear and doubt

Amid the strife with­out

I would my hands reach out

Father

to Thee.

Out of the gloom and woe

Of toil­some love be­low

Oh

let my spir­it go

Father

to Thee.

Hear Thou this fee­ble pray­er

Do Thou the way pre­pare

And take me ov­er there

Father

to Thee.