Walking with God

1O let me walk with Thee, my God,
As Enoch walked in days of old;
Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine,
And sweet communion with me hold;
E'en tho' the path I may not see,
Yet,
Jesus, let me walk with Thee.

2I cannot, dare not walk alone;
The tempest rages in the sky;
A thousand snares beset my feet,
A thousand foes are lurking nigh;
Still Thou the raging of the sea;
O Master, let me walk with Thee.

3If I may rest my hand in Thine,
I'll count the joys of earth but loss,
And firmly, bravely journey on;
I'll bear the banner of the cross Till Zion's glorious gates I see:
Yet,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.