I’ll Follow Thee

My Savior, let me hear Thy voice tonight, 
       I’ll follow Thee, I’ll follow Thee; 
The clouds that overhang my way, obscure
    the light, 
       And all is dark to me. 

I’d hear Thy voice above the tempest’s shriek; 
       I’ll follow Thee, I’ll follow Thee; 
And though my sight be dim, my spirit weak, 
       I’ll trust, though naught I see. 

I’d feel Thy arm, supporting in the dark; 
       I’ll follow Thee, I’ll follow Thee; 
For Thou canst fan to flame, faith’s sinking 
    spark, 
       And seal my loyalty.

I shall not sink, dear Lord, when Thou’rt my 
       guide, 
          I’ll follow Thee; I’ll follow Thee; 
Though lashed by heavy waves, on ev’ry side, 
          I’m safe, when Thou’rt with me.