Oh, let me walk with Thee

O 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 though the path I may not see,
Yet Jesus let me walk with Thee.
I can not, 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.
If 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 Savior let me walk with thee.
Till Zion’s glorious gates I see;
Yet Savior let me walk with Thee.