Now through earth’s gray and solemn vale
These faltering steps I take
While Heaven seems hidden beyond misty shrouds,
Fears attend each breath.
Have You not said that You would lead?
Lord, grant faith unto my heart,
That seeing not I would yet believe,
Pressing on to follow You.
Oh Jesus, Lord what tears You shed,
Such lonely days You trod
Upon the path ordained of old,
Of sorrow and sacrifice.
Even in Your darkest forsaken moment,
As crying, “My God! My God!”
Still You bowed Your heart to Your Father’s will,
Trusting even into death.
By Sam Snyder
February 12, 2001