Oh, how cold is fearsome night;
twisted, cruel, and dark this plight.
The path is narrow—my soul weak,
falters towards the home I seek.
My dear Father, loving Friend,
guide me, lead me to Thine end.
Hold me close and bring me near
come and conquer all I fear.
When my Saviour carries me,
then all shadows they will flee.
Sorrows pass and troubles cease,
here I know I will find peace.
Oh dear Father, truly Bless’d,
here is comfort, mercy, rest.
Sorrows pass and troubles cease,
here I know I will find peace.
- J. P.