Lord, I know your Word will lead me Through the wilderness to come, Clear bright pillar to precede me, Sometimes cloud and sometimes flame. Truly, Lord In your Word More than earth and heaven is stored. For each moment spent, enraptured, In your presence, I rejoice; For those times when I have captured Distant echoes of your voice. What a Feast, When at last We shall see you, our High Priest! May the quiet words of heaven Be my guide this very day, Lest I let myself be driven From the straight and narrow way. In your care Free from fear, I walk safely everywhere.