Lead Gently, Lord
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

For lo, the way is dark; 
Through mist and cloud I grope, 
Save for that fitful spark, 
The little flame of hope.

Lead gently, Lord, and slow, 
For fear that I may fall; 
I know not where to go 
Unless I hear thy call.

My fainting soul doth yearn 
For thy green hills afar; 
So let thy mercy burn- 
My greater, guiding star!