1.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 tho' the path I May not see,Yet, Jesus, let me walk with thee.2.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.3.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 crossTill Zion's glorious gates I see:Yet, Saviour, let me walk with thee.