1 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us
Thro' this lonely vale of tears,
Thro' the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears;
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in thy bosom rest,
Till, by angel-bands attended,
We awake among the blest.