O LORD, the hard-won miles
⁠Have worn my stumbling feet:
Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,
⁠And make my life complete.

The thorns were thick and keen
⁠Where'er I trembling trod;
The way was long between
⁠My wounded feet and God.

​Where healing waters flow
⁠Do thou my footsteps lead.
My heart is aching so;
⁠Thy gracious balm I need.