Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
  Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home—
  Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that Thou
  Shouldst lead me on.
I lov'd to choose and see my path; but now
  Lead Thou me on!
I lov'd the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride rul'd my will: remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath bless'd me, sure it still
  Will lead me on,
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
  The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have lov'd long since, and lost awhile.

Let heathen sing thy heathen praise,
Fall'n Greece! the thought of holier days
  In my sad heart abides;
For sons of thine in Truth's first hour