The flowers that grow . . . beneath our feet, . . .
And fragrance breathe . . . along the way . . .
That leads the soul ... to endless day. . . .
We walk by faith, but not alone,
Our Shepherd's tender voice we hear,
And feel His hand within our own,
And know that He is always near.
2 We walk by faith, ... He wills it so, . . .
And marks the path . . . that we should go ; . . .
And when at times . . . our sky is dim, . . .
He gently draws ... us close to Him. . . .
3 We walk by faith, . . . divinely blest, . . .
On Him we lean, ... in Him we rest; . . .
The more we trust . . . our Shepherd's care, . . .
The more His love . . . 'tis ours to share. . . .
4 And thus by faith, . . . till life shall end, . . .
We'll walk with Him, . . . our dearest Friend, . . .
Till safe we tread . . . the fields of light, . . .
Where faith is lost ... in perfect sight. . . .