AS I walk the road of life,
My feet grow weary.
As I spurn them through the foam
And shifting sand,
But I never have a fear about tomorrow,
For I'm led by the Master's hand.
Through the storm, through the night,
I'll keep holding on,
With His hand holding mine,
Hope is never gone
When I climb the last mile to heaven's land,
I'll be led by the Master's hand.