“Lead, kindly Light”

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 prayed that thou     Shouldst lead me on: I loved to choose and see my path, but now     Lead thou me on! I loved the garish days, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blessed 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 loved long since, and lost awhile.