O let me walk with Thee, my God, As Enoch walked in days of old; Place Thou my trembling hand in Thine, And sweet communion with me hold; E'en though the path I may not see, Yet, Jesus, let me walk with Thee. I cannot, dare not, walk alone; The tempest rages in the sky, A thousand snares beset my feet, A thousand foes are lurking nigh. Still Thou the raging of the sea, O Master! let me walk with Thee. If I may rest my hand in Thine, I'll count the joys of earth but loss, And firmly, bravely journey on; I'll bear the banner of the cross Till Zion's glorious gates I see; Yet, Savior, let me walk with Thee.