Classic Poem

1. Holy Spirit, faithful guide, Ever near the Christian's side;
2. Ever present, truest Friend, Ever near thine aid to lend,
Gently lead us by the hand, Pilgrims in a desert land;
Whispering softly, wanderer, come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home.
Leave us not to doubt and fear, Groping on in darkness drear,
Whispering softly, wanderer, come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home.
Weary souls fore'er rejoice, While they hear that sweetest voice
When the storms are raging sore, Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er,

3. When our days of toil shall cease,
Waiting still for sweet release,
Nothing left but heaven and prayer,
Wondering if our names were there;
Wading deep the dismal flood,
Pleading nought but Jesus' blood;
Whispering softly, wanderer, come!
Follow me, I'll guide thee home!