Come, Abide

Here, come, and I will keep you steady.
Reach out, and I will take your hand.
Grasp my wrist; I will not let you fall.
Do not fear, for I will with you stand.

Along a winding path we walk,
but we are not alone.
There are sharp thorns and tangled branches,
but our guide knows the way.
You may trip among the low-laying brambles,
but I won't let you be left behind.

Here, come, and I will keep you steady.
Reach out, and I will take your hand.
Grasp my wrist; I will not let you fall.
Do not fear, for I will with you stand.

Perhaps you may lose sight of the end,
but here, a compass to point you back.
Yes, you will stumble often through the foliage,
but there is a soothing balm to heal your wounds.
It may be that you wish to surrender to hopelessness,
but remember that you have an unlimited support.

Here, come, and I will keep you steady.
Reach out, and I will take your hand.
Grasp my wrist; I will not let you fall.
Do not fear, for I will with you stand.

You may now rest easy,
for our destination is nigh at hand.
Press forward faithfully,
for now you cannot waver.
Abide with me now,
for the prize is close within hand's breadth.

Here, come, and I will keep you steady.
Reach out, and I will take your hand.
Grasp my wrist; I will not let you fall.
Do not fear, for I will with you stand.