I cannot drift beyond Thy sight:
Dear Lord, the thought is sweet;
Thy loving hand will guide aright
My weary, wandering feet.
When rough and dark my lonely way,
I shall not be forgot;
Thro’ all life’s changeful, shadowed day
Thou wilt forsake me not.

I cannot drift away from Thee,
No matter where I go;
Still Thy dear love doth gladden me,
Thou all my way dost know.
Where’er I journey Thou art there,
In wind and wave I hear
Thy voice, in tones of music rare,
And know that Thou art near.