Had I but known so many years ago
How long and very rocky was the row-
How hot the sun, how far away was rest,
Would I have chosen what I then thought best?
I thought I'd make the mountain peak alone;
I said I'd move each little blocking stone;
I'd sail the sea and choose the place to land-
I did not need another's helping hand!
Then I was lost-I knew not where to turn;
I knew a day of how to fear and yearn-
I called, and Someone answered-through the night
Held out His Hand and then turned on the Light.
I do not fear-I do not know the way,
But I am saved and I know how to pray.
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