I must have the saviour with me, for I dare not walk alone.
I must feel His presence near me, and His arm around me thrown.
I must have the saviour with me, for my faith at best is weak; He can whisper words of comfort, that no other voice can speak.
I must have the saviour with me, in the onward march of life; Through the tempest and the sunshine, through the battle and the strife.
Then my soul shall fear no ill, Let Him lead me where He will. I will go without a murmur, and His footsteps follow still.