Our Ever Present Guide

Verse 1

Jesus, the Lord of glory, died, That we might never die; And now He reigns supreme to guide His people to the sky.

Chorus

Jesus, the Saviour, on Calv’ry’s tree, Died that we might never die; And now He is pleading that we might see That beautiful home on high.

Verse 2

Weak though we are, He still is near, To lead, console, defend; In all our sorrow, all our fear, Our all sufficient friend.

Verse 3

And from His love’s exhaustless spring, Joys like a river come; To make the desert bloom and sing, O’er which we travel home.