1 Far off I see the goal O Savior, guide me; I feel my strength is small be thou beside me; with vision ever clear, with love that conquers fear, Aad grace to persevere, O Lord, provide me. 2 Whene’er thy way seems strange, go thou before me, and, lest my heart should change, O Lord, watch o’er me; but, should my faith prove frail, and I through blindness fail, O let thy grace prevail, and still restore me. 3 Should earthly pleasures wane, and joy forsake me, and lonely hours of pain at length o’ertake me; my hand in thine hold fast till sorrow be o’erpast, and gentle death at last for heaven awake me. 4 There, with the ransomed throng who praise forever the love that made them strong to serve forever, I, too, would seek thy face, thy finished work retrace, and magnify thy grace, redeemed forever.