1 Leaning on Thee, my guide, my Friend,
My gracious Saviour, I am blest;
Tho’ weary Thou dost condescend
To be my rest, to be my rest.

2 Leaning on Thee, with childlike faith
To Thee the future I confide;
Each step of life’s untrodden path
Thy Love will guide, thy Love will guide.

3 Leaning on Thee, tho’ faint and weak,
Too weak another voice to hear,
Thy heav’nly accents comfort speak;
Be of good cheer, be of good cheer.

4 Leaning on Thee no fear alarms,
Calmly I stand on death’s dark brink;
I feel “The everlasting arms,”
I cannot sink, I cannot sink.