Father To Thee

by C. I. Stacey

Out of the dark'ning sin,
'Mid foes without, within,
I would the way begin,
Father, to Thee.

Out of the fear and doubt,
Amid the strife without,
I would my hands reach out,
Father, to Thee.

Out of the gloom and woe
Of toilsome life below,
O let my spirit go,
Father to Thee.

Hear Thou this feeble prayer;
Do Thou the way prepare
And take me over there,
Father, to Thee.