Classic Poem

Beloved, when I hear
Thy voice, and feel thee near,
Strong grows my soul and clear.
I look from my wild ways,
And dream of nobler days.
O like an angel bright
Unto my erring sight,
Thou reachest forth thy hand,
Bidding me rise, and stand
Beside thee in that land
Where love doth rule and right:
Helping me from the night!

Alone, I miss the path.
The woods of sin and wrath
Lie round me, black and deep;
The winds of passion sweep;
My steps I cannot keep.
Lo, in the heavens, a star,
I see thee shine afar.
Thou light'st me on my way;
And that my footsteps may
Follow that light I pray!