He walks with me



Though now we have trials
We wait for salvation
Though tested by fire
We suffer with joy

By his great mercy
Our hope has been born again
Faithful as the morning
We are raised up with Christ

And I cannot see him
But oh how I love him
I cannot see him, but I believe
I know he walks with me.
I believe, that he walks with me.

Raised up with the priesthood
To witness his wondrous works
Called out from the darkness
To shimmering light