Catholic
O loving Mother walk with me Across thy mountain way Through the trees and thorny paths From dawn to dusk each day Help me heal my stubborn pride Let my mind be still Bind my own self righteousness And let me do Thy will When I err from Thy sweet path The night comes dark and cold Hold me in Thy mantle close And Lead me to Thy fold And when the storms and mists come down With all their promised dreams Keep me on the rugged road However fair they seem Teach me to love Thy footpath long And those I chance to see Let me follow and rejoice And greet each one with glee