Walk With Me

Walk with me, Walk with me, Lest mine eyes No longer see All the glories And all the stories Of Your love. Talk to me, Talk to me, Like You spoke So tenderly, When You walk there, And when You talk there By the seas. But let me follow in Thy footsteps That draw the sores Of Galilee. And let me learn To pray Just like He did, Like my Jesus did There in the garden Of Gethsemane. Take my hand. Please, take my hand. Oh, yes, teach me, Lord, To understand All my duties And all the beauties Of Your love. But let me follow in Thy foosteps That draw the shore Of Galilee. And let me learn To pray Just like He did, Like my Jesus did There in the garden Of Gethsemane. Take my hand, Take this hand, And teach me, Lord, To understand All my duties, All the beauties Of Your Love.