He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He walks with me, and He talks with me,
As He holds me fast by His hand;
He lights the way, and it's always day,
For His Spirit brightly beams.
I'm so glad He's walking with me,
And so close to me He stays;
And we're going on, ever going on,
In the sweet old-fashioned ways.
Oh, it's joy, joy, joy, joy,
Down in my heart to stay;
For the Lord, the blessed Lord, is walking with me,
And we're singing in the way.