This is a tribute to our Moderator & in a very realistic way, our Leading Light. The following hymn aptly fits the bill. Readers please note that Stanza 3 has been modified from the original by me & modifications (with humble apologies to John Henry Newman) appear in italics......
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom,
lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
the distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
lead thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
So long I was fumbling, stumbling & bungling, sure you still
will lead me on.
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
the night is gone,
And with the morn those profit figures smile,
which I have loved long since, and lost all the while!
... Original by John Henry Newman, 1833 (with my very humble apologies Sir)
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom,
lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
the distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
lead thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
So long I was fumbling, stumbling & bungling, sure you still
will lead me on.
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
the night is gone,
And with the morn those profit figures smile,
which I have loved long since, and lost all the while!
... Original by John Henry Newman, 1833 (with my very humble apologies Sir)
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