Walk with me, walk with me. Lest mine eyes no longer see all the glory of the story of your love. Talk to me, talk to me, Like you spoke so tenderly when you Walked there, when you talked there by the sea. Let me follow in the footprints that trod the shores of Galilee And let me learn to pray like he prayed in the garden of Gethsemane. Take my hand, take my hand, Teach me Lord to understand all the beauty of the duty of your love.