Guide us to Thy perfect light
When my way groweth drear, Precious Lord, linger near, When my light is almost gone, Hear my cry, hear my call, Hold my hand lest I fall, Take my hand, precious Lord Lead me on - Thomas Dorsey
The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. - Psalm 145:18
In days filled with trouble, I search for you. - Psalm 77:2