Verse 48

O’Lady of the wayside, we are weak
And we will falter,
When the rugged paths are winding
Out before us, mile on mile,
We have naught to give us faith but
God’s presence on the Altar,
And the memory of His suffering and
The sunshine of thy smile,
Dear Lady of the wayside, let thy
Lights be always shining,
As through the darksome ages for
The traveller they glowed,
So they’ll land us o’er the desert to
The Haven of our dreaming,
To thy home O’Mother Mary at the
ending of the road.