HE LEADETH ME by Hallie C. Young

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 25, 1882

HE LEADETH ME.

By Hallie C. Young

BY HALLIE C. YOUNG.

As I e'er, through good and ill, Footsore, struggle up life's hill, Looking upward to the blue, Ever yearning for the true,— Strong or frail, howe'er I be, He leadeth me.

What though the tear-drops sometimes start; "Blessed are the pure in heart," Are ever to me, words of peace, Bidding every tumult cease; With doubts or hopes—howe'er I be, He leadeth me.

Or traveling in the perfect day, Keeping in the narrow way, To the mount where joys abound, The holy place where peace is found; Full of trust, where'er I be, He leadeth me.

Beyond this vale of tears, I know A land where stilly waters flow; The pastures there are living green, And ever-blooming flowers are seen. That I may reach that glorious lea, He leadeth me.

Clarenden, Ark.