He Leadeth Me

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Dec 15, 1910

In pastures green?—Not always: sometimes He, Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me In weary ways, where heavy shadows be,— Out of the sunshine, warm, and soft, and bright, Out of the sunshine into darkest night. I oft would faint with terror and affright Only for this: I know he holds my hand; So, whether in a green or desert land, I trust although I can not understand.

And by still waters?—No; not always so; Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow, And o’er my soul the waves and billows go. But when the storm beats loudest, and I cry Aloud for help, the Master standeth by, And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I.” Above the tempest wild I hear him say: “Beyond the darkness lies the perfect day; In every path of thine I lead the way.”

So, whether in the hilltops high and fair I dwell, or in the sunless valley, where The shadows lie,—what matter? He is there; And more than this, where’er the pathway lead, He gives to me no helpless, broken reed, But his own hand, sufficient for my need. So where he leads me I can safely go; And in the blest hereafter I shall know Why in his wisdom he hath led me so.

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