He Leadeth Me | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Oct 18, 1877

He Leadeth Me.

Although the way is dark, I'll follow on, My hand within my Father's all the way ; And, though the brightness of the day be gone, And, though I see no glimmer of the dawn, I cannot go astray, While he shall lead me in his own right way.

• On through each dismal swamp, Through thickets dark and damp, Or, on the highway's long and dangerous road ; Up o'er each rugged hill, On through each caverned rill, 'Mid pains and trials still, With joy all paths I tread, If by the Father led.

The night is chill, and still he guides me through, Mire on my sandals, on my locks the dew; And, while I stagger on with weary feet, The distance shortens to his mercy-seat.

I ask no other help, no guidance crave ; He is my strong right arm, how strong to save ! And when my spirit owns his kind caress, Fresh roses blossom in the wilderness, Hope gilds the edge of every cloudy care, And rainbowed promise paints each dull despair ; Each onward step grows firmer, for I know Some brighter day shall all his purpose show, Some happier moment open out to me, In fullest bloom, my life's long mystery.

Sometimes my steps so haltingly and slow, And doubt's black waters in my pathway flow ; Yet, when I turn, some easier road to gain, Love smiles me back, and all the path is plain.

So, though the night be chill, I'll follow on, My hand within my Father's all the way; And, till I see the breaking of the dawn, I know full well I cannot go astray, For his kind hand will lead me all the way.