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HE LEADETH THEM OUT

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 7, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 1.

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HE LEADETH THEM OUT.

By Phebe A. Holder

A day of summer beauty, The earth with sunshine bright, Sweet flowers, glad insects humming, Joy in the golden light, Yet on my heart a shadow, A gathering cloud of fear— When came this precious promise From unseen presence near: “He leadeth them out.”
Going before, he leadeth Unto fair pasture green; By sweet, still waters flowing Neath soft, blue skies serene, Out of earth’s strife and tempest Into a hallowed calm, When his own peace is hovering, And all the air is balm, “He leadeth them out.”
O living hand still leading Through all the unknown way, Where darkness falls around me, Dimming hope’s cheering ray! How dear amid the darkness, The prison hours of fear, To know that thou art with me— The Shepherd’s voice to hear, “He leadeth them out.”
Out of all sorrow leadeth, By tender, nail-pierced hand, Giving me strength for weakness In this oft-weary land, Out of myself and evil Into a larger place, To dwell with him forever, In glory see his face. He leadeth me out.
—Phebe A. Holder, in Christian Herald.