p. 1 | HE LEADETH ME

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 15, 1878

HE LEADETH ME.

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 sorrow and affright.

Only for this—I know He holds my hand; So, whether led in green or desert land, I trust, although I may 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 storms beat 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 this darkness lies the perfect day; In every path of thine I lead the way.”

So, whether on the hill-tops high and fair I dwell, or in the sunless valleys 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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