He Leadeth Me | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jun 20, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 24.

"He Leadeth Me"

"In pastures green?" Not always. Sometimes He who knoweth best, In kindness leadeth me in weary ways, Where heavy shadows lie; 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 led in green or desert land, I trust, altho 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 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 has led me so. —Anonymous.