THE clouds hang heavy round my way,
I can not see;
But thru the darkness I believe
God leadeth me.
'Tis sweet to keep my hand in His
While all is dim,
To close my weary, aching eyes
And follow Him.
Thru many a thorny path He leads
My tired feet;
Thru many a path of tears I go,
But it is sweet
To know that He is close to me,
My Guard, my Guide:
He leadeth me; and so I walk
Quite satisfied.