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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 31, 1864

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 24, No. 1.

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Lead me, O my Father.

By L. M. Gates

My Father, in the weary way Which thou hast marked for me, Be thou my help, my staff, my stay, And let me lean on thee.
"Lead me in all my daily ways," Thy "tired child" uphold; My spirit faints without thy grace, Lead me into thy fold.
Upon thy bosom, let me lean, A lamb of Jesus' flock; Refine my heart, and make me clean, My fortress and my rock.
My sun, my shield, my hiding-place, My bulwark and my tower, Show me the fulness of thy grace In fierce temptation's hour.
Though dark and rugged be my way, Though sorrows press me sore, If still my strength be as my day, I would not ask for more.
Help me by faith to follow thee, Though tempests round me lower; And neither sun, nor star, I see, Pressed by the tempter's power.
O lead me gently by the hand, Nor would I shun the cross; But earth resign at thy command, Nor count it aught but dross.
Lead me, till the last trump shall sound, Till Jesus' face I see, Then with eternal glory crowned, Lead me to victory.
L. M. GATES.