p. 1 | The Guiding Hand by Cross Bearer

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 20, 1865

The Guiding Hand.

By Cross Bearer

Is this the way, my Father? 'Tis my child, Thou must pass through this tangled, dreary wild, If thou would'st reach the city undefiled, Thy peaceful home above.

But enemies are round? Yes child, I know, That where thou least expect'st thou'll find a foe; But victor thou shalt prove o'er all below, Only seek strength above.

My father it is dark! Child take my hand, Cling close to me; I'll lead thee through the land; Trust my all-seeing care; so shalt thou stand, 'Midst glory bright above.

My footsteps seem to slide! Child only raise Thine eye to me, then, in these slippery ways I will hold up thy goings; thou shalt praise Me for each step, above.

O Father, I am weary! Child lean thy head Upon my breast; it was my love that spread Thy rugged path; hope on till I have said, Rest, rest with me, above.

[Cross Bearer.]