He Leadeth Me
In pastures green? Not always: sometimes HePublication date: January, 1941 Rubric: Poetry | Volume: Vol. 1 No 1 1941
Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows
Out of the sunshine into
I oft would faint with terror and with fright,
Only for this—I know He holds my hand;
So, whether in the green or desert land,
trust,although I may not understand.
And by still waters? No, not always so:
Oftimes 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
wildI hear Him say,
“Beyond this darkness lies the perfect day.
In every path of
thineI 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’erthe 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.