His Guiding Hand (Bell)

I have felt His guid­ing hand all the way;

I have heard His sweet com­mand day by day;

He has made my heart re­joice

As I list­en to His voice

Make the nar­row path thy choice and ob­ey.

Blessèd hand! guid­ing hand!

Leading to the heav’n­ly land

Where the wea­ry jour­ney o’er

I shall praise Him ev­er­more.

When the clouds are dark o’er­head

He is near;

When the road is rough I tread

He doth cheer;

I can trust my heav’n­ly guide

As I jour­ney at His side

And what­ev­er may be­tide

I’ll not fear.

To my Fa­ther’s house I’ll come by and by

For the pro­mised rest at home oft I sigh;

I shall see Him face to face

Then I’ll praise His love and grace

Which have led me to that place—home on high!