Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee

Rise

my soul

thy God directs thee;

Stranger hands no more impede;

Pass thou on

His strength protects thee

Strength that has the captive freed.

Is the wilderness before thee

Desert lands where drought abides?

Heavenly springs shall there restore thee

Fresh from God’s exhaustless tides.

Light divine surrounds thy going

God Himself shall mark thy way;

Secret blessings

richly flowing

Lead to everlasting day.

God

thine everlasting portion

Feeds thee with the Mighty’s meat;

Saved from Egypt’s hard extortion

Egypt’s food no more to eat.

Art thou weaned from Egypt’s pleasures?

God in secret shall thee keep;

There unfold His hidden treasures

There His love’s exhaustless deep.

In the desert God will teach thee

What the God that thou hast found—

Patient

gracious

powerful

holy;

All His grace shall there abound.

On to Canaan’s rest still wending

E’en thy wants and woes shall bring

Suited grace from high descending;

Thou shalt taste of mercy’s spring.

Though thy way be long and dreary

Eagle strength He’ll still renew;

Garments fresh

and feet unweary

Tell how God hath brought thee through.

When to Canaan’s long-loved dwelling

Love divine thy feet shall bring

Thou

with shouts of triumph swelling

Zion’s songs in rest shall sing.