The Way He Leads Us

How much of joy and com­fort

How much of real cheer

The dear Lord in His kind­ness

Gives to His child­ren here.

So gent­ly doth He lead us

So hap­pi­ly we move

That ev­ery day our path­way

Glows with His ten­der love.

Each hour He draw­eth near­er

And when we need to rest

He folds His arms about us—

He lays us on His breast;

He gives us liv­ing waters

With heav’n­ly man­na feeds

And His ex­haust­less boun­ty

Supplies our ma­ny needs.

Sometimes a pass­ing sha­dow

Will flit across the mind

And dim our hope of Heav­en

Our pleas­ing pros­pects blind;

But then His hand He giv­eth

To lead us safe along

And in a mo­ment chang­eth

The mourn­ing sigh to song.

And when our loved ones leave us

To come to us no more

He draws aside the cur­tain

And shows the gold­en shore;

We hear the praise ex­ult­ant—

The harp-strings sweet­ly ring

As ran­somed friends in glo­ry

Bow to the loving King.