In “pastures green”? Not always, sometime HeWho knoweth best, in kindness leadeth meIn weary ways, where heavy shadows be.
And by “still waters”? No not always so;Oft-times the heavy tempests round me blow,And o’er my soul the waves and billows go.
But when the storms beat loudest, and I cryAloud for help, the Master standeth by,And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I!”
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
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