And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not Isaiah 42, 16.
LEAD Thou me on:
I dare not walk without Thee,
The way is dark and wild, and I am full of fear;
Let that small voice, Lord, whisper now unto me.
“Fear not, thou worm, O Jacob; I am with thee near.”
Lead Thou me on: sorrows have compassed round me;
My path is hedged about, I find no helper near:
Let me not murmur; draw me nearer to Thee;
Teach me to trust and wait, confiding every fear.
Lead Thou me on: my mind is sore perplexed,
Weary, and weak, and faint,
I scarce know how to pray,
Let me not falter, by Thy word directed,
Hear Thine own voice behind: “Fear not; this is the way.”
Lead Thou me on: Satan seems ever present;
His wily crafty arts have laid me very low.
Let me not follow, though his ways seem pleasant;
Only with Thee I’m safe, Lord, safe from every foe.
Lead Thou me on: through every step untrodden,
Nor can I fear to walk with Thee, my Saviour, near;
“Resting in Thee, Lord,” ne’er shall I forgotten,
Traverse my way alone, or fail to persevere.
Still lead me on: till Thou in love relieving,
Shalt say, “It is enough,” and bring sweet liberty;
Then from the darkness, joy and light receiving,
I’ll come at Thy glad call, to dwell on high with Thee.
K.S.