He Leadeth Me

In pastures green? Not always: sometimes He Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me In weary ways, where heavy shadows be. Out of the sunshine into darkest night; I oft would faint with terror and with fright, Only for this—I know He holds my hand; So, whether in the green or desert land, I trust, although I may not understand. And by still waters? No, not always so: Oftimes the heavy tempests ’round me blow, And o’er my soul the waves and billows go. But when the storm beats...