521. S. M. Edmeston. |Why sayest thou -- my way is hid from the Lord?|
1 Along my earthly way,
How many clouds are spread!
Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray,
Seems gathering o'er my head.
2 Yet, Father, thou art love:
O hide not from my view!
But when I look, in prayer, above,
Appear in mercy through!
3 My pathway is not hid;
Thou knowest all my need;
And I would do as Israel did, --
Follow where thou wilt lead.
4 Lead me, and then my feet
Shall never, never stray;
But safely I shall reach the seat
Of happiness and day.
5 And O from that bright throne,
I shall look back, and see, --
The path I went, and that alone,
Was the right path for me.