1.Although the path be weary

And veiled the harm pursue,

I feel His hand of grace on me

That points to the heav’nly view.

CHORUS

He leads me on, He leads me on,

Strange though the path where doubts assail;

Oh, nought can dread nor weaken me,

Unmoved in Him, I shall prevail.

2.Though waters compass round me,

None come to help afford,

With praise still loud, my cry shall be,

“Salvation is of the Lord”.

3.Though fire intense surround me,

Reproach, afflictions sore,

The Lord near me, unscathed I’ll be,

His love shall in me glow more.

4.Through vales deep, dark, distressing,

Of tears, my path though lie,

Of ways of Zion, my heart shall sing,

My strength shall He fortify.

5.Through deserts though my path be

With manna He shall feed;

My Lord, my Rock shall follow me

And shall to my Home sweet lead.