My daughter was sharing with me today some her thoughts about moving to Brazil. She told of a picture she had in her mind of standing on the edge of a cliff and the Lord pushing her off. It made her uneasy yet it seemed to be the thought stuck in her head.
The Lord, in His goodness and mercy, replaced that picture in prayer. She again was standing on the edge of the cliff, looking over, when Jesus rushed up beside her, grabbed her hand and jumped WITH HER!
Ah what a different emotion that picture evokes!
He is WITH ME!
By HIS OWN HAND He leads me!
He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me;
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
when by thy grace the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me.
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