Poem February 6, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

"HE LEADETH ME"

ISABEL SHERRICK WARDWELL

He leadeth me—I love the words—
He does not chide nor drive;
And where He leads, this shepherd good,
To follow will I strive.

He leadeth me—O precious words—
Through all the care-filled day;
In pastures green, by flowing streams,
Along His chosen way.

He leadeth me—O joyful words—
Through every trying hour;
Though steep the path, my feet slip not,
Stayed by Love's gracious power.

He leadeth me—what strength'ning words—
Beside the brink of woe,
Until beyond the valley's cloud
I see the noontide glow.

He leadeth me—O sheltering words—
When enemies I fear;
In peace I feed upon the truth,
His voice I ever hear.

He leadeth me—O sweetest words—
My cup He fills with love
O'erflowing, and my head anoints
With blessings from above.

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