Poem August 6, 1927 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"He leadeth me"

MARY BURNS INGLESBY

"He leadeth me"—'t is joy to know
My halting steps need never stray
In paths of doubt, where sorrow dwells,
Since I am guided all the way.
"He leadeth me"—'t is peace to feel
My hand in His when fear assails;
Our God is omnipresent Love,
And Love is All. God never fails!
"He leadeth me" in pastures green—
No terrors there to mar my peace;
Then sing, my heart, with sweet acclaim,
And thank Him for the glad release.

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