Follow Me.@Matthew 4:19

Ma­ry Gil­bert Wray, 1896. Ap­peared in The Gold­en Sheaf (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­ci­e­ty, 1902), num­ber 124.

D. C. Wright (🔊 pdf nwc).

Not always in the pastures green,
Where flow’rs and quiet streams are seen,
He leadeth me.
Ah, no! Sometimes His loving hand
Leads where I cannot understand,
Where shadows be.


Where Jesus leads ’tis safe to go,
Tho’ storm clouds lower and tempests blow;
I cannot fear, since this I know,
He leadeth me.

Not always in the sunshine sweet;
Sometimes where loud the tempests beat,
He leadeth me.
Yet by my side in love He stands,
And cheers my heart and holds my hands
So graciously!


What matter if the way be drear?
If Satan tempt my heart to fear?
To Him I flee.
I ask not why He leads me so,
For me it is enough to know
He leadeth me.