He leads us on by paths we did not know.
Upward He leads us, tho’ our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and fal­ter on the way,
Though storms and dark­ness
Oft ob­scure the day;
Yet when the clouds are gone
We know He leads us on.

He leads us on through the un­qui­et years;
Past all our dream-lands,
Hopes, and doubts, and fears
He guides our steps.
Through all the tan­gled maze
Of sin, of sor­row,
And o’er­cloud­ed days
We know His will is done,
And still He leads us on.

And He, at last, after the wea­ry strife,
After the rest­less fe­ver we call life,
After the drea­ri­ness, the ach­ing pain,
The way­ward strug­gles
Which have proved in vain,
After our toils are past—
Will give us rest at last.