I have felt His guid­ing hand all the way;
I have heard His sweet com­mand day by day;
He has made my heart re­joice
As I list­en to His voice,
Make the nar­row path thy choice and obey.

Refrain

Blessèd hand! guid­ing hand!
Leading to the heav’n­ly land,
Where the wea­ry jour­ney o’er,
I shall praise Him ev­er­more.

When the clouds are dark o’er­head, He is near;
When the road is rough I tread, He doth cheer;
I can trust my heav’n­ly guide,
As I jour­ney at His side,
And what­ev­er may be­tide, I’ll not fear.

Refrain

To my Fa­ther’s house I’ll come by and by,
For the pro­mised rest at home oft I sigh;
I shall see Him face to face,
Then I’ll praise His love and grace,
Which have led me to that place—home on high!

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