HE will show me the path I shall tread, He will lead in the ways that are winding, Through the golden glow of the day, And the gloom of the night which is blinding; He will show me His haven of rest, And give me the strength for its winning, Though my courage shall fail and my lips grow pale From the trial, the struggle, and sinning. For He is the One I have loved Through the hours of hoping and weeping, I have given my word to His own, And entrusted my soul to His keeping; In the deep, stark dread of the gloom, He will send me the light I am needing, His love will reveal and His angels shall heal The wound in my heart that is bleeding. Then faith I will have to the end, And the end of the struggle is nearing, I will call upon Him for my strength, And take up my task without fearing; And the word which He gave will prevail, He will grant me the peace of endeavor, For he is my friend through the years without end, My God and my Keeper forever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI |