The Father's Hand

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While through this changing world below

I would not choose my path to go;

'Tis Father's hand that leadeth me,

Then O how safe His child must be.

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Sometimes we walk in sunshine bright,

Sometimes in darkness of the night;

Sometimes the way I cannot see

But Father's hand still leadeth me.

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Sometimes there seems no way to take,

But Father's hand a way doth make.

Sometimes I hear Him gently say,

"Come, follow Me, this is the way."

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Why should I mind the way I go?

His way is best for me, I know.

He is my strength, my truth, my way,

He is my comfort, rod, and stay.

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So on we travel hand in hand,

Bound for the heavenly promised land.

Always through all Eternity,

I'll praise His name for leading me.

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Ida L. Cornett