In “pastures green?” Not always, sometimes He
Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be.
And “by still waters?” No, not always so;
Oft-times the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o’er my soul the waves and billows go.
But when the storms beat loudest, and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by,
And whispers to my soul, “Lo, it is I!”
So, where he leads me, I can safely go,
And in the blest hereafter I shall know
Why, in His wisdom, he had led me so.
Henry H. Barry
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