3 Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
  Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
  Ever my trust shall be. 
Here let me wait with patience,
  Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
  Break on the golden shore.

     Fanny J. Crosby.

371 He Leadeth Me.  L.M.

Divine Guidance

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho’t,
Oh! words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

Ref.—­He leadeth me! he leadeth me! 
      By his own hand he leadeth me;
      His faithful follower I would be,
      For by his hand he leadeth me.

2 Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea—­
Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. 
Nor ever murmur or repine—­
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace, the vict’ry’s won, E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me.

     Rev. Jos.  H. Gilmore, 1861.

372 Jewett. 6s.  D.

Mark 14:36. (864)

My Jesus, as thou wilt—­
  O may thy will be mine! 
Into thy hand of love
  I would my all resign;
Through sorrow, or through joy,
  Conduct me as thine own,
And help me still to say,
  My Lord, thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt—­
  If needy here and poor,
Give me thy people’s bread,
  Their portion rich and sure;
The manna of thy word,
  Let my soul feed upon,
And, if all else should fail,
  My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt—­
  If among thorns I go,
Still sometimes here and there
  Let a few roses blow. 
But thou, on earth, along
  The thorny path hast gone: 
Then lead me after thee;
  My Lord, thy will be done!

     Benjamin Schmolke.  Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853.

373 Trusting in the Promise.  P.M.

The Promise Secure.

I have found repose for my weary soul,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And a harbor safe when the billows roll,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior. 
I will fear no foe in the deadly strife,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
I will bear my lot in the toil of life,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Ref.—­Resting on his mighty arm forever,
      Never from his loving heart to sever,
      I will rest by grace in his strong embrace,
      Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

2 I will sing my song as the days go by,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And rejoice in hope, while I live or die,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior. 
I can smile at grief and abide in pain,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And the loss of all shall be highest gain,
  Trusting in the promise of the Savior.