1 Thro’ all my life the hand of God has led me,
His loving care has compassed all my way;
Thro’ sunny days, or hours of dread and danger,
In his strong arms I’ve rested day by day.
Refrain:
O who can tell what joy awaits the faithful,
Unmeasured glory fills eternity.
We prove the past, and trust the coming future,
No word shall fail that he has promised me.
2 No chilling doubt has made the shadows deeper,
And, looking back, his faithfulness I see;
The passing years reveal his love and wisdom;
No word has failed that he has promised me. [Refrain]
3 When cruel sin assailed me with temptation,
And evil forces sough to win my soul,
In my distress I claimed his love and mercy,
The Great Physician came and made me whole. [Refrain]
4 There is no joy so full of holy rapture,
As that which seals a pardon full and free;
That joy the Savior grants to all who seek him;
No word has failed that he has promised me. [Refrain]
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 3 #178