`In pastures green?' Not always. Sometimes He
Who knoweth best in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be;
Out of the sunshine, warm, and soft, and bright;
Out of the sunshine into darkest night.
I oft would faint with sorrow and affright.
Only for this: I know He holds my hand;
So, whether led in green or desert land,
I trust, although I may not understand.
And by 'still waters'? No, not always so.
Oftimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o'er my soul the waves and billows go.
But when the storm beats loudest, and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by,
And whispers to my soul, `Lo, it is I.'
Above the tempest wild I hear Him say,
`Beyond this darkness lies the perfect day;
In every path of thine I lead the way.'
So whether on the hilltops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where
The shadows lie—what matters? He is there.
So where He leads me I can safely go;
And in the blest hereafter I shall know
Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so.
(Ps. 23. 2; 78. 53; Isa. 42. 16; John 10. 3)