NOT SEEING, YET BELIEVING

THE clouds hang heavy round my way,

I cannot see.

But through the darkness I believe

God leadeth me;

‘Tis sweet to keep my hand in His

While all is dim;

To close my weary aching eyes

And follow Him;

Through many a thorny path He leads

My tired feet.

Through many a path of tears I go.

But it is sweet

To know that He is close to me,

My God, my Guide;

He leadeth me, and so I walk

Quite satisfied.

To my blind eyes He may reveal

No light at all;

But while I lean on His strong arm

I cannot fall.

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