It matters not the way that Thou dost choose to lead: Though rough or smooth the road, Thou art my guide in every need; Though mountain height or valley deep before me lie, No doubt my thought shall fill, nor fear alarm, for Thou art nigh. Though storms may seem to gather on a troubled sea, Thy peace is ever near at hand my frightened sense to free; Thy healing touch brings surcease of all pain, all ill; Thy light a wondrous radiance is, my present need to fill; Thy truth, an ever present shield from error's dart; Thy life, a promise sure of life, where death can have no part; Thy love, an all-encircling presence, here and now, And heaven, a universal harmony, which all may know.
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