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.
