Hymn # 516 has been, arguably, my favorite hymn for quite some time. It has become a life anthem. Written by a little blind lady who knew what it meant to be led. To trust and thank the hand that leads. She had knew that trusting gratitude births joy. And joy ushers one into the presence of God. The place I am called to live - content.
Yesterday this music was given to me again from a kindred heart far away:
All the way my Savior leads me, what have I to ask besides?
Can I doubt His tender mercy who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort, here by faith in Him to dwell;
For I know whatever befalls me, Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my Savior leads me, cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial, feeds me with the living bread;
Though my weary steps my falter, and my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the rock before me, Lo, a spring of joy I see.
All the way my Savior leads me; O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised in my Fathers house above;
When I wake to life immortal, wing my flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages Jesus led me all the way.