The path wherein He leadeth me,
I do not know nor ask to see;
I am content, whate’er betide,
While shelter’d in His wounded side.
Chorus:
What here by faith, I dimly see,
Will there be bright and clear to me,
When I behold Him on the throne,
And see and know, as I am known.
What here, by faith, I dimly see,
Shall there be bright and clear to me,
When I behold Him on His throne,
And see and know as I am known.
Tho’ burden’d here, and sorrow-tried,
I shall, indeed, be satisfied
To catch sweet glimpses of His face,
And share in His redeeming grace.
When storms of trial hide the skies,
To Him I lift my longing eyes,
And cry amid encircling gloom,
“My Father, lead me safely home.”
Source: Twentieth (20th) Century Songs Part One #104