The clouds hang heavy round my way,
I can not 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.