“He leadeth me! O blessed thought, O words with heavenly comfort fraught; whate’er I do, where’er I be, still ’tis Christ’s hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me.” Thank you, Lord!

My brothers and sisters in Christ, no matter what we go through, let us trust God to lead us. “Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom, by waters still, o’er troubled sea, still ’tis His hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur or repine; content, whatever lot I see, since it is Thou that leadest me. And when my task on earth is done, when, by Thy grace, the victory’s won, even from death’s cold wave I will not flee, since Thou in triumph leadest me.”