The Father's Hand

I would not choose my path to go;
‘Tis the Father’s hand that leadeth me,
Then O how safe His child must be.

Sometimes we walk in sunshine bright,
Sometimes in darkness of the night;
Sometimes the way I cannot see
But Father’s hand still leadeth me.

Sometimes there seems no way to take,
But Father’s hand a way doth make.
Sometimes I hear Him gently say,
“Come follow Me, this is the way”.

Why should I mind the way I go?
His way is best for me, I know.
He is my strength, my truth, my way,
He is my comfort, rod, and stay.

So on we travel hand in hand,
Bound for the heavenly promised land
Always through all Eternity,