In pastures green ?Not always; sometimes He
Who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be-

Out of the sunshine, warm and soft and bright,-
Out of the sunshine, into darkest night;
I oft would faint with sorrow and affright-

Only for this :I know He holds my hand.
So, whether in a green or desert land,
I trust, although I may not understand.

And by still waters ?No, not always so ;
Ofttimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o'er my soul the waves and billows go.

But when the storms beat loudest, and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by.
And whispers to my soul, " Lo, it is I."

Above the tempest wild I hear Him say, "
Beyond this darkness lies the perfect day :
In every path of thine, I lead the way."

So whether on the hilltops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where
The shadows lie-what matter ? He is there.

And more than this ; where'er the pathway lead,
He gives to me no helpless, broken reed,
But His own hand, sufficient for my need.

So where He leads me I can safely go;
And in the blest hereafter I shall know
Why in His wisdom He hath led me so.