A Hymn for Sunday

All the Way My Savior Leads Me All the way my Savior leads me: What have I to ask beside? Can I doubt His tender mercy, Who thro' life has been my Guide? Heav'n-ly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him to dwell! For I know, what-e're befall me, Jesus do-eth all things well; For I know, what-e're befall me, Jesus do-eth all things well. All the way my Savior leads me, Cheers each winding path I tread, Gives me grace for ev'ry trial, Feeds me with the living bread; Tho' my weary steps may falter, And my soul a-thirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see; Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see; All the way my Savior leads me: O the fullness of His love! Perfect rest to me is promised In my Father's house above; When my spirit, clothed immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song thro' endless ages: Jesus led me all the way! This my song thro' endless ages: Jesus led me all the way!