That leads through ways I cannot see;
While going through this world of woe,
This hand still leads me as I go.
I'm trusting to the unseen hand,
That guides me through this weary land,
And some sweet day
I'll reach that strand,
Still guided by the unseen hand.
His hand had led through shadows drear,
And while it leads I have no fear;
I know 'twill lead me to that home
Where sin nor sorrow e'er can come.
I long to see my Savior's face
And sing the story, "Saved by Grace,"
And there upon that golden strand,
I'll praise Him for His guiding hand.