Through briars and
thorns, my God leads me,
And takes me ‘cross
tempestuous seas,
And walks by my side
through the tempest,
Until, Himself, in me, He
sees.
He places my feet in the
fire
And lets sad things come
my way,
But through it all, He is
with me,
And stays by my side
every day.
His children chastised to
make ready,
Their entrance through
heavenly gates,
Where mansions for each
is now standing,
And the Father for each
one awaits.
Through briars and
thorns, my God leads me,
His image to carve in my
soul,
Through sorrow and
refining fires…
He places my feet on the
coal.
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