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HE EVER LEADS

by:
Kathryn Thorne Bowsher

Though He may lead over bight mountainside.
Or down in deep valley so drear,
Through sunshine or rain, whatever betide,
My loving Shepherd is near.

Though He may lead over ough, rugged road
Where briars and thorns sharply sting.
He binds up my wounds and lightens my load,
And causes my heart to sing.

He ever leads though my faith may grow dim,
And weary of soul I become:
He whispers sweet peace, restores faith within,
And strengthens on my way Home.

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