IN HIM CONFIDING.
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The clouds hang heavy round my way, I can not see; But through the darkness I believe God leadeth me. ’Tis sweet to keep my hand in his, While all is dim; To close my weary, aching eyes, And follow him. Through many a thorny path he leads My tired feet; Through many a path of tears I go, But it is sweet To know that he is close to me, My God, my guide. He leadeth me, and so I walk Quite satisfied.