He Leads My Soul

There, there He leads my soul:
   through mountains, rivers, brambled lands;
There, there He feeds my soul:
   on manna from His loving hands.
The way be rough and arduous,
   great strain at every turn;
But though the way is filled with pain,
  'tis graced by His presence at each turn.
I'd not have chosen this my path,
   this way so filled with grief;
Nor would I trade these many years,
   because I've seen Him bring relief.
My God, my God—He leads me on,
   and though I know not where;
I know I'm safe within His hands
   and on Him cast my care!
Soon, soon this road shall wind to heav'n—
   by faith I'll see that place;
Then by His own dear Sovereign love,
   I'll see His smiling face.

- D. Benning

God's Timing is the Best

Lord, Your timing is the best,
   The working of Your perfect plan
   Your dealings and works with man!

How marvelous Your perfect charity,
   How gracious Your Mercy and Your Love.
   Now seen in the symbol of Your dove.

You watch o'er us with gracious Love,
   All to work Your perfect will and desire;
   Amazing how You bring us higher!

- D. Benning