“THOU WILT LEAD ME AND GUIDE ME” (PSALM 31: 3)

S. W. Powell

Year after year unfolds as time rolls on,

Some fraught with pressure as each year has gone,

Yet there is joy as His blest work I scan,

In ways of tender grace since He began

To lead me by still waters of His choice—

To cause mine ear to hear His precious voice—

To guide my feet into the way of peace,

To learn each day His gracious hand of love,

His blest companionship, till called above.

Written on the author’s ninetieth birthday in September 1978, Los Angeles