All the way my saviour leads me; what have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt his tender mercy, who through life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort, here by trust in him to dwell!
	For I know, whate’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my saviour leads me, cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial, feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter, and my soul athirst may be,
	Gushing from the rock before me, lo! A spring of joy I see.
All the way my saviour leads me. O the fullness of his love!
Perfect rest to me is promis'd by my father, God above.
When my selfhood, cloth'd, immortal, dwells transform'd in realms of day,
	This my song through endless ages: Jesus led me all the way.