289    L.M.     J. Fawcett
“And he led them forth by the right way.” Ps. 107. 7

1 Thus far my God has led me on,
  And made his truth and mercy known;
  My hopes and fears alternate rise,
  And comforts mingle with my sighs.

2 [Through this wide wilderness I roam,
  Far distant from my blissful home;
  Lord, let thy presence be my stay,
  And guard me in this dangerous way.]

3 [Temptations everywhere annoy,
  And sins and snares oft make me sigh;
  My earthly joys are from me torn,
  And oft an absent God I mourn.]

4 My soul, with various tempests tossed,
  Her hopes o’erturned, her projects crossed,
  Sees every day new straits attend,
  And wonders where the scene will end.

5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road
  Which leads us to the mount of God?
  Are these the toils thy people know,
  While in this wilderness below?

6 ’Tis even so; thy faithful love
  Does all thy children’s graces prove;
  ’Tis thus our pride and self must fall
  That Jesus may be all in all.