THERE is unseen an hand to me,
That leads the way I cannot see,
While going thru this world of woe,
His hands still lead me wherever I go.
I’m trusting still the unseen hand,
That guides me through this weary land,
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strand,
Still guided by the unseen hand.
His hand has led to shadows drear,
And while He leads, I’ll have no fear,
I know ‘twill lead me to that home,
Where sin nor sorrows can come.
I long to see my prophet’s face
And tell the story “saved by Grace”
And then upon that golden street
I’ll praise Him for Malachi four.