'Mid scorching winds that blow ;
Across the rugged mountains,
Whose tops are white with snow ;
Or in the darksome valley —
Where'er our feet may roam,
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home !
That Jesus leads us home, . .
That Jesus leads us home, . .
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home !
2 It makes us glad and joyful,
And lightens every load,
To know that He goes with us
Along life's rugged road ;
Each day we feel His presence,
Though trials oft may come :
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home !
3 The flowers beside our pathway
May wither, fade, and die ;
But fairer ones are blooming
For us beyond the sky :
And though 'mid care and sorrow
Our weary steps may roam,
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home !