God Makes A Path

God makes a path, provides a guide,

And feeds in wilderness;

His glorious Name, while breath remains,

O that I may confess.

Lost many a time, I had no guide,

No house but hollow tree;

In stormy winter night, no fire,

No food, no company.

In Him I found a house, a bed,

A table, company;

No cup so bitter but made sweet,

Where God shall sweetening be.