All The Way My Savior Leads Me

by Fanny Crosby

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt his tender mercy
Who thro' life has been my guide?
Heav'n-ly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in him to dwell!
For I know, whate'er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know , what-e'er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for ev'ry trial,
Feeds me with the living bread;
Tho' my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me;
O the fulness of his love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father's house above;
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song thro' endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song thro' endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.