Photo by Sam Showalter, DDS
He Leads, We Follow
Words by Fanny J. Crosby
All the way my Savior leads me-Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter And my soul a-thirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see.
Fanny Crosby (1820-1915) wrote 8,000 hymns with one million printed. She was blind from infancy.
