O’er hill and dale, where sweetest flow’rs are growing

September 18

O’er hill and dale, where sweetest flow’rs are growing,
Thro’ sunlit vale, where softest winds are blowing,
Where fountains bright make music in their flowing,
He leads, and we follow.

When Satan with his wiles the soul is trying;
When sweetest smiles are turned to saddest sighing;
When hope and faith within our hearts are dying,
He leads, and we follow.

Thus all the way our footsteps He is leading,
And day by day our souls with manna feeding;
Thus He supplies whatever we are needing-
He leads, and we follow.

Chorus
He leads, and we follow,
He leads, and we follow;
We cannot stray-
He knows the way!
Jesus leads, and we follow.
     Ada Blenkhorn