RISE, my soul, thy God directs thee;
Stranger hands no more impede;
Pass thou on, His hand protects thee -
Strength that has the captive freed.
Is the wilderness before thee -
Desert lands where drought abides?
Heavenly springs shall there restore thee,
Fresh from God’s exhaustless tides.
Light divine surrounds thy going,
God Himself shall mark thy way;
Secret blessings, richly flowing,
Lead to everlasting day.
In the desert God will teach thee
What the God that thou hast found -
Patient, gracious, powerful, holy;
All His grace shall there abound.
Though thy way be long and dreary,
Eagle strength He’ll still renew;
Garments fresh and foot unweary
Tell how God hath brought thee through.
There no stranger-God shall meet thee -
Stranger thou in courts above -
He, who to His rest shall greet thee,
Greets thee with a well-known love.