My Feet Had Wandered
It seemed my feet had wandered
On an awesome precipice,
Yet the winding path leads upwards,
And my footsteps dare not miss.
There are looming clouds of darkness;
There are wailing cries of woe;
Still the winding path leads upwards,
And I know I there must go.
I can hear the saved ones singing
Of their journey here below;
I can hear my Master calling,
For His voice I surely know.
Thus I put my feet more firmly,
And I gaze on Him alone,
For I know that He’ll uphold me
‘Till my pathway reaches home.