1 

Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee;

   Stranger hands no more impede;

Pass thou on, His strength protects thee,

   Strength that has the captive freed.

 2 

Is the wilderness before thee,

   Desert lands where drought abides?

Heavenly springs shall there restore thee,

   Fresh from God's exhaustless tides.

 3 

Light divine surrounds thy going,

   God Himself shall mark thy way;

Secret blessings, richly flowing,

   Lead to everlasting day.

 4 

God, thine everlasting portion,

   Feeds thee with the Mighty's meat;

Saved from Egypt's hard extortion,

   Egypt's food no more to eat.

 5 

Art thou weaned from Egypt's pleasures?

   God in secret shall thee keep;

There unfold His hidden treasures,

   There His love's exhaustless deep.

 6 

In the desert God will teach thee

   What the God that thou hast found —

Patient, gracious, powerful, holy;

   All His grace shall there abound.

 7 

On to Canaan's rest still wending,

   E'en thy wants and woes shall bring

Suited grace from high descending;

   Thou shalt taste of mercy's spring.

 8 

Though thy way be long and dreary,

   Eagle strength He'll still renew;

Garments fresh, and feet unweary,

   Tell how God hath brought thee through.

 9 

When to Canaan's long-loved dwelling

   Love divine thy feet shall bring,

Thou, with shouts of triumph swelling,

   Zion's songs in rest shall sing.