I have a proved, unerring Guide,
Whose love I’m loth to grieve;
He brings me golden promises
My heart can scare receive;
He leaders me, and hope and cheer
Doth for my path provide,
For dreary nights and days of drought:
Have you not so sure a Guide?
Quench not the faintest whisper
That the heavenly dove may bring;
He seeks with holy love to lure
The wanderer ‘neath His wing.
Anna Shipton (1815-1901)