Along the sandy desert

Along the sandy desert,
'Mid scorching winds that blow;
Across the rugged mountains,
Whose tops are white with snow;
Or in the darksome valley —
Where'er our feet may roam,
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home!

It makes us glad and joyful,
And lightens every load,
To know that He goes with us
Along life's rugged road;
Each day we feel His presence,
Though trials oft may come:
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home!

The flowers beside our pathway
May wither, fade, and die;
But fairer ones are blooming
For us beyond the sky:
And though ‘mid care and sorrow
Our weary steps may roam,
How sweet the blest assurance,
That Jesus leads us home!