Hymn meditation on my way to school

Pacing my way to school, when this title and tune came to my mind.

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?

Ah, nostalgia nostalgia. Familiar feeling. My memory flashed back through my days in primary, secondary & JC school days, stopping to reflect particularly on those dramatic incidents of grace. Life experiences which God led me to go through, which taught me about Himself. The sort of stuff that changes your world. The sort of stuff that make you go "life will never be the same again", now that I know this and this about God.

My heart welled up with thanksgiving. And I gave a hearty Amen to these words.

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?

So I started the first day of my final year, with quiet confidence and thankfulness. Remembering all that God has done in my life. And knowing that it's going to be another year of blessings ahead. And I know saying is easy, particularly in the context of current peace and comfort, as I have learnt enough of myself. But blessings not in the sense that everything goes smoothly. But that even in the roughest ride, my quiet confidence is that God is in control of the larger scheme of things. Perhaps in a way that I may never know, perhaps in a way that I may never agree with intellectually or emotionally, but here I draw encouragement from the hymn writer herself. This woman who was blind for almost all of her life and was more than thankful to God for that. This woman, who was blind as men perceive her to be, but who had eyes of faith that few can equal. Here is a lesson and reminder for me. That even in the roughest ride, I will shut my eyes, walk through in obedience, with eyes of faith wide open and trust God to guide. And to guide, He sure will, till I one day behold the fullness of His love in its full glory, till the day of perfect rest, till eternity, this my song shall be, and my soul, please remember this:

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.