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.