1 Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee;
Stranger hands no more impede;
2 Is the wilderness before thee,
Desert lands where drought abides?
3 Light divine surrounds thy going,
God Himself shall mark thy way;
4 God, thine everlasting portion,
Feeds thee with the Mighty's meat;
5 Art thou weaned from Egypt's pleasures?
God in secret shall thee keep;
6 In the desert God will teach thee
What the God that thou hast found —
7 On to Canaan's rest still wending,
E'en thy wants and woes shall bring
8 Though thy way be long and dreary,
Eagle strength He'll still renew;
9 When to Canaan's long-loved dwelling
Love divine thy feet shall bring,