God Makes a Path

God makes a path, provides a guide,
And feeds in wilderness!
His glorious name while breath remains,
O that I may confess.

Lost many a time, I have had no guide,
No house, but hollow tree!
In stormy winter night no fire,
No food, no company:

In him I found a house, a bed,
A table, company:
No cup so bitter, but's made sweet,
When God shall sweetning be.