Classic Poem

I know not where my steps may lead
In days to come;
But He, who for my sins did bleed,
Will guide me home.

And though the road be rough and steep,
I'll have no dread;
For He, who for my sins did weep,
Walks on ahead.

Though valleys dark and mountains high
May bar my way;
Through Him, who on the cross did die,
I'll win the day.

And at life's end, my journey o'er
I'll see the face
Of Him who journeyed on before—
Saved by His grace.