He leadeth me
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav~ez_rsquo~nly comfort fraught!
Whate~ez_rsquo~er I do, where~ez_rsquo~er I be
Still ~ez_rsquo~tis God~ez_rsquo~s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll~ez_rsquo~wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ~ez_rsquo~mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden~ez_rsquo~s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o~ez_rsquo~er troubled sea,
Still ~ez_rsquo~tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ~ez_rsquo~tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict~ez_rsquo~ry~ez_rsquo~s won,
E~ez_rsquo~en death~ez_rsquo~s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.