He leadeth me
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav�nly comfort fraught!
Whate�er I do, where�er I be
Still �tis God�s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll�wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes �mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden�s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o�er troubled sea,
Still �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 �tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict�ry�s won,
E�en death�s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.