He leadeth me
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heavnly comfort fraught!
Whateer I do, whereer I be
Still tis Gods hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follwer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Edens bowers bloom,
By waters still, oer 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 victrys won,
Een deaths cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.