He leadeth His own with a gentle hand, A wonderful Saviour have we ! Oh, where is the friend that on earth we can find So full of compassion as He ?
Won - - - derful Saviour, won - - - derful Saviour Watching so tenderly o'er us ! Shedding bright sunshine before us ; Glo - - ry, hon - - our, and praise . . to His name !
2. He leadeth His own with a gentle hand, Whenever we faint by the way ; How precious the blessings that fall from His throne, Like dew at the close of the day !
3. He leadeth His own with a gentle hand, And when we are sorrow-oppressed, He gathers us under the shade of His love, And there on His bosom we rest.
4. He leadeth His own with a gentle hand, And oh, when our journey is o'er, What rapture in Eden to sit at His feet, And praise Him when time is no more !