He leadeth me ! O blessed thought ! O words with heavenly 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 follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
2. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters calm, o'er troubled sea---- Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
3. Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in Nor ever murmur, nor repine ; [mine, lyric, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
4. And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since Thou through Jordan leadest me.