HE LEADETH ME!

He leadeth me! O, blessed thought
Oh, words with heavenly
comfort fraught!
What’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ‘tis God’s hand
that leadeth me!

CHORUS
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

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 hands 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 victory’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee;
Since Thou through Jordan leadest me.