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 follow'r I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes when Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled seas,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ev-er murmur nor re-pine,
Content whatev-er lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me!
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by grace, the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave, I will not flee
Since God thru Jordan leadeth me.