HE LEADETH ME
1. He leadeth me!
Oh, blessed thought!
Oh, words with
heav'nly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do,
where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's
hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
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!
2. 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.
3. Lord, I would
clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur or
repine;
Content, whatever
lot I see,
Since it is Thou
that leadest me.
4. And when my task
on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace,
the vict'ry's won,
E'en death's cold
wave I will not flee,
Since Thou in
triumph leadest me.
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