VERSE 1
He leadeth me; O blessed thought!
O 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 follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
VERSE 2
Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s flowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ‘tis His hand that leadeth me.
VERSE 3
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur, nor repine,
Content, whatever lot I see, since
‘Tis Thy hand that leadeth me.
VERSE 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 God through Jordan leadeth me.
