He leadeth me! O blessed thought
He leadeth me, O blessèd 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.
Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
by waters still, over troubled sea,
still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
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 God through Jordan leadeth me.
Words: Joseph Henry Gilmore, 1862
Music: He Leadeth Me, Aughton
Meter: LM with Refrain
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