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. Refrain

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. Refrain

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. Refrain

Words: Joseph Henry Gilmore, 1862

Music: He Leadeth Me, Aughton

Meter: LM with Refrain

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