He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't,Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught;Whate'er I do, where'er I be,Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Refrain, after each verseHe 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, o'er troubled sea—Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.Nor ever murmur or 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 vict'ry's won,E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.