He Leadeth Me

1 He leadeth me, O bless�d thought! O words with heav'nly 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 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, ov'r troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth 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 God through Jordan leadeth me.