He Leadeth Me

"He leadeth me : O blessed thought! O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!

What'er I do, where'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Sometimes 'mid scenes of of deepest gloom , sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,

By waters calm o'er 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 vict'ry's won,

E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me."

"He leadeth me, he leadeth me; By his own hand he leadeth me:

His faithful foll'wer I would be, for by his hand he leadeth me."