He leadeth me, O blessed 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 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
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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
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
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