He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me!
Oh blessed thought!
Oh 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,
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 victry's won,
E'en death's cold wave
I will not flee,
Since God thro' Jordan
leadeth me.

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