HE LEADETH ME

D-major

1:

He leadeth me:  O blessed thought!

O words with heavenly comfort fraught!

Whate'er I do, where'er I be,

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.  

Chorus

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.

2:

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.  

3:

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.  

4:

And when my task on earth is done,

When by thy grace the victory's won,

E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,

Since God through Jordan leadeth me.