He Leadeth Me, Joseph H. Gil m ore, Wil l iam B. Brad b ury
He leadeth me, O bless èd thought!
O words with heav ’n ly comfort fraught!
Whate ’e r I do, where ’e r I be
Still ’t is 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 ’t is His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’t is my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict ’r y ’s won,
E ’e n death ’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.