Chrous

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.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since tis thy hand that leadeth me.

Verse 4

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 thro' Jordon leatheth me.