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.
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.
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.
3. Lord, I would clasp my hand in Thine,
And never murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since God 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.
He leadeth me.
Text: Joseph H. Gillmore
Music: William B. Bradbury, arr. Katherine Wright
Copyright © 2015 by Katherine Wright. This sheet music may be copied for noncommercial use.