He Leadeth Me

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.