Text: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1834-1918
Tune: HE LEADETH ME, Meter: LM with Refrain
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
Refrain:
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
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3. Lord, I would place thine hand in mine
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see
Since 'tis thine hand that leadeth me
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4. And when my task on earth is done
When by thy grace the victory's won
E'en d**h's cold wave I will not flee
Since God through Jordan leadeth me
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