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 (Refrain) 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 (Refrain) 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 (Refrain)