He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heavly comfort fraught!
Whater I do, wherer I be
Still is God hand that leadeth me.
* Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foller I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes where Eden bowers bloom,
By waters still, or troubled sea,
Still is His hand that leadeth me.
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since is my God that leadeth me.
When by Thy grace the victy won,
En death cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

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