He leadeth me! O, blessed tho’t !

O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!

What’er I do, where’er I be

Still ‘its God’s hand, that leadeth me!

He leadeth me! He leadeth me!

By His own hand He leadeth me!

His faithful foll’wer I would be;

For by His hand He leadeth me!

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.

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine

Nor ever murmur nor repine

Content, whatever lot I see

Since ‘its Thy hand that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done

When, by Thy grace, the vict’ry’s won

E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee

Since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me.