537 ~ He Leadeth Me
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.
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 my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.