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.
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.
3
Lord,
I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor
ever murmur nor repine;
Content,
whatever lot I see,
Since
'tis my God that leadeth me.
4
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.
