He leadeth me, O blessed thought!

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    CGS No.: 
    697

    Verse 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.

    Chorus
    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.

    Verse 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!

    Chorus
    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.

    Verse 3
    Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
    Nor ever murmur nor repine,
    Content, whatever lot I see,
    Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

    Chorus
    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.

    Verse 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.

    Chorus
    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.