1. He leadeth me, O blessed thought,
Oh words with heav’nly comfort fraught.
What e’er I do, where e’er I be,
Still its God’s hand that leadeth me.
CHORUS: He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me.
His faithful follower I will be,
For by His hand He leadeth me
2. Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s flowers bloom,
By waters still or troubled sea,
Still it’s God’s hand that leadeth me.
3. Lord, I would clasp Your hand in mine,
‘Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content whatever lot I see,
Since it’s God’s hand that leadeth me.
4. And when my task on earth is done,
When by Your grace the victory’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me