You leadeth me! O blessed thought,
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.You
leadeth me! You leadeth me!
By Your own hand You leadeth me;
Your faithful follower I would be,
For by Your hand You leadeth me.
Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis Your hand that leadeth me.
You leadeth me! You leadeth me!
By Your own hand You leadeth me;
Your faithful follower I would be,
For by Your hand You leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp Your hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since it is my God that leadest me.
You leadeth me! You leadeth me!
By Your own hand You leadeth me;
Your faithful follower I would be,
For by Your hand You 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 through Jordan leadest me.
You leadeth me! You leadeth me!
By Your own hand You leadeth me;
Your faithful follower I would be,
For by Your hand You leadeth me.
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