He leadeth me O blessed thought

He leadeth me O blessed thought
O words with heav nly comfort fraught
Whate er I do where er I be
Still tis Christ 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 Thy hand in mine
Nor ever murmur or repine
Content whatever lot I see
Since it is Thou that leadest 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 Thou in triumph leadest me