he leadeth me o blessed thought

1. He leadeth me! O blessed thought,
O words with heavnly comfort fraught;
Whateer I do, whereer I be,
Still tis Christs hand that leadeth me.

Chorus: He leadeth me! He leadeth me!
Chorus: By His own hand He leadeth me;
Chorus: His faithful follower I would be,
Chorus: For by His hand He leadeth me.

2. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Edens bowers bloom,
By waters still, oer troubled sea,
Still tis His hand that leadeth me.

3. 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.

4. And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the victrys won,
Een deaths cold wave I will not flee,
Since Thou in triumph leadest me.