He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me! O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught!

What-e'er I do, wher-e'er I be, still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me!

He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me.

His faithful foll'wer I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur nor repine,

Content, what-ever lot I see, since 'tis Thy hand that leadeth me!

And when my task on earth is done, when, by Thy grace, the vict'rys won,

E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me!