1. He leadeth me! Oh, blessed thought!
    Oh, words with heavn’ly comfort fraught!
    Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
    Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me.    

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      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.

2. Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
    Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
    By waters calm, o’er troubled sea-
    Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

3. Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
    Nor ever murmur nor repine;
    Content, whatever lot I see,
    Since ‘tis my God that leadeth me.

4. 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 thro’ Jordan leadest me.