He leadeth me! O blessed thought

1. He 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.
    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 still, o'er 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 vict'ry's won,
    E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
    Since Thou in triumph leadest me.