He leadeth me! O blessed thought!
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He leadeth me! O blessed thought!O words with heavenly comfort fraught!Whate'er I do, where'er I be,Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
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.
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Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,By waters still, o'er troubled sea,—Still 't is his hand that leadeth me!
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Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,Nor ever murmur nor repine,Content whatever lot I see,Since 't is my God that leadeth me.
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And when my task on earth is done,When by thy grace the victory's won,E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me.