1 He leadeth me, O blessed thought,
O ds with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Chorus
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 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
nor ever murmur nor repine,
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God at leadeth me.
3 And when my tsk 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.
