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He Leadeth Me
Verse 1
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.
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.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Verse 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!
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea —
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me!
Verse 3
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
Verse 4
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.
When by thy grace the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
A beloved hymn expressing trust in God's guidance, written by Joseph Gilmore during a pastoral visit.