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!
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.
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! [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | He leadeth me! O, blessed thought |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters." |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | [He leadeth me! O, blessed thought] |
| Key: | D Major |
| Source: | From "Golden Censer." By permission |