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 foll'wer 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 vict'ry's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. (Refrain)
|First Line:||He leadeth me, O blessed thought!|
|Title:||He Leadeth Me|
|Author:||Joseph H. Gilmore|
|Refrain First Line:||He leadeth me, He leadeth me!|
|Name:||[He leadeth me, O blessed thought!]|
|Composer:||William B. Bradbury|
|HE LEADETH ME (Celebration 690)|
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|An American Sonata for Solo Instrument and Organ||French Horn Solos for Worship (Arranged with Keyboard Accompaniment)||LORD, LEAD US ON|