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.
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 that leadeth me. (Refrain)
3 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)
|First Line:||He leadeth me, O blessed thought|
|Title:||He Leadeth Me, O Blessed Thought|
|Author:||Joseph H. Gilmore (1862)|
|Refrain First Line:||He leadeth me, he leadeth me|
|Name:||HE LEADETH ME|
|Composer:||William B. Bradbury (1864)|