He Leadeth Me

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

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

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

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

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

For by His hand He leadeth me



Credits
Writer(s): Donald King Marrow, Constance L Florance, Cheryl Anne Falk
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