690. 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.

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.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ‘tis Thy hand that leadeth me.

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.

Text by Jo­seph H. Gil­more, 1862
Music by Wil­liam B. Brad­bu­ry, Gold­en Cen­ser (New York: 1864)

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