12He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me! O blessed thought! O words with heavenlycomfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be,Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden'sbowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled seaStill 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmurnor repine; Content, whatever lot I see,Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace, thevictory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,Since God through Jordan leadeth me.