He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with Heavenly comfort fraught!
In joy or trial, where’er I be,
Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Chorus:
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 clasp Thy hand in mine,
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 His grace the victory’s won,
When Jesus comes or death I see,
In life or death, He leadeth me.