Hymns - He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought

He leadeth me! O blessed thought,O words with heav'nly comfort fraught;Whate'er I do, where'er I be,Still 'tis Christ'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. 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. Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,Nor ever murmur or repine;Content, whatever lot I see,Since it is Thou that leadest 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 Thou in triumph leadest me.