He Leadeth Me (words only)
He leadeth me, O blessed tho’t!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
What-e’er I do, wher-e’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 when Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, or troubled sea
Still ‘tis His hand that leadeth me!
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content, what-e’er my lot may be,
Since ‘tis my God 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.
Joseph H. Gilmore
William B. Bradbury