1 He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'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 follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me. 2 Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's flowers bloom, By waters calm, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Refrain 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. Refrain 4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain