He Leadeth Me (Arnold)

He lead­eth me

for I can feel the clasp­ing

Of that pierc­èd hand so firm

so kind

so dear;

And in sweet

trust­ing con­fi­dence I fol­low

And fear no dan­ger while my guide is near.

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me

No dan­ger then my soul shall fear

But in sweet

trust­ing con­fi­dence I fol­low

And fear no dan­ger while my guide is near.

He lead­eth me

but not thro’ flow­ery mea­dows

Where sun­shine lin­gers all the glad­some day;

My tir­èd feet are oft­en torn and bleed­ing

With thorns that pierce them in this nar­row way.

He lead­eth me

but some­times in my blind­ness

I turn aside to grasp at earth­ly toys;

Ah

then His voice so ten­der­ly doth win me

That like a sha­dow

fly all oth­er joys.

He lead­eth me

and I will clasp more close­ly

That pierc­èd hand so kind

so firm

so dear;

And in sweet

trust­ing con­fi­dence I fol­low

And fear no dan­ger while my guide is near.