He Leadeth Me (Gilmore)

He lead­eth me

O bless­èd thought!

O words with heav’n­ly 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.

Sometimes mid scenes of deep­est gloom

Sometimes where Ed­en’s bow­ers bloom

By wa­ters still

ov­er trou­bled sea

Still ’tis His hand that lead­eth me.

Lord

I would place my hand in Thine

Nor ever mur­mur nor re­pine;

Content

what­ev­er lot I see

Since ’tis my God that lead­eth me.

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.