He Will Lead Me Home

’Tis God’s own hand that lead­eth me

Along my lone­ly way;

But not be­cause He need­eth me

I need Him for my stay.

So God’s own hand doth lead me on

Thro’ dark­ness and thro’ gloom

And well I know

wher­e’er I go

His hand will lead me home.

Home

sweet home

My dear

my heav­en­ly home;

And well I know

where’er I go

His hand will lead me home.

’Tis God’s own hand that lead­eth me

Along my toil­some way;

And since in love He feed­eth me

I’ll trust Him day by day.

’Tis God’s own hand that lead­eth me

Along my pil­grim way;

And ev­ery day He speed­eth me

Towards Heav’n’s eter­nal day.