His Guiding Hand (Leland)

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me;

How sweet to know that Je­sus’ hand

Leads me thro’ the wil­der­ness

Into the pro­mised land.

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me;

Like a ten­der shep­herd

He lead­eth me.

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me;

How calm the wea­ry heart doth grow

When He leads; and O

what rest

The bur­dened soul may know!

He lead­eth me; He lead­eth me;

And knows the path must thor­ny be

Traveling up to heav’n­ly life

By way of Cal­va­ry.

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me;

It is enough; I’ll joy­ful be

For I know it is in love

That thus He lead­eth me.