The Guiding Hand

Through each per­plex­ing care and strife

That marks the check­ered path of life

My Sav­ior’s guid­ing hand I see

And know that still He lead­eth me.

He lead­eth me

he lead­eth me

Let this my theme of rap­ture be!

He lead­eth me

He lead­eth me

My Sav­ior’s guid­ing hand I see.

Though tri­als great be­fore me rise

Though clouds of sor­row veil my skies

Unmoved the com­ing storm I see

For God my Sav­ior lead­eth me.

He lead­eth me

O joy di­vine!

The glo­ry His

the cross be mine

Since He who suf­fered on the tree

In tender mer­cy lead­eth me.

With Him

my soul’s eter­nal guide

What can I wish or want be­side?

In life or death my song shall be

My lov­ing Sav­ior lead­eth me.