1 He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
4 And when my task on earth is done,
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1 O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
2 Some-times where Eden's bowers bloom,
3 Nor ever murmur nor repine;
4 When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won,
1 What-e'er I do, wher-e'er I be,
2 By waters still, o'er troubled sea
3 Con -tent, whatever lot I see,
4 E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
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1 Still 'tis God's hand that lead-eth me.
2 Still 'tis God's hand that lead-eth me.
3 Since 'tis my God that lead-eth me.
4 Since God through Jordan lead-eth me.
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He leadeth me, He lead-eth me,
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By His own hand He leadeth me;
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His faithful foll'wer I would be,
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For by His hand He lead-eth me.