Sunday's Hymn: He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me: O blessed 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 foll’wer I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.

Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters calm, o’er troubled sea,
Still ‘tis his hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
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 vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

—Joseph H. Gilmore

Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

• Crown Him with Many Crowns at The Happy Wonderer
• Waiting for Spring at The Upward Call
• Lord’s Day 11, 2016 at The Thirsty Theologian
• Scriptural Convictions at Tried With Fire
• Your weekly dose of Spurgeon: God asks for your weakness at Pyromaniacs

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.