Sunday Hymn: He Leadeth Me

He lead­eth me, O bless­èd thought!
O words with heav’n­ly com­fort fraught!
Whate’er I do, whe­re’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that lead­eth me.

Refrain

He lead­eth me, He lead­eth me,
By His own hand He lead­eth me;
His faith­ful fol­low­er I would be,
For by His hand He lead­eth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deep­est gloom,
Sometimes where Ed­en’s bow­ers bloom,
By wa­ters still, ov­er trou­bled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that lead­eth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
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 vic­to­ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jor­dan lead­eth me.

—Jo­seph H. Gil­more