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He Leadeth Me O Blessed Thought

He leadeth me! O bless-ed tho't,
O words with heav?n-ly com-fort fraught;
What-e?er I do, wher-e?er I be,
Still ?tis God?s hand that lead-eth me.
He lead-eth me! He lead-eth me!
By His own hand He lead-eth me;
His faith-ful fol-l'wer I would be,
For by His hand He lead-eth me.
Some-times ?mid scenes of deep-est gloom,
By wa-ters still, o?er trou-bled sea,
Still ?tis His hand that lead-eth me.
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ev-er mur-mur nor re-pine;
Con-tent, what-eve-r lot I see,
Since 'tis Thy hand lead-est me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the vic-t?ry?s won,
E?en death?s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God thro' Jor-dan lead-eth me!