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.

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 
vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.