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 follow’r 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, o’er troubled sea

Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine

Nor ever murmur, nor repine

Content, whate’er 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