He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis Christ’s hand that leadeth me.
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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.
by His own hand he leadeth me;
his faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.
sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
by waters still, over troubled sea,
still ’tis Christ's hand that leadeth me.
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Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since ’tis my Lord that leadeth me.
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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 Christ through Jordan leadeth me.
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