He leadeth me! O blessed thought,
O words with heav′nly comfort fraught;
Whate'er I do, where′er I be,
Still 'tis Christ'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, o'er troubled sea,
Still ′tis His 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.

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 Thou in triumph leadest 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.

Writer(s): Roland St John Hanneman<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com