| Song | He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought! |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Joseph Henry Gilmore |
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| Tags | He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought! |
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He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought!
O Words With Heavenly Comfort Fraught!
Whatever I Do, Where Ever 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 Troubles 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.
Lord, I Would Clasp Thy Hand In Mine,
Nor Ever Murmur Not Repine;
Content, Whatever Lot I See,
Since ‘Tis My God 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 Victory’s Won,
E’en Death’s Cold Wave I Will Not Flee,
Since God Through Jordan 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.
