Hymn #650: He leadeth me

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1. He leadeth me: oh blessed thought!
oh words with heavenly 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!
A faithful follower I would be,
for 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

2. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's flowers bloom,
by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me!


3. Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
nor ever murmur nor repine,
content, what ever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me!


4. 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.

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