He leadeth me

He leadeth me: O blessed thought!

O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!

what e'er I do, where e'er I be,

still 'this God hand that leadeth me.

Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,

sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,

by waters calm, o'er troubled sea,

still 'this God hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,

nor ever murmur nor repine;

Content, whatever lot i see.

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me

Lord, I thank you for leading me