He Leadeth Me, O Blessed Thought
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w: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
m: William B. Bradbury, 1864
descant: Tom Fettke

[Verse 1]
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

[Refrain]
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll'wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

[Verse 2]
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.

[Refrain]

[Verse 3]
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,
Still God through Jordan leadeth me.

[Refrain]