He leadeth me, O blessed thought!O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!Whate’er I do, where’er I beStill ’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. 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. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,Nor ever murmur nor repine;Content, whatever lot … Continue reading →