He Leadeth Me Twila Paris

He leadeth me, O blessed thought
O 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
His faithful follower I would be
For by His hand He leadeth me

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine
Nor ever murmur nor repine
Content whatever lot I see
Since 'tis Thy 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

And when my task on earth is done
When by Thy grace, the vict'ry's won
Even 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, His tender hand
For by His hand He leadeth me