1	He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heavenly 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 follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
2	Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea,-- Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.--REF.
3	Lord, I would place Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.--REF.
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.--REF.
Rev. Joseph H. Gilmore.
	Used by per. of Rev. Joseph H. Gilmore.