He Leadeth Me O Blessed Thought
C F He leadeth me! O bless-ed tho't, C G O words with heav'n-ly com-fort fraught; C F What-e'er I do, wher-e'er I be, C A G C Still 'tis God's hand that lead-eth me. G F C He lead-eth me! He lead-eth me! A G By His own hand He lead-eth me; C G F C His faith-ful fol-l'wer I would be, A G C For by His hand He lead-eth me. C F Some-times 'mid scenes of deep-est gloom, C G Some-times where E-den's bow-ers bloom, C F By wa-ters still, o'er trou-bled sea, C A G C Still 'tis His hand that lead-eth me. C F Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, C G Nor ev-er mur-mur nor re-pine; C F Con-tent, what-eve-r lot I see, C A G C Since 'tis Thy hand lead-est me. C F And when my task on earth is done, C G When, by Thy grace, the vic-t'ry's won, C F E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, C A G C Since God thro' Jor-dan lead-eth me!