J. H. Gilmore (166/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

J. H. Gilmore 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. 2 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. 3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor every murmur or repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis my God that leadeth me. 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 Thou through Jordan leadest me.