He Leadeth Me O Blessed Though - Twila Paris

1. He leadeth me, O blessed thought!

O words with heav???

nly 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 foll???

wer 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 place my hand in Thine,

Nor ever murmur nor 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 vict???

ry???s won,

E???

en death???

s cold wave I will not flee,

Since God through Jordan leadeth me.