He leadeth me: oh, blessed thought! Oh, words with heav'nly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, wheree'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.
Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur nor repine, content, whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
And when at last my race is run, the Savior's work in me is done, e'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me.