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Words by Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862Tune: AUGHTON by William B. Bradbury, 1864Key signature: C major (no sharps or flats)Public Domain1. 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!Refrain: 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 clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis Thy hand 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!
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