He leadeth me.
“He leadeth me!” O! blesséd thought,
O! words with heavenly comfort fraught,
Whate’er I do, whate’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!
He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me.
2 Sometimes ’midst scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom;
By waters still, o’er troubled sea—