He Leadeth Me Lyrics Twila Paris

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

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

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

And when my task on earth is done
When by Thy grace, the vict'ry's won
Even death's cold wave I will not flee
Since God through Jordan 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, His tender hand
For by His hand He leadeth me

Through the day, He leadeth me
Through the night, He leadeth me
He leadeth me, through the day
Through the night