He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort frought! (Music) Whatever I do, wherever I be; He leadeth me, He leadeth me! By His own Hand He leadeth Me; His faithful fol’wer I would be; for by His hand He leadeth me! Sometimes mid-scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom; By waters still or troubled sea, still take His hand that leadeth me… Lord, I would clasp my hand in thine, nor ever murmur nor repine; content, whatever lot I see, still tis’ His hand that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, when by Thy Grace the Victory’s won, E’en Death’s cold wave I will NOT flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.