by Joseph Henry Gilmore (1834 - 1918)

He leadeth me beside still waters
Language: English 
"He leadeth me " Oh! blessed thought! 
Oh! words with heavenly comforts fraught, 
Whate'er I do, 
Wheree'er I be, 
Still 'tis God that leadeth me. 

He leadeth me! he leadeth me! 
By his own hand, he leadeth me! 

Sometimes, 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes, where Eden's bowers bloom; 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea 
Still 'tis God that leadeth me! 

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
Nor ever murmur nor repine 
Content, whatever lot I see, 
Since 'tis God 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.


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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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Word count: 115