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He Leadeth Me

Key - C
Tempo - 96 | Time - 4/4

Verse 1

He leadeth me: O

blessed thought!

words with heav'nly comfort

fraught!

What

e'er I do, wher

e'er I be,

Still

'tis God's hand

that

lead

eth

me.

Chorus

He leadeth

me, He

lead

eth

me;

His own

hand He

leadeth

me:

His

faithful

follower

would

be,

For

by His

hand He

lead

eth

me.

Verse 2

Sometimes mid scenes of

deepest gloom,

Some

times where Eden's flowers

bloom,

waters calm, o'ver

troubled sea,

Still

'tis God's hand

that

lead

eth

me.

Verse 3

Lord, I would clasp Thy

hand in mine,

Nor

ever murmur nor re

pine;

Con

tent, whatever

lot I see,

Since

'tis my God

that

lead

eth

me.

Verse 4

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 Jor

dan

lead

eth

me.

{title: He Leadeth Me}
{key: C}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 96}

{c: Verse 1}
[C]He leadeth me: O [F]blessed thought!
O [C]words with heav'nly comfort [G]fraught!
What[C]e'er I do, wher[F]e'er I be,
Still [C]'tis God's hand [Am]that [C]lead[G7]eth [C]me.

{c: Chorus} 
{soc}
[C]He leadeth [G]me, He [C]lead[F]eth [C]me;
[G]By [C]His own [Am]hand He [C]leadeth [G]me:
His [C]faithful [G]follower [C]I [F]would [C]be,
[F]For [C]by His [Am]hand He [C]lead[G7]eth [C]me.
{eoc}

{c: Verse 2}
[C]Sometimes mid scenes of [F]deepest gloom,
Some[C]times where Eden's flowers [G]bloom,
By [C]waters calm, o'ver [F]troubled sea,
Still [C]'tis God's hand [Am]that [C]lead[G7]eth [C]me.

{c: Verse 3}
[C]Lord, I would clasp Thy [F]hand in mine,
Nor [C]ever murmur nor re[G]pine;
Con[C]tent, whatever [F]lot I see,
Since [C]'tis my God [Am]that [C]lead[G7]eth [C]me.

{c: Verse 4}
[C]And when my task on [F]earth is done,
When, [C]by Thy grace the victory's [G]won,
E'en [C]death's cold wave I [F]will not flee,
Since [C]God through Jor[Am]dan [C]lead[G7]eth [C]me.

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.

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.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's flowers bloom,
By waters calm, o'ver troubled sea,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

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

"He Leadeth Me"
Words and Music by Joseph Henry Gilmore, William Batchelder Bradbury.
Public Domain
CCLI License #Not Specified

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