Words: Joseph H Gilmore, 1862
Music: William Batchelder Bradbury, 1864
Transcribed: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.org.uk
HE LEADETH ME
(D) He leadeth me, O (G) blessed thought!
O (D) words with heavenly comfort (A) fraught!
What(D)e'er I do, where(G)'er I be
Still (D) 'tis God's hand that (A7) leadeth (D) me.
(D) He leadeth (A7) me, He (D) leadeth me,
(G) By (D) His own (Bm) hand He (D) leadeth (A7) me;
His (D) faithful (A7) follower (D) I would be,
(G) For (D) by His (Bm) hand He (D) lead(A7)eth (D) me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
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.