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 bowers bloom, 
By waters still, over 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 vict'ry's won, 
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. 

*First published on September 7, 2009.

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Donna and her husband Timus have been blessed with the privilege of educating both of their children at home, depending daily on God's grace for wisdom and strength. They take great delight in encouraging families who are currently enjoying that adventure! Donna is TOS's General Editor. 

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