By His own hand he leadeth me. what a comfort to know!
He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly 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.
Text: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1834-1918
Music: William B. Bradbury, 1816-1868