He leadeth me, oh blessed thought, O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, whate’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.

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.

I sent this to a friend after the death of her brother. Praying for God’s leading and comfort during these difficult days. He is good, even when the providence is hard.