William B. Bradbury, 1864

HE LEADETH ME L. M. with Refrain

O blessed thought! O words with heavenly com-fort fraught!

What- e'er I do, wher- e'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that lead eth me.

E leadeth me: O blessed thought!

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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.

By waters calm, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

3 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.

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 Jordan leadeth me.
Joseph H. Gilmore, 1861; lines 3, 4, of refrain added.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,

ST. OSWALD 8. 7. 8. 7.

John B. Dykes, 1861

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1 SAVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs Thy bosom share;

2 Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There, we know, Thy word believing,
Only there secure from harm.

3 Never, from Thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;

Let Thy tenderness, so loving,

Keep them through life's dangerous way.

4 Then, within Thy fold eternal,

Let them find a resting-place,

Feed in pastures ever vernal,

Drink the rivers of Thy grace.

William A. Mühlenberg, 1826

THEODORA 7. 7. 7. 7.

Arr. from George F. Handel, 1749

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look up on a little child;

Pit y my simplicity; Suffer me to come to Thee. A-men.

3 Let me above all fulfil

God, my heavenly Father's, will,
Never His good Spirit grieve,
Only to His glory live.

4 Thou didst live to God alone,
Thou didst never seek Thine own,
Thou Thyself didst never please,
God was all Thy happiness.

5 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,

In Thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art;
Live Thyself within my heart.

6 I shall then show forth Thy praise,
Serve Thee all my happy days;
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.

Charles Wesley, 1749, compiled