He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
The old hymn, "He Leadeth Me" has been playing in my head today. It's late and time for bed but still the hymn plays. Jesus leads me. He leads me even when I think I'm leading myself. I am never out of his sight and always in his hands. So safe, I'm really ever so safe. Thank you, Jesus!
- 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 foll’wer 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, 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 vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.