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Tuning: E A D G B E
He Cleadeth me! O Fbless-ed tho't, O worCds with heav’n-ly com-fort fGraught; What-eC’er I do, wher-Fe’er I be, Still ’Ctis God’s Amhand that lGead-eth Cme.
He lead-eth Gme! He lFead-eth Cme! By His own Amhand He lead-eth Gme; His Cfaith-ful fGol-l'wer FI would Cbe, For by His Amhand He leGad-eth mCe.
Some-Ctimes ’mid scenes of Fdeep-est gloom, Some-Ctimes where E-den’s bow-ers blGoom, By Cwa-ters still, o’er Ftrou-bled sea, Still ’Ctis His Amhand that lGead-eth Cme.
Lord, CI would clasp Thy Fhand in mine, Nor Cev-er mur-mur nor re-pGine; Con-Ctent, what-eve-r Flot I see, Since 'Ctis Thy Amhand lGead-est Cme.
And wChen my task on eFarth is done, When, Cby Thy grace, the vic-t’ry’s Gwon, E’en dCeath’s cold wave I wFill not flee, Since GCod thro' AmJor-dan lGead-eth Cme!