He Leadeth Me

Pray the Hymn

He Leadeth Me (William B. Bradbury 1864)

He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
What-e’er I do, wher-e’er I be, still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
You lead me. When I dwell on those three words, my soul is comforted as if the words were whispered in my ear by angels. It doesn’t matter if I mess up. It doesn’t matter if I go where I shouldn’t. Your hand is open to lead me back where I belong. With You.
Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea – Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
There are days when I am weighed down by the darkness in the world. And there are days when I am strolling with You through the gardens of Eden. It’s as if I am on a boat, and storm clouds cover the sun. Waves beat against me, and I am afraid. But the storm passes, and the sea grows calm as does my spirit. In either situation, I look to Your hand as my light.
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.
When I look to You, when I stretch out my hand and find Yours waiting, my soul swells with contentment. Why would I complain or fuss about anything? I know it is Your hand I clasp that leads me through whatever the world can throw at 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.
When my days of living as Your child on earth have come to an end,  I will stand on the field of victory You bought and prepared for me. I won’t recoil at the thought of death because You, The Trinity, showing yourself to the world at the baptism of the Son in the Jordan, will lead me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follow’r I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
There is something personal and intimate between two people holding hands. But You and I are not just holding hands. You are leading me by Your hand, and I am more than content to follow Your lead. Blessed is the child being led by the hand of the eternal, loving Father!