Taking the lead

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden’s flowers bloom,

by waters calm, o’er troubled sea,
still ’tis God’s hand that 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.

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