He Leadeth His Own With A Gentle Hand,
A Wonderful Saviour Have We !
Oh, Where Is The Friend That On Earth We Can Find
So Full Of Compassion As He ?

Wonderful Saviour, Wonderful Saviour
Watching So Tenderly O’er Us !
Shedding Bright Sunshine Before Us ;
Glory, Honour, And Praise To His Name !

He Leadeth His Own With A Gentle Hand,
Whenever We Faint By The Way ;
How Precious The Blessings That Fall From His Throne,
Like Dew At The Close Of The Day !

He Leadeth His Own With A Gentle Hand,
And When We Are Sorrow-Oppressed,
He Gathers Us Under The Shade Of His Love,
And There On His Bosom We Rest.

He Leadeth His Own With A Gentle Hand,
And Oh, When Our Journey Is O’er,
What Rapture In Eden To Sit At His Feet,
And Praise Him When Time Is No More !