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He Leadeth Me | Joseph H.

Gilmore, 1862 (September)

He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavnly comfort fraught! Whateer I do, whereer I be S Still tis Gods hand that leadeth me. R Refrain: H He leadeth me, He leadeth me, B By His own hand He leadeth me; H His faithful follwer I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. 2. 3. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, 4. Sometimes where Edens bowers bloom, 5. By waters still, oer troubled sea, 6. Still tis His hand that leadeth me. 7. 8. Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, 9. Nor ever murmur nor repine; 10. Content, whatever lot I see, 11. Since tis my God that leadeth me. 12. And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victrys won, Een deaths cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

HE HIDETH MY SOUL Fanny Crosby A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, A wonderful Savior to me; He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, Where rivers of pleasure I see. Refrain He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock That shadows a dry, thirsty land; He hideth my life with the depths of His love ,And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, He taketh my burden away; He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved, He giveth me strength as my day. Refrain With numberless blessings each moment He crowns, And filled with His fullness divine, I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God For such a Redeemer as mine! Refrain When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise To meet Him in clouds of the sky, His perfect salvation, His wonderful love Ill shout with the millions on high.

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believers ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. Dear name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place, My never failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend, O prophet, priest and king, My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, Ill praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath, And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death!

A Am I a Soldier of the Cross?Words by: Isaac Watts, Music by: Austin

Am I a soldier of the cross, A follwer of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His Name? Must I be carried to the skies On flowry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? Sure I would fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord. Ill bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die; They view the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise, And all Thy armies shine In robes of victry through skies, The glory shall be Thine.

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