He leadeth me! O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 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 God through Jordan 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. He leadeth me, He leadeth me; By His own hand He leadeth me: His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.Soʻrayman Xudodan تكفيك نعمتى Padre nostro slạmạaⁿ nlt mn rby Оо Ата, Сенин эркиңди издейм ạftḥ yạ rb ʿywn sẖʿbk ومىرگە كەلدىم، شىندىق كورمەدىم О стадо малое когда враги грозят не бойся Pojďte ke mně všichni Dengan KasihMu, ya Tuhan
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