Sometimes 'mid scenes, of deepest gloom,
Sometimes, where Eden's, bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis, Her hand, that leadeth me.

And when, my task, on earth, is done,
When by, Her grace, the victory's won,
E'en death's, cold wave, I will not flee,
Since She, in triumph, leadeth me.

She leadeth me! She leadeth me!
By Her own hand, She leadeth me;
Her faithful follower, I would be,
For by, Her hand, She-- lead--eth... me.

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