Twila Paris
he leadeth me
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He leadeth me! O blessed thought,
O words with heav'nly comfort fraught;
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis Christ's hand that 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.
Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since it is Thou that leadest me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the vict'ry's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since Thou in triumph leadest me.
- Álbum:
- God Shed His Grace
- Small Sacrifice
- Miscellaneous
- Bedtime Prayers
- Cry For The Desert
- Sanctuary
- Compilation
- I Will Be Here - 25 Love Songs
- Greatest Hits
- 8 Great Hits Twila Paris
- For Every Heart
- To Have And To Hold
- The Ultimate Collection
- Kingdom Seekers
- Where I Stand
- The Early Years - T. Paris
- Days of Elijah (Audio Performance Trax)
- Days of Elijah
- We Have Seen Your Glory (Audio Performance Trax)
- We Have Seen Your Glory