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Joseph H. Gilmore - 1862

 

As a young man who re­cent­ly had been grad­u­at­ed from Brown Un­i­ver­si­ty and New­ton The­o­lo­gic­al In­sti­tu­tion, I was sup­ply­ing for a cou­ple of Sun­days the pul­pit of the First Bap­tist Church in Phil­a­del­phia [Penn­syl­van­ia]. At the mid-week ser­vice, on the 26th of March, 1862, I set out to give the peo­ple an ex­po­si­tion of the Twen­ty-third Psalm. I did not get fur­ther than the words "He Lead­eth Me." Those words took hold of me as they had ne­ver done be­fore, and I saw them in a sig­ni­fi­cance and won­drous beau­ty of which I had ne­ver dreamed.It was the dark­est hour of the Ci­vil War. I was led to real­ize that God's lead­er­ship is the one sig­nif­i­cant fact in hu­man ex­per­i­ence, that it makes no dif­fer­ence how we are led, or where we are led, so long as we are sure God is lead­ing us.At the close of the meet­ing a few of us were in the par­lor talk­ing and there, on a blank page, I pen­ciled the hymn, talk­ing and writ­ing at the same time, then hand­ed it to my wife and thought no

more about it. She sent it to The Watch­man and Re­flect­or, a pa­per pub­lished in Bos­ton, where it was first print­ed. I did not know un­til 1865 that my hymn had been set to mu­sic by Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry. I went to Ro­ches­ter [New York] to preach as a can­di­date be­fore the Se­cond Bap­tist Church. Go­ing in­to their cha­pel on ar­riv­al in the ci­ty, I picked up a hymn­al to see what they were sing­ing, and opened it at my own hymn, "He Lead­eth Me."

He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!

O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be
Still 'tis God'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, over troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth 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 God through Jordan leadeth me.

Other Poems

A Psalm of Life

And Can it Be

Above the Hills of Time

And Can it Be

Be Thou My Vision

Cast out Again

Christ Arose!

Christ Beside Me

Christ the Lord is Risen Today!

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus

For the Beauty of the Earth

Found in Translation

Freedom

from The Prelude

God of Grace and God of Glory

Hark the Hearld Angel Sings

He Leadeth Me

Holy Spirit, Truth Divine

Hymn of the Evening

I Surrender All

Joy to the World

Like a River Glorious

Mozambique

My Faith Looks Up to Thee

National Hymn - God of Our Fathers

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

O, The Deep, Deep, Love of Jesus

Parable of Immortality

Serenity

Sweet Hour of Prayer

The Battle Hymn of the Reformation

The Building of the Ship

The Church's One Foundation

The Landing of the Pilgrims

This Present Crisis

Three Days

We've A Story to Tell to The Nations

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