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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.
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught;
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis Christ’s hand that leadeth me.
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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.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He 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.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
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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.
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that 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.
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
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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.
Nor ever murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since it is Thou that leadest 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.
Nor ever murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since it is Thou that leadest me.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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Port Harcourt, Rivers State, Nigeria
So lovely.
I so much love it
Aba, Abia State, Nigeria
I kept playing and replaying this song in my subconscious until the wordings started ministering to me. I had to come here immediately to see the heartwarming messages of beloved all over the world. May God be praised.
Nairobi, Kenya
Spiritually nourishing... it doesn't matter how high the mountains tall neither how deep the valley goes we navigate the said on our knees!..
Storrs, Connecticut, United States
Joseph Henry Gilmore, the writer of this hymn was born at Boston, on April 29, 1834. He became professor of Hebrew at Newton Theological Institute, and for some time held a Baptist Ministerial charge at Fisherville, New Hampshire, and at Rochester, New York.
“He leadeth me“ was written in 1862, at the close of the service which the author had conducted in the First Baptist Church of Philadelphia. Mr. Gilmore had taken as his theme the 23rd Psalm, especially emphasizing the blessedness of being led by God—of the mere fact of His leadership—altogether apart from the way in which He leads us, and what He is leading us to. Reaching the home of a friend with whom he was staying, Mr. Gilmore tells us is that as he pondered on the blessedness of the divine leadership of God, instinctively there came to him the impulse to write. “I took up my pencil, ” he says, “and wrote the hymn just as it stands today. ” He afterwards handed it to his wife, and thought no more about it. Praying that God might have a mission for the verses her husband had been inspired to write, Mrs. Gilmore sent a copy, without her husband’s knowledge, to a Christian periodical and there it first appeared in print.
It was then that the hymn came to the awareness of William B. Bradbury who composed for it the very appropriate tune, with which it has since been associated.
The hymn strikes a bright note of confidence throughout, and it’s still a much loved song of praise. In the third stanza is described a sustaining power, which, to the weary pilgrim, has proved an unfailing antidote when the road is rough and the sky is overcast:
“Lord I would clasp Thine hand in mine,
And never murmur or repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ‘tis my God that leadeth me.
Asaba, Delta State, Nigeria
Beautiful
Aba, Abia, Nigeria
I've had this song in my lips for too long. Playing to me even in my subconscious. I decided to invest in it and the wordings are so comforting even in the midst of crisis.
Pretoria, South Africa
May His holy name be praised
Nairobi, Kenya
God has been my guide throughout this covid-19 time. He has been faithfully providing for me and my family. I am so grateful. I bless his name, I adore Him. His name be glorified.
Nairobi, Kenya
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with my eye. Psalms 8:32. Whether you turn turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it. Isaiah 30:21. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:6.
Beamsville, Ontario, Canada
What a wonderful accompaniment to the words that I’ve written in my journal today: “Make sure His Lordship translates into His “lead-ship. ”. Amen!