Whistle While You Work

I've been whistling a tune this week. In fact, it's a catchy old hymn that we sing in church from time to time.  I just love those old hymns that have stood the test of time, and the stories behind the songs.  This one was written in 1862 during the darkest hours of the civil war.

Maybe you'll enjoy this rendition as much as I do:

He Leadeth Me

Written by Joseph H. Gilmore

Composed by William Bradbury

He leadeth me, O blessed thought!

O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!

Whate’er I do, where’er I be

Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me. 

            Refrain 

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. 

            Refrain

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. 

            Refrain

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.

            Refrain

Have a great Tuesday!

Nell