I know I’ve posted this hymn before, but today it was the hymn that kept me company as I made the bed, so here it is–He Leadeth Me, sung by the Sanctuary Choir at the First United Methodist Church, Houston. This does bring back fond memories of Sunday school.
I wish I knew who was singing this–He Leadeth Me (1862)–so I could give them credit. I also wish I could follow some of those woodland lanes depicted as settings for the hymn, and go where they might lead. We used to have places like that around here, long ago. Or maybe I just dreamed them.
Here’s another Sunday school favorite, He Leadeth Me, performed by the kids from Fountainview Academy, British Columbia. during their visit to Hawaii.
There are a lot of you who are new to this blog, and I want to invite you to ask for your favorite hymns to be posted here. We like to start each day with a hymn. So if you have one you’d like to share, just let us know.
This is the hymn that was on my mind last night, He Leadeth Me, another old Sunday school favorite. The Martins perform it with no musical instrument but their voices–very nice, very nice. Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
A Sunday morning, late in the spring. All green, all flowers. This is the hymn you hear them singing in the church. You stop to listen. And Jesus Christ Our Lord, through the voices of His people lifted in song, through the sunshine shimmering on the pond beside the church, through the green of the landscape and the blue of the sky, through the Holy Spirit stirring in your heart so that you feel it in your throat–He takes you by the hand, and He Leadeth Me. I have no idea who’s singing this, but it has deeply moved me.
This beautiful old hymn from the 1860s still moves us today. I don’t know about you, but I need God’s guiding hand: need it every day.
This is performed here by the kids from Fountainview Academy. If the background scenery looks strange, it’s because they’re not in British Columbia, but visiting Hawaii.
O Light of the World, light thou my path!
I needed medicine for my soul this morning, having had my blood brought to a boil by certain items in the news, and the medicine was this: He Leadeth Me, performed by the kids from Fountainview Academy while visiting Hawaii.
No, I will not discuss those news items today. God will always fight for the right, and the wicked will not win, even if it sure looks like they’re winning big, just now. But the day will come when we diligently search for the place of the wicked, and will not be able to find it.
Lead me, O Lord my God: lead me.
Joseph Gilmore, substituting for the minister at a church in Philadelphia in 1862, inspired by Psalm 23, thought up and quickly jotted down the words to this hymn as he chatted with a deacon after services. His wife sent them in to a magazine. Some years later, having long forgotten all about it, Gilmore went to church one Sunday and found them singing the hymn he’d written–He Leadeth Me (here performed by the London Fox Singers). He hadn’t known the magazine had ever published it, let alone that it had wound up in the hymnal. (Source: Cyberhymnal.com )
Here we are, back in Sunday school again. This one, He Leadeth Me, was in the hymnal that they gave us when they reckoned we weren’t just a lot of little kids anymore, and wanted to prepare us to go to church with the adults. I can still hear Mrs. Raleigh playing this on the piano while we sixth-graders, feeling very grown-up with our grown-up hymnals, sang.
Call it a sheltered Yankee upbringing, but I never heard hymns played on a banjo until just now. I like it!
This young woman plays He Leadeth Me (one of my favorites) and I’ll Fly Away. She slips a little, here and there, but I don’t think we ought to mind. I’m sure God doesn’t.
Something about this goes to my heart–for which I give thanks.