The LORD is my shepherd;
I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me
beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name's sake. (Psalms
23:1-3)
For thou art my rock and
my fortress; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me. (Psalms
31:3)
Thus saith the LORD, thy
Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel; I am the LORD thy God which teacheth thee to
profit, which leadeth thee by the way that thou shouldest go. (Isaiah
48:17)
This beautiful and devotional hymn was written in 1861 by John Henry Gilmore at
the First Baptist Church in Philadelphia following a devotional study of the
23rd Psalm. During the study, Gilmore scribble the poem down on a piece of
paper. His wife, without his knowledge, sent the hymn to a Baptist publication.
Some years later he visited a church in Rochester, N.Y. where he picked up a
new hymn book and discovered his hymn therein. William Bradbury had found the
poem in the Baptist publication and set it to music. Soon, it was known
throughout the Christian world.
On autumn nights, as we are sleeping, the bears of the
forest are nestling into their caves in the north to hibernate over the cold
months ahead; the geese are winging south, and the squirrels are stocking their
nests with the winter’s rations. They do this at the leading of the One who is
their Maker. The One who cares for the sparrow is the One who cares so very
much for you. He leads the beasts of nature in their ways, and He leads you and
me if we hear and follow His Voice. Do not be deceived; we are all led by some
hand, either of God or some other. If that Hand is God, we shall be on the
Narrow Way to His abode; but if of the other, then we shall be on the Broad and
Crowded Way that leads to destruction. If you need to know the way, search the
Scriptures for they speak of Christ, and Christ is the Truth, the Way, and the
Life. Our Lord has led the Way to the Cross and to Life Everlasting. He goes
with us into whatever place He calls us. As God said unto Jacob at Beersheba
concerning his going down into Egypt: “I will go down with thee into
Egypt; and I will also surely bring thee up again: and Joseph shall put his
hand upon thine eyes.” (Gen 46:4)
He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought
He
leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words
with heavenly 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 clasp thy hand in mine,
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 victory's won,
e'en
death's cold wave I will not flee,
since
God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain
When our idle minds are drawn into imaginations of wickedness and temptations
to sin, consider whose hand you are grasping to take you into that wicked
place. It is the Prince of this World. Cast it off as a poisonous viper, for
its sting is death. Grasp, instead, the same All-Powerful Hand that Peter so
desperately reached up to as he sank in the waters of Galilee. “He
leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er
I do, where'er I be still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.” In sunshine
and shadow, the Lord is our Shepherd to guide and lead us into abundant fields
of righteousness and unsurpassed joys. The comfort and assurance we gather from
the hearing and reading of His Word is a strong Anchor as well as a Tow-Line of
mercy. It will draw us to where we ought to go, and it will Anchor us there so
that we drift not away from that place of security in Christ.
“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.”
What beauty of expression, and true! That deepest gloom is the Valley of the
shadow of Death through which He leads and is ever present. Eden’s bowers yet
bloom among the thorns of this world for the Christian. Consider the joy of a
baby baptized, or a young person whose confirmation is real and true to God –
or the moment your eyes were opened and you first believed! The life of a
Christian is fraught with the same troubles of those without God. They travel
wonderful seas of serenity, punctuated by storms and billows that seem to sink
our vessel. They face challenges of finance and occupations. The great
difference is the fact that Christ will go with us “down into Egypt,” down into
the place of dying, down into the tomb, and then up into the resurrection of
life. He is with us throughout. We are never alone!
“Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see, since 'tis my God that leadeth me.” Yes,
we would like to never murmur or repine, but I am afraid that we do at times of
doubt, murmur and repine. We wonder why, when we try so hard to be obedient
children, our Father allows tragedies and misfortunes to befall us. No Son was
more obedient than our Lord Jesus Christ, yet He suffered every humiliation and
degradation – not because He was bad – but because He was Good and committed to
our salvation. If we are grasping the Hand of Jesus in our walk along His Way,
we shall encounter humiliation, renunciation, persecution, and, maybe, even
violent death. That is where the steps of Christ led during His earthly
ministry. Walking hand-in-hand with Him, we, too, must take up our crosses
daily and follow Him. (Luke 9:23) It is also true, however, that
grasping His Hand; we follow Him in the resurrection unto life eternal. We must
always remember, no matter the storm or darkness of the night, the morning calm
will bring the joy of Heaven.
“And when my task on earth is done, when by thy grace the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee, since God through Jordan leadeth me.”
There are souls departing every moment for the dark domain of the tomb. Like
the rich man who hoarded his wealth against the beggar, Lazarus, many will be
buried eternally in the earth and suffer the fires of Hell. Others will suffer
no darkness whatsoever but shall close their eyes at the touch of the
comforting Angel of Death, and awaken, as did Lazarus, in the company of Angels
bearing Him up to the bosom of Abraham. (see Luke
16:19-31) “Behold,
I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 52 In a moment, in the
twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the
dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” (1
Cor 15:51-52) The
cold wave of death is just a passing discomfort. Our Lord will lead us THROUGH
JORDAN WATERS on dry land. Beyond those turbulent and turbid waters stand many
of our beloved friends and family beckoning us on.
There is another dear old hymn that paints the picture of this final crossing
of Jordan Banks: “Over There.” I include two verses in conclusion:
O think
of the home over there,
By the
side of the river of light,
Where
the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are
robed in their garments of light.
Over
there, over there,
O think
of the home over there,
Over
there, over there,
O
think of the home over there.
O think
of the friends over there,
Who
before us the journey have trod,
Of the
songs that they breathe on the air,
In
their home in the palace of God.
Over there,
over there,
O think
of the friends over there,
Over
there, over there,
O
think of the friends over there.
