Open Mic Week 42! What a fun idea. I like to play old time banjo and I like old hymns and gospel songs. In this case, I've change the key and the melody, putting the song in a minor key....and giving it an old timey feel. The lyrics posted below are unchanged except I omitted one verse for the sake of your precious time. So I guess, the music is original...but the lyrics are classic!
Although they were written in 1862, they seem perfect for me this year 2017. It seems to me that I woke up from a long sleep last winter, and found myself in a totally different world... and so... I am unlearning and reworking everything. One thing that has not changed, however, is the fact that I am not alone. It's sweet to know that, and to simply trust that I have a Father who is leading me through the strange world I now inhabit...in the way that this song suggests.
He Leadeth Me *lyrics by Joseph H. Gilmore 1862
- 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 foll’wer 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, o’er 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.