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Joseph Gilmore’s Memorable Hymn

Joseph Gilmore's Memorable Hymn

When Joseph Henry Gilmore died on this day July 23, 1918, he had taught for many years at the University of Rochester in New York and authored several books on literature. He is remembered in educational circles for these contributions and others. But in Christian circles he is remembered for a single hymn written over half a century before his death.

In 1862, as a 28-year-old student who was about to become a pastor, Henry was invited to preach at the historic First Baptist Church of Philadelphia. “I set out to give the people an exposition of the Twenty-third Psalm. I had given this exposition on three or four other occasions; but this time I did not get beyond the words ‘He leadeth me.’ So greatly impressed was I with the blessedness of divine guidance that I made this my theme.” He later felt that the dark days of the Civil War may have subconsciously led him to focus on God’s leadership.

At the close of the meeting, Henry and some others went to the home of a deacon. “There,” he wrote, “we continued our discussion of divine guidance. While I was still talking and listening, I wrote on a piece of my exposition manuscript the words to this hymn. I handed the paper to my wife and more or less forgot the incident.”

The words that Henry had written began with this famous stanza:

He leadeth me! O blessed tho’t!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
What-e’er I do, wher-e’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!

Three years later, having pastored for some time in New Hampshire, Henry was invited to preach a trial sermon at the Second Baptist Church in Rochester. “I picked up a church hymnal to see what songs they sang and was surprised to have the book fall open to the very song I had written three years earlier,” he wrote.

“When I returned home, I related this experience to my wife. ‘I do not understand it,’ I said. ‘My words had been set to music by Dr. William B. Bradbury; yet I had not given the words to anybody.’ My wife smiled and said, ‘I can explain it, Joseph. I felt that the words would bless the hearts of people in these troublesome times; so I sent the poem to The Watchman and Reflector. I am glad to know that they have printed it.'”

The famous hymn composer William Bradbury had seen the lines and added music and the last two lines of the chorus. Henry took this incident as divine leadership that he should accept a situation at the Rochester church. That put him in position two years later to accept an offer to teach Hebrew at Rochester Theological Seminary. The following year, he was offered a professorship of logic and English literature at the University of Rochester, which he held until his retirement in 1908. An English chair at the school is named after him.


A Christmas Hymn by Benjamin Keach

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His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor

Thy name, O Lord, is wonderful,
And wonderful thou art;
We stand amaz’d and wonder do,
And so does ev’ry heart

That hath a saving sight of thee,
They all are in a maze
Whilst they behold thy majesty,
God does to glory raise.

Thy Name, O that is Wonderful,
So is thy Nature too;
Thy Saints do marvel, well they may,
For Angels wonder do;

They see with strange astonishment:
Should Heaven and Earth combine
O search out thy perfections great,
Them can they never find

To such degree as, Lord, in thee
They gloriously do shine:
Strange was thy Birth, all Saints on Earth
Cry thou art all divine.

All praise and glory now therefore
We unto thee do sing,
And do resolve yet more and more
To magnifie our King.

Is’t not a Wonder a Woman,
As Holy Writ does say,
Should in such sort compass a Man,
Who with Man never lay?

To see him whom the World did make,
Of a poor Virgin born!
To see him who was God most high,
Left like to one forlorn!

To see the Heir of both the Worlds
In a base Manger lye;
And Blessedness it self to be
Doomed to misery!

To see the Ancient of all days,
A Babe of a day old!
To see one Person God and Man
The wonder doth unfold!

He that the Heir of all things was,
Whom Angels honoured,
Is now so mean and poor that he
Has no place to lay’s head.

Unto thy name so Wonderful
Be glory now therefore;
O let us look and wonder still!
Yea, wonder evermore.

The wonders of thy Life were much,
Strange wonders in thy Death;
The wonders of thy Blood are such,
It all astonish’d hath.

Thy Power’s great and wonderful,
Strange wonders in thy Love;
Great wonders we do see below,
But stranger are above.

Let’s look, and love, and wonder still,
Till we are ravished;
Our hearts with grace, Lord, do thou fill,
So shall thy fame be spread

By us: And whilst we wonder do,
Let’s think upon that day
VVhen greater wonders out will flow
To do all in away:

And when to the great wonderment
Thou wilt in glory come,
With all thy mighty Angels too,
To carry us all home,

Then shalt thou be admired
By all thy Children dear,
And they with thee (as it is said)
In glory shall appear.

  • Hymn #47 from “A Feast of Fat Things” by Benjamin Keach, 1640-1704