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. The words that Henry had written began with this famous stanza: He leadeth me! O blessed tho't! I handed the paper to my wife and more or less forgot the incident." While I was still talking and listening, I wrote on a piece of my exposition manuscript the words to this hymn. "There," he wrote, "we continued our discussion of divine guidance. 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.Īt the close of the meeting, Henry and some others went to the home of a deacon. "I set out to give the people an exposition of the Twenty-third Psalm. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2010 Revision.In 1862, as a 28-year-old student who was about to become a pastor, Joseph Henry Gilmore was invited to preach at the historic First Baptist Church of Philadelphia. Music: 'Es Ist Ein Ros Entsprungen (Rhythmic)' German from Köln, 1599. Translated by Harriet Reynolds Krauth, 1875. O Savior, Child of Mary, who felt our human woe, O Savior, King of glory, who dost our weakness know Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of Heaven, And to the endless day! This Flow'r, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere True Man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us, And lightens ev'ry load.ĥ. To Bethlehem they sped and in the manger found Him, As angel heralds said.Ĥ. The shepherds heard the story proclaimed by angels bright, How Christ, the Lord of glory was born on earth this night.
To show God's love aright, she bore to men a Savior, When half spent was the night.ģ. Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind. It came, a flow'ret bright, amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night.Ģ. Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, as men of old have sung. Open Hymnal Project: Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming Lo, How A Rose E'er Bloomingġ.
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