“He leadeth me:  O blessed thought!  O words with heavenly comfort fraught!  Whate’er I do, where’er I be, still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.” — Joseph H. Gilmore This old hymn, which its author said was written during “the darkest hour of the Civil War,” has always been a favorite of mine.  I have …

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“He leadeth me:  O blessed thought!  O words with heavenly comfort fraught!  Whate’er I do, where’er I be, still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.” — Joseph H. Gilmore This old hymn, which its author said was written during “the darkest hour of the Civil War,” has always been a favorite of mine.  I have …

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