For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind. If our love were but more simple We should take Him at His word, And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord. No tone of comfort has breathed itself more surely and tenderly into grieved hearts than these tuneful and singularly expressive sentences of Frederick Faber. _THE TUNE._ The music of S.J. Vail sung to Faber's hymn is one of that composer's best hymn-tunes, and its melody and natural movement impress the meaning as well as the simple beauty of the words. Silas Jones Vail, an American music-writer, was born Oct., 1818, and died May 20, 1883. Another charming tune is "Wellesley," by Lizzie S. Tourjee, daughter of the late Dr. Eben Tourjee. "HE LEADETH ME! OH, BLESSED THOUGHT." Professor Gilmore, of Rochester University, N.Y., when a young Baptist minister (1861) supplying a pulpit in Philadelphia "jotted down this hymn in Deacon Watson's parlor" (as he says) and passed it to his wife, one evening after he had made "a conference-room talk" on the 23d Psalm. Mrs. Gilmore, without his knowledge, sent it to the _Watchman and Reflector_ (now the _Watchman_). Years after its publication in that paper, when a candidate for the pastorate of the Second Baptist Church in Rochester, he was turning the leaves of the vestry hymnal in use there, and saw his hymn in it. Since that first publication in the _Devotional Hymn and Tune Book_ (1865) it has been copied in the hymnals of various denominations, and steadily holds its place in public favor. The refrain added by the tunemaker emphasizes the sentiment of the lines, and undoubtedly enhances the effect of the hymn. "He leadeth me" has the true hymn quality, combining all the simplicity of spontaneous thought and feeling with perfect accent and liquid rhythm. He leadeth me! Oh, blessed thought, Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me! * * * * * 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. Professor Joseph Henry Gilmore was born in Boston, April 29, 1834. He was graduated at Phillips Academy, Andover, at Brown University, and at the Newton Theological Institution, where he was afterwards Hebrew instructor. After four years of pastoral service he was elected (1867) professor of the English Language and Literature in Rochester University. He has published _Familiar Chats on Books and Reading_, also several college text-books on rhetoric, logic and oratory. _THE TUNE._