Welcome!  Hymns have been and continue to be a real source of inspiration to me.  My desire in this blog is to share special hymns with my readers hoping that the words will minister to them, especially in times of great personal need.  If one of these hymns ministers to you, please take time to leave a comment so that I know that my blog is helping others as much as it helps me. Sometimes I will also provide a link where you can go to hear the hymn played.  So, please join me here each week and sing along as we praise God together.

Sunday, March 31, 2024

PRISE YE THE LORD, THE ALMIGHTY

          There are many beautiful and meaningful Easter hymns that have been written, some in recent years, and many others centuries ago.  I recently found one that I had never heard before that date back to about 1709.  It has an interesting history.
          Samuel Wesley, Sr. was a poor and unpopular Anglican pastor in tiny Epworth, England.  It upset him that his wife's kitchen Bible studies were more popular than his sermons.  Though they really loved each other, Susanna is said to have said, "It is a misfortune to our family that he and I seldom think alike."
          Some of the citizens of Epworth found Samuel hard to get along with and they often expressed their feelings in difficult ways.  His crops were burned, his livestock maimed and, on February 9, 1709, his house was set on fire.  Susanna was awakened by sparks falling on her bed.  Samuel cried "Fire! Fire!". But the thatched roof caught fire and spread rapidly. The parents raced to free their trapped children.  Almost all were able to escape.
          But then someone saw five-year-old John's terrified face pressed against a window upstairs.  Instantly they formed a human ladder and he was rescued just before the wall caved.  They never forgot the amazing rescue.
          Among the things that perished that night was the manuscript of Samuel's compositions.  He often found relief in penning devotional poetry and hymns.  He had hoped this would help meet the family's financial needs.  But that night all his work was lost.
          But somehow one of his hymns was rescued. This is the only known surviving hymn by the father of the famous Wesley brothers. It became the forerunner of the many famous hymns that later were written by Samuel's son, Charles.
          Samuel's hymn tells of another preacher with whom Samuel identified, One who was likewise ridiculed and attacked.  It shares the agony of Christ on the Cross and the amazing love of the Savior.

1 Behold the Savior of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark, how He groans, while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil in sunder breaks;
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid!
"Receive my soul!" He cries;
See where He bows His sacred head!
He bows His head and dies!

4 But soon He'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like Thine?

Amen.

Listen to if here.    SAVIOR



Sunday, March 24, 2024

PRECIOUS HIDING PLACE (TH)


TIMELESS HYMNS - A regular feature in which I choose a previous hymn blog, revise it and post it again.  This one was first posted in 2013
         

          When we accept the free gift of salvation, not only do we receive eternal life and the assurance of heaven, but we receive so much more as well.  One of the blessings that is ours is the assurance of the Lord's presence in our daily lives.  He gives us divine guidance and He becomes our rock and our hiding place when the storms of life surround us.  He shelters us no matter how dark the night may be around us - He is our precious hiding place.  
          And we are reminded of that truth in this week's hymn choice which was written by Avis M. Christiansen in 1918.  Encouraged by her grandmother, a godly woman who "loved the music of the soul expressed in verse", Avis wrote her first poem at the age of ten.  Then one morning in Moody Church, as she listened to a song by Harry Loes, the Lord reminded her that the talent entrusted to her belonged to Him.  Her immediate longing to express His love and blessing was the start of her writing poems that were turned into hymns.  
          This one was set to music by Wendell Loveless who himself wrote many Gospel hymns and choruses and also provided the music for many written by others.  
          In 1917, Avis married Ernest C. Christiansen, who later became vice president in charge of investments for the Moody Bible Institute. In spite of fulfilling the many duties of a busy homemaker, she continued to write with unfailing zeal.  Author and Bible teacher Harry A. Ironside wrote:  "Avis B. Christiansen is the gifted author of many of our sweetest gospel songs. By means of these her name is known around the world, for many of these delightful lyrics have been translated into various languages. She is a modest, retiring person whom few get to know beyond the circle of her immediate family and friends. With a very keen apprehension of spiritual realities, and a clear understanding of the great truths revealed in the Word of God, her hymns and poems are eminently Scriptural and soul-uplifting."  
          Now I don't know what you may be facing today, but meditate upon the words of this hymn knowing that He will protect you in the shelter of His love.  "Precious hiding place - not a doubt or fear, since my Lord is near, and I'm sheltered in His love".  May you claim that truth this week as you encounter the challenges of life that will come your way.

 

 

(1)    I was straying when Christ found me

In the night so dark and cold;

Tenderly His arm went round me,

And He bore me to His fold.

Precious hiding place,

Precious hiding place,

In the shelter of His love;

Not a doubt or fear,

Since my Lord is near,

And I'm sheltered in His love.

 

(2)    With His nail-scarred hand He bro't me

To the shelter of His love;

Of His grace and will He taught me,

And of heav'nly rest above.

Precious hiding place,

Precious hiding place,

In the shelter of His love;

Not a doubt or fear,

Since my Lord is near,

And I'm sheltered in His love.

 

(3)    Tho' the night be dark around me,

I am safe, for He is near;

Never shall my foes confound me,

While the Savior's voice I hear.

Precious hiding place,

Precious hiding place,

In the shelter of His love;

Not a doubt or fear,

Since my Lord is near,

And I'm sheltered in His love.

 

You can listen to it here.    LISTEN

Sunday, March 17, 2024

OPEN OUR EYES

          Being blind physically must be one of the most difficult handicaps that some must live with.  So many of normal life activities are very difficult or even impossible without sight.  And, in most cases, there is no way to restore your sight.  And yet many people have successfully lived though being blind physically. I think of someone like Fanny Crosby whose music has ministered to multitudes over the years.
          But there is a more serious blindness – spiritual blindness.  It's a condition everyone is born with.  But there is a cure.  God has provided a free cure. 
Psalm 119:18, "Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law."
          
With our eyes opened, we see in God's Word the living God who graciously reveals himself to us. We learn how to live the way God intends for us. We ultimately find the "wonderful things" of God's grace and mercy—above all, in God's gift of Jesus—and we live in gratitude for all he has done for us.
          Now 
every speaker has times when he/she feels like he/she is speaking to a brick wall. Youth speakers might experience this more than most other speakers.  How can God possibly get to a group of people when their eyes and ears are closed? Robert Cull felt that way when he was speaking to a group of young people in a Christian school in Hawaii. As long as he was entertaining them, it was okay.  But when he started drawing them to Jesus Christ, he lost them.
          
Bob felt defeated and wondered if it was hopeless. That's when God seemed to encouraged him to write a prayer song to "reach closed-hearted people". After praying about it for half an hour, he says, "the song, like an answer to my prayer, fell into my head".  Since that time, this song has been translated and recorded in dozens of languages. The song was copyrighted in 1976 and published by Maranatha! Music. 
           The song is really a prayer that we could sing and recite daily.  Remember
Psalm 119:18, "Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law."

Open our eyes Lord
We want to see Jesus,
To reach out and touch Him
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears Lord
And help us to listen,
Open our eyes Lord
We want to see Jesus.

Listen to it here.  EYES

 



Sunday, March 10, 2024

FATHER, WHATE'ER OF EARTHLY BLISS

          The Lord has oftened used the sufferings and difficult experiences of his children to encourage others, often through the music which they compose.  Such was the case with Anne Steele (1717-1778), the daughter of a Baptist preacher and timber merchant, William Steele.
          Steele faced many challenges.  She lost her mother at age 3, a potential suitor who drowned at age 20, her step mom at 43 and her sister-in-law at 45.  She spent many years caring for her father until his death in 1769. She suffered a severe hip injury. For most of her life she also exhibited symptoms of malaria, including persistent pain, fever, headaches and stomach aches.  She was bed ridden for some years before her death.
          Out of her suffering, she began writing devotional material and her ministry along side her dad to his congregation blossomed. In her mid-forties, she submitted her. Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional for publication.  Of this work her father said "I pray God to make it useful and keep her humble."
          So many of his poems were converted to hymns that Anne is remembered as one of the foremost women hymnists of the eighteenth century.
          This week's hymn choice is an interesting prayer of hers.  She asks for a calm and thankful heart and God's presence on her journey here below.
          When the hour of her journey's end finally came, she welcomed its arrival, and though her feeble body was excruciated with pain, her mind was perfectly serene. She took the most affectionate leave of her weeping friends around her, and at length, the happy moment of her dismission arising, she closed her eyes, and with these animating words on her dying lips, "I know that my Redeemer liveth," gently fell asleep in Jesus.

1    Father, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise.

2    Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessing of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee

 

3    Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

My life and death attend;

Thy presence thro' my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.

The music can be heard here.   CALM

 


Sunday, March 3, 2024

BLESSED ASSURANCE

Once a month I take time to share one of my favorite hymns.  This month I have chosen Blessed Assurance which has been a personal favorite of mine for many years.

 

          How could I not pick hymns by Fanny Crosby among my favorites? All of us have enjoyed and have been touched by the many words written by the great blind hymn writer. 

          The themes for her hymns were often suggested by visiting ministers who wished to have a new song on a particular subject. It is amazing that, especially for a blind person, someone could write on this variety of spiritual truths and experiences with such proliferation. And with such speed.

          For a considerable period of her life, while under contract to a music publisher, she wrote three new hymns each week. She used over 200 pen names. Many of her original texts are still being uncovered and perhaps might be found and published in the future. 

          About 500 of her hymns were accompanied by the music of an amateur musician, Mrs. Phoebe Knapp, the wife of the second president of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company. She attended the same church as Fanny and kept a pipe organ in her apartment to help her compose. One day Fanny was visiting her friend Phoebe as the Knapp home was having the large pipe organ installed. The organ was incomplete so, using the piano, Phoebe played a new melody she had just composed. "What do you think the tune says?" she asked. "Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine", answered Fanny Crosby. And with that inspiration, Fanny penned the words of this great hymn of testimony which is still being sung today in many churches. 

          And what a powerful message it contains. We have the assurance that Jesus is ours and His praise should be on our lips all day long. I also marvel at how a blind person can talk about sight as she does with the phrase "Visions of rapture now burst on my sight." Then later she says that she is "watching and waiting, and looking above". Then she ends with the testimony "filled with His goodness, lost in His love". 

          There isn't too much that we can count on today in this changing world. But, what a joy to have this blessed assurance in your life, that Jesus, your Savior, is yours for eternity.  Is this your story?  Is this your song?  May your heart be filled with His praises all the day long.

 

(1)   Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!

O what a foretaste of glory divine!

Heir of salvation, purchase of God,

Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long;

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long.

 

(2)   Perfect submission, perfect delight,

Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;

Angels descending bring from above

Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long;

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long.

 

(3).  Perfect submission, all is at rest

I in my Savior am happy and blest,

Watching and waiting, looking above,

Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long;

This is my story, this is my song,

Praising my Savior, all the day long.

 

Listen to it here.  LISTEN