There Is One Gospel

This modern hymn is written by CityAlight, a music ministry from St Paul’s church in Sydney, Australia. They have come to be loved over the years for their vision – to write songs with biblically rich lyrics and simple melodies for Christian churches to sing1. This song taken from their latest album with the same name is one I’m sure you’ll be singing over and over.

There is one Gospel on which I stand
For all eternity
It is my story, my Father’s plan
The Son has rescued me
Oh what a Gospel, Oh what a peace
My highest joy and my deepest need
Now and forever He is my light
I stand in the Gospel of Jesus Christ

There is one Gospel to which I cling
All else I count as loss
For there, where justice and mercy meet
He saved me on the cross
No more I boast in what I can bring
No more I carry the weight of sin
For He has brought me from death to life
I stand in the Gospel of Jesus Christ

There is one Gospel where hope is found
The empty tomb still speaks
For death could not keep my Saviour down
He lives and I am free
Now on my Saviour, I fix my eyes
My life is His and His hope is mine!
For He has promised I, too, will rise
I stand in the Gospel of Jesus Christ

And in this Gospel the church is one
We do not walk alone
We have His Spirit as we press on
To lead us safely home
And when in glory still I will sing
Of this old story that rescued me
Praise to my Saviour, the King of life
I stand in the Gospel of Jesus Christ

1cityalight.com/about/

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Originally published under the title “In Temptation,” this hymn has as its theme the sufficiency of Christ to give comfort, power, and grace in any circumstance. It is a plea that Jesus will provide sanctuary to the tempted (st. 1), because there is no other refuge (st. 2). Christ is declared to be the sole desire of the Christian, who is undeserving (st. 3), while Christ’s grace is declared sufficient to cleanse the Christian from all his vile sins (st. 4)1. There is no particular occasion linked to the writing of the hymn “Jesus, Lover of My Soul.” We know from the heading in its original publication (“In Temptation”) that it was apparently meant to be a help in fighting sin. Whether it was written during a time of temptation in Charles’ own life, though, we cannot say2.

Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high;
hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
till the storm of life is past;
safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none;
hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
all my help from thee I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name,
Source of all true righteousness;
Thou art evermore the same,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
grace to cover all my sin;
let the healing streams abound;
make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
freely let me take of thee;
spring thou up within my heart,
rise to all eternity.

1hymnary.org/text/jesus_lover_of_my_soul_let_me_to_thy_bos
2https://www.challies.com/articles/hymn-stories-jesus-lover-of-my-soul/

Alleluia! Sing to Jesus!

The text was written by William Chatterton Dix, who was born in Bristol, England, on June 14, 1837. Educated at the Bristol Grammar School, William entered the mercantile business and rose to become the manager of a marine insurance company in Glasgow, Scotland. Even though he possessed only a scanty academic training, he was an excellent student and produced a large number of hymns, over forty, some which are metrical renderings of English translations from the Greek. Perhaps Dix’s best-known songs generally are “What Child Is This?” and “As With Gladness Men of Old”1. This hymn was originally called “Redemption through the Precious Blood” and was inspired by Revelation 5:9, “And they sang a new song, saying, You are worthy . . . for you were slain, and have redeemed us to God by your blood”2. Below is my favourite version of this hymn:

Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, his the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph, his the vict’ry, his alone.
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood.
Jesus out of every nation hath redeemed us by his blood.

Alleluia! not as orphans are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us, faith believes, nor questions how;

Though the cloud from sight received him when the forty days were o’er,
Shall our hearts forget his promise, ‘I am with you evermore’?
Alleluia! Hread of heaven, here on earth our food and stay!
Alleluia! Here the sinful flee to thee from day to day.

Intercessor, Friend of sinners, earth’s Redeemer, plead for me.
Where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea.

Alleluia! King eternal, thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! Born of Mary, earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne.
Thou within the veil hast entered, robed in flesh, our great High Priest.
Thou on earth both Priest and Victim in the Eucharistic Feast.

Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, his the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph, his the vict’ry, his alone.

1hymnstudiesblog.wordpress.com/2008/03/11/quotalleluia-sing-to-jesusquot/
2tribuneonlineng.com/story-behind-the-hymn-alleluia-sing-to-jesus/

Afflicted Saint, to Christ Draw Near

The original version of this hymn was written by John Fawcett in 1782. An orphan at the age of twelve, he was converted by the preaching of George Whitefield at the age of sixteen and began preaching soon thereafter. In 1765 Fawcett was called to a small, poor, Baptist country church in Wainsgate, Yorkshire. Seven years later he received a call from the large and influential Carter’s Lane Church in London, England. The day of departure came, and his family’s belongings were loaded on carts, but the distraught congregation begged him to stay; Fawcett continued to serve in Wainsgate and in the nearby village of Hebden Bridge for the remainder of his active ministry1. Below includes a refrain and verse added by Connie Dever of Capitol Hill Baptist Church.

Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near,
Thy Saviour’s gracious promise hear;
His faithful word declares to thee,
That as thy day thy strength shall be.

Let not thy heart despond, and say,
“How shall I stand the trying day?”
He has engaged by firm decree,
That as thy day thy strength shall be.

Refrain
So, sing with joy, afflicted one;
The battle’s fierce, but the victory’s won!
God shall supply all that you need;
Yes, as your days your strength shall be.

Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong,
And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee,
For as thy day thy strength shall be.

Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer’s name;
In fiery trials thou shalt see
That as thy day thy strength shall be

Added Verse:
When called to bear your weighty cross
Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress or poverty,
Still as your days your strength shall be.

1hymnary.org/text/afflicted_saint_to_christ_draw_near

Complete in Thee

Aar­on R. Wolfe, 1851. Wolfe wrote this hymn just be­fore grad­u­at­ing from Un­ion Sem­in­a­ry. It was first pub­lished in the New York Ev­an­gel­ist in 1851, then in Church Me­lo­dies: A Col­lect­ion of Psalms & Hymns with Ap­pro­pri­ate Tunes, 1859, and below is my favourite version.

Complete in Thee! No work of mine
May take, dear Lord, the place of Thine;
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And I am now complete in Thee!

Complete in Thee! No more shall sin,
Thy grace hath conquered, reign within;
Thy voice shall bid the tempter flee,
And I shall stand complete in Thee!

Refrain
Yea, justified! O blessed thought!
And sanctified! Salvation wrought!
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
And glorified, I too, shall be!

Complete in Thee! Each want supplied,
And no good thing to me denied;
Since Thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,
I ask no more, complete in Thee!

Refrain

Dear Saviour, when before Thy bar
All tribes and tongues assembled are,
Among Thy chosen will I be,
At Thy right hand, complete in Thee!

Refrain

Christ is Mine Forevermore

The concept of the song is to explore what it means to be a Christian; it’s designed to acknowledge that it can be very difficult to be a Christian. It sings of the relentless fight against sin, a sorrow you cannot explain, and the persecution we endure. The second verse in particular was inspired by a Christian brother who they were praying for who was going through a very difficult time, yet they could not understand why. The “but’s” in each verse signifies the promises we can hold on to and give us hope1.

Mine are days that God has numbered
I was made to walk with Him
Yet I look for worldly treasure
And forsake the King of kings

But mine is hope in my Redeemer
Though I fall, His love is sure
For Christ has paid for every failing
I am His forevermore

Mine are tears in times of sorrow
Darkness not yet understood
Through the valley I must travel
Where I see no earthly good

But mine is peace that flows from heaven
And the strength in times of need
I know my pain will not be wasted
Christ completes His work in me

Mine are days here as a stranger
Pilgrim on a narrow way
One with Christ I will encounter
Harm and hatred for His name

But mine is armour for this battle
Strong enough to last the war
And He has said He will deliver
Safely to the golden shore

And mine are keys to Zion city
Where beside the King I walk
For there my heart has found its treasure
Christ is mine forevermore

Refrain
Come rejoice now, O my soul
For His love is my reward
Fear is gone and hope is sure
Christ is mine forevermore!

1youtube.com/watch?v=r7Kd2Gi4-jA

Psalm 30

When I found The Corner Room’s music ministry I was so excited – they manage to put ESV word for word scripture to music in a way that works! This is one of my favourites; sing and learn this with other brothers and sisters as you sing “psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart”.

I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
    and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
    and you have healed me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
    you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
    and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
    and his favour is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.

As for me, I said in my prosperity,
    “I shall never be moved.”
By your favour, O Lord,
    you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face;
    I was dismayed.

To you, O Lord, I cry,
    and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
“What profit is there in my death,
    if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
    Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!
    O Lord, be my helper!”

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
    you have loosed my sackcloth
    and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

All Must Be Well

While today’s society tends to expect the “quick fix”, Mary Peters’ hymn acknowledges that Christians will have difficulties (“tribulation”) in life that can produce severe anxiety. She first paints a picture of God’s plan to insulate his people from devastating hopelessness. Through his Son, God has provided a constant, faithful protector whose blood heals and whose grace seals believers. And who is their guide? The Holy Spirit, the third person of the Trinity, leads them to spiritual maturity, to holiness of life1. The version I have included is by 20schemes; a music ministry which exists to plant and revitalise local churches in Scotland’s schemes/council estates. 1 or 2 words are slightly different to the words below, but this rendition is wonderful nonetheless.

Through the love of God our Saviour,
All will be well.
Free and changeless is his favour,
All is well.
Precious is the blood that healed us,
Perfect is the grace that sealed us,
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us,
All must be well.

Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well.
Ours is such a full salvation,
All is well.
Happy, still in God confiding,
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding,
All must be well.

We expect a bright tomorrow,
All will be well.
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,
‘All is well.’
On our Father’s love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
In our living, In our dying,
All must be well.

1http://www.hymnologyarchive.com/all-is-well

Your Cross, O Lord

Another hymn by a contemporary worship group – Joyful Noise. As a UK collective, their vision is to write songs from the Word, to the heart and for the church, so that God’s people might “come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him” (Psalm 95)1. This song was born out of the conviction that the cross lies not just at the heart of Christian belief, but also of our Christian lives day by day. The cross teaches us to know God, to humble ourselves, to truly love, and to praise joyfully through all circumstances; “For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified” – 1 Corinthians 2:2. This song would be a lovely addition to your church’s repertoire!

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to see
That though I fail you every day
Your steadfast love will not fail me
But gladly bears my sin away.
And there I see your holy fire
Consuming sin in mercy’s blood:
What righteousness and love require
To ransom sinners to their God.

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to weep
For there my sin led you away
And e’en the sun did bow in grief
As darkness crowned our darkest day.
And oh, to think that I once stood
Indifferent to your suffering!
And oh, to see your sweat like blood:
Such depths of sorrow borne for me!

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to love
For there I’ve tasted love divine,
It fills my heart with power enough
To make your costly service mine.
No sin too great to meet with grace,
No enemy too foul to bless.
Your love in wounds of sacrifice;
Teach me, O Lord, to love like this.

Your cross, O Lord, taught me to sing
For now my captive soul is free!
No guilt, no fear, no suffering
Can tear away your love from me!
No song can reach such heights of joy!
No tongue can tell such depths of peace!
No power, no time, can e’er destroy
The eternal praise for Calvary!

1joyful-noise.bandcamp.com/track/your-cross-o-lord-2

A Present Help

Charlotte Elliott was the grand­daugh­ter of Hen­ry Venn, min­is­ter at Hud­ders­field, and au­thor of The Com­plete Du­ty of a Man, and friend and com­pan­ion of John Wes­ley. Char­lotte be­came an in­val­id around age 30, and re­mained so the rest of her life. About her phys­i­cal con­di­tion, El­li­ott wrote: “My Hea­ven­ly Fa­ther knows, and He alone, what it is, day af­ter day, and hour af­ter hour, to fight against bo­di­ly feel­ings of al­most over­pow­er­ing weak­ness and lang­uor and ex­haust­ion, to re­solve, as He en­a­bles me to do, not to yield to the sloth­ful­ness, the de­press­ion, the ir­ri­ta­bil­i­ty, such as a bo­dy caus­es me to long to in­dulge, but to rise ev­ery morn­ing de­term­ined on tak­ing this for my mot­to, If any man will come af­ter me, let him de­ny him­self, take up his cross dai­ly, and fol­low me”1. The below is included in “The In­va­lid’s Hymn Book”, and she also wrote the more well known hymn “Just As I Am”.

God of pity! God of love!
Send me comfort from above
Let not anxious thoughts perplex
Harrowing fears my spirit vex
Let me trust thee, and be still
Waiting patiently Thy will.

Though to weak short-sighted man
All uncertain seems each plan
Each event Thy will ordains
Fixed immutably remains
Not one link in life’s long chain
Can be lost, or wrought in vain.

All that chain, through bygone years
Woven in links of love appears
Not one storm of vengeful wrath
E’er has swept across my path
Why should fear o’er faith prevail?
Thy sure mercies cannot fail.

What are distance, time, or place
To that God who fills all space?
What are sea or land to Him?
Can the eye Omniscient dim?
Those we love, whate’er betide
Does that eye o’er them preside

Clinging to Thy strengthening arm
Thou wilt keep me safe from harm;
Thou wilt grant the hope that cheers
Will prove better than my fears;
Bid my sad misgivings cease
Guide me to my home in peace.

1hymnbook.igracemusic.com/people/charlotte-elliott