O Thou, From Whom All Goodness Flow

Today’s hymn comes from Thomas Haweis (1734–1820), The collection of hymns this comes from was dedicated to Selina Hastings, Countess of Huntingdon, who loved hymns and was a patreon of Methodism; Haweis was one of her chaplains. This hymn was beloved by Henry Martyn (1781–1812), an Anglican missionary to India and Turkey. In his journal he wrote recalled the lyrics to this hymn when faced with persecution1. Enjoy!

O thou from whom all goodness flows, 
I lift my soul to thee; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Good Lord, remember me. 

When on my aching, burdened heart 
My sins lie heavily, 
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart: 
Good Lord, remember me. 

When trials sore obstruct my way, 
And ills I cannot flee, 
O let my strength be as my day: 
Good Lord, remember me. 

If, for thy sake, upon my name 
Shame and reproach shall be, 
All hail reproach, and welcome shame! 
Good Lord, remember me. 

If worn with pain, disease, or grief, 
This feeble frame should be, 
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: 
Good Lord, remember me. 

When, in the solemn hour of death, 
I wait thy just decree, 
Be this the pray’r of my last breath: 
Good Lord, remember me.

1hymnologyarchive.com/o-thou-from-whom-all-goodness-flows

Lamb of God

Today’s hymn comes from Twila Paris, and sung by Hymns of Grace collective. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one!

Your only Son, no sin to hide,
But You have sent Him from Your side
To walk upon this guilty sod,
And to become the Lamb of God.

Refrain
O Lamb of God, sweet Lamb of God;
I love the holy Lamb of God.
O wash me in His precious blood.
My Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God

Your gift of love they crucified,
They laughed and scorned Him as He died;
The humble King they named a fraud,
And sacrificed the Lamb of God. [Refrain]

I was so lost I should have died,
But You have brought me to Your side
To be led by Your staff and rod,
And to be called a lamb of God. [Refrain]

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Little Is Much When God Is In It

Today’s hymn comes from Kittie Suffield (1884-1972), a talented American musician and singer, who travelled with her husband, Fred Suffield, an evangelist. They sometimes worked with George Beverly Shea, the song director for the Billy Graham crusades1. With this background it makes sense that Mrs Suffield would write a song about missions and spreading the gospel. I hope you find this one encouraging today; enjoy!

In the harvest field now ripened,
There’s a work for all to do.
Hark, the voice of God is calling,
To the harvest calling you.

Refrain
Little is much when God is in it.
Labor not for wealth or fame.
There’s a crown and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus’ Name.

In the mad rush of the broad way,
In the hurry and the strife,
Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy,
Give to them the Word of Life. [Refrain]

Does the place you’re called to labor
Seem so small and little known?
It is great if God is in it,
And He’ll not forget His own. [Refrain]

Are you laid aside from service,
Body worn from toil and care?
You can still be in the battle,
In the sacred place of prayer. [Refrain]

When the conflict here is ended
And our race on earth is run,
He will say, if we are faithful,
“Welcome home, My child well done!” [Refrain]

1https://hymnstudiesblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/19/little-is-much-when-god-is-in-it/comment-page-1/

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If Christ Is Mine

Today’s song is the most recent release from UK group Joyful Noise. Speaking of the song they say “If Christ is mine celebrates the sufficiency of Christ for the believer. We are united with him in all his fullness – all of Christ is all of ours. He is enough1.” Enjoy this one!

If Christ is mine I need no more
He is the greatest gift of all 
The one who angel hosts adore
Now has me safely in his hold
His life my life! His death my death!
All mine his every righteous breath!
‘My precious child!’ the father cries
When all of Christ is all of mine!

If Christ is mine my guilt is gone
It died with Him upon the tree
The weight of sin I held so long
Was laid on Jesus there for me
O sweet forgiveness! Precious peace!
Condemned no more! My soul is free!
My weary burden cast aside!
When all of Christ is all of mine!

If Christ is mine I will not fear
Though many stand against his name
Above their noise his voice is clear
‘Behold! I’ve overcome the grave!’
My living lord! My risen king!
What’s left to fear if I’m with him?
For death is swallowed up in life
When all of Christ is all of mine!

What joy to know that Christ is mine!
Who holds me ever in his love
The sure foundation of my life
Whose grace will always be enough!
Though all I have is stripped away
Still I rejoice for Christ remains!
And when he comes he’ll lift me high
For all of Christ is all of mine!

1joyfulnoise.uk/our-music/

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All That I Was, My Sin, My Guilt

Today’s hymn comes from Horatius Bonar (1808-1889) the beloved Scottish churchman and hymn writer. This hymn reminds me of the quote that is attributed to Jonathan Edwards: “You contribute nothing to your salvation except the sin that made it necessary.” May this hymn lead you to rejoice in our great Saviour Jesus Christ!

All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all my own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

Thy Word first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live!

All that I am, e’en here on earth,
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

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Psalm 145

Over the last couple of days I have been meditating on Psalm 145 and so wanted to share it today, especially since the Psalms was Israel’s songbook. Do you have a song version of Psalm 145 you like? I’d love to hear your suggestions!

I will extol you, my God and King, and bless your name forever and ever.
Every day I will bless you and praise your name forever and ever. 
Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable.
One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts. 
On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate. 
They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds, and I will declare your greatness. 
They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
The LORD is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. 
The LORD is good to all, and his mercy is over all that he has made.
All your works shall give thanks to you, O LORD, and all your saints shall bless you!
They shall speak of the glory of your kingdom and tell of your power,
to make known to the children of man yourmighty deeds, and the glorious splendor of your kingdom. 
Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures throughout all generations.[The LORD is faithful in all his words and kind in all his works.]
The LORD upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food in due season. 
You open your hand; you satisfy the desire of every living thing. 
The LORD is righteous in all his ways and kind in all his works. 
The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. 
He fulfills the desire of those who fear him; he also hears their cry and saves them. 
The LORD preserves all who love him, but all the wicked he will destroy.
My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD, and let all flesh bless his holy name forever and ever.

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Zeal That Is Pure and Heavenly Flame

Today’s hymn comes from John Newton, one of the best hymn writers in history. I love how he paints such clear images with his poems; I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one!

Zeal is that pure and heav’nly flame,
The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name,
Is self in a disguise.

True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.

While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

Zeal has attain’d its highest aim,
Its end is satisfy’d;
If sinners love the Saviour’s name,
Nor seeks it ought beside.

But self however well employ’d,
Has its own ends in view;
And says as boasting Jehu cry’d,
“Come see what I can do.”

Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;
But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

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O My Sins, My Sins

Today’s hymn comes from Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879), daughter of a minister. Frances was affectionately devoted to both her family and her church. She loved her middle name, Ridley, that of the martyr Nicholas Ridley. The effect of her steady meditation on Scripture was that biblical ideas and phrases would come naturally to her speech and to her pen, when writing these poems that were later used as hymns, one being the popular ‘Take My Life and Let It Be”1. Enjoy this one!

I bring my sins to thee,
The sins I cannot count,
That I may cleansed be
In thy once opened fount.
I bring them, Saviour, all to thee;
The burden is too great for me.

My heart to thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read;
A faithless, wandering thing,
An evil heart indeed.
I bring it, Saviour, now to thee
That fixed and faithful it may be.

To thee I bring my care,
The care I cannot flee;
Thou wilt not only share,
But bear it all for me.
O loving Saviour, now to thee
I bring the load that wearies me.

I bring my grief to thee,
The grief I cannot tell;
No words shall needed be,
Thou knowest all so well.
I bring the sorrow laid on me,
O suffering Saviour, now to thee.

My joys to thee I bring,
The joys thy love has given,
That each may be a wing
To lift me nearer Heaven.
I bring them, Saviour, all to thee;
For thou hast purchased all for me.

My life I bring to thee,
I would not be my own;
O Saviour, let me be
Thine ever, thine alone.
My heart, my life, my all I bring
To thee, my Saviour and my King.

1banneroftruth.org/uk/resources/articles/2005/the-life-of-francis-ridley-havergal-1836-1879/

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I’ll Praise My Maker While I’ve Breath

Today’s hymn comes from Isaac Watts (1674-1748). This hymn is a paraphrase of Psalm 146 and it was originally called “Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth”. It was published in his collection Psalms of David, Imitated in the Language of the New Testament (1719)1. This hymn was also adapted by Charles Wesley which helped preserve it to this day. I hope above all today you can give praise to your Maker; enjoy!

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

How happy they whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God who made the sky,
And earth and seas with all their train;
Whose truth for ever stands secure,
Who saves the oppressed and feeds the poor,
And none shall find God’s promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind
And send the laboring sonscience peace.
God helps the stranger in distress,
The widowed and the parentless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers.
My days of praise shall ne’er be past
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

1umcdiscipleship.org/resources/history-of-hymns-watts-praise-my-maker-among-wesleys-favorites

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Do Thou Direct Thy Chariot, Lord

Today’s hymn comes from Swiss reformer Ulrich Zwingli. Known primarily (and rightly so) as the main driving force of the Reformation in Switzerland, Zwingli was also an avid musician; his Roman Catholic foes used to sneer at him as “the guitar-player” and the “evangelist-on-the-flute”1. Some believe that the occasion for writing this particular hymn was the First War of Kap­pel2, an armed conflict in 1529 between the Protestant and the Catholic cantons of the Old Swiss Confederacy during the Reformation in Switzerland. Enjoy!

Do Thou direct Thy chariot, Lord,
And guide us at Thy will;
Without Thy aid our strength is vain,
And useless all our skill.
Look down upon Thy saints below
When prostrate laid beneath the foe.

Beloved Shepherd, who hast saved
Our souls from death and sin,
Uplift Thy voice, awake Thy sheep,
That slumbering lie within
Thy fold; and curb, with Thy right hand,
The rage of Satan’s furious band.

Send down Thy peace and banish strife,
Let bitterness depart;
Revive the spirit of Thy grace
In each true Christian’s heart;
Then shall Thy church forever sing
The praises of her heavenly King.

1Needham, Nick, “2000 years of Christ’s Power Volume 3: Renaissance and Reformation”, page 152
2http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/d/t/d/i/dtdirect.htm

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