I Would Commune with Thee, My God

George Burden Bubier, son of Rev. William Bubier, was born in Reading, UK on Feb. 2, 1823. After serving for some time in a bank at Banbury, he prepared for the Congregational Ministry, at Homerton College. He was successively pastor of congregations at Orsett, Essex, 1844; Union Chapel, Brixton; Cambridge; and Hope Chapel, Salford, 1854. In 1864 he was appointed Professor of Theology and Philosophy at Spring Hill Congregational College, Birmingham. He died at Acock’s Green, near Birmingham, March 19, 1869. In 1855 he was joint editor with Dr. George Macdonald of Hymns and Sacred Songs for Sunday Schools and Social Worship, where you can find this hymn about communion with God; enjoy!

I would commune with Thee, my God;
E’en to Thy seat I come:
I leave my joys, I leave my sins,
And seek in Thee my home.

I stand upon the mount of God,
With sunlight in my soul;
I hear the storms in vales beneath,
I hear the thunders roll;

But I am calm with Thee, my God,
Beneath these glorious skies;
And to the height on which I stand,
Nor storms nor clouds can rise.

Oh, this is life! Oh, this is joy,
My God, to find Thee so!
Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear,
And all Thy love to know!

Your Will Be Done

This next song is written and performed by CityAlight, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this one!

Your will be done, my God and Father
As in Heaven, so on earth.
My heart is drawn to self exalting,
Help me seek Your kingdom first.

As Jesus walked, so I shall walk,
Held by Your same unchanging love.
Be still my soul
Oh, lift your voice and pray,
Father not my will but Yours be done.

How in that garden he persisted,
I may never fully know.
The fearful weight of true obedience,
It was held by him alone.

What wondrous faith, to bear that cross,
To bear my sin, what wondrous love.
My hope was sure
When there my Saviour prayed,
Father not my will but Yours be done.

When I am lost, when I am broken,
In the night of fear and doubt.
Still I will trust in my good Father
Yes, to one great King I bow!

As Jesus rose, so I shall rise,
In ransomed glory at the throne.
My heart restored
With all your saints I sing,
Father, not my will but Yours be done.

As we go forth, our God and Father,
Lead us daily in the fight.
That all the world might see Your glory,
And Your Name be lifted high.

And in this Name we overcome,
For You shall see us safely home.
Now as your church
We lift our voice and pray,
Father, not my will but Yours be done.

There Is No Sin That I Have Done

This modern hymn is written by Eric Schumacher & David L. Ward. “A Christian is one who has been set free from the power and penalty of sin, both in this life and in the next, through the only means that God has given for such redemption, the substitutionary death of Jesus who took the awful punishment for sin that we deserved. (1 Peter 2:24; 1 John 2:2) This central message of the Christian faith is our deepest delight and surest anchor and deserves to be on our hearts and lips every day”. This message is also the central theme of this song; enjoy!

There is no sin that I have done
That has such height and breadth
It can’t be washed in Jesus’ blood
Or covered by His death.
There is no spot that still remains,
No cause to hide my face,
For He has stooped to wash me clean
And covered me with grace.

There is no wrath that I will know,
No wormwood and no gall;
For though such wounds and grief I earned
My Saviour bore them all.
There is no work that I must add
To stand before His throne.
I only plead His life and death
Sufficient on their own.

There is no love that I desire
But Jesus’ warm embrace.
While now I know His love by faith
I long to see His face.
There is no song that I will sing,
No melody but this,
That my Beloved, He is mine,
For He has made me His.


How Great Thou Art

In 1885, Carl Boberg, a Swedish editor and future politician, was walking home in the bayside town of Mönsterås. A thunderhead appeared on the horizon and ightning flashed. Thunderclaps shook the air, sending Boberg running for shelter. When the storm began to relent, he rushed home. He opened his windows to let in the fresh bay air, and the vision of tranquility that greeted him stirred something deep in his soul. The sky had cleared. Thrushes sang, and in the distance, the resonant knell of church bells sounded. With the juxtaposition between the roaring thunderstorm and such bucolic calm as background, Boberg sat down and wrote “O Store Gud”—the poem that, through a winding series of events would become “How Great Thou Art.”1

“How Great Thou Art” Lyrics

O Lord my God, When I, in awesome wonder, 
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made; 
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, 
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, 
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee, 
How great Thou art, How great Thou art! 

When through the woods and forest glades I wander, 
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.


And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing; 
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; 
That on a Cross, my burdens gladly bearing, 
He bled and died to take away my sin.


When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation, 
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration, 
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”



Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Henry Alford was a minister’s son, and the fifth consecutive generation of ministers. After graduating from Trinity College, Cambridge, he entered the Anglican ministry and rose quickly from one position to another until he became the Dean of Canterbury. He was well known as a Greek scholar who spent twenty years writing his four-volume edition of the Greek Testament. He was musically gifted as well and wrote several books of hymns. A devout man, it is said that at the end of every day and every meal, he would stand and thank God for his love care and gifts1.

Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field,
Fruit as praise to God we yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Are to joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take the harvest home;
From the field shall in that day
All offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In the garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring thy final harvest home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In thy presence to abide;
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.

1page 210 – Leeman, D. and Leeman, B., 2022. Our Hymns, Our Heritage: A Student Guide to Songs of the Church

The King In All His Beauty

We’re starting off the week with this song of adoration, written and performed by Matt Papa and Matt Boswell. This song is filled with so many wonderful references to John’s vision in Revelation of angels and people praising Jesus, as well as explicit gospel theology. Enjoy this one to have your eyes set on Christ for the rest of the week!

O lift your eyes to heaven, see
The Holy One eternal
Behold the Lord of majesty
Exalted in His temple.
As symphonies of angels praise
Now strain to sound His glory.
Come worship, fall before His grace
The King in all His beauty.

How worthy, how worthy, how worthy
The King in all His beauty/

Now see the King who wears a crown
One made of shame and splinters.
The sacrifice for ruined man
The substitute for sinners.
As earth is stained with royal blood
And quakes with love and fury.
He breathes His last and bows His head
The King in all His beauty.


Now see the Saviour lifted up
The Lamb who reigns in splendour
The hope of every tribe and tongue
His kingdom is forever!
Bring praise and honour to His courts
Bring wisdom, power, blessing
For endless ages we’ll adore
The King in all His beauty


Christ Receiveth Sinful Men

This song was written by Erdmann Neumeister, pastor of a Lutheran Church in Hamburg, Germany, in 1718. He wrote about 650 hymns, but wrote this hymn to be sung at the end of a sermon on Luke 15:2. That verse tells about the Pharisees and scribes grumbling, “This man (meaning Jesus) receives sinners and eats with them.” About 150 years later, Emma Bevan, a British woman who was the wife of a prominent banker and was fluent in German, translated this old hymn into English. Though this hymn has gone through a few changes since it was first written about 300 years ago, the message has remained the same1. Jesus still receives sinful men; what a glorious hymn to meditate on this Lord’s Day!

Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
All who languish dead in sin,
All who linger, all who fall.

Sing it o’er and over again;
Christ receiveth sinful men;
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Come, and He will give you rest;
Trust Him, for His Word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.


Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.


Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with Him I enter in.



When I Survey Life’s Varied Scene

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married, but her fiancé drowned the day of the wedding. This hymn was written after the death of her beloved. Caleb Evans, in his preface to Steele’s posthumous Miscellaneous Pieces in Verse and Prose (1780), noted that she had been bed ridden for “some years” before her death: “When the interesting hour 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

When I survey life’s varied scene,
Amid the darkest hours,
Sweet rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mix’d with flowers.
Lord, teach me to adore Thy hand,
From whence my comforts flow;
And let me in this desert land
A glimpse of Canaan know.

Is health and ease my happy share?
O may I bless my God;
Thy kindness let my songs declare,
And spread Thy praise abroad.
While such delightful gifts as these,
Are kindly dealt to me,
Be all my hours of health and ease
Devoted, Lord, to Thee.

When present suff’rings pain my heart,
Or future terrors rise,
And light and hope almost depart
From these dejected eyes,
Thy pow’rful word supports my hope,
Sweet cordial of the mind!
And bears my fainting spirit up,
And bids me wait resign’d.

And oh, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sov’reign hand denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:
“Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From ev’ry murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.”

O May the hope that Thou art mine,
My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless its happy end.
‘Til then, whate’er my days shall bring
On Thee my trust is stayed.
Thy Love shall tune my heart to sing
And draw eternal praise.


O God, Thou Art My God Alone

This hymn is based on Psalm 63 and was written by James Montgomery, who lived 1771-1854. The song below was written by Gregory Wilbur, who is the Chief Musician at Cornerstone Presbyterian Church. Enjoy!

O God, thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land whose springs are dry.

Yet through this rough and thorny maze
I follow hard on thee, my God;
Thy hand unseen upholds my ways;
I safely tread where thou hast trod.

Thee in the watches of the night
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;
Thy guardian wings are round my head.

Better than life itself, thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me,
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?

Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
For all thy mercy I will give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice;
My tongue shall bless thee while I live.

Christ the Lord is Risen Today

This is one of the most popular and widely used of Charles Wesley’s hymns is an arrangement of the Easter hymn tune ‘Lyra Davidica’. It appeared in the Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1739, in 11 stanzas of 4 lines, with the heading “Hymn for Easter.” The “alleluia” responses, reflecting ancient Jewish and Christian practice, were added by later editors to fit the tune. The text contains some of the most familiar Easter themes: all creatures rejoice in Christ’s resurrection (st. 1); the work of redemption is complete (st. 2); death is vanquished (st. 3); we have new life in Christ now (st. 4); we praise the victorious Christ (st. 5)1. Our church always usually sing this around Easter time; enjoy!

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!
Praise to thee by both be given, Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!

King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!
Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!
Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!