I am Thine, O Lord

“I am Thine, O Lord” is one of many hymns written by Fanny Crosby, a prolific American hymn writer. The melody was composed by William Howard Doane. The former was talking with the latter one night about the proximity of God and penned the words before retiring for the night. It has also been reported that Fanny Crosby, though blind, had a sunset described to her in words before writing the lyrics. Hebrews 10:22 is reported as being a source of inspiration for the hymn1. Enjoy!

I am Thine, O Lord,
I have heard Thy voice
And it told Thy love to me
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee

Consecrate me now to Thy service Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with steadfast hope
And my will be lost in Thine.

Refrain
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
To the cross where Thou hast died
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord
To Thy precious, bleeding side

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Just a measure of your grace;
There are heights of joy that I yet may reach
Til I see you face to face.

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1en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_am_Thine,_O_Lord

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How Sweet and Aweful Is The Place

Today is another hymn written by Isaac Watts, who is known as the “father of English hymnody” and credited with over 500 songs, including “Joy to the World! The Lord Is Come,” “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” and “At the Cross (Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed).”  Today’ we’ll worship with one of his lesser known but oh so good songs.’s hymn is called “How Sweet and Awful Is the Place”, written in 1707 and set it to an unnamed ancient Irish melody. Enjoy!

How sweet and aweful is the place
with Christ within the doors,
while everlasting love displays
the choicest of her stores.

While all our hearts and all our songs
join to admire the feast,
each of us cries, with thankful tongue,
“Lord, why was I a guest?

“Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
and enter while there’s room,
when thousands make a wretched choice
and rather starve than come?”

‘Twas the same love that spread the feast
that sweetly drew us in;
else we had still refused to taste,
and perished in our sin.

Pity the nations, O our God,
constrain the earth to come;
send Thy victorious Word abroad,
and bring the strangers home.

We long to see Thy churches full,
that all the chosen race
may, with one voice and heart and soul,
sing Thy redeeming grace.

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The Head That Once Was Crowned With Thorns

Thomas Kelly (1769-1855), born in Lellyville, Ireland, was a fine poet and musician. He was known for giving away his substantial wealth to help the poor and to build churches. The son of a judge, he trained to be a lawyer. Convicted of his sin by The Life, the Walk, and the Triumph of Faith, treatises by William Romaine (1714-1795), he became an ordained minister in the Church of Ireland. Because of his powerful preaching and support of the rising evangelical movements, Kelly was banned from preaching in the Church of England and joined the ranks of “dissenting” ministers. Kelly, who was considered a good musician, wrote 765 hymns. This hymn text is based on Hebrews 2:9-10 which speaks of Christ’s glory and the message of grace that is available because of Christ’s suffering. Kelly may have been inspired by a poem composed by John Bunyan in the poetic collection One Thing is Needful, or Serious Meditations upon the Four Last Things, Death, Judgment, Heaven and Hell (1664)1. Included below is a choral version and a modern retake – enjoy!

The head that once was crowned with thorns
is crowned with glory now;
a royal diadem adorns
the mighty Victor’s brow.

The highest place that heav’n affords
is His, is His by right,
the King of kings and Lord of lords,
and heav’n’s eternal Light.

The joy of all who dwell above,
the joy of all below,
to whom He manifests His love,
and grants His name to know.

To them the cross with all its shame,
with all its grace, is giv’n,
their name, an everlasting name,
their joy, the joy of heav’n.

They suffer with their Lord below,
they reign with Him above,
their profit and their joy to know
the myst’ry of His love.

The cross He bore is life and health,
tho’ shame and death to Him:
His people’s hope, His people’s wealth,
their everlasting theme.

1umcdiscipleship.org/resources/history-of-hymns-the-head-that-once-was-crowned-with-thorns

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Praise Him All My Days

This is another song written by Matt Searles here in the UK, as well as Matt Merker. As mentioned previously he has written songs specifically with congregational singing in mind. I really appreciate this since a lot of modern songs sound great when your favourite band plays them, but very difficult for congregations to sing due to the key, how complicated it is to play, or the array of instruments needed. This simple, catchy song based on Psalm 146 featuring Sovereign Grace’s Lacy Condy would be a great addition to any church’s weekly song list.

Refrain
Praise the Lord, O my soul
Praise him all my days
Praise him with my every breath
All glory to his name

Do not trust in earthly power
Mortal men who cannot save 
For their strength will soon depart
And like the grass they fade away

Rather we shall hope in God
O how blessed to know his grace
Who made earth and sky above 
Whose faithfulness shall never fail 

Refrain

He gives justice for the poor
To the hungry brings relief
Opens up the blinded eyes 
And he will set the captives free

He restores the weary soul
Yet defeats all wickedness
Crowns the widow with his love
A Father to the fatherless

Refrain

He has come to walk with us 
Making known the heart of God 
Christ our life our only hope
And he shall reign forevermore

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The song is not on Youtuve but can be listened to here: https://mattsearles.bandcamp.com/track/praise-him-all-my-days-ps-146

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How Good Is It To Sing (Psalm 147)

In his own words, Stuart Townend describes this song as “it a great, fun song of praise that will work in a number of different contexts. It’s based on Psalm 147, a Psalm which explores the dynamic image of God’s power and might expressed in the words of Scripture and creation, but married to His care and concern for the weakest and the most vulnerable among us. To see His power expressed in the icy blast (Psalm 147 v17) and power of creation, and to recognise simultaneously that He cares for the orphan and the refugee (expressed as the ‘exiles’ in the Psalm) is a profound and wonderful message for all of us, and encourages everyone to put their hope fully in God1.” Enjoy this upbeat one!

How good it is to sing, 
To bring our praise to Him
Whose love and mercy knows no end.
He brings the sun and rain, 
He calls each star by name, 
The universe resounds with praise.

Refrain
O shout for joy to God and sing a new song,
Extol the Lord of life for His provision,
And He delights in those who love and fear Him,
All those who put their hope in God.

He gathers families,
Orphans and refugees,
And binds the wounds of those who mourn;
The humble lifted high,
The proud He casts aside,
His justice faithful as the dawn.

Refrain

What friend or foe can last
Before His icy blast?
The winds and waves obey His voice.
Yet mercy will prevail,
His love will reconcile
The nations of the earth to Him.

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I Will Sing of My Redeemer

Near the end of 1876, Philip P. Bliss and his wife were traveling to Chicago to sing for the evangelistic services led by Daniel W. Whittle at Dwight L. Moody’s Tabernacle. But a train wreck and fire en route claimed their lives. Their trunk, which was spared, contained this hymn text by Bliss. The text was set to a gospel tune by James McGranaham, who subsequently succeeded Bliss as song leader for Whittle. The text and McGranaham’s tune were published in Welcome Tidings, a New Collection far Sunday School, compiled by Robert S. Lowry, William H. Doane, and Ira D. Sankey in 18771. Enjoy!

I will sing of my Redeemer 
and his wondrous love to me; 
on the cruel cross he suffered, 
from the curse to set me free. 
Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! 
With his blood he purchased me; 
on the cross he sealed my pardon, 
paid the debt, and made me free. 

I will tell the wondrous story, 
how my lost estate to save, 
in his boundless love and mercy, 
he the ransom freely gave. 
I will praise my dear Redeemer, 
his triumphant power I’ll tell: 
how the victory he gives me 
over sin and death and hell. 

I will sing of my Redeemer 
and his heavenly love for me; 
he from death to life has brought me, 
Son of God, with him to be. 
Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! 
With his blood he purchased me; 
on the cross he sealed my pardon, 
paid the debt, and made me free. 

1hymnary.org/text/i_will_sing_of_my_redeemer

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Behold the Saviour of Mankind

This Good Friday song comes from the father of two famous Wesleys – Rev. Samuel Wesley. On 9 February, 1709, Samuel Wesley was sitting in the Rectory when he wrote this hymn. That night the Rectory caught fire and the whole building, as well as all its contents, were destroyed. In one room slept 5 year old John Wesley with his little siblings and nurse. The nurse called out to the children to follow her as she fled with the young baby, but little John stayed fast asleep. He of course escaped, when a man climbed on the shoulders of his father Samuel and reached him from the window. Samuel Wesley exclaimed “Let us kneel down; let us give thanks to God! He has given me all my eight children; let the house go; I am rich enough!” Later on, someone walking in the Rectory garden near the ruined house, noticed a piece of paper lying on the ground. It was this hymn, blown through the open window from the burning house and saved from the fire!1 Enjoy the words to this one.

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

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

‘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!

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?

1W.J. Limmer Sheppard, Great Hymns and Their Stories, page 157-159

By The Saviour’s Power

This song I recently found whilst browsing through songs on Spotify. Anchor Hymns is described as “a multigenerational collective of artists creating songs of substance from both a lyrical, theological, and musical frame…drawing from Neo Soul, Indie Rock, Brooklyn Fusion, (Blues, Jazz, RnB, Soul)”1. This song really has an old gospel-style feel to it, and the words are great to think about to. Enjoy!

Lyrics: Oh the grave that I was in
Oh the crushing weight of sin
Bear beneath the crashing waves
Sinking ne’er to rise again

Jesus pulled me to the shore
And grace abounded all the more
And I was changed that very hour
Rescued by the Saviour’s power

Refrain
Oh Jesus, Our redeemer,
Great defender, Overcomer
Christ the victor
There’s no other
Praise his name forevermore

With my last and final breath
Passing through the door of death
I will pray just like your son
Not my will but yours be done

And as I sail to heaven’s shores
I will trust you all the more
And leave this life This fleeting flower
Resting in the Saviours power

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

Oh the mighty Great I am
Rules with victory in his hands
Oh He will crush the gates of hell
And bring us with him to dwell

And with all who’ve come before
We will praise you evermore
For death is swallowed up forever
Conquered by the Saviours power

1integritymusic.com/anchor-hymns

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Lord, Have Mercy

If you’ve been following the blog from the beginning, you may notice I post quite a few recommendations of Emu Music. And for good reason; with solid biblical lyrics and wonderful melodies, they are one of my favourite music groups. They recently released some singles from their new album including today’s song. Although I have not explicitly heard it from them, I believe this song is based on a confession of sin found in the Book of Common Prayer (since I know most of the members of the group attended an Anglican Church in the UK). You can read the original here under Confessions and see how similar the words are. Although I am not confessionally Anglican, I appreciate the history and influence of the Book of Common Prayer, and think some of the words within it are beautiful. I hope you enjoy this one!

Almighty God of mercy,
We’ve strayed like wayward sheep
Our hearts inclined to wander,
Your laws we’ve failed to keep
We’ve chosen sin and darkness,
Left acts of love undone
There is no health within us:
Have mercy through your Son

O good and gracious Father,
We ask to be made new
Obedient and righteous,
To live afresh for you
As we confess our failings,
Restore our broken lives
According to your promise,
In our Lord Jesus Christ

Refrain
Lord, have mercy and forgive us
Christ, have mercy and deliver us
Lord, have mercy and renew us
We ask with full assurance
Because of your great love
According to your promise
Have mercy through your Son

Almighty God and Father,
You promise to forgive
We turn to you for pardon,
We come that we might live
O grant your Holy Spirit
To purify our souls
And bring us home to Jesus,
Our glory and our goal

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Let All Things Now Living

Katherine Kennicott Davis studied at Wellesley College, Wellesley, Massachusetts, where she was also a teaching assistant in music. From 1921 to 1929 she taught singing and piano in private schools in Concord, Massachusetts, and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. After 1929 she devoted herself largely to music composition. She wrote some eight hundred pieces, most of which were choral (often writing under several pseudonyms). One of her most popular songs is “The Little Drummer Boy,” originally called “Carol of the Drum” (1941)1. Enjoy reading this one as a poem.

Let all things now living
A song of thanksgiving
To God the creator triumphantly raise.
Who fashioned and made us,
Protected and stayed us,
Who still guides us on to the end of our days.
His banners are o’er us,
His light goes before us,
A pillar of fire shining forth in the night.
Till shadows have vanished
And darkness is banished
As forward we travel from light into light.

His law he enforces,
The stars in their courses
And sun in its orbit obediently shine;
The hills and the mountains,
The rivers and fountains,
The deeps of the ocean proclaim him divine.
We too should be voicing
Our love and rejoicing;
With glad adoration a song let us raise
Till all things now living
Unite in thanksgiving:
“To God in the highest, Hosanna and praise!”
Amen.

1hymnary.org/text/let_all_things_now_living_a_song_of_than

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