Today’s hymn is written by Fanny Crosby, who needs no introduction! I’m sure someone today needs to read this; enjoy!
O child of God, wait patiently When dark thy path may be, And let thy faith lean trustingly On Him who cares for Thee; And though the clouds hang drearily Upon the brow of night, Yet in the morning joy will come, And fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, He loveth thee, And thou art all His own; With gentle hand He leadeth thee, Thou dost not walk alone; And though thou watchest wearily The long and stormy night, Yet in the morning joy will come, And fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, how peacefully He calms thy fears to rest, And draws thee upward tenderly, Where dwell the pure and blest; And He who bendeth silently Above the gloom of night, Will take thee home where endless joy Shall fill thy soul with light.
Today’s hymn is another one exhorting our souls to sing! This one is written by the much loved duo Matt Papa and Matt Boswell. Enjoy!
O sing my soul the ancient song And lend Your highest praise To Him who is the King of old And dwells in endless days How resplendent His glory How majestic His Name Now to the Uncreated One Oh let the anthem raise
O worship Him our Father God The Spirit and the Word Who fashioned all things from His joy And saw that it was good What perfection of friendship What communion we shared But choosing death we fell from life Aside the guilty pair
Now hear my soul the gospel song Attend the joyful news For Christ has come the perfect Son His Father’s will to choose In our place He did suffer In our place became sin The death of death the death of Christ Who stands alive again
Now people of the risen Lord O hear the call to go Into the world we have been sent As messengers of hope Christ alone be our treasure Christ alone our reward Come bid the nations sing with us The praises of the Lord
Today’s hymn was a suggestion from a subscriber; I do love it when you send me recommendations so keep them coming! Not much is known about this Lutheran hymn, other than it is written by Finnish poet Julius L. F. Krohn. Nonetheless, enjoy reading this one!
O sing my soul, your Maker’s praise In grateful hymns ascending; Whose steadfast love has crowned your days With heav’nly gifts un ending. I sought the Lord, He heard my cry; His holy angels hover nigh The tents of those who love Him.
The Lord is good to those who seek His face in time of sorrow, Providing comfort to the weak And grace for each tomorrow. Though grief may tarry for a night, The morn shall break in joy and light With blessings from His presence.
The Lord will turn His face in peace When troubled souls draw near Him; His loving kindness shall not cease To those who trust and fear Him. Our God will not forsake His own; Eternal is His heav’nly throne; His kingdom stands forever.
Today’s hymn comes from German poet Sigmund von Birken (1626-1681), son of an evangelical pastor in Bohemia. This one is a popular hymn in Lutheran churches, and you can see why with the rich theological words. Enjoy this one!
Let us ever walk with Jesus, follow his example pure, flee the world which would deceive us and to sin our souls allure. Ever in his footsteps treading, body here, yet soul above, full of faith and hope and love, let us do the Father’s bidding. Faithful Lord, abide with me; Saviour, lead; I follow thee.
Let us suffer here with Jesus, to his image e’er conform; heaven’s glory soon will please us, sunshine follow on the storm. Though we sow in tears of sorrow, we shall reap in heav’nly joy, and the fears that now annoy shall be laughter on the morrow. Christ, I suffer here with thee; there, O share thy joy with me.
Let us also die with Jesus; his death from the second death, from our soul’s destruction, frees us, quickens us with life’s glad breath. Let us mortify, while living, flesh and blood and die to sin, and the grave that shuts us in shall but prove the gate to heaven. Jesus, here I die to thee, there to live eternally.
Let us gladly live with Jesus; since he’s risen from the dead, death and grave must soon release us. Jesus, thou art now our head. We are truly thine own members, where thou livest, there live we; take and own us constantly, faithful Friend, as thy dear brethren. Jesus, here I live to thee, also there eternally.
Today’s hymn comes from pastor Jeremy Walker, a pastor of an independent reformed Baptist church in the UK. Pastor Jeremy wrote this after spending time talking with a saint who was near leaving earth to be at home with the Lord1. I hope you enjoy reading and mediating on this one, longing for your own journey Home; enjoy!
My day is drawing to an end, The light of life grows dim; My thoughts to Christ all sweetly tend, For soon I’ll be with Him.
I must put off this feeble tent, But death itself defy; My soul released, I’ll make ascent To be with Christ on high.
The sufferings of this present time Soon swallowed up in love; Out of this pain and darkness climb— Glory to come above!
My soul with Him in perfect joy Will wait the coming morn; I know that nothing can destroy The hope of that new dawn.
In Christ most happy and most blessed, A body new I’ll take; And all be peace, delight, and rest When in His form I wake.
And much that I have known below Shall quickly fade away, But life in Christ I’ll ever know, In God’s eternal day.
Today is a short but sweet one. Another one from Joseph Hart, writer of ‘Come Ye Sinners’, I hope you can say the same today. Enjoy!
How good is the God we adore, Our faithful unchangeable Friend: Whose love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end!
‘Tis Jesus, the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We’ll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that’s to come.
Today’s hymn comes from Tom Pennington and his wife Sheila. Tom has been the Pastor-Teacher at Countryside Bible Church in Southlake, Texas since 2003. I think some of the best hymns in history have been written by faithful, biblical pastors and I’m so glad that pastors still continue today to write sound songs for their congregations to sing; enjoy!
Our Sovereign God by His own word Sustains this world and reigns as Lord. No angel, demon, sinful man can change His course, restrain His hand. O sovereign God, we praise Your pow’r; Your wisdom, goodness we adore! We bow our hearts before Your throne; Help us, O Lord, to trust You more, Help us, O Lord, to trust You more.
When the fullness of the time had come, God sent His own Beloved Son. To keep God’s law, live in our place, To bear our sin, guilt and disgrace. Dead in our sin, estranged from God, We fled as rebels from His love. In sovereign grace He made us sons, And saved us from the wrath to come, And saved us from the wrath to come.
Before our birth He planned our days, Laid out our course, ordained our ways. The moments of our lives He weaves So all the glory He receives. To those He loved before all time, To all He called, and grace renewed, He cannot lie; His word is true, He makes all things to work for good, He makes all things to work for good.
He has written history’s final page His Son’s return will end this age. The Lamb will come in glorious might, Take back His world and end it’s night. How deep the wisdom of our God, Unknown, unfathomed are His ways. None counsels Him or knows His mind. We bow before Him all our days, We bow before Him all our days O sovereign God, we praise Your pow’r; Your wisdom, goodness we adore! We bow our hearts before Your throne; Help us, O Lord, to trust You more, Help us, O Lord, to trust You more.
Today’s hymn comes from Isaac Watts. The tune is included for you below to sing along. The last stanza is a lovely benediction to begin the week with; enjoy!
O for an overcoming faith, To cheer my dying hours, To triumph o’er the monster, Death, And all his frightful powers.
Joyful with all the strength I have My quivering lips should sing, “Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? And where’s the monster’s sting?”
If sin be pardoned, I’m secure; Death has no sting beside; The law gives sin its damning power, But Christ, my ransom, died.
Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors, though we die, Through Christ our living Head.
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