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Sunday's Hymn
Here’s one of the hymns we sang in church this morning.
Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!
Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.
Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!
A video for organ lovers:
Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:
- The Seventh Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- The Lord Has Heard and Answered Prayer at Hiraeth
- Lead On, O King Eternal at Seasoning of the Heart
- Revive Thy Work, O Lord at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 27, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Jesus, Lord, We Look to Thee at joythruChrist
- On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand at Tulipgirl
- And Can It Be? at Practicing Theology
- O Source of Life Divine at Conjubilant with Song
- O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing at Whatever Things…
- Buried with Christ at The Happy Wonderer
- Update: Hiding Place, a hymn Lisa wrote at Deo Volente
Sunday's Hymn
We sang only a couple of hymns out of the hymnal this morning and one of them was an obscure Mennonite hymnal only song that I can’t find online, so I’m stuck repeating a hymn I posted only a month ago. This time I’ll post the words as we sang them this morning rather than how they appeared in the Olney Hymnal.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.—-John Newton
If you’d like, you hear my church choir singing Amazing Grace when we sang it last month. You’ll be downloading the mp3 if you click that link. (The choir sang this hymn in this arrangement at my husband’s memorial service, too.)
Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:
- The Sixth Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- Christ is Made the Sure Foundation at Hiraeth
- Jesus! What a Friend for Sinners at Seasoning of the Heart
- Jesus Lives and So Shall I at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 26, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- With Joy We Meditate the Grace at joythruChrist
- Come, Ye Weary, Heavy Laden at Tulipgirl
Sunday's Hymn
The singing this morning at my church was led by the youth choir. Here’s one of the hymns we sang.
To God be the glory, great things He has done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.Refrain
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.Great things He has taught us, great things He has done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.—-Fanny Crosby
When you search for “To God Be the Glory” on YouTube, you get mostly versions of this song, which by way, was sung at my wedding thirty-three years ago today. Here’s one of the few featuring the original To God Be the Glory.
Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:
- The Second Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- Not What My Hands Have Done at Hiraeth
- Hear What God the Lord Hath Spoken at Seasoning of the Heart
- More Love to Thee, O Christ at Whatever Things…
- Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 22, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Abide with Me at Conjubilant With Song
- What Though I Cannot Break My Chain at joythruChrist
Sunday's Hymn
Hymn 41: Faith’s review and expectation.
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, hut now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The LORD has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But GOD, who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
My favorite YouTube version of this hymn is done by the Utsunomiya Girls Choir.
- The First Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
- God, the Hope of Those Who Pray at The Happy Wonderer
- Praise the Savior at Hiraeth
- How Deep the Father’s Love for Us at Seasoning of the Heart
- There Is a Rock on Which I Stand at Whatever Things…
- Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 21, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- In Memory of the Savior’s Love at Conjubilant With Song
- Beneath the Cross of Jesus at Light Came
Sunday's Hymn: In Bunhill Fields
This Sunday’s hymn isn’t written, really, by someone buried in Bunhill Fields, but the last verse as we sing it is. John Rippon is best known for his hymnal, A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, Intended to Be an Appendix to Dr. Watts’ Psalms and Hymns. (You have to love those Puritanish titles, don’t you?) He included this hymn in it, but he took out two of Perronet’s original verses and added two of his own. We retain one of the verses he added as our last stanza.
All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.
Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race, ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace, and crown Him Lord of all.
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace, and crown Him Lord of all.
Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line, whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget the wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.
Let every tribe and every tongue before Him prostrate fall
And shout in universal song the crownèd Lord of all.
And shout in universal song the crownèd Lord of all.
[John Rippon added this verse in 1787]
O that, with yonder sacred throng, we at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all,
Join in the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all!
- The Fourth Sunday After Easter at Magic Statistics
- Out of Bondage at The Happy Wonderer
- O Saviour, Precious Saviour at Hiraeth
- Before the Throne of God Above at Seasoning of the Heart
- We Rest on Thee, Our Shield and Our Defender at Whatever Things…
- Praise to the Lord at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 16, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Joy Unspeakable at JoythruChrist
- At the Lamb’s High Feast We Sing at Conjubilant With Song.
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Sunday's Hymn: In Bunhill Fields
Yet another hymn written by someone buried in Bunhill Fields. It happens to be one we sang in church this morning, too, although we didn’t sing all those verses.
Marching to Zion
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne,
And thus surround the throne.Refrain
We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
Religion never was designed,
To make our pleasures less,
To make our pleasures less.Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King,
But favorites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad,
May speak their joys abroad.The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas,
And manages the seas.This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He will send down his heav’nly powers,
He will send down his heav’nly powers,
To carry us above,
To carry us aboveThere we shall see His face,
And never, never sin!
There, from the rivers of His grace,
There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in,
Drink endless pleasures in.Yea, and before we rise,
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create,
Should constant joys create.The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below.
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow,
From faith and hope may grow.The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets,
Or walk the golden streets.Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high,
To fairer worlds on high.
- The Third Sunday After Easter at Magic Statistics
- Kindly, Spring is Here Again at The Happy Wonderer
- I Greet Thee, Who My Sure Redeemer Art at Hiraeth
- There is a Fountain Filled with Blood at Seasoning of the Heart
- Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy at Whatever Things…
- Ah, Holy Jesus at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 15, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Rock of Ages at JoythruChrist
- New Participant: My Shepherd, You Supply My Need at Conjubilant With Song, a new blog primarily about hymns.
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Sunday's Hymn: In Bunhill Fields
Here’s another hymn written by someone buried in Bunhill Fields.
Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.Refrain
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?
Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
- The Second Sunday After Easter at Magic Statistics
- Jesu, Our Hope, Our Hearts Desire at The Happy Wonderer
- Teach Me, O Lord, Thy Way of Truth at Hiraeth
- Behold the Throne of Grace at Seasoning of the Heart
- Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ at Whatever Things…
- Lead On, O King Eternal at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 14, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace at JoythruChrist
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Sunday's Hymn: In Bunhill Fields
For the next few weeks, the Sunday’s hymn will be written by someone who is buried in Bunhill Fields.
He who would valiant be ’gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy follow the Master.
There’s no discouragement shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent to be a pilgrim.
Who so beset him round with dismal stories
Do but themselves confound—his strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might; though he with giants fight,
He will make good his right to be a pilgrim.
Since, Lord, Thou dost defend us with Thy Spirit,
We know we at the end, shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away! I’ll fear not what men say,
I’ll labor night and day to be a pilgrim.
—-John Bunyan, but reworked by Percy Dearmer
Here are the original words from Pilgrim’s Progress:
Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There’s no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
He’ll with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He’ll fear not what men say,
He’ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.
Learn more about John Bunyan:
-
To Live Upon God that Is Invisible: Suffering and Service in the Life of John Bunyan by John Piper.
- The First Sunday After Easter at Magic Statistics
- Who Am I? at The Happy Wonderer
- The God of Abraham Praise at Hiraeth
- Jesus, The Very Thought of Thee at Seasoning of the Heart
- It Is a Thing Most Wonderful at Whatever Things…
- Christ the Lord is Risen Today at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 13, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
- Now Be My Heart Inspired to Sing at JoythruChrist
Sunday's Hymn: See What A Morning!
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ee, what a morning, gloriously bright,
With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light,
As the angels announce, “Christ is risen!”
See God’s salvation plan,
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
See Mary weeping, “Where is He laid?”
As in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb;
Hears a voice speaking, calling her name;
It’s the Master, the Lord raised to life again!
The voice that spans the years,
Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us,
Will sound till He appears,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
One with the Father, Ancient of Days,
Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty.
Honor and blessing, glory and praise
To the King crowned with pow’r and authority!
And we are raised with Him,
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered;
And we shall reign with Him,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!
—Words and Music by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2003 Kingsway Thankyou Music
- The Collect for Easter-Day at Magic Statistics
- Was It A Morning Like This? at The Happy Wonderer
- Ah, Holy Jesus at Hiraeth
- Christ the Lord is Risen Today! at Seasoning of the Heart
- Low in the Grave He Lay at Whatever Things…
- Hail Thou Once Despised Jesus at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 12, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
Sunday's Hymn: Poetry of the Cross
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!
Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.
My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.
Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.
The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.
My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.
- The Sunday Next Before Easter at Magic Statistics
- Fairest Lord Jesus at The Happy Wonderer
- Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power at Hiraeth
- Ride On! Ride on in Majesty at Seasoning of the Heart
- All the Way My Saviour Leads Me at Whatever Things…
- Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross at Field Stone Cottage
- Lord’s Day 11, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
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