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Entries in Hymns (12)

Sunday
Dec102017

Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Second Sunday in Advent

I can count on one hand how many times I've sung this song in church. It is a difficult song, so maybe that is why people don't sing it often. I really like to hear it sung as a duet or a trio. I like this rendition because the tempo wasn't painfully slow. And the according was an interesting addition. 

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung.
It came, a-flow'ring bright,
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother kind,
To show God's love a-right
She bore to men a Saviour
When half-spent was the night.

Saturday
Dec022017

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

First Sunday in Advent

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing is His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.

King of kings,
Yet born of Mary,
As of old earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six-winged seraph,
Cherubim, with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to His presence, 
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia! Lord Most High!

Sunday
Nov262017

How Deep the Father's Love For Us

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure.
That he should give his only son,
To make a wretch his treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns his face away.
As wounds that mar the chosen ones
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the man upon the cross,
My sin upon his shoulders.
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held him there,
Until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life.
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from his reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart,
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Sunday
Nov052017

Day by Day

See below for a beautiful a capella rendition.

Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Give unto each day what he deems best.
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord himself is with me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares he fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow'r.
The protection of his child and treaure
Is a charge that on himself he laid;
"As the days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me he made.

Help me, then, in every tribulation
So to trust thy promises, O Lord;
That I lost not faith's sweet consolation
Offered me within thy holy word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

Sunday
Oct222017

The Perfect Wisdom of Our God

A number of months ago, a friend sent me a copy of Hymns of Grace. It really is a lovely hymnal. Here is one of the selections, singing about God the Father:

The perfect wisdom of our God,
Revealed in all the universe:
All things created by his hand,
And held together at his command.
He knows the mystseries of the seas, 
The secrets of the stars are his;
He guides the planets on their way,
And turns the earth thru another day.

The matchless wisdom of his ways
That mark the path of righteousness:
His word a lamp unto my feet,
His Spirit teaching and guiding me.
And oh, the mystery of the cross,
That God should suffer for the lost,
So that the fool might shame the wise
And all the glory might go to Christ.

O grant me wisdom from above,
To pray for peace and cling to love,
And teach me humbly to receive
The sun and rain of your sovereignty.
Each strand of sorrow has a place
within this tapestry of grace;
So through the trials I choose to say,
"Your perfect will in your perfect way."