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Come Thou Long-Expected Jesus

Posted in hymns, tagged , , on December 5, 2021|

by Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee:
Israel’s strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art;
dear desire of ev’ry nation,
joy of ev’ry longing heart.

2 Come, thou universal Savior;
come, redeem the human race.
Life and joy spring from thy favor;
cheer each soul in need of grace.
Still we wait for thine appearing—
make our senseless struggles cease.
Guide us from our weary wand’ring
into paths of perfect peace.

3 Born thy people to deliver,
born a child, and yet a king;
born to reign in us forever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit,
rule in all our hearts alone.
By thine all-sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.

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Some Day by Charles Albert Tindley

Posted in hymns, Poem, tagged , , , on October 17, 2021|

by: Charles Albert Tindley

Beams of heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

Refrain:
I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Cloud’s may hide tomorrow’s sun.
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day. [Refrain]

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain.
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of pow’r and heart of love;
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day. [Refrain]

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory,
I want to go some day. [Refrain]

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He Knows it All by Fanny Crosby

Posted in hymns, Poem, tagged , , on October 10, 2021|

by Fanny Crosby

O heart bereav’d and lonely
Whose brightest dreams have fled,
Whose hopes like summer roses
Are wither’d, crush’d, and dead;
Though link by link is broken,
And tears unseen may fall,
Look up amid thy sorrow
To Him who knows it all.

O cling to thy Redeemer,
Thy Saviour, Brother, Friend;
Believe and trust His promise
To keep thee to the end:
O watch and wait with patience,
But question not His will;
His arms of love and mercy
Are round about thee still.

Lookup, the clouds are breaking,
The storm will soon be o’er;
And thou shalt reach the haven
Where sorrows come no more.
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate’er befall;
Remember, O remember,
Thy Saviour knows it all.

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I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Posted in Christmas, hymns, Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 6, 2020|

I love the second verse!

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Faith that Will Not Shrink (Hymn)

Posted in hymns, tagged , , , on July 12, 2020|

by William H. Bathurst, 1796-1877

O for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by ev’ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe.

That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast’ning rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Will lean upon its God.

A faith that shines more bright and clean
When tempests rage without,
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.

Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
I’ll take e’en now the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

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Do You Want a Pilot?

Posted in hymns, tagged , on June 14, 2020|

Do you want a Pilot?
Signal then to Jesus;
Do you want a Pilot?
Bid Him come on board;
For He will safely guide
Across the oceans wide
Until you reach at last
The Heavenly Harbour.

-Children’s Sunday School Song (origin unknown)

 

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In Christ Alone (Modern Hymn)

Posted in hymns, tagged , , on April 11, 2020|

The glorious thing about the suffering, death and resurrection of Jesus the Christ is that it continues to speak in our hearts. Even today, modern hymn writers are still penning lyrics of the glory of the resurrection and our hope in Christ alone.

My favorite part of this song is “There in the ground His body lay, Light of the world by darkness slain; Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory, Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me.” When I sing it, I am reminded of the glory of God and His great power over death.

CHORUS:
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

Words by Stuart Townend (1963-   )

If you are looking for additional information and/or materials, please visit our website at RootedinHisWord.org and our Facebook page.  We are currently offering a special on our bible study, Road to Resurrection, which helps the student to delve into the events which took place leading up to and on the Day of Resurrection.

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Go to Dark Gethsemene

Posted in hymns, tagged , on April 6, 2020|

In this hymn by James Montgomery, a prolific hymn writer having written over 400 hymns, we go on a journey. We start in the Garden of Gethsemane and Jesus teaches us to ray. Then we go to His trials and learn to bear the cross. Then we go to Calvary and learn to die as Christ did. Finally, we go to the tomb, and Jesus teaches us to rise. It is very simple, and yet profound.

My favorite stanza is, “Early hasten to the tomb where they laid his breathless clay; all is solitude and gloom. Who has taken him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.”

  • Go to dark Gethsemane, ye that feel the tempter’s power; your Redeemer’s conflict see, watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away; learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
  • See him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross.
  • Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there, adoring at his feet, mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete. “It is finished!” hear him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die.
  • Early hasten to the tomb where they laid his breathless clay; all is solitude and gloom. Who has taken him away? Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.

James Montgomery (1771-1854)

If you are looking for additional information and/or materials, please visit our website at RootedinHisWord.org and our Facebook page. We are currently offering a special on our bible study, Road to Resurrection, which helps the student to delve into the events which took place leading up to and on the Day of Resurrection.

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Hosana, Loud Hosanna (Hymn)

Posted in hymns, tagged , on April 5, 2020|

I like the imagery of this hymn by Jeannette Threlfall. It conjures up the Palm Sunday Road in Jerusalem that meanders down the Mount of Olives to the Garden of Gethsemane. It’s a great place to imagine the events this hymn celebrates, namely the crowd shouting “Hosanna in the Highest!” to Jesus as made his triumphal entry into Jerusalem on the foal of a donkey.

Hosanna, loud hosanna
the little children sang;
through pillared court and temple
the lovely anthem rang.
To Jesus, who had blessed them,
close folded to his breast,
the children sang their praises,
the simplest and the best.

From Olivet they followed
mid an exultant crowd,
the victory palm branch waving,
and chanting clear and loud.
The Lord of earth and heaven
rode on in lowly state,
nor scorned that little children
should on his bidding wait.

“Hosanna in the highest!”
That ancient song we sing,
for Christ is our Redeemer,
the Lord of heaven, our King.
O may we ever praise him
with heart and life and voice,
and in his blissful presence
eternally rejoice.

Jeannette Threlfall (1821-1880)

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Palm Sunday Road, Jerusalem

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Pilgrims walking down the Palm Sunday Road

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Pilgrims walking down the Palm Sunday Road

If you are looking for additional information and/or materials, please visit our website at RootedinHisWord.org and our Facebook page. We are currently offering a special on our bible study, Road to Resurrection, which helps the student to delve into the events which took place leading up to and on the Day of Resurrection.

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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Hymn)

Posted in hymns, tagged , on April 4, 2020|

Bernard of Clairvaux, the writer to whom this hymn is attributed, lived from (1091-1153 A.D.) He was a hugely influential Christian in the Middle Ages and a devout monk. The images he uses in the hymn are reminiscent of the suffering Messiah of Isaiah 53.

I love the  the intimacy Bernard has with his Savior. “How pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage language which once was bright as morn!” It seems hard to believe that he wrote these words so long ago because they pierce to my heart as I read and sing them.

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, thine only crown:
How pale thou art with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!

What thou, my Lord, has 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.

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 for thee.

If you are looking for additional information and/or materials, please visit our website at RootedinHisWord.org and our Facebook page. We are currently offering a special on our bible study, Road to Resurrection, which helps the student to delve into the events which took place leading up to and on the Day of Resurrection.

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