Oh, I remember this from Sunday school! This is a hymn to shake loose the cobwebs.
Sorry to be starting the day so late: still haven’t caught up to the lost hour of Daylight Savings Time.
But this hymn is worth waiting for.
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An Irish Hymn for St. Patrick’s Day
I don’t understand a word of this beautiful Irish hymn, and please don’t ask me to pronounce the singer’s name. The title of the hymn in English is My Love, My God.
But do we really need to understand the lyrics? The Holy Spirit understands them; and if we relax and let the beauty wash over our hearts, the Holy Spirit will give us understanding that doesn’t require any words.
I think it must be a joy to God, to hear His praise in so many different languages.
Psalm 2, Set to Music
Hear the word of the Lord.
Man’s words are full of vanity and poison. As watchmen on the walls, we have to hear it and give warning. It’s our duty to sound the trumpet.
If it were God’s plan for the wicked to inherit the earth, He would have told us.
So enough, for today, of news–or rather, the aberrations that pass as news. Our nation drowns in shame. If only we could feel the shame! It would be like our skin were on fire, to be soothed only by repentance.
Come, Lord Jesus, come!
‘And Can It Be That I Should Gain?’
A classic hymn by Charles Wesley, And Can It Be That I Should Gain, presented here by request.
There’s an awful lot of bad stuff out there–fallen world, evil age. But we have God’s promises, and I think He’d like to have our trust.
Sing louder.
By Request, ‘There’s Something About That Name’
Here are the Maranatha Singers, with There’s Just Something About That Name.
I read this song has been used as a lullaby. No baby is too young to hear and learn to love the name of Jesus! That was one thing my family did right. I used to love leafing through my father’s old Bible that he had when he was just a little boy, with the sepia-tinted photos of life in the Holy Land.
Now, then, everybody, I take hymn requests from all readers, but you’re letting Linda and Erlene do 90% of the work. So step right up, don’t be shy, and ask for one of your favorite hymns today. (Gee, I sound like I’m selling soap. Sorry about that!)
From Texas: ‘Blessed Assurance’
Let’s turn to something edifying, shall we? Something pleasing to God.
I wish I knew the names of these three ladies–boy, can they sing! And we have Nathan on the mandolin. I never would’ve thought of adding a mandolin, but this classic Fanny Crosby hymn is all the better for it.
This hymn has powerfully stirred my soul this morning. I hope it will do the same for you.
Once More, ‘Be Thou My Vision’
Think about it–Christians have been singing this hymn since Charlemagne was a baby on his daddy’s knee. But this ancient Irish hymn still has great power to move us today, and many performers have offered up their own renditions of it.
I think I like it best with a tin whistle and a fiddle.
However it’s played, it’s a nice hymn to start the day.
The Sparrow is OK
Hi, Mr. Nature here.
A couple of hours ago, my wife found a sparrow sitting on the sidewalk, not moving–sick or injured, we reckoned. A foot away we found another one, dead. I thought this might have been the result of a bird-fight: I’ve seen sparrows in action, and they are pugnacious little fellows.
All we could think to do was for me to put on some latex gloves, because wild birds can carry all kinds of germs, gently pick up the bird and put him down where no one would step on him and where the hawk wouldn’t easily see him. On the ground, this bird was just about invisible.
Just now, I went outside to check. The sparrow saw me, got up, hopped around a little–and flew away. That made us quite happy.
They’re little and cute, but I think they sure do love a fight. I’ve seen them gang up on the hawk to chase him away. Seen ’em gang up on each other, too. Oh, well. Not a sparrow falls without the Father. I presume God likes them. Probably a lot.
By Request, ‘Shout to the Lord’
Michael W. Smith performing Shout to the Lord–by popular demand.
By Request, ‘Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior’
No, I’m not missing from action today. But one of my hours sure is! Could we please not bother with Daylight Savings Time anymore?
But onto something more edifying–this gospel song, for instance: Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior, with echoes of Psalm 73.
Again I invite all of you to join in–request a hymn, and I’ll post it here. Don’t be shy. This is an evil age in a fallen world, and we need to sing louder. God will hear us.