I think I might have posted this not so long ago, but its message bears repeating. We worry about being good enough. No need: Christ takes us as we are, and makes us good enough. Just as I Am, Without One Plea, by Charlotte Elliott in 1835; sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
There have been several requests for Rock of Ages lately. Not bad for a hymn published in 1775. Written by Augustus Toplady, sung here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Requested by Erlene.
If we pay attention to the lyrics, we find sound theology: Rock of Ages, written by Augustus Toplady in 1775, and performed here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
Here’s the hymn that Dave requested, only performed by the Antrim Mennonite Choir–Abide With Me.
If you’re new here: we take hymn requests, and I do my best to find the ones you ask for.
But they’re all good that glorify God.
This beautiful 19th century hymn by Charlotte Elliott was a favorite at my grandma’s house, and ours: Just As I Am, Without One Plea. Sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
No one wrote more hymns than Fanny Crosby–more than 8,000 hymns. This is one of them: He Hideth My Soul, from 1890, sung here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Background sets by God the Father, maker of heaven and earth.
Let’s start our blogging day with this: Day by Day, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir–and enjoy the background scenery, God’s handiwork.
I always think of this as the 19th century hymn; but actually it was written in 1763 by Augustus Toplady: Rock of Ages, performed here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
If you’re new here, and you have a favorite hymn you’d like to share, just let us know and we’ll do the rest.
This is another one of those hymns that my grandma, my mother, and my aunts used to hum while going about their housework–My Faith Looks Up to Thee, here sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Background settings by God the Father, maker of heaven and earth.
This hymn came to me so strongly this morning that I just had to post it: Just As I Am, Without One Plea. It was my Aunt Millie’s favorite hymn. I can remember her humming it as she bustled about her housework: hearing it really brings that back to me. We wait, O Lord, for your restoration of all things.
Sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.