I need all the assurance that My Lord can give me, all the time. And sometimes we can find it in a hymn. This is the Harpeth Gospel Quartet, with no musical instruments but their voices, singing Fanny Crosby’s Blessed Assurance. And the beautiful scenery on the background testifies that God is nigh.
It’s Peep’s turn to go to the vet this morning, but first a hymn.
Blessed Assurance, one of the many classics by Fanny Crosby, is a hymn I’ve come to love. Here we have it sung by the kids at Fountainview Academy. Yes–beautiful.
This classic Fanny Crosby hymn began asserting itself in my mind last night–Blessed Assurance, here performed by Nathan and Lyle and assorted family members in Denton County, Texas. That young girl with the flute has got some voice to go with it! Shows you what you can do, when you set your mind to praise the Lord at home.
Fanny Crosby wrote this hymn in 1873–Blessed Assurance. Music by the Harpeth Gospel Quartet. Background sets by God’s creating hand.
P.S.–I’m early today because… We’ve got to get this email fixed so I can do my editorial work, and I don’t know how many hours it’s going to cost me today. But first the hymn!
I hope you don’t mind my posting this hymn again–Blessed Assurance, by Fanny Crosby, 1873, here performed by our friends in Denton County, Texas. Somehow today, at least for me, it brings to mind a line from Psalm 11o: “…in the beauties of holiness, in the womb of the morning.”
Meanwhile, I hope these posts are actually displaying to you. I don’t know what to expect from WordPress anymore.
This is the hymn that came to me this morning: Blessed Assurance, another jewel out of Fanny Crosby’s treasury. Is there anybody here who doesn’t need the blessed assurance God provides?
Fanny Crosby wrote more than 8,000 hymns during her lifetime. This is one of them: Blessed Assurance, from 1873, sung here by Spring Harvest.
Father in Heaven, we thank you for the life and works of Fanny Crosby. Though she was blind, how many did she help to see!
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.
I’d never heard this song before, so thank you, Erlene, for suggesting it.
I don’t know why, but I imagine this song as a lullaby–the kind my Grandma would have sung me, a baby on her lap. She died when I was only 11 years old, but lately I’ve felt like she is very near to me.
Thank you, O Lord my God, for that.