One of the most beautiful hymns ever written, Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring, by J.S. Bach: performed here by the Edinburgh Singers, complete with oboe solo. I discovered this around Christmastime, but it’s the hymn that called to me today.
For those of you who are new to this blog, we take hymn requests and it’s my pleasure to post any hymn you’d like to hear. So don’t be shy, “Leave a Reply”–and we’ll do the rest.
Having two deaths in my family virtually back-to-back has made hymns more precious to me. I feel them more acutely. But I’ve always loved this one, This Is My Father’s World. “Though the wrong seem oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.”
I wish I knew who was singing this–He Leadeth Me (1862)–so I could give them credit. I also wish I could follow some of those woodland lanes depicted as settings for the hymn, and go where they might lead. We used to have places like that around here, long ago. Or maybe I just dreamed them.
I can’t talk just now! Not without my voice breaking. But it’s okay–it’s just that this hymn set my soul to soaring. Guide Me O Thou Great Redeemer: with the chapel packed to the rafters, organ, choir, and congregation cutting loose with all they’ve got–you can’t ask for more than this. If I’d been there in person, I’d’ve cried my eyes out: tears of joy.
Pardon me for resorting again to this hymn, Behold the Mountain of the Lord, sung by Godfrey Birtill. It reminds me that there has to be–and will be–something better than this present evil age: the Mountain of the Lord shall surely rise; for the Lord hath spoken it.
To God Be the Glory is a hymn you can whistle while you walk, or be drawn into when it’s performed by an orchestra. Here are the kids at Fountainview Academy: backdrop provided by The Creator.
I’d never heard this one, until I took to posting hymns and a reader requested it. Now it’s one of my favorites: He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
If you put all the hymns written by Fanny Crosby, Isaac Watts, and Charles Wesley into one hymnal… what else would you need?
I’m feeling kind of wrung out today, but I love this hymn, O Worship the King, and this performance of it by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. You can make out the lyrics, for one thing. This was the first hymn I learned to play on my harmonica. I am glad to keep it in my heart.
Linda posted this in a comment the other day. The story behind the hymn: I didn’t know it. I stand in awe of the saint who wrote those words.
I hope you don’t mind me posting this hymn again, Jesus Saves. I need saving. And I waited years to learn the name of this hymn, and to hear the lyrics. Glad I didn’t miss it altogether.
I like it best, played with muted brass; but there’s something to be said for a great hall full of people belting it out for all they’re worth. This is the congregation at Temple Baptist Church in Powell, Tennessee.