This is a rousing hymn, and we need rousing. If we’re going to come back from this stupid coronavirus crisis (brought to you by Red China experimenting with germ warfare), we can only do it by turning back to God. Bizarre perversions and gross immorality won’t do it for us. Repent, re-dedicate ourselves to God our shield,and America will indeed be great again.
God of Our Fathers–I wish I knew whose performance this is. Thank you, whoever you are.
We need pumping up–well, I certainly do. We need to remember that we serve a mighty God, all-righteous, all-wise–who is not an absentee landlord!
Days of Elijah, sung by a hallful of U.S. Marines–oo-rah!
Isaac Watts wrote this hymn in 1715 and it’s still going strong today–I Sing the Mighty Power of God, sung here by the Mountain Anthems. Background sets by God the Father.
This is an unusual arrangement of a traditional hymn, Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, by King’s Kaleidoscope. I think you’ll like it.
I’ve spent much of this afternoon reading nooze, and I am neither the better nor the wiser for it. So I looked for an antidote, and found this.
Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus, performed by the Living Stones Quartet–all I know about them is they’re Indians and they do hymns and gospel music. But what I know about their message is… it’s true. If there was ever a time not to forget our Savior, Jesus Christ, that time is now.
The Lord’s hand is on the tiller, and He sees all the things we can’t see.
This hymn’s been with us since 1779, but I’d never heard it until yesterday–How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds, by John Newton. Yes: the same John Newton who wrote Amazing Grace.
We have two hymn requests this morning instead of none, so I have hastened to post them! This one is There Is Power in the Blood, requested by Joshua, performed by Fernando Ortega.
If we ever needed hymns, we need them now.
I’m pooped. The email problem that stymied us last week went away as mysteriously as it came, and I was able to send my weekly column to Newswithviews. And so, for the time being, here’s something better. Certainly more restful.
This is the first hymn I learned to play on my harmonica, back in the Bronze Age. I still love it. O Worship the King, sung during the NBA Big Sing at Durham Road Baptist Church, Gateshead. Background sets, plus charming little bird, by God the Father.
Some of you have your churches shut down by the quarantine, so an extra hymn on a Sunday afternoon won’t come amiss–Gloria in Excelsis Deo, sung by the Libera boys’ choir (“Glory to God in the highest”). You can probably work out the Latin lyrics by yourself.
I heard just a tiny snatch of this hymn last night, but that was enough to make me want to post it. Words by Fanny Crosby, performance by the students of Fountainview Academy–you can’t do better than that! Blessed Assurance: sung during the Academy’s tour of Europe.