There’s something old and cozy about this hymn, Down to the River to Pray. Here we have it sung by Southern Raised… And I can’t say I’m thrilled about the microphone being set up in the middle of the water.
There’s something old and cozy about this hymn, Down to the River to Pray. Here we have it sung by Southern Raised… And I can’t say I’m thrilled about the microphone being set up in the middle of the water.
I found myself, yesterday, whistling this good old-fashioned hymn–Down to the River to Pray, sung here by Alison Krauss. We didn’t have anything like it in our dear old Dutch Reformed Church. Calvinists, were we.
But we all belong to Jesus Christ our King.
There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most high… Psalm 46:4.
Do you suppose this is the river that the Psalmist meant? It’s the river of the spirit, and it flows everywhere.
Requested by our friend SlimJim, a good old-fashioned hymn–Down to the River to Pray, sung by Alison Krauss.
It makes me wonder if my church was missing something, not doing full-immersion baptisms.
This is just a good old hymn, the first one that came to me today–Down to the River to Pray, sung by Alison Krauss.
I declare the hymn shop open for the day.
There’s a haunting quality to this old hymn, don’t you think? Down to the River to Pray, sung by Alison Krauss.
This was the first hymn that popped into my head this morning–Down to the River to Pray, an old favorite sung by Alison Krauss. It makes me think of Philip and the Ethiopian eunuch, in the Book of Acts.
I used to hear Alison Krauss singing this sweet, old-fashioned hymn on the radio–Down to the River to Pray. In this part of the country I don’t think people were ever much into baptism by full immersion–although that’s the way John the Baptist did it, in the Bible. The old black-and-white photos have a haunting quality.