Fanny Crosby wrote this hymn in 1875, and it remains well-loved to this day: To God Be the Glory. I like to post assorted renditions of it. Here it is sung outdoors by the choir from Fountainview Academy.
Remember, the hymn shop is always open, and if there’s any hymn you’d like posted here, just let us know.
Another Fanny Crosby hymn–she wrote thousands of them–sung by the Mennonite Hour Singers: All the Way My Savior Leads Me. I wonder how many of her hymns have been sung in how many churches just this morning.
If I posted a hymn written by Fanny Crosby every day, and never missed a day, it would still take me about ten years to post them all.
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?
A Fanny Crosby hymn, sung the way she wrote it–this is the congregation at Cleveland Baptist Church singing Draw Me Nearer, Blessed Lord.
The age is evil, so sing louder.
One day in 1868, Fanny Crosby recalled, her friend, Dr. Doan, dropped in for a visit and told her he had to catch a train in 40 minutes. He had a melody, he said: could she, in under 40 minutes, write a hymn to it? (The story is reported by CyberHymnal.)
She could and she did (in about 20 minutes); and you can hear that hymn today, sung by the Altar of Praise Chorale.
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!
Pressed for time this morning, I couldn’t find quite what I wanted in the form of this wonderful old Fanny Crosby hymn, Draw Me Nearer. But this plain little piano rendition is pretty close to what we sang to, in Sunday school.
I have no idea why so many artists perform this hymn as if it were a dirge. This is one you whistle as you walk down the street! And God will hear it.
There’s so much bizarre and evil news waiting to be written about this morning, I feel positively stymied. So let’s turn to the good news instead.
I’ve posted this hymn many times, and it’s the one I want just now. If there’s one that any of you want, just let me know and I’ll post that, too.
To God Be the Glory–written by Fanny Crosby, here performed by the Apostolic Church Men’s Group. Turn it up, pilgrims–turn it up.
Does not this hymn cry out to you to sing it? He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby, published in 1890–sung by the whole congregation at Temple Baptist Church in Tennessee. Turn up the volume, turn it up!
Written by Fanny Crosby in 1891, performed here by the Table Singers, My Saviour First of All has a traditional story attached to it.
There was a man in London proclaiming himself to be the returned Jesus Christ, and he was attracting a crowd of followers in the street. But then a Salvation Army band happened to pass by, playing this hymn. And someone in the crowd who knew the words cried out, “Let’s see his hands! Like the song says, ‘I shall know him by the prints of the nails in his hand!”
No nail-prints being visible, the followers went home.