This is the first hymn that popped into my head today, this old Fanny Crosby classic. Hearing it played like this on a piano, just the piano–boy, does that ever take me back to Sunday school!
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One More Time! ‘To God Be the Glory’
I love this hymn! And it’s been in my head all day, so I hope none of you mind if I post it again: To God Be the Glory, a classic hymn by Fanny Crosby.
By the way, if you’re new to this blog, I want you to know that we do hymn requests: you name it, we’ll post it. And don’t worry if the hymn has already been posted before–we can always post it again.
‘Victory in Jesus’
Here’s a hymn that you can say “Amen!” to; and there’s a story that goes with it, too.
Eugene Bartlett, born in 1885, was a successful businessman who founded the Hartford Music Company and Music Institute. His purpose was to publish hymns and hymnals and train singers and musicians to glorify God. He wrote many of the hymns in his hymnal himself–over 800 in all, which is getting into Fanny Crosby numbers.
Victory in Jesus–here sung by a congregation at the New Testament Baptist Church in Northfield, Ohio–was published in 1939. It was the last hymn Barlett wrote before his death in 1941. He only lived 56 years, but he certainly accomplished much.
Encore, ‘He Hideth My Soul’
Pump up the volume for this beautiful 19th century hymn by Fanny Crosby, He Hideth My Soul, here sung by the congregation at Temple Baptist Church in Powell, Tennessee.
Franny Crosby, who wrote some 900 hymns, many of which are still loved and sung today, was born blind. But oh! what wonderful things she saw!
‘Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior’
Someone was looking for this hymn on my site yesterday, and didn’t find it. But if they look again, they will.
Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior–Fanny Crosby was blind almost from birth, but she saw many wonderful things that the Holy Spirit showed her.
‘Transgender Preacher’–Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin
Before we blame everything on politics, let’s consider America’s mainline, flatline, liberal, limpin’ lump o’ brickdust churches.
Calvary Baptist Church in Washington, D.C., ordained a man as a woman because he says he’s a woman, dresses in women’s clothing, and evangelizes for homosexuality ( http://www.nowtheendbegins.com/transgender-baptist-preacher-says-angel-of-reason-prompted-sex-switch/ ).
This lost soul, whose every chromosome is still as male as it was from the moment of his conception, recently told a gathering of jidrools that some “Angel of Reason” told him the Bible was wrong, all wrong, in all its teachings on sexual morality.
Y’know what else he said? Here, let me quote him. This is priceless, and it tells us everything we need to know about his theology and that of the churches who “welcome” and “affirm” him.
“My hymnal has a lot less Isaac Watts and Fanny Crosby, but it’s full of Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Tupac, and Beyonce.”
There is nothing I can add to that.
Hymn, ‘He Hideth My Soul’
Well, this morning it’s off to the kidney doctor to find out what is meant by the euphemism “some impairment of the kidney.” I still haven’t got the stronger blood pressure medicine I need and my pressure is still exceedingly high.
I suppose it’s easy to say “sing louder” when things are going well and you don’t really need to sing. Ten weeks ago, I was as healthy as a horse. At least I thought I was. Now this blood pressure business is like a leak in the bottom of the boat, and nobody’s found a way to stop it yet.
So I present this classic hymn by Fanny Crosby, who wrote over 8,000 hymns before she died, in her nineties. Fanny was blind. As a six-week-old baby, a doctor put mustard poultices on her eyes to treat a cold. It’s possible–I’d say likely!–that this treatment caused her blindness.
But blind she was, and who wouldn’t consider that a serious affliction? Notwithstanding, it didn’t stop her from writing thousands of hymns that are loved and sung to this day.
I once heard a man say, on a Christian radio show, “You don’t understand because you ain’t been tribulatin’ yet.” That was years ago; today it sounds like wisdom.
My friends, I thank the Lord for the prayers you make on my behalf.
P.S.–The hymn shop is open day and night. If there’s a hymn you’d like to have posted on this blog, all you gotta do is ask!
Hymn, ‘Draw Me Nearer’
I don’t know about you, but I need a hymn.
Here we have Draw Me Nearer, a classic hymn by Fanny Crosby still loved and sung today.May God hear it as a prayer!
Fanny Crosby: ‘My Savior First of All’
Fanny Crosby, who wrote at least 8,500 hymns–including this one–was blinded by a doctor’s error when she was only six weeks old. Later in life she said she was grateful to God for her blindness, because it enabled her to see Him without distraction.
She made it clear to her family that she wanted only the smallest and most modest marker on her grave. P.T. Barnum, it seems, was buried nearby under an enormous monument that Fanny thought distasteful.
But she already had a much bigger monument than Barnum would ever have–thousands and thousands of hymns that are sung by millions of Christians to this day.
‘Savior, More Than Life to Me’
Let us turn to something infinitely more edifying–Savior, More Than Life to Me by Fanny Crosby, performed by the Harding College Concert Choir.
My thanks to Robert Cottrill–and visit his website, wordwisehymns.com ( http://wordwisehymns.com/2010/02/12/today-in-1894-albert-ketchum-born/ ).
The other day was the anniversary of Fanny Crosby’s death, in 1915. During her 95 years of life, this blind woman composed between 8,500 and 9,000 hymns! That deserves an exclamation point. Indeed, if you have a favorite hymn dating from the 19th or the early 20th century, chances are Fanny Crosby wrote it.
What a gift God gave her! And what a gift she was to us.