Had a bad night last night (“Ohm, get your bearings, Leester!”)
So let’s try a hymn by Fanny Crosby–He Hideth My Soul–and see if we can’t wake up here. Surely worth a try, wouldn’t you say?
This was the first hymn to come into my hind today: He Hideth My Soul, a classic by Fanny Crosby, published in 1890. Played by Nathan and Lyle and friends, deep in the heart of Texas.
I’ve been too worn out today to do much of anything… but one more hymn can’t hurt. It’s been a while since I posted this one.
From deep in the heart of Texas, He Hideth My Soul–a Funny Crosby hymn brought to you by Nathan (autoharp) and Lyle (guitar), plus friends and neighbors.
I haven’t posted this one in a while, have I? A Fanny Crosby classic from 1890–He Hideth My Soul. I’ll bet it’s in your hymnal. Sung here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.
It feels like it’s been ages since I posted this hymn: He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. I can ask the Lord to protect me from the failings of that dadburned catheter.
Fanny Crosby wrote eight or nine thousand hymns. This is one of them:
He Hideth My Soul, sung by the students from Fountainview Academy during their trip to Hawaii.
Background sets by God the Father.
(Overslept! Schedule all fakaka, more doctoring this afternoon… Please keep my in your prayers.)
First hymn to pop into my head today: He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby. Sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Background sets by God the Father.
I won’t be around tomorrow until sometime in the afternoon, if at all, and today I’m allowed no food.
Well, something told me to post He Hideth My Soul, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir: one of eight or nine thousand hymns written by Fanny Crosby.
I had problems posting a hymn today, but here, enjoy this–He Hideth My Soul, by Fanny Crosby, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. One of five or six thousand Fanny wrote.
Losing my turgor, here: I think I’ll post a hymn and then go outside to have a cigar and watch the honeybees at work. Then maybe I can tackle Oy, Rodney… if it doesn’t somehow write itself.
Anyway, this is the hymn that opened the door and came in: He Hideth My Soul, one of thousands (!!) of hymns written by Fanny Crosby. Sung here by the Antrim Mennonite Choir.