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Bonus Hymn (Wow!), ‘How Great Thou Art’

I had to post this as soon as I heard it, couldn’t wait until tomorrow. That’s okay, we won’t run out of hymns.

This is Sam Santiago, only ten years old, pouring out How Great Thou Art. Almost tipped me out of my chair. All I can say is, “Wow!”

Thanks to Patty’s friend, Carol, for sending us this.


‘How Great Thou Art’

This hymn brought me close to tears this morning–How Great Thou Art, sung by The Lutheran Warbler. My Grandma used to sing this as she went about her daily household chores. So did my mother. Hearing it brought them back to me.


Encore, ‘How Great Thou Art’

My mother used to sing this hymn while doing housework, and I can never hear it without thinking of her: How Great Thou Art, published 1885, sung here by the Blue Rock Mennonite Youth Choir.


Today’s Hymn, ‘How Great Thou Art’

My grandma and my mother used to hum this hymn while they went about their housework: it does bring them back to me. But of course the reason they hummed it was because it brought their Almighty Father back to them.

How Great Thou Art, by the Hymns Triumphant Performers–let it move you. God is love.

Off I go now, to the nursing home. Maybe I’ll be back in time to see what Joe Collidge is up to.


Still Sick, But You Get a Hymn Anyway

I forgot my allergies when I listened to this hymn–How Great Thou Art, sung beautifully by Chris Rice. My grandma, my mother, and my Aunt Millie (the Lutherans in the family) loved this hymn and used to sing it around the home: and to hear it today brought them back, as if they stood behind me in this room and put their arms around me. Thank you, my Father in Heaven!

Meanwhile, I’m a little better off today, thanks to the flutey-whatsit nasal spray recommended by “Unknowable” : thanks, kimosabe, that stuff really works.

I should be pretty much better by bedtime tonight.


By Request, ‘How Great Thou Art’

Here you go, Erlene–a nice rendition of How Great Thou Art.

I can’t hear this hymn without thinking of my Grandma, who used to hum it as she sewed. Grandma died when I was 11, a long time ago, but she has been much on my mind lately. Having raised six daughters, she was mighty happy when her first grandson came along, which was me. Oh, my grandparents on both sides were mighty good to me! And I will never stop missing them until we’re all together again. In Christ’s Kingdom.


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