“Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,” Psalm 100 tells us–so let’s do that. Alan Jackson has two hymns for us here–Are You Washed in the Blood? and I’ll Fly Away, the one flowing into the other.
“Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,” Psalm 100 tells us–so let’s do that. Alan Jackson has two hymns for us here–Are You Washed in the Blood? and I’ll Fly Away, the one flowing into the other.
Well, we’ve got some worship going on here today, and I feel honored to be hosting it.
Hymn request! From Phoebe: Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?, by Alan Jackson. And you get a bonus, because he segues right into I’ll Fly Away.
Phoebe got two for the price of one out of this hymn request: Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?… floating right into I’ll Fly Away. Alan Jackson does make it look easy.
“Thewhiterabbit” asked for this hymn–and who better to play it for us than our own friends and colleagues, Joshua and Jeremy Swanson?
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When I saw this hymn on the list of your favorities, I remembered there’s a video of our own dear friends and colleagues, Joshua and Jeremy Swanson, performing it on their guitars–I’ll Fly Away, a good old-fashioned country hymn. We’re doubly thankful that the typhoon missed them last weekend.
This is a bonus hymn, an instrumental by our esteemed colleagues, Joshua and Jeremy: I’ll Fly Away. These two guys are very thoroughly loved around here. With young people like these (and others–you know who you are!), you just have to have hope for the future.
I really enjoy the way these two friends of ours play music. I’ll Fly Away is a traditional country him.
What do we have to do to get these guys to sing, too?
Requested by Joshua, here you get two hymns for the price of one, as Alan Jackson segues easily from Are You Washed in the Blood? to I’ll Fly Away.
Call it a sheltered Yankee upbringing, but I never heard hymns played on a banjo until just now. I like it!
This young woman plays He Leadeth Me (one of my favorites) and I’ll Fly Away. She slips a little, here and there, but I don’t think we ought to mind. I’m sure God doesn’t.
Something about this goes to my heart–for which I give thanks.