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‘Light of the World’

I hope you don’t mind my posting this again–Light of the World by Charles Wesley, sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. If there’s another hymn you’d like to see today, just tell me and I’ll post it. But this somehow puts me in the arms of Jesus Christ my savior, and that is a good place to be.


By Request, ‘For Unto Us a Child is Born’

“Thewhiterabbit” recommended this: from G.F. Handel’s The Messiah, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, For Unto Us a Child is Born. The text, of course, is from Isaiah 9:6, “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.”

Come, Lord Jesus, Come!


‘Abide With Me’

My wife let it slip last night that she loves this hymn, so, for her and all the rest of you out there, here it is: Abide With Me, sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. This hymn will keep you company all day, if you let it.


Christmas Music, 2017

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For the first time in eight years we have a president who will say “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Generic Holiday.” I think we should be grateful for it.

To celebrate the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the Word of God made flesh, the only begotten Son of God born into our wretched fallen world to save it, I throw open this blog to you, the readers, and your requests for Christmas music. Any music that celebrates the birth of Christ is eligible and will be posted here. Sorry, no “Santa Baby” here: real Christmas carols only.

It doesn’t matter if a song has already been posted–if you ask for it, we’ll post it. Make as many requests as you like, there’s no limit. If you’ve never requested a hymn post before, well, come on now, join in the fun.

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!


‘O When Shall I See Jesus?’

The question is not “Will we see Jesus,” but “When?” This is what we must believe. This is our fuel, our hope. This keeps us going: O When Shall I See Jesus, sung by the kids at Fountainview Academy, British Columbia.

If you ever thought a high-walled narrow gorge with water at the bottom might make for really good acoustics–well, it looks like you were right.


‘God of Our Fathers’

From St. Bartholomew’s Church, New York City: God of Our Fathers.

Let this hymn serve as a timely reminder of the eternal majesty of God the Father, who made the heavens and the earth and all things in them: of whom it is rightly said, the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. As Steve Brown often preached, “If you’re not a little bit afraid, then it’s not God you’re talking to.” For further information, revisit Isaiah Chapter 6.


‘Fairest Lord Jesus’ (Children’s Choir)

This is the children’s choir at Truro Cathedral, in Cornwall; and this is hope. Our hope is in the Lord. Fairest Lord Jesus is an ancient hymn, but, as you can see, still full of life.

If you’re new to this blog, we like to start every day with a hymn or worship song, and we take requests. So if you have a favorite hymn you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.


‘For the Beauty of the Earth’

With the ugliness of our current political season approaching a point beyond belief, now turn we unto God’s stuff: For the Beauty of the Earth, sung by Heather Prusse, packed with photos of God’s created beauty–preserved by Him, despite the fallen status of this world. The beauty is there for a reason: to testify that God is nigh.


‘Blessed Assurance’ (A Capella)

I need all the assurance that My Lord can give me, all the time. And sometimes we can find it in a hymn. This is the Harpeth Gospel Quartet, with no musical instruments but their voices, singing Fanny Crosby’s Blessed Assurance. And the beautiful scenery on the background testifies that God is nigh.


‘Sweet Hour of Prayer’

This is a beautiful rendition by Alan Jackson: brings a tear to my eye. Sweet Hour of Prayer was one of the hymns my mother used to play on the record player as she did her housework. I’d hear it at Grandma’s house, too, from time to time. These loving memories stir my soul; and just at this moment I don’t think it’d be wise to try to talk about them out loud. Thank you, Mr. Jackson.


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