I never knew of this hymn until I found it this morning. Here we have it a la Sunday school: just the one lady on the one piano, and you have to sing it yourself. Sometimes that’s the way I like it.
And now I have to go to the nursing home and hand in a whopping big box of Aunt Joan’s paperwork, which we will be exceedingly glad to get out of our hair–and even gladder if we did the job right and her future care is ensured. Good grief, imagine having to do this with clay tablets…
If God has blessed your art, this is what you get when you take a traditional African-American spiritual, Celtic mandolin music, and video of Scotland’s offshore islands–this wonderful rendition of Oh, Sinner Man! Where You Gonna Run To?
As this hymn makes so clear, there will indeed be judgment–and there’s nowhere any sinner can go to escape it. The sure escape is through belief and trust in Jesus Christ, who has already in His own person paid the penalty for our sins. But no amount of fast talk, no amount of money, no amount of political pull will suffice us. It’s very much a Jesus Christ-or-nothing proposition.
Our friend Linda Sorci is having a birthday today, and she’s asked us to play this worship song by Chris Christian, Praise the Lord. So here it is!
But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. –Psalm 22:3
Running late today, but never mind. And I hope you don’t mind letting a Hank Williams song do the honors today: I Saw the Light, from 1948. Oops, that’s old.
I can’t believe God isn’t pleased when our otherwise thoughtless popular culture turns around to praise Him. Poor Williams, a victim of incurable chronic back pain, died in 1953 at the age of 29 from a heart attack brought on by prescription drugs and alcohol. But he had this song to give us first–inspired, he said, by a remark made by his mother on their way home from church.
I haven’t posted this for quite a while–one of my favorites, Be Thou My Vision. This hymn comes to us from Ireland, back in the 8th century, and has never lost its power to stir our souls and remind us that we love our God.
Sing out louder, everybody, sing it louder: the times are evil, but our God is good.
Today’s hymn, Christ Triumphant, Ever Reigning, is sung by the choir at Lincoln Cathedral. Construction of this majestic house of worship began in 1088, and the video provides a tour while you’re listening to the hymn. Not to get carried away with the works of our own hands–a dangerous temptation: but God did create us in His image, and we can’t help wanting to create beautiful things, as He does. Hence the art and architecture, music and sculpture, devoted to God’s glory.
I don’t find it surprising that buildings designed by secularists look like drawers in a county morgue.
This is for Phoebe–That’s Why My Heart is Filled with Praise, sung by Christ Church Pentacostal.
How to Request a Hymn: Nothing could be easier. Just post your request as a comment anywhere on this blog, under any existing post. I’ll see it, and I’ll do the rest. All you gotta do is ask.
I love this hymn–the first hymn I ever taught myself to play on the harmonica. I don’t know who this is performing it, but it’s a beautiful performance and the accompanying images of God’s handiwork–well, I find it very stirring. Don’t you?
Here the sun is shining brightly on a smooth blanket of pure white snow, under an azure sky streaked with cottony clouds: this is my Father’s world.
I’ve been posting a hymn every day now for a year–or is it nearer two years?–and it seems to be that I’m more moved by them, emotionally, instead of less I find the sky and the snow more moving, too, along with everything else out there: my Father’s handiwork, all of which speaks softly, “God is nigh.” And I know they speak truth: I can feel it.
You feel it, too, don’t you? And if only we knew how to express it!
This hymn stirs my soul. I hope it stirs yours, too.
Written by Charles Wesley. Sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. Blessed by Our Father in Heaven.