This was a Sunday school favorite–I Love to Tell the Story. And watch Alan Jackson closely. Are those tears on his cheeks? I think they are.
This was a Sunday school favorite–I Love to Tell the Story. And watch Alan Jackson closely. Are those tears on his cheeks? I think they are.
One of my all-time favorite hymns, going back to Sunday school–This Is My Father’s World, here sung by Fernando Ortega. I don’t know about you, but the beauty of God’s handiwork, coupled with a hymn like this, never fails to stir my soul.
Requested by Erlene, When You Call on Him, by Carroll Roberson. He’s singing by the shore of Sprague Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. Look how clean that water is! As if God had only just made it.
Please pray for me, my brain today feels like it ran head-on into a brick wall, but there are important things I want to write about and so far I just can’t do it. I very rarely have this problem and it always worries me when I do.
This hymn is simply glorious, and performed gloriously at Halifax Minster–Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise.
“Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.” (1 Timothy 1:17)
I’d never heard this beautiful hymn before, until just now, and I decided I liked it way too much to hold it off till tomorrow. I’m not going to run out of hymns to post, am I?
Hold Fast Till I Come, sung by the students at Fountainview Academy, against a backdrop of God’s handiwork–we can’t ask for more.
Here’s a spiritual for you, by the Original Carter Family–There’s No Hiding Place Down Here. This is plain, this is simple; this is raw. But that’s how God’s Word is, sometimes.
Requested by Erlene, The Way, sung by Carroll Roberson.
The hymn shop is always open, open to all. Anyone can request a hymn. Just leave a comment anywhere on the blog, and we’ll do the rest.
Enough of the nooze already! This hymn’s been in my mind all day, and to me that means I ought to post it. In the Sweet By and By–and who better to play it for us than our own esteemed colleagues, the Swanson Brothers, Joshua and Jeremy?
Kick back and let this gentle hymn wash over you… Ah! That’s good!
Businessman Horatio Spafford wrote this hymn after losing most of his wealth, his son in the Chicago Fire, and his four daughters in a shipwreck: It Is Well with My Soul (1876), sung by Acapeldridge (in four-part harmony with himself).
Joshua, I am so glad I put off this hymn request of yours until after all the trouble with the stolen credit card! It has done me good: thank you.
Requested by Joshua, Redeemed! How I Love to Proclaim It, a Fanny Crosby classic, sung by the Martin Family, with glorious photography of God’s handiwork by Vickie Barnes.