Susan asked for this yesterday, and at the time I said, “Gee, I’m sure I posted that one just a little while ago…” But what was I thinking? This is Revive Us Again–and I don’t know about you, but I can always use some reviving! There is so much to weary our souls, and only Jesus can refresh them.
Nathan on auto harp, Lyle on guitar–this is my favorite rendition of the hymn. Even the deer around here like it, when I whistle it to them.
Please bear with my hymn selection–Nathan (auto-harp) and Lyle (guitar) from Denton County, Texas, performing a classic 19th-century hymn, Revive Us Again. I will have to work two or three times as hard as usual this week, just to catch up, and I need reviving.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be late because I have to take Robbie’s sister, Peep, to the vet… for I don’t know what. I pray it turns out to be nothing. Peep is Patty’s little shadow who follows her everywhere she goes.
This is the hymn that was with me this morning, so this is the hymn I’m posting–Revive Us Again, sung by Nathan (auto-harp) and Lyle from Denton County, Texas.
For the many of you who are new to this blog, we like to start each day with a hymn and we take requests. So if you have a favorite hymn that you’d like to see posted here, just let me know.
I don’t know about you, but after yesterday and this morning (more later), I need a lot of reviving. And this is the version I like best, by Nathan and Lyle in Denton County, Texas.
Last night I taught myself to play this hymn on my harmonica, so that’s a plus.
This is the hymn that’s with me this morning. The deer seem to like it when I whistle it to them: Revive Us Again (music from 1815, words from 1863), sung by the congregation at the Bible Believers Fellowship in Ohio. In case you were thinking that the popular song from the Depression Era, Hallelujah I’m a Bum, sung to the same melody, came first–no, the hymn came first.
Happy New Year, everybody!
If there’s anything our country needs more than a revival of its Christian faith, I can’t imagine what it is. So let this be our first hymn of 2017.
Yes, I know I’ve posted it before. I am standing by to post my readers’ hymn requests.
If you enjoy the way Nathan and Lyle perform this hymn, you’ll find more at their website, http://www.music-folk-play-hymns-com .
I know I’ve been repeating myself lately with these hymns; but I love this fine old hymn from 1863, and this is the one I woke up with this morning. I looked at a lot of versions, but for my money, Nathan and Lyle do it best–even if they’ve gone all Hollywood and provided themselves with a music stand.
I haven’t been getting many hymn requests of late, and I would dearly love to post some from readers who haven’t done this before. Come on in! The hymn shop’s always open, and everything in it is free.
It’s only 10 o’clock, and I’ve already seen and heard enough bad news to last me all weekend.
So for some good news, instead, Revive Us Again, one more time, with Nathan and Lyle on auto-harp and guitar.
And now it’s off to the nursing home. See you later, everybody.
The music for this hymn was written in 1815. Here’s Gary Chapman performing it solo, with guitar.
Do we, the American people, need revival?
Are you kidding? When Jesus came to resurrect Lazarus, Martha protested, “Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days.” (John 11:390) I don’t know that America is yet entirely dead, spiritually–but certainly she stinketh.
May He who called the dead man out of his grave call us.
Well, whistle, actually. Nobody wants to hear me sing.
Here in my home town, where various “progressive” schemes have almost totally erased all vestiges of the natural world, there is still a little-bitty “park” in my neighborhood, up on a hilltop. Calling it a park is a bit much. It’s really some three acres of waste land with a lot of fallen trees.
I went for a walk there yesterday. My elbow is still not healed, and walking is the only form of exercise I can do. I like the steep paths in the little park, so up I went, whistling as I climbed.
Suddenly I saw a deer, watching me. Then I discovered it was four full-grown deer. I was whistling Revive Us Again, and they listened attentively for as long as I kept it up. When I stopped, they melted into the background underbrush as silently as smoke. Now you see them, now you don’t.
I realize that for a lot of you, deer are no big deal, maybe even a daily nuisance. But here in the paved-over heart of New Jersey, I’m always amazed when I see one–let alone four at once. How they eke out a living around here, I can’t imagine: but these looked healthy.
They also knew a fine old hymn when they heard one.