Our Favorite Hymns

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  1. DanielFive

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    I thought it would be a good idea to start a thread where we could share our favorite hymns. We could compile a BB Hymnal. I'll start the ball rolling with one of my favorites.

    Text : Romans 8:35
    Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?


    O Love that wilt not let me go,
    I rest my weary soul in thee;
    I give thee back the life I owe,
    That in thine ocean depths its flow
    May richer, fuller be.

    O light that followest all my way,
    I yield my flickering torch to thee;
    My heart restores its borrowed ray,
    That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
    May brighter, fairer be.

    O Joy that seekest me through pain,
    I cannot close my heart to thee;
    I trace the rainbow through the rain,
    And feel the promise is not vain,
    That morn shall tearless be.

    O Cross that liftest up my head,
    I dare not ask to fly from thee;
    I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
    And from the ground there blossoms red
    Life that shall endless be.


    Written by : George Matheson

    The History behind the Hymn

    We often wonder why it is that God allows His saints to suffer so much hardship. Yet, it's true that He does. The latter part of Hebrews chapter eleven is proof positive, if such proof is needed, that this is so.

    However, God has a purpose in everything. He doesn't do things by whim or by chance. Everything is reasoned and planned, and for the very best of motives. When he does ask His child to endure hardship, it is never out of malice or spite, but that the believer may learn to trust Him more.

    Yet, it's wonderful how so many of these trials become triumphs; and how seemingly impossible situations turn into milestones of blessing.

    Surely, one such is the experience which led George Matheson to write those lovely words, O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go.

    George Matheson was bom in Glasgow, Scotland, on 27th March, 1842. Before he was very old it was discovered that he suffered from a disease which would eventually cause him to become completely blind. Despite this, he pressed on with his studies, and, in due course entered university, graduating with honours, when he was 19.

    It was while at university that he suffered the stunning blow which later prompted the writing of his beautiful hymn.

    He had met and fallen in love with a young woman, also a student at the university, and, in due course, they planned to be married. But then George had to tell her the awful news that one day he would be blind! Would she still marry him?

    To his astonishment and grief her blunt answer came, striking to his heart wi th the force of a dagger: I do not want to be the wife of a blind man.' And with that they parted.

    Years later the memory of that rebuff came flooding back on the eve of his sister's wedding; and in less than five minutes he penned those immortal words.

    Matheson recorded that they were 'the fruits of suffering, written when I was alone and suffering a mental anguish over something that no one else knew.'

    This story will surely strike a sympathetic chord in the heart of every reader. Who among us would care to suffer the deep personal hurt which was George Matheson's; yet who among us has not been blessed with the words which were born out of that desperate experience?

    That George Matheson triumphed over his great disappointment is evident. After leaving university he spent another four years in the study of theology, preparing himself for the ministry.

    His first pastorate was at lnnellan on the Clyde, where he stayed for 18 years. It was while there that he received a summons to preach before Her Majesty Queen Victoria. The Queen was so impressed by his preaching and prayers that she presented him with a small sculpture of herself. She had the thoughtfulness not to present a blind man with a photograph.

    His ministry continued, long, faithful and fruitful, until August 28th 1906, when, on a much needed holiday, he was called home to be with his Saviour. His body was laid to rest in the family vault at Glasgow.

    Some would say that much of the success of O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go, results from the tune 'Saint Margaret.' It was composed by Dr. Albert L. Peace; who was organist at Glasgow Cathedral and it came to him while sitting on the sandy shores of the Arran Island.
     
  2. Su Wei

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    my best loved hymn:

    Be Thou My Vision

    Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
    Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
    Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
    Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

    Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
    I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
    Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
    Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

    Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
    Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
    Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
    High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

    High King of heaven, my victory won,
    May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s Sun!
    Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
    Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
     
  3. Travelsong

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    I guess I'd have to go with this one. I know there are some here who believe we must be stiff necked, rigid, and only intellectually contemplative about the subject matter of our singing, so I hope I don't offend by saying that the fourth verse sometimes reduces me to tears.


    And can it be that I should gain

    And can it be that I should gain
    An interest in the Savior’s blood?
    Died He for me, who caused His pain—
    For me, who Him to death pursued?
    Amazing love! How can it be,
    That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
    Amazing love! How can it be,
    That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

    ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
    Who can explore His strange design?
    In vain the firstborn seraph tries
    To sound the depths of love divine.
    ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
    Let angel minds inquire no more.
    ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
    Let angel minds inquire no more.

    He left His Father’s throne above
    So free, so infinite His grace—
    Emptied Himself of all but love,
    And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
    ’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
    For O my God, it found out me!
    ’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
    For O my God, it found out me!

    Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
    Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
    Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
    I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
    My chains fell off, my heart was free,
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
    My chains fell off, my heart was free,
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.


    Still the small inward voice I hear,
    That whispers all my sins forgiven;
    Still the atoning blood is near,
    That quenched the wrath of hostile heaven.
    I feel the life His wounds impart;
    I feel the Savior in my heart.
    I feel the life His wounds impart;
    I feel the Savior in my heart.

    No condemnation now I dread;
    Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
    Alive in Him, my living Head,
    And clothed in righteousness divine,
    Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
    And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
    Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
    And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
     
  4. Dr. Bob

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    Love ancient hymns, but this one from Appalachia has touched my heart of late . .

    Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
    Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
    Jesus, ready, stands to save you,
    Full of pity, love and power.

    Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
    God's free bounty glorify;
    True belief and true repentance,
    Every grace that brings you nigh.

    Let not conscience make you linger,
    Nor of fitness fondly dream;
    All the fitness He requireth
    Is to feel your need of Him.

    Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
    Lost and ruined by the fall;
    If you tarry till you're better,
    You will never come at all.

    I will arise and go to Jesus,
    He will embrace me in His arms;
    In the arms of my dear Savior,
    O, there are ten thousand charms.
     
  5. Haruo

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    That's a great hymn, but it's not from Appalachia. It was written by Joseph Hart (click for CyberHymnal bio page), who was born and died in London, England. Now, both of the tunes the Cyber Hymnal gives (Click for page with MIDI links) for the hymn, Restoration (from The Southern Harmony) and Beach Spring (from The Sacred Harp) are from Appalachia or somewhere near by it, and it may be the tune you meant. Which one do you use?

    Haruo
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  6. Molly

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    Love this one,too! [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
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    All good choices. (BTW, Haruo, I grew up singing "Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy" to "Restoration.")

    As before, I go with "Jesus, Lover of My Soul." (I learned it to "Martyn" but am swinging toward "Aberystwyth." "Martyn" has possibilities, but it needs to be smoothed out a bit.)

    [ April 22, 2003, 09:27 PM: Message edited by: rsr ]
     
  8. Mike McK

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    Bob, if you can find it, Julie Miller has a beautiful version of "I Will Arise (and Go To Jesus)" on her debut album, "Meet Julie Miller".
     
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    Haruo, in my church experience, we have sung "Come, ye sinners, poor and needy" mostly to the tune "Restoration." In the Sacred Harp, as you mention, we sing it to "Beach Spring," and we also sing one version of "Come, Thou fount of every blessing" set to "Restoration," with the chorus "I will rise and go to Jesus." I don't think that chorus is part of the original hymn by Hart.

    I'm really couldn't say the hymn below is my favorite. But it is a recently-learned one (not part of my church background or tradition, though it has recently been added back to our Sacred Harp book with the tune "Vernon" by Lucius Chapin) which I find very moving. The text by Charles Wesley is based on Gen 32:24-32, and was found in Hymns and Sacred Poems (1742). It is told that Isaac Watts said that this one single hymn by Wesley was worth all the hymns which he (Watts) had written. That is sincere and high praise (in my estimation based on how well I think of Watts' hymns).

    WRESTLING JACOB (8s. 6 lines)

    Come, O thou Traveler unknown,
    Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
    My company before is gone,
    And I am left alone with Thee;
    With Thee all night I mean to stay,
    And wrestle till the break of day.

    I need not tell Thee who I am,
    My misery and sin declare;
    Thyself hast called me by my name,
    Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
    But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
    Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

    In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
    I never will unloose my hold!
    Art Thou the Man that died for me?
    The secret of Thy love unfold;
    Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
    Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

    Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
    Thy new, unutterable Name?
    Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
    To know it now resolved I am;
    Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
    Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.

    'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue
    Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
    Though every sinew be unstrung,
    Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
    Wrestling I will not let Thee go
    Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

    What though my shrinking flesh complain,
    And murmur to contend so long?
    I rise superior to my pain,
    When I am weak, then I am strong
    And when my all of strength shall fail,
    I shall with the God-man prevail.

    Contented now upon my thigh
    I halt, till life's short journey end;
    All helplessness, all weakness I
    On Thee alone for strength depend;
    Nor have I power from Thee to move:
    Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.

    My strength is gone, my nature dies,
    I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
    Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
    I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
    I stand and will not let Thee go
    Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.

    Yield to me now, for I am weak,
    But confident in self-despair;
    Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
    Be conquered by my instant prayer;
    Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
    And tell me if Thy Name is Love.


    'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
    I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
    The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
    Pure, universal love Thou art;
    To me, to all, Thy bowels move;
    Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.

    My prayer hath power with God; the grace
    Unspeakable I now receive;
    Through faith I see Thee face to face,
    I see Thee face to face, and live!
    In vain I have not wept and strove;
    Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.

    I know Thee, Savior, who Thou art.
    Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;
    Nor wilt Thou with the night depart.
    But stay and love me to the end,
    Thy mercies never shall remove;
    Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.


    The Sun of righteousness on me
    Hath rose with healing in His wings,
    Withered my nature's strength; from Thee
    My soul its life and succor brings;
    My help is all laid up above;
    Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.

    Lame as I am, I take the prey,
    Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;
    I leap for joy, pursue my way,
    And as a bounding hart fly home,
    Through all eternity to prove
    Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
     
  10. rsr

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    Thanks, rlvaughn.

    Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown from Cyberhymnal
     
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    How Great Thou Art gets my vote..the words move me every time...

    O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder
    Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
    I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
    Thy pow’r thro’out the universe displayed.

    Chorus
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee.
    How great Though art! How great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee.
    How great Though art! How great Thou art!

    When thro’ the woods and forest glades I wander
    And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
    When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
    And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze,

    Chorus

    And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
    Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
    That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
    He bled and died to take away my sin.

    Chorus

    When Christ shall come with should of acclamation
    And take me home, what joys shall fill my heart!
    Then I shall bow in humble adoration
    And there proclaim: my God, how great Thou art!

    Chorus
     
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    It's difficult to narrow the choice down to just one, but if I had to choose it would be this one:

    Love Lifted Me

    I was sinking deep in sin
    Far from the peaceful shore,
    Very deeply stained within
    Sinking to rise no more.
    But the Master of the sea
    Heard my dispairing cry,
    From the waters lifted me
    Now safe am I.

    CHORUS

    Love lifted me, Love lifted me
    When nothing else could help,
    Love lifted me
    Love lifted me, Love lifted me,
    When nothing else could help
    Love lifted me

    Souls in danger, look above
    Jesus completely saves
    He will lift you, by His love
    Out of the angry waves.
    He's the Master of the sea
    Billows His will obey,
    He your Savior wants to be
    Be saved today.

    All my heart to Him I give,
    Ever to Him I'll cling,
    In His Blessed Presence live,
    Ever His praises sing.
    Love so mighty and so true
    Merits my soul's best songs
    Faithful loving service too
    To Him Belongs!

    I have been singing this song for as far back as I can remember, and the message it conveys is timeless.
     
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    I do not know all the words to these so I will not post them as of yet. But my favorite hymns are:

    Nothing but the Blood
    There is a fountain filled with Blood
    When we all get to Heaven
    Keep on the Firing Line
    Ill Fly Away
    Sweet Hour of Prayer

    These songs are a blessing!
     
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    That's the one I was going to post! And Can It Be, by Charles Wesley, is by far my favorite, however Luther's, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, may be a close second:

    A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
    Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
    For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
    His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
    On earth is not his equal.

    Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
    Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
    Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
    Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
    And He must win the battle.

    And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
    We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
    The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
    His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
    One little word shall fell him.

    That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
    The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
    Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
    The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
    His kingdom is forever.



    SDG,
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    SHORT STORY. My wife and I were often separated as I travelled. When home, we enjoyed sitting together in church. One Sunday my wife told me about Grace, a patient of hers, that was terminally ill. She had come, grasping at straws, with only weeks to live.

    That week, my wife had sweetly led this lady to faith in the Lord, then invited her to church. Of course, she came AND sat down right between us!

    I was miffed, but as we sang this hymn, teaching it to this former buddhist who had just trusted God, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "That's me. That's me." I was numbed. And she whispered, "It won't be long until He opens those gates for me!"

    She died 3 weeks later. Kinda puts an old standard hymn in a different light.

    Love divine, so great and wondrous,
    Deep and mighty, pure sublime!
    Coming from the heart of Jesus,
    Just the same through tests of time.

    Refrain

    He the pearly gates will open,
    So that I may enter in;
    For He purchased my redemption
    And forgave me all my sin.

    Like a dove when hunted, frightened,
    As a wounded fawn was I;
    Brokenhearted, yet He healed me,
    He will heed the sinner’s cry.

    Refrain

    Love divine, so great and wondrous,
    All my sins He then forgave!
    I will sing His praise forever,
    For His blood, His power to save.

    Refrain

    In life’s eventide, at twilight,
    At His door I’ll knock and wait;
    By the precious love of Jesus
    I shall enter Heaven’s gate.

    Refrain
     
  16. Haruo

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    Thanks for the uplifting story. You call this an "old standard hymn", but frankly I've never heard of it before. I see in the Cyber Hymnal that it's a translation from the Swedish. Anybody know what the Swedish title/incipit is? (Or the whole Swedish text, for that matter?)

    Haruo
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    Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
    Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
    Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
    And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

    Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
    Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
    Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
    The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

    Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
    And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
    Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
    And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

    Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
    And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
    His glories now we sing, Who died, and rose on high,
    Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

    Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways
    From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
    His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
    Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

    Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
    Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
    No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
    But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

    Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
    Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
    Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
    Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

    Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
    Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
    Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
    Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

    Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
    Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
    All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
    Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

    _-_-_-_-_-_

    I just MIGHT have mentioned this one once or twice ;)

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    Heres another of my favorites, I heard this the night I was saved.

    How deep the Father's love for us
    How vast beyond all measure
    That He should give His only Son
    To make a wretch His treasure

    How great the pain of searing loss
    The Father turns His face away
    As wounds which mar the Chosen One
    Bring many sons to glory

    Behold the Man upon the cross
    My sin upon His shoulders
    Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
    Call out among the scoffers

    It was my sin that held Him there
    Until it was accomplished
    His dying breath has brought me life
    I know that it is finished

    I will not boast in anything
    No gifts, no power, no wisdom
    But I will boast in Jesus Christ
    His death and resurrection

    Why should I gain from His reward?
    I cannot give an answer
    But this I know with all my heart
    His wounds have paid my ransom


    I don't know much about this hymn, I think it was wrote by Stuart Townsend and could be quite a modern hymn. It just sums up how I was feeling when I came to the Lord.

    God Bless

    Enda
     
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    Thanks! I've never heard that one either (and still haven't since you don't say what the tune is!). On an Anglican hymn site I find the lyrics with the following notice:
    "Copyright 1995 Kingsway's Thankyou Music,
    PO Box 75, Eastbourne, East Sussex BN23 6NW , U.K.
    Hymn 224 in the Irish Church Hymnal 5th Edition"

    ... which suggests if we had the Irish Church Hymnal V we could look up the tune. Anybody? Any of you UK folks have access to that hymnal?

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    Pete, it's worth mentioning again.

    Because Easter is just around the corner, I will submit "Christ the Lord Is Risen Today."
     

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