American Patriotic Songs Part II

American Patriotic Songs Part II:

In 1961 as a boy of nine years old, I was brought from Kingston Jamaica to Los Angeles California. I remember those first years in school from grades 3rd to 6th: learning to read and write, struggling with my Jamaican accent, and trying to catch up and fit in the American way. I was a white boy, and the only prejudice that I knew was a small degree coming from the Jamaican blacks who were the majority. In Los Angeles I discovered a new and violent kind of racial prejudice and discrimination as a cultural divide. In grammar school we were being taught about the Civil War of Abraham Lincoln’s time, and all about slavery and the emancipation of the blacks or colored folks. My first required memory lessons outside of learning to read, write, and math, was to know and say: “I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
The next required memorization was the President Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address of 1863:
“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

But it was another document of Abraham Lincoln in 1863 that we were being told about that was even more important for us to know and understand and remember.
The Proclamation of Emancipation. January 1, 1863 by the President of the United States of America:

” Whereas, on the twenty-second day of September, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two, a proclamation was issued by the President of the United States, containing, among other things, the following, to wit:
“That on the first day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, all persons held as slaves within any State or designated part of a State, the people whereof shall then be in rebellion against the United States, shall be then, thenceforward, and forever free; and the Executive Government of the United States, including the military and naval authority thereof, will recognize and maintain the freedom of such persons, and will do no act or acts to repress such persons, or any of them, in any efforts they may make for their actual freedom.
“That the Executive will, on the first day of January aforesaid, by proclamation, designate the States and parts of States, if any, in which the people thereof, respectively, shall then be in rebellion against the United States; and the fact that any State, or the people thereof, shall on that day be, in good faith, represented in the Congress of the United States by members chosen thereto at elections wherein a majority of the qualified voters of such State shall have participated, shall, in the absence of strong countervailing testimony, be deemed conclusive evidence that such State, and the people thereof, are not then in rebellion against the United States.”
Now, therefore I, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, by virtue of the power in me vested as Commander-in-Chief, of the Army and Navy of the United States in time of actual armed rebellion against the authority and government of the United States, and as a fit and necessary war measure for suppressing said rebellion, do, on this first day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and in accordance with my purpose so to do publicly proclaimed for the full period of one hundred days, from the day first above mentioned, order and designate as the States and parts of States wherein the people thereof respectively, are this day in rebellion against the United States, the following, to wit:
Arkansas, Texas, Louisiana, (except the Parishes of St. Bernard, Plaquemines, Jefferson, St. John, St. Charles, St. James Ascension, Assumption, Terrebonne, Lafourche, St. Mary, St. Martin, and Orleans, including the City of New Orleans) Mississippi, Alabama, Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia, (except the forty-eight counties designated as West Virginia, and also the counties of Berkley, Accomac, Northampton, Elizabeth City, York, Princess Ann, and Norfolk, including the cities of Norfolk and Portsmouth[)], and which excepted parts, are for the present, left precisely as if this proclamation were not issued.
And by virtue of the power, and for the purpose aforesaid, I do order and declare that all persons held as slaves within said designated States, and parts of States, are, and henceforward shall be free; and that the Executive government of the United States, including the military and naval authorities thereof, will recognize and maintain the freedom of said persons.
And I hereby enjoin upon the people so declared to be free to abstain from all violence, unless in necessary self-defence; and I recommend to them that, in all cases when allowed, they labor faithfully for reasonable wages.
And I further declare and make known, that such persons of suitable condition, will be received into the armed service of the United States to garrison forts, positions, stations, and other places, and to man vessels of all sorts in said service.
And upon this act, sincerely believed to be an act of justice, warranted by the Constitution, upon military necessity, I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind, and the gracious favor of Almighty God.
In witness whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the City of Washington, this first day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty three, and of the Independence of the United States of America the eighty-seventh.”

So it is fitting to share some of those songs that came out of that slavery and its end of those Americans who were not yet free and equal to the other Americans: (One last remark in this regard, the songs of the native American Indians and certain immigrants are not to be forgotten. The American Indians were almost completely exterminated. The Civil War paid in blood for the a slavery doctrine that should have been resolved by the Constitution of the Founding Fathers a hundred years earlier; but 600,000 plus lives of Americans, along with countless others maimed, wounded, and driven insane, with countless families destroyed, to resolve the wrong and the doctrine.)
The Emancipation Spirituals were such songs:
“During the Civil War many runaway slaves, then known as “contrabands,” sought refuge in Washington, D.C. President Lincoln frequently visited contraband camps, often stopping on his way to the Summer White House. On one documented occasion of a meeting at the contraband camp on Seventh Street in 1863, the meeting opened with a prayer followed by all singing, “America.” For an hour the group, including Lincoln, sang spirituals such as “The Song of the Contrabands” – “Go Down Moses.” The president wiped tears from his eyes at the singing of “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen.” When they sang “Free at Last” Lincoln bowed his head. Lincoln’s friend and an employee at the White House, Aunt Mary Dines, remembered that the president, although sometimes choked with emotion, sang along with the group. When he came to the camp, he was not the President. He was just like them. He stood and sang and prayed as they did.”
“Free At Last (Anon): This was a bold song of “deliverance” for the slaves. The bold word “free” is couched in the symbolism of the Bible.”
“Go Down Moses (Anon): This song was a favorite among black troops during the Civil War. It was known as “The Song of the Contrabands.”
“Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen (Anon): This is one of the most moving of the spirituals of the mid-nineteenth century.”
“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot (Anon): “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” was one of the first spirituals universally sung by Afro-Americans and was undoubtedly one of the most popular spirituals during Foster’s time.

1. “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I’m coming, too
Coming for to carry me home
I’m sometimes up and sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home
The brightest day that I can say
Coming for to carry me home
When Jesus washed my sins away
Coming for to carry me home
If I get there before you do
Coming for to carry me home
I’ll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming for to carry me home


2. “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen”

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Nobody knows my sorrow
Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Glory, Hallelujah

Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Glory, Hallelujah

Sometimes I’m up
Sometimes I’m down
Oh, yes, Lord
Sometimes I’m almost to the ground
Oh, yes, Lord


3. “Go Down Moses”
Go down Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let My people go!
When Israel was in Egypt land
Let My people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
Let My people go!
So the God said: go down, Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let My people go!
So Moses went to Egypt land
Let My people go!
He made all pharaoes understand
Let My people go!
Yes the Lord said: go down, Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let My people go!
Thus spoke the Lord, bold Moses said:
-let My people go!
if not I’ll smite, your firstborn’s dead
-let My people go!
God-the Lord said : go down, Moses
Way down in Egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let My people go!
Tell all pharaoes
To let My people go


4. “Kum Bay Yah, My Lord, Kum Bay Yah” (Sung with many variant or alternative words or lines in many versions) (1920 ?)

Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Kum bay ya, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone’s laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s laughing, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone’s crying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s crying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s crying, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone’s praying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s praying, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s praying, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

Someone’s singing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s singing, my Lord, kum bay ya;
Someone’s singing, my Lord, kum bay ya,
O Lord, kum bay ya.

((Alternatives: Hear me crying, my Lord, kum bay ya;…Hear me singing, my Lord, kum bay ya;…Hear me praying, my Lord, kum bay ya;…Oh, I need you, my Lord, kum bay ya;…. Someone need you, Lord, come by here….Now I need you, Lord, come by here….In the mornin’ see, Lord, come by here,…I gon’ need you, Lord, come by here,….Oh, Sinners need you, Lord, come by here….Come by here, my Lord, come by here,….In the morning – morning, won’t you come by here Mornin’ – morning, won’t you come by here,…. For the sun, that rises in the sky For the rhythm of the falling rain For all life, great or small For all that’s true, for all you do….For the second on this world you made, For the love that will never fade, For a heart beating with joy, For all that’s real, for all we feel…..))


5. “Cherokee Nation Trail of Tears” “Indian Reservation (The Lament of the Cherokee Reservation Indian)”
by John D. Loudermilk 1958. (“When he was asked by the Viva! NashVegas radio show about the origins of the Raider’s hit song “Indian Reservation”, Loudermilk told that he wrote the song after his car was snowed in by a blizzard and being taken in by Cherokee Indians. He claimed that the chief “Bloody Bear Tooth” asked him to make a song about his people’s plight and the Trail of Tears. Loudermilk, after being awarded the first medal of the Cherokee nation for this, was asked to read an old ledger book kept during The Trail of Tears. As he read through the names, he discovered his great grandparents, at the age of 91, were marched 1,600 miles (2,600 km) during the plight.”) (At the time I became a Christian to follow Christ, my best friend was a Yaqui Indian, he had introduced me to heroin, Bob Dylan music, and Indian sufferings. But the most influence on my soul towards the Native American Indians started with the movie “Hombre” in 1967 while I was in the Jewish Foster Home. So often when I heard “Running Bear Loved Little White Dove” over the radio over the years I often thought that it was my experience identified in theirs. )

They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife
Took away our native tongue
And taught their English to our young
And all the beads we made by hand
Are nowadays made in Japan

Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe
So proud to live, so proud to die
They took the whole Indian nation
Locked us on this reservation

Though I wear a shirt and tie
I’m still part redman deep inside
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe
So proud to live, so proud to die
But maybe someday when they learn
Cherokee nation will return, will return, will return
Will return, will return


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American Patriotic Songs (Part I)

American Patriotic Songs (Part I)

A few days ago we celebrated Independence Day on July 4th in the USA, which brought memories of our national history from the Revolutionary War to the Civil War to the present. We may easily divide our history into three parts based on the Wars that have defined and molded us: the Revolutionary War of George Washington’s times between America and Britain for Independence and Liberty; the Civil War of Abraham Lincoln’s day between the North and the South to preserve the Union and abolish Slavery; and World War Two which has created a new world order with America as the greatest super power among the nations.
While I contemplated what patriotic songs to share for this annual holiday I was sent by email one of those songs that I have encountered among the churches over the years. So beginning with ‘America the Beautiful’, then we have ‘My Country Tis of Thee’, then next ‘Star Spangled Banner’, and last ‘The Battle Hymn Of The Republic’. These four songs echoes our national experiences from Washington to Lincoln from Independence to Emancipation. Yet these songs do not reflect the complete story, nor portray the fuller picture, which we must share next week some songs which complete our national reflection and memorial. But for now here is our celebration and patriotic songs.

1. ‘America the Beautiful’ ‘Katharine Lee Bates, a 33-year-old English literature teacher at Wellesley College, was on “a merry expedition up Pike’s Peak” in Colorado in 1893 when she looked out “over the sea-like expanse of fertile country spreading away so far under those ample skies.” In an instant, she said, “the opening lines of the hymn floated into my mind.” Those lines became “America the Beautiful” — a song that has featured in countless parades and band concerts.’
“The song has always stirred deep emotion. “I can’t read the lines without swallowing hard,” one early reader wrote Bates. Voices quavered as crowds solemnly sang the song outside the White House in 1941 after Pearl Harbor and, six decades later, at Ground Zero after 9/11.
In 1979, Pope John Paul II recited its fervent prayer — “America, America, God shed his grace on thee” — as he descended from his plane on his first trip to this country.
The many memorable recordings and renditions — from Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Willie Nelson, Mariah Carey and others — all share a moving simplicity, without the vocal acrobatics that too often accompany “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
The music plays a large part in the song’s mystique. Samuel Howe, a church organist, composed it during an 1882 ferry ride from Coney Island to his home in Newark — for an entirely different hymn. It was attached to Bates’ words in 1904 after his death.”

2. ‘My Country Tis of Thee’ – National Hymn of the United States.
“My Country ‘Tis of Thee (also known as “America”) is a patriotic hymn written by Samuel F. Smith in 1832, while a student at Andover Theological Seminary in Andover, Massachusetts. My Country ‘Tis of Thee was first performed on July 4, 1832 at the Park Street Church in Boston, Massachusetts. Remarkably, about 500 Sunday school children premiered the piece at a memorable Independence Day celebration. Samuel F. Smith was a Baptist minister, author, and journalist. The melody had traveled around Europe in several variations, including “God Save the King.” Even Beethoven and Haydn had used the music in some of their own compositions.”…it “was the lyrical result of Samuel Smith’s drive to create a national hymn for the United States. In about 30 minutes on a rainy day, he wrote the now classic anthem. The first three verses encourage and invoke national pride, while the last verse was specifically reserved as a petition to God for His continued favor and protection of the United States of America.

3. ‘Star Spangled Banner’: “On September 14, 1814, while detained aboard a British ship during the bombardment of Ft. McHenry, Francis Scott Key witnessed at dawn the failure of the British attempt to take Baltimore. Based on this experience, he wrote a poem that poses the question “Oh, say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave?” Almost immediately Key’s poem was published and wedded to the tune of the “Anacreontic Song.” Long before the Civil War “The Star Spangled Banner” became the musical and lyrical embodiment of the American flag. During the latter war, songs such as “Farewell to the Star Spangled Banner” and “Adieu to the Star Spangled Banner Forever,” clearly referencing Key’s song, were published within the Confederacy.”
“On July 26, 1889, the Secretary of the Navy designated “The Star Spangled Banner” as the official tune to be played at the raising of the flag. And during Woodrow Wilson’s presidency, it was chosen by the White House to be played wherever a national anthem was appropriate. Still the song was variously criticized as too violent in tone, too difficult to sing, and, by prohibitionists, as basically a drinking song. But on its side “The Star Spangled Banner” had a strong supporter in John Philip Sousa who, in 1931, opined that besides Key’s “soul-stirring” words, “it is the spirit of the music that inspires.” That same year, on March 3, President Herbert C. Hoover signed the Act establishing Key’s poem and Smith’s music as the official anthem of the United States.”

4. ‘The Battle Hymn Of The Republic’: “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” went through a number of versions in the years immediately before the Civil War….The song first gained popularity around Charleston, South Carolina, where it was sung as a Methodist Camp Meeting song, particularly in churches belonging to free Blacks. By contrast, it was also used early on as a marching song on army posts. The song gathered new verses following the insurrection at Harper’s Ferry, led by John Brown and carried out by a cadre of nineteen men on October 16, 1859. Brown’s actions, trial and subsequent execution made him a martyr to Abolitionists and African-Americans… By the time of the Civil War “John Brown’s Body” had become a very popular marching song with Union Army regiments, particularly among the Colored troops. The Twelfth Massachusetts Regiment, in particular, has been credited with spreading the song’s fame on their march to the South, where Confederate soldiers then inverted the meaning of their words and sang, “John Brown’s a-hanging on a sour apple tree.” The war’s rivalry continued to be carried on in music as the northerners then sang in turn, “They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree.”…..But it was when Julia Ward Howe visited Washington, DC in 1861 that the tune properly came to be called “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Howe and her husband, both of whom were active abolitionists, experienced first-hand a skirmish between Confederate and Union troops in nearby Virginia, and heard the troops go into battle singing “John Brown’s Body.” That evening, November 18, 1861, Ward was inspired to write a poem that better fit the music. It began “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.” Her poem, which was published in the Atlantic Monthly in February 1862 soon became the song known as “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.”


1.“America the Beautiful” by Katharine Lee Bates (1859-1929)
Music by Samuel Augustus Howe (1847-1903)

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

2. My Country ‘Tis of Thee
The following are Samuel Smith’s original lyrics for “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” (‘America’):

My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ God to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.


3. ‘Star Spangled Banner’ by Francis Scott Key 1814

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!


4. “The Battle Hymn Of The Republic” by Julia Ward Howe(1861).

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightening
Of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
I have seen Him in the watch-fires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps
I have read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel
Writ in burnish’d rows of steel
As ye deal with My contemptors
So with you My grace shall deal
Let the hero, born of woman
Crush the serpent with his heel
Since my God is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul
To answer him be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on
His truth is marching on

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Songs of Salvation, Praise, Worship

This is the July 4th Independence Day for the United States of America, “commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence 241 years ago on July 4, 1776. The Continental Congress declared that the thirteen American colonies regarded themselves as a new nation, the United States of America, and were no longer part of the British Empire. The Congress actually voted to declare independence two days earlier, on July 2.”   As a nation and people we look back 2 1/2 centuries to consider what we are and how we became such. Each us reflect or think about our own place in this larger family of Americans, and as with all families, the good and bad, the bitter and the sweet, and the best or worst we have been or are.
It is also now 40 years to date that I was on my way to South America for church and gospel missions. But San Diego became my new home, and soon I was married and with a family rooted here. It was here I met my wife and some who are still very much part of our lives. I thought to share some patriotic songs which have found there way into the churches and the hearts of Christians throughout America, but decided to wait till after the holiday to do so. Instead I’ll share some hymns and songs from one those Christians I met in San Diego, and who has become very dear to me in Christ. Of the many songs he has composed these he sent me to share in my collections of Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs.

John P. Hillshafer:

I have chosen a few for your consideration. The first three are certainly from our first contacts and growth in fellowship during the late 70’s and early 80’s.

1. The Lion is the Lamb

On the battleground the naked figure stands
in the shadow of all that death demands.
Look! He conquers without pleading His own case!
Because He came as the One who takes my (our) place!
Now He comes this great and mighty One!
The True soldier that has never shot a gun….
and, yet, He captures the hearts of many a man
without combat that is fought by hand to hand.
So see God’s wisdom that shows strength thru humility…
As He sets aside this proud man’s ability!
Then I see Jesus called the ‘Lion of the tribe’
Show true strength as the Lamb willing to die!
Behold! the Lion is the Lamb
Behold! the Lion is the Lamb
Behold! the Lion is the Lamb
Behold! the Lamb!
2. Jehovah is Salvation
Jehovah is salvation!
In this we now behold
The gracious proclamation
That prophets had foretold…
That God’s Word became a Man
That men with God can be!
This is salvation’s plan
That God Himself conceived!
Jehovah is salvation!
And Jesus is His name
Redeeming His creation
His Lordship to proclaim!
How God prepared His body
As the offering for sin.
That we may now come boldly
The Father’s favor win!
Jehovah is salvation!
To this, oh saints, awake!
The joy of our salvation
Restored each time we take
His body shared as bread
And the cup, His blood makes peace!
And where the saints are fed
All accusations cease!
Jehovah is salvation!
In Christ this is declared!
The Father’s revelation
This has Satan snared!
The foe’s fate surely sealed
Mankind’s place is restored…
Our life is now concealed
In Christ our risen Lord!
Jehovah is salvation!
Ascended to the throne!
There glory’s coronation
Belongs to Him alone!
Lord Jesus there you’re seated
At the Father’s own right hand!
In You man is completed…
And in You we shall stand!


3. One more day to see Your Mercy

One more day to see Your mercy
Made alive to voice Your praise!
One more breath for Your expression
With my mouth glad songs to raise!

Oh to this my dear Lord Jesus
Yes to this to be found true…
That Your life would mine replace
Made as faithful, Lord, as You!
That Your life would mine replace
Made as faithful, Lord, as You!

Gracious steadfast love our Father
Toward Your children You command…
In Your Son our dear Lord Jesus
Who for us met Your demand.


This fact more than I can fathom
HalleluJah! wise design…
Trading my unrighteous fervor
For Christ’s righteousness made mine!


This is now my only Sabbath…
To find sweetest rest in Him!
Sweetest Lord, my endless Sabbath!
Your own blood cleansed all my sin!



4. Groaning in Our Prayers

Creation, We, and Spirit
Groan in captivity…
Even so, come Lord Jesus!
The travailing harmony!
So weak and oft’ infirm we don’t know what to pray
Your Spirit overcomes our weakness to show us what to say!
Precious are Your words Lord Jesus! By Spirit make them mine,
That even the weakest prayer the Father can define!
Though muttered as faint and feeble, from earth be Spirit-driven!
And launch our humbled efforts into the Heaven of heavens!
From there the Father answers the Man who fills the breach!
The Christ our intercessor, thru Him, God’s heart we reach!
Receive the Holy Spirit that Christ our prayers fill,
Add the golden altar’s incense, to move along God’s will!
In Christ we see the vision our God has given Him…
We, too, now pray “Our Father”, Your Kingdom come and King!
Creation, We, and Spirit
Groan in captivity…
Even so, come Lord Jesus!
The travailing harmony!

5. Would my Heart

Would my heart this morning meet You
As this earth toward the Sun must face.
Here in mercies new to greet You
finding, Lord, Your shining grace!

Rays of sunshine brightly beaming
Mountain shadows flee the gaze!
Earthen vessels by His gleaming,
Shine in Christ Whom God has raised!

Stir me with deep, sincere affections
Blessed reminder each daybreak
That living hope by resurrection
Raised in us for Jesus’ sake!


Also from “Bible Reflections”: (“a song in meditation of the Sabbath of God in Creation”)

6. God is at Work! Hallelujah!

God is at Work! Hallelujah!
God is at Work! Hallelujah!
God is at work, is at work in you.
Both to will and do in measure,
All that is in own good pleasure.
God is at work, is at work in you.

Oft without your comprehension:
Not by your own good intention;
God is at work, He’s at work in you.
How the mystery relieves us:
That by grace He has received us:
This is His work, is His work in you.
Both to will and do in measure
All that’s in His own good pleasure.
God is at work; He’s at work in you.

He works to put us where He’s resting,
In His Christ Who’s passed all testing.
God is at rest, He’s at rest in Christ!
Oh dear saints tis such a blessing,
That our God can work while resting.
God is at work; He’s at work in Christ!


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Spiritual Songs: Sinner Woman, “Beauty for Ashes”, Precious Blood

Spiritual Songs: Sinner Woman, “Beauty for Ashes”, Precious Blood


This week we have three songs from my wife, Sheri, which I requested to share along with the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs from my collections of Spiritual Poetry encountered in the Christian Churches in my pilgrimage. Hopefully I’ll share three from another that I’ve requested next week. I offer also to anyone known to me who wishes to add to this collection by the end of the year, that if they send me or post to me their two three favorites I’ll do my best to include them.
My wife has her own story of her life in Christ; we crossed paths some 39 years ago (1978), and these songs came out of our shared experiences in the Lord and with each other. Of course she has many dozen of songs, but these are three she has given me to share. (The punctuations or lack thereof is also hers by intent and style.)

The  Sinner Woman

There once was a woman
A sinner was she
Her heart was so lonely
She longed to  be free
To be loved! to be loved!
This was her cry
And then, came the day
That, Jesus passed by

She came gently crying
And, washing His feet
Her hair softly wiping
The tears she did  weep
How He cared! how He cared!
This Man so fair
Loved a poor woman
His grace, He did share

She kneeling and weeping
Came, kissing His feet
Her perfume so costly
Repentance so sweet
He was touched! He was touched!
Heart full of need
The wounds she did feel
He only could heal

The man who sat with Him
He thought in his heart
If He were a prophet
He’d know of her lot
How she loved! how she loved!
‘Woman of sin
And, He spoke to her
“Your sins are forgiven.”

“Your faith, it has saved you
This was His reply
She went out so peaceful
Her heart was satisfied
He forgave! He forgave!!!
This gentle Man
Who can forgive sin?
Only our  God can!
(Who can forgive sin?
Only our God can!)

Sheri Miles   1994.  (c).  Luke 7. (Used with permission.)

“Beauty for Ashes”

Isaiah 61:3 Chorus:
He gave, Beauty, for ashes
Joy, for my mourning
And the, garment of praise
For the ache in my soul  (2x)

I look, to Jesus
To lift me from ashes
I wait, on you Lord
To breathe life in me
In Your, sweet presence
I find my purpose
In the, glad tidings
Of faith, hope and love


In contemplation,
I find redemption
Beauty surrounds me
As, I hope in You
Life’s pulse, I’m feeling
Death has been vanquished
In the deep longings
Of Spirit and soul


My Hope, is living
Faith is believing
The valley, I walked through
Though dark, now is gone
Love, lead me onward
Guide me to heaven
I walk, with Jesus
No longer, alone


You, gave, Beauty, for ashes
Joy, for my mourning
And the, garment of Praise
For the ache in my soul  (2x)

Sheri Miles 11/11/03 Copyright (c) 2004. (Used with permission.)

“Your Blood is Precious to Me”

You are the Man, Who died for me
Your body bled on Calvary’s  tree
Your head hung down so pale and weak
The blood ran down my Masters ‘ cheek
I bow before You, on bended knee
This sight, -my Master is too great for me
I’ll sigh, the prayer of repentance to Thee
Your blood, my Master, is precious to me
Nails pierced Your hands, the sword pierced Your side
Naked and shamed, my Savior You died
Blood ran that day from Your open wounds
Sacrifice slain for my sin (and yours)
I bow before You, on bended knee
This sight, my Savior is too great for me
I’ll sigh, the prayer of repentance to Thee
Your blood, my Savior, is precious to me
Men wiped, Your blood, from the ground
Hating the sight, the stained cloth thrown down
Your blood was seen as common to them
Hearts cold to God, religiously sinned
I bow before You, on bended knee
This sight, my Jesus is too great for me
I’ll sigh, the prayer of repentance to Thee
Your blood, my Jesus, is precious to me
I bow before You, on bended knee
This sight, Lord Jesus is too great for me
I’ll sigh, the prayer of repentance to Thee
Your blood, Lord Jesus, is precious to me
Your blood, Lord Jesus, is so precious to me

Sheri Miles,  August 2005. (c). (Used with permission.)

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Father’s Heart, Son’s Cross, Mother’s Pain.

Father’s Heart, Son’s Cross, Mother’s Pain.

Today is Father’s Day and our hearts are turned to the Fathers and Husbands and Men in our lives and world. It is a great honor and joy to acknowledge God’s blessing in those of my family of a wife and 8 daughters and sons, along with the extended family in-laws with our 7 grandkids. Another good year of grace and mercy despite the world’s troubles. Thanks to all for words and thoughts of kindness and goodness; and my return to all is the same in kind in Him.
I at first wished to share two Songs and Hymns of Aquinas with that of the ‘Stabat Mater Dolorosa’, but I felt redirected to share instead some Father’s Hymns and Song of the Son connected to and related to the Mother’s Praise of the Incarnation. These Songs and Hymns were discovered in my earlier years as a Christian, and greatly helped me. I’ll first make some notices about these songs and hymns.

There are three ‘Abba Father’ Hymns.
Hymn I: By James G. Deck, published in Hymns for the Poor of the Flock 1841, 1846 edition; edited by J.G. Deck.
‘He was raised in the faith of the Church of England. As a young man he chose the army as a career. He trained at Paris, France under one of Napoleon’s generals.’ In 1835 ‘he became associated with other believers in the early days of the brethren movement’; was very active in the movement for some 40 years; very close to Wigram and Darby; was a major influence in New Zealand for the Christians and the Brethren; he labored to  unite and to reconcile the two extreme parties in the movement. He is known and loved worldwide in the Christian Church for his Hymns, Songs, and Poems.
His only published non-hymnbook we have is: ‘Joy in Departing: A Memoir of the Conversion and Last Days of Augustus James Clarke (Son of Lieut. Col. A. Clarke,…) Who Fell Asleep in Jesus, May 2nd, 1845, in the Fourteenth Year of His Age” With this verse: “To depart, and to be with Christ, is far better.”  The boy came under tutelage to the Decks at 10 years of age with his sister, whose parents were very close friends and of the same Brethren circles; a fragile child yet very tender to Christian feelings and affections; he was studious, and good in Latin; wanted to be a preacher of Christ’s Gospel; struggled with his evil nature but found faith and peace in Christ at 11 with fervent zeal; he became very fond of the Decks, calling Mr. Deck ‘Papa’; while cutting the cord tied around a mattress, the knife slipped and went deeply into his left eye; he struggled with the loss of his eye while he partially recovered, resigning in his new and simple faith to accept this accident as God’s will, and would gladly bear it for the Lord, and to live in joy in Christ with one eye; the infection and inflammation continued more or less till it caused his death at 14; during that year of immense suffering, daily getting weaker, his faith and hope and love outshined all sorrows and disappointments; he resorted to his Bible and Hymnbook in his frequent quiet times of isolation, often in a darkened room; all who visited were moved by his patient endurance and pure resignation to God’s will as he saw that his days were numbered; though very weak to even care for himself he was overjoyed to receive a promised Polyglott Bible from his father, and he read it as the days drew near, and kept it near his bed at all times; his letters to his parents, written by others, were very touching and firmly declared in Christ as his Hope, Lord, Savior, and All in God’s perfect flawless will; he read and considered many hymns as he awaited death, sharing many hours of fellowship with Deck and others; soon they all knew his favorite verses and hymns; Deck journaled that year in great detail, capturing the young boy’s spiritual progress, especially in his favorite hymns; once, on Mrs. Deck spending time with him and reading the latter part of Romans 8, he said that he felt that he had the “spirit of adoption” to  cry “Abba, Father”. Shortly after this time Mr. Deck shared with him two hymns on meditations of the Prodigal Son, 1st, Invitation Accepted, was “Just as I am—without one plea…..O Lamb of God, I come!”, which is now sung in all the churches; and the 2nd was the Prodigal’s Welcome, Accepted in the Beloved”: “O Lamb of God, in Thee!” (by M.J.D.); both these songs echoed Deck’s 1841 hymn “Abba, Father”, and in turn would produce in many others new versions of this theme. The boy near death defied his condition, and with his own feeble hands wrote his last letter to his parents comforting them of the days when he will be above with God, waiting for them in due season, that all our lives and cares are in His good hands for life or death. So the boy died resting in Jesus in hopes of a resurrection; many attended his funeral; Darby was asked to share some words, which he did at great length, in admiration of the boys faith, life, and his deep affections for Christ in his sufferings, and as an example to all.
This note as to the various Abba Father Hymns is all that I need to add: [The BHB attributes hymn #2 to James Deck, identical in meter and with similar phraseology to hymn #1, so much so that the first verse of hymn #2 is often sung as the last verse of hymn #1. Other sources give the author as Dr. Robert Stephen Hawker(1753-1827), famous preacher and grandfather of famed Cornish poet also Robert Stephen Hawker (1803-1875). Mr. Paisley simply left this hymn out of his Companion. A very similar hymn is included as #104 in “Hymns for the Little Flock”, with the senior Robert Hawker as the author. This is a correction from prior versions of HLF which gave the poet grandson as the author. The early brethren freely altered hymns to correct doctrinal errors as they saw them – the version included in BHB is substantially changed from the Hawker hymn as given in HLF, including an added 4th verse. For now it is our opinion to follow the BHB citation and assume that James Deck at the very least substantially modified the original hymn, and so will remain listed as the author.]

I. Abba, Father! We approach Thee, by James G. Deck, published in Hymns for the Poor of the Flock 1841, 1846 edition; edited by J.G. Deck.

Abba, Father! we approach Thee
In our Saviour’s precious name;
We, Thy children, here assembling,
Access to Thy presence claim;
From our sin His blood hath washed us:
‘Tis through Him our souls draw near,
And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us,
Abba, Father! name so dear.
Once as prodigals we wandered
In our folly, far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery:
Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned,
Loved us with a Father’s love;
Welcomed us with joy o’erflowing,
E’en to dwell with Thee above.
Clothed in garments of salvation,
At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the riches of Thy grace:
It is meet, we hear Thee saying,
We should merry be and glad;
I have found My once lost children,
Now they live who once were dead.
Abba, Father! all adore Thee,
All rejoice in heaven above;
While in us they learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, power and love;
Soon, before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall proclaim,
Glory, everlasting glory,
Be to God and to the Lamb.


II.(Attributed to Hawker (R; RS, Rbert, Robert Stephen); not verified)

“Abba Father,” thus we greet Thee,
Magnify Thy holy Name;
Lifting holy hands we bless Thee,
Brought before Thee without blame,
We have learnt Thee here in sorrow,
Strangers in an alien land,
But we touch th’eternal morrow,
Abba, as in Christ we stand.
He has told us all the secrets
Hidden in that Name of grace;
Told us of the love that purposed
We should have with Christ our place.
Thus we bless Thee, “Abba Father,”
In the freedom He has won,
Taken into all the favour
Now made known in Christ, the Son.
“Abba Father,” thus we know Thee
In that scene of brightest day;
‘Tis as sons foreknown we bless Thee;
None but sons can “Abba” say.
This high honour we inherit,
Fruit of counsel now declared,
By the Holy Spirit’s witness
Consciously in sonship shared


III. (Robert Stephen Hawker 1803-1875. ?) (Pub. 1843 in First Truths or Lessons and Hymns, a New Edition, without credit.) (Incorrectly, Robert S. Hawkes in a Chinese Hymnal)

Abba, Father! we adore Thee,
Humbly now our homage pay;
’Tis Thy children’s bliss to know Thee,
None but children “Abba” say.
This high honor we inherit,
Thy free gift through Jesus’ blood;
God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth we’re sons of God.

Thine own purpose gave us being,
When in Christ, in that vast plan,
Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people
E’en before the world began.
Oh, what love Thou, Father, bore us!
Oh, how precious in Thy sight!
When to Thine own Son Thou gav’st us,
To Thy Son, Thy soul’s delight.

Though our nature’s fall in Adam
Shut us wholly out from God,
Thine eternal counsel brought us
Nearer still, through Jesus’ blood;
For in Him we found redemption,
Grace and glory in Thy Son;
O the height and depth of mercy!
Christ and His redeemed are one.

Hence, through all the changing seasons,
Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe,
Nothing changeth Thine affections,
Love divine shall bring us through;
Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children
Round the throne their anthems raise,
And, in songs of rich salvation,
Shout to Thine eternal praise.


IV. Stabat Mater Dolorosa: (“Considered one of the seven greatest Latin hymns of all time. It is based upon the prophecy of Simeon that a sword was to pierce the heart of Our Lord’s mother, Mary (Lk2:35).” This 13th-century hymn is variously attributed to Gregory I, Bernard of Clairvaux, Pope Innocent III, St. Bonaventura, Jacopone da Todi, Pope John XXII, and Pope Gregory XI, and others; translated from Latin to English by Edward Caswall (1814-1878). It was the liturgical sequence for the Seven Sorrows of the Virgin (Sept. 15 and the Friday before Palm Sunday). It is no longer used on the Friday before Palm Sunday and is optional on September 15, but it continues to be sung at the Stations of the Cross during Lenten services.” Translated by Edward Caswall, an Anglican turned Catholic.
((I have altered the original with the words in parenthesis from what was said of the Mother to speak of the Father.))

Part I: Mary’s Pain at the Son’s Cross & Suffering for Man.
At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword had pass’d.
Oh, how sad and sore distress’d
Was that Mother highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
Whelm’d in miseries so deep
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother’s pain untold?
Bruis’d, derided, curs’d, defil’d,
She beheld her tender Child
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

Part II: The Father’s Heart in the Son’s Death for Man.
O Thou (Father)! Fount of love!
Touch my spirit from above;
Make my heart with Thine accord.
Make me feel as Thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ (Thy Word).
Holy (Father)! pierce me through;
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
Let me share with Thee His pain,
Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with Thee,
Mourning Him who mourn’d for me,
All the days that I may live.
By the cross with Thee to stay,
There (to) Thee to weep and pray,
Is all I ask of Thee to give.
(Father) of all (fathers) best,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share Thy grief Divine.
Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of Thine.
Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swoon’d
In His very blood away.
Be to me, O (Father), nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awful Judgment day.

Part III: Paradise with God.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy (Father)my Defense,
Be Thy cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.

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Songs of Salvation & Obedience

Songs of Salvation & Obedience

This week we have three Songs and Hymns that molded my earliest years as a Christian. As a Baptist ‘Amazing Grace’ and ‘What a Friend’ nurtured my faith and fellowship in Christ; my salvation was rooted in His work and love. As I grew those first few years, from my 17th to 21st year I struggled with Christian fellowship and rejection, which confused my journey, but did not hinder or halted it. Then as a non-Baptist my walk and talk with other Christians enlarged and increased my love for God’s family in Christ. Yet this too proved conflicting as fellowship and obedience, The third song and hymn is based on little Samuel’s encounter with the Voice of the Lord; and for me in my relations to other Christians and Brethren I found this Hymn a refuge for my turmoil.

1. Amazing Grace :” the enduring Christian hymn, is one of the most well-known and beloved spiritual songs ever written. It was penned by the Englishman John Newton (1725-1807).” Son of a Shipmaster, his mother died of tuberculosis two weeks before his 7th birthday; taken to sea at 11 with his father for several years; avoiding his father’s plans to send him to Jamaica to work on the sugar plantation when 17 years old, he signed up with a merchant ship to the Mediterranean Sea; at 18 captured and pressed into the Royal Navy service; at 19 he tried to desert, and was severely flogged with 96 lashes, and demoted; he wanted to murder the captain and then commit suicide ; he soon transferred to a slave ship bound for West Africa; rebellious with the crew, they left him in the hands of a slave trader; who in turn gave him to his native princess wife as her slave, who treated badly as a slave (I was once an infidel and libertine, a servant of slaves in West Africa”); three years later his father’s friend a sea captain in search for him, found and rescued him. But God was just beginning His great work: The ship encountered a severe storm off the coast of Donegal, Ireland and almost sank. Newton awoke in the middle of the night and, as the ship filled with water, called out to God. The cargo shifted and stopped up the hole, and the ship drifted to safety. Newton marked this experience as the beginning of his conversion to evangelical Christianity” and to Christ. . He eventually became an ordained minister in the Church of England; and an advocate to abolish slavery.

2. What a Friend: “”What a Friend We Have in Jesus” is a Christian hymn originally written by Joseph M. Scriven as a poem in 1855 to comfort his mother who was living in Ireland while he was in Canada. Scriven originally published the poem anonymously, and only received full credit for it in the 1880s.  The tune to the hymn was composed by Charles Crozat Converse in 1868. William Bolcom composed a setting of the hymn.” It is popular in Japan and Asia, in Hindi, and with English popular culture. It is found in most the Church Hymnals and SongBooks.

3. Master Speak: Havergal, Frances Ridley, daughter of the Rev. W. H. Havergal, was born at Astley, Worcestershire, Dec. 14, 1836. Five years later her father removed to the Rectory of St. Nicholas, Worcester. In August, 1850, she entered Mrs. Teed’s school, whose influence over her was most beneficial. In the following year she says, “I committed my soul to the Saviour, and earth and heaven seemed brighter from that moment.” “Miss Havergal’s scholastic acquirements were extensive, embracing several modern languages, together with Greek and Hebrew. She does not occupy, and did not claim for herself, a prominent place as a poet, but by her distinct individuality she carved out a niche which she alone could fill. Simply and sweetly she sang the love of God, and His way of salvation. To this end, and for this object, her whole life and all her powers were consecrated. She lives and speaks in every line of her poetry. Her poems are permeated with the fragrance of her passionate love of Jesus. Her religious views and theological bias are distinctly set forth in her poems, and may be described as mildly Calvinistic, without the severe dogmatic tenet of reprobation. The burden of her writings is a free and full salvation, through the Redeemer’s merits, for every sinner who will receive it, and her life was devoted to the proclamation of this truth by personal labours, literary efforts, and earnest interest in Foreign Missions.”


1. Amazing Grace!
John Newton, pub.1779 .Anonymous/Unknown, revised pub.1829

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

2. What a Friend We Have in Jesus
Joseph M. Scriven, 1855

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a Friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.

3. Master Speak!
Frances R. Havergal, Ministry of Song, 1869.

Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,
Waiting for Thy gracious word,
Longing for Thy voice that cheereth;
Master! let it now be heard.
I am listening, Lord, for Thee:
What hast Thou to say to me?
Speak to me by name, O Master,
Let me know it is to me;
Speak, that I may follow faster,
With a step more firm and free,
Where the Shepherd leads the flock,
In the shadow of the rock.
Master, speak! Though least and lowest,
Let me not unheard depart;
Master, speak! For O, Thou knowest
All the yearning of my heart,
Knowest all its truest need:
Speak! and make me blest indeed.
Master, speak! and make me ready,
When Thy voice is truly heard,
With obedience glad and steady
Still to follow every word.
I am listening, Lord, for Thee:
Master, speak! O, speak to me!

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God’s Sovereignty & Christ’s Incarnation & Love

Three Songs-Hymns of God’s Sovereignty & Christ’s Incarnation & Love.
This week I’ve been busy on, which I recently rejoined, and have been occupied in heart and mind with God’s sovereignty and providence in man’s salvation and God’s Kingdom in Christ. It has caused me to reflect on some Songs and Hymns that encouraged me some years back as a young Christian.  So I submit and Share these three.
Thy Choice & Love First.
(Josiah Conder, 1836. “London Congregationalist, an abolitionist, and took an active part in seeking to repeal British anti-Jewish laws.”)
’Tis not that I did choose Thee,
For Lord, that could not be;
This heart would still refuse Thee,
Hadst Thou not chosen me.
Thou from the sin that stained me
Hast cleansed and set me free;
Of old Thou hast ordained me,
That I should live to Thee.
’Twas sov’reign (mercy) called me
And taught my op’ning mind;
The world had else enthralled me,
To heav’nly glories blind.
My heart owns none before Thee,
For Thy rich grace I thirst;
This knowing, if I love Thee,
Thou must have loved me first.
Fairest Lord Jesus!
(“Written by German Jesuits as Schönster Herr Jesu in the 17th Century. Published in the Münster Gesangbuch, 1677, and translated from German to English by Joseph A. Seiss, 1873.”)
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine,  Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.
Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.
Down From His Glory.
(William E. Booth-Clibborn; Methodist, Salvation Army; Humanitarian of Britain.)
Down from His glory,
Ever living story,
My God and Savior came,
And Jesus was His name.
Born in a manger,
To His own a stranger,
A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.
O how I love Him! How I adore Him!
My Breath, my Sunshine, my All in all!
The great Creator became my Savior,
And all God’s Fulness dwelleth in Him.
What condescension,
Bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night,
Not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender,
Laid aside His splendor,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
Without reluctance,
Flesh and blood His substance
He took the form of man,
Revealed the hidden (plan).
O glorious Myst’ry,
Sacrifice of Calv’ry,
And now I know Thou art the great “I AM.”
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