Feel Like Singing?

[Patzt]

Thanks Tom and Ed...  I'm so happy that folks are enjoying singing along in here.  I enjoy music so much.  Often when Jack would preach, he'd ask me to sing during the service.  So now, I enjoy these hymns of the Lord's love to us.

Ed, where are you from?  I'm so happy that you found my photos enjoyable.  It's a lovely hobby.

Just As I Am[/size]
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Author:  Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871
Musician:  William B. Bradbury, 1816-1868



Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

[Patzt]

A few years ago, I found the following but now I don't remember where it was or I'd put a reference to it.  I really enjoy trying to find out something about the history behind a hymn.


HYMN HISTORY:

It must be true to say that no sacred song or hymn has been more used to bring sinners to the feet of Jesus, than this one.

Sung by grand choirs in vast crusades as hundreds have come or by congregations, large and small, as one's and two's have come; this hymn has moved the hearts of multitudes.

"Just As I Am," rings with a clear, positive note. It invites the sinner, just as he is, with all his sin, in all his unworthiness, despite his fears, though poor, wretched and blind, to come to the Saviour.

That's an invitation which is absolutely scriptural! We don't need to wait until our lives have been straightened out before we come to Christ. There's nothing we can do which will ever make us more acceptable in God's sight. The Bible clearly teaches that God loves the sinner, just the way he is, and wants him to come like that.

Only Jesus Christ can deliver us from the guilt and penalty of sin. Only He can solve all the problems of life. Only He can give us peace and joy and hope for the future. It was out of her feelings of frustration and hopelessness that the daughter of an Anglican minister in Brighton, England, wrote the words of this fine hymn.

One day in 1833, when Charlotte Elliott was in her forty-fourth year, she was feeling unusually depressed and alone. The other members of her family had gone off to a church function while she, an invalid and bedridden, remained at home.

Before her illness she had lived a happy, carefree life enjoying its many pleasures and gaining a measure of popularity, as a portrait artist.

Now, all of this past and stricken with the sickness which was to plague her for the rest of her life, she felt utterly useless and cut off. In addition, although she had been a Christian for many years, she began to have doubts about her relationship with the Lord. How could she be sure that all was well with her soul?

In her distress she began to list scriptural reasons for believing that she was, indeed, a child of God. She recognised the power of the Saviour's precious blood. She remembered His promise to receive all who come to Him by faith; and His ability to pardon, cleanse and save.

As she meditated on these great truths her heart was warmed and very soon Charlotte Elliott, who was also fond of writing poetry, was putting down her thoughts in verse:

Just as I am, without one plea,
but that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

It's just here that we encounter a new slant to the story.

Charlotte Elliott's brother was anxious to start a school to benefit the children of poor clergymen, and had organised a bazaar to raise funds.

It seemed that everybody in the town had helped with the project. Everybody, that is, except Charlotte, who was so stricken with paralysis that she could barely drag herself around her room.

So she published her new poem "Just As I Am," in the hope that from its sale she could contribute something to her brother's school fund.

The poem was instantly successful and was soon selling all over England in large numbers as well as being translated into a number of foreign languages.

Charlotte Elliott never did enjoy good heath for the rest of her life. She remained bedridden until the Lord, at last, called her home when she was eighty-two years old.

However, before her death she received more than a thousand letters of thanks and compliments from people who were grateful that she had written "Just As I Am."

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

 



All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. John 6:37  
 

[Symphony]

that's a wonderful hymn, and quite a testimony.  It was instantly popular.  Hmm.  That's interesting.

It's prolly one of the best known in U.S. or perhaps even the world, b/c of the Billy Graham Crusades always using it in the invitational.

God using our own utter weakness.

thank you for printing that out, patzt.

[Patzt]

Nothing Between[/u]
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Author & Musician:  Charles A. Tindley, 1851-1933


Nothing between my soul and my Savior,
Naught of this world's delusive dream;
I have renounced all sinful pleasure;
Jesus is mine, there's nothing between.


Nothing between, like worldly pleasure;
Habits of life, though harmless they seem;
Must not my heart from Him ever sever;
He is my all, there's nothing between.


Nothing between, like pride or station;
Self or friends shall not intervene;
Though it may cost me much tribulation,
I am resolved, there's nothing between.


Nothing between, even many hard trials,
Though the whole world against me convene;
Watching with prayer and much self denial,
I'll triumph at last, there's nothing between.

[Patzt]

All That Thrills My Soul Is Jesus[/b][/size][/color]
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Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By His presence all divine?  
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call Him mine!  


Chorus:
All that thrills my soul is Jesus;  
He is more than life to me;  
And the fairest of ten thousand,  
In my blessed Lord I see.  


Love of Christ so freely given.  
Grace of God beyond degree,  
Mercy higher than the heaven,  
Deeper then the deepest sea.


Chorus  


What a wonderful redemption!  
Never can a mortal know  
How my sin, tho' red like crimson,  
Can be whiter than the snow.


Chorus  


Every need His hand supplying,  
Every good in Him I see;  
On His strength divine relying,  
He is all in all to me.  


Chorus


By the crystal flowing river  
With the ransomed I will sing,  
And forever and forever  
Praise and glorify the King.


Chorus:
All that thrills my soul is Jesus;  
He is more than life to me;  
And the fairest of ten thousand,  
In my blessed Lord I see.

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[Patzt]

Sweet Hour of Prayer
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Pray continually.
1 Thessalonians 5:17


Words: William Walford, 1845; appeared in The New York Observer, September 13, 1845, accompanied by the following, written by Thomas Salmon:

During my residence at Coleshill, Warwickshire, England, I became acquainted with W. W. Walford, the blind preacher, a man of obscure birth and connections and no education, but of strong mind and most retentive memory.

In the pulpit he never failed to select a lesson well adapted to his subject, giving chapter and verse with unerring precision and scarcely ever misplacing a word in his repetition of the Psalms, every part of the New Testament, the prophecies, and some of the histories, so as to have the reputation of "knowing the whole Bible by heart."

He actually sat in the chimney corner, employing his mind in composing a sermon or two for Sabbath delivery, and his hands in cutting, shaping and polishing bones for shoe horns and other little useful implements. At intervals he attempted poetry.

On one occasion, paying him a visit, he repeated two or three pieces which he had composed, and having no friend at home to commit them to paper, he had laid them up in the storehouse within.

"How will this do?" asked he, as he repeated the following lines, with a complacent smile touched with some light lines of fear lest he subject himself to criticism. I rapidly copied the lines with my pencil, as he uttered them, and sent them for insertion in the Observer, if you should think them worthy of preservation.

Music: William B. Bradbury, Golden Chain (New York: 1861)
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Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!


Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!


Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!


Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"

[nChrist]

Sister Pat,

The music is beautiful, much better than anything I have in my collection. Thanks!

Love In Christ,
Tom

[Patzt]

Great God of Wonders!
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Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity,
and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage?
he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.
Micah 7:18


Author:  Samuel Davies, 1723-1761
Musician:  John Newton, 1725-1807

 


Great God of wonders! all Thy ways
Are matchless, Godlike, and divine;
But the bright glories of Thy grace
Above thine other wonders shine,
Above thine other wonders shine.


Refrain:
Who is a pard'ning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Or who has grace so rich and free?


Such deep transgressions to forgive!
Such guilty sinners thus to spare!
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And in this honor none shall share;
And in this honor none shall share.


In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God:
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye,
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood,
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood.


O may this glorious, matchless love,
This God-like miracle of grace,
Teach mortal tongues, like those above,
To raise this song of lofty praise,
To raise this song of lofty praise:






 

 

[Patzt]

On my own site ( Christian Photographers ), we had some wonderful news this morning from my co-Administrator and so we're all over there singing "Praise Him, Praise Him" so thought I'd share it with you all here as well.

Praise Him! Praise Him!
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I will praise the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Psalm 146:2


Words: Fanny Crosby
Music: Chester G. Allen


 

Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Sing, O Earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! hail Him! highest archangels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy Name!
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,
In His arms He carries them all day long:


Refrain
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Tell of His excellent greatness.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Ever in joyful song!


Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died.
He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus the Crucified.
Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows,
Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong.


Refrain


Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Heav?nly portals loud with hosannas ring!
Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever.
Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet, and Priest, and King!
Christ is coming! over the world victorious,
Pow?r and glory unto the Lord belong.


Refrain

 

[nChrist]

Sister Pat,

I give thanks for the good news. My wife is at work, so I can sing "Praise Him! Praise Him!" as loudly as I want to. By the way, I love that beautiful old hymn.

Love In Christ,
Tom

[Shammu]

Thanks Patzt, I really need to hear some of those hymns.  You have brough a smile back to my face.

Following God, with peace.
Bob

[Patzt]

Tom and Bob, I'm so happy that you're enjoying these.  Sorry Bob that you weren't smiling.  Hope you are now.

I know that you, Tom, enjoy quartette music.  Does this one bring back memories for you?

 
 
 

Just over in the glory land
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I've a home prepared where the saints abide
Just over in the glory land
And I long to be by my Saviour's side
Just over in the glory land
 
 
 
Just over in the glory land
I'll join the happy angel band
Just over in the glory land
Just over in the glory land
There with the mighty host I'll stand
Just over in the glory land
 
 
 
I am on my way to those mansions fair
Just over in the glory land
There to sing God's praises and his glory share
Just over in the glory land
 
Refrain
 
What a joyful thought that my Lord I'll see
Just over in the glory land
And with kindred saved, there forever be
Just over in the glory land
 
Refrain
 
With the blood washed throng I will shout and sing
Just over in the glory land
Glad hosannas to Christ, the Lord and King
Just over in the glory land
 
Refrain
 
 
 

[Shammu]

Tom and Bob, I'm so happy that you're enjoying these.  Sorry Bob that you weren't smiling.  Hope you are now.

Yes I am smiling now......  

One I really enjoy, is "ROCK OF AGES ."  
Words: By “Mor­de­cai,” 14th Cen­tu­ry; trans­lat­ed from He­brew to Ger­man by Le­o­pold Stein (1810-1882); trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Mar­cus Jas­trow (1829-1903) and Gus­tav Gott­heil (1827-1903).

Rock of Ages, let our song
Praise Thy saving power;
Thou, amidst the raging foes,
Wast our sheltering tower.
Furious they assailed us,
But Thine arm availed us,
And Thy Word
Broke their sword
When our own strength failed us.

Kindling new the holy lamps,
Priests, approved in suffering,
Purified the nation’s shrine,
Brought to God their offering.
And His courts surrounding
Hear, in joy abounding,
Happy throngs,
Singing songs
With a mighty sounding.

Children of the martyr race,
Whether free or fettered,
Wake the echoes of the songs
Where ye may be scattered.
Yours the message cheering
That the time is nearing
Which will see
All men free,
Tyrants disappearing.

[Patzt]

One I really enjoy, is "ROCK OF AGES ."  
Words: By “Mor­de­cai,” 14th Cen­tu­ry; trans­lat­ed from He­brew to Ger­man by Le­o­pold Stein (1810-1882); trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Mar­cus Jas­trow (1829-1903) and Gus­tav Gott­heil (1827-1903).

Rock of Ages, let our song
Praise Thy saving power;
Thou, amidst the raging foes,
Wast our sheltering tower.
Furious they assailed us,
But Thine arm availed us,
And Thy Word
Broke their sword
When our own strength failed us.

Kindling new the holy lamps,
Priests, approved in suffering,
Purified the nation’s shrine,
Brought to God their offering.
And His courts surrounding
Hear, in joy abounding,
Happy throngs,
Singing songs
With a mighty sounding.

Children of the martyr race,
Whether free or fettered,
Wake the echoes of the songs
Where ye may be scattered.
Yours the message cheering
That the time is nearing
Which will see
All men free,
Tyrants disappearing.

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Here's the music so we can all sing together with Bob.  I love this hymn as well.

Rock of Ages
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The Lord is the Rock eternal.
Isaiah 26:4


Words: Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. An unsubstantiated story says the lyrics were inspired when Toplady took shelter from a storm under a rocky overhang near England's Cheddar Gorge; he reportedly wrote the words on a playing card.
Music: "Toplady," Thomas Hastings, 1830

This hymn was sung at the funeral of William Gladstone in Westminster Abbey, London, England. Prince Albert of Britain asked it be sung to him as he lay dying. In Hymns That Have Helped, W. T. Stead stated:

"...when the London went down in the Bay of Biscay, January 11, 1866, the last thing which the last man who left the ship heard as the boat pushed off from the doomed vessel was the voices of the passengers singing "Rock of Ages."

The hymn was also reportedly sung at the funeral of American President Benjamin Harrison because it was his favorite hymn, and the only one he ever tried to sing. In another story:

A missionary complained of the slow progress made in India in converting the natives on account of explaining the teachings of Christianity so that the ignorant people could understand them. Some of the most beautiful passages in the Bible, for instance are destroyed by translation. He attempted to have

[Rock of Ages] translated into the native dialect, so that the natives might appreciate its beauty. The work was entrusted to a young Hindu Bible student who had the reputation of being something of a poet. The next day he brought his translation for approval, and his rendering, as translated back into English, read like this:

Very old stone, split for my benefit,
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[nChrist]

Sister Pat,

YES! I've listened to "Just Over in the Glory Land" just in the last couple of days. I've been down almost completely with the flu or some sort of bug, so that was a good excuse to tune into one of my favorite Internet Radio Stations, "All Quartets". I may not be remembering correctly, but wasn't it the Sunshine Boys that made "Just Over in the Glory Land" almost an all-time favorite for Quartets?

Sister Pat, the songs that you have been posting are beautiful, and so are the words. I really enjoy them and thank you sincerely.

Love In Christ,
Tom