A HYMN FOR TODAY – Precious in His Sight

A HYMN FOR TODAY

Precious in His Sight

In our sorrow there is comfort;
Tears of anguish bring release;
Though we grieve, our hopes are strengthened;
In our loss, LORD, we find this peace:

Chorus:

Another race is finished; A burden is laid down;
The gate of heaven opens to the Sun!
How precious in Your sight, O LORD,
Is the death of a godly one.

From our birth, our days are numbered;
Though we flourish, soon we die,
But with this, our hope, to waken
Face to face with the risen Christ!

Chorus:

Another race is finished; A burden is laid down;
The gate of heaven opens to the Sun!
How precious in Your sight, O LORD,
Is the death of a godly one.

8.7.8.8 with chorus – C.E. Couchman, 2003

Tune: HOUCHEN – C.E. Couchman, 2003

#727 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

A HYMN FOR TODAY – All My Hope on God Is Founded

A HYMN FOR TODAY

All my hope on God is founded;
He doth still my trust renew;
Me through change and chance He guideth,
Only good and only true.
God unknown, He alone
Calls my heart to be His own.

Pride of man and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray his trust;
What with care and toil he buildeth,
Tow’r and temple fall to dust.
But God’s pow’r, hour by hour,
Is my temple and my tow’r.

Daily doth th’Almighty Giver
Bounteous gifts on us bestow;
His desire our soul delighteth,
Pleasure leads us where we go.
Love doth stand at His hand;
Joy doth wait on His command.

Still from man to God eternal
Sacrifice of praise be done,
High above all praises praising
For the gift of Christ, His Son.
Christ doth call one and all:
Ye who follow shall not fall.

8.7.8.7.6.7 – Joachim Neander,1680
trans. Robert S. Bridges, 1899

Tune: IRBY – Henry J. Gauntlett, 1849

#317 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

Heaven Is Open!

Albert Barnes

“There is room!” What a glorious declaration is this in regard to the gospel! There yet is room. Millions have been saved, but there yet is room. Millions have been invited, and have come, and have gone to heaven, but heaven is not yet full. There is a banquet there which no number can exhaust; there are fountains which no number can drink dry; there are harps there which other hands may strike; and there are seats there which others may occupy. Heaven is not full, and there yet is room. The Sunday school teacher may say to his class, there yet is room; the parent may say to his children, there yet is room; the minister of the gospel may go and say to the wide world, there yet is room. The mercy of God is not exhausted; the blood of the atonement has not lost its efficacy; heaven is not full. What a sad message it “would” be if we were compelled to go and say, “There is no more room – heaven is full – not another one can be saved. No matter what their prayers, or tears, or sighs, they cannot be saved. Every place is filled; every seat is occupied.” But, thanks be to God, this is not the message which we are to bear; and if there yet is room, come, sinners, young and old, and enter into heaven. Fill up that room, that heaven may be full of the happy and the blessed. If any part of the universe is to be vacant, O let it be the dark world of woe! – Albert Barnes (via Clay Gentry on Facebook)

Lament for the Innocents – Psalom

Lament for the Innocents – Psalom

A HYMN FOR TODAY – The Shining Shore

A HYMN FOR TODAY

The Shining Shore

My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly –
Those hours of toil and danger.

[Chorus]
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

Our absent king the watchword gave,
“Let every lamp be burning.”
We look afar, across the wave,
Our distant home discerning.

Should coming days be dark and cold,
We will not yield to sorrow,
For hope will sing with courage bold,
“There’s glory on the morrow.”

Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each cord on earth to sever.
There, bright and joyous in the skies,
There is our home forever.

[Chorus]
For now we stand on Jordan’s strand;
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

8.7.8.7 – David Nelson, 1843 (?)

Tune: Shining City – George F. Root, 1868

#701 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

This is a fascinating hymn, one of the most popular in the 19th century – found in soldiers’ paperback hymnals from the Civil War camp revivals of both the Union and Confederate armies.  David Nelson, the author of the lyrics, was a minister who lived in Danville, KY, during the 1830’s.  His hymn was later set to the tune “Shining City” by George F. Root, a Chicago musician known for both hymn tunes and secular music – most famously, “The Battle Cry of Freedom,” one of the chief marching tunes of the Union armies.

The hymn fell into disfavor following the Civil war, probably for obvious reasons of overuse and connection to memories best forgotten. (Imagine singing lines like, “Our friends are passing over,” after returning from the slaughter). This hymn sank like a stone to the bottom of “The Great Lakes of Forgotten Hymns.”  The last word of the hymn, “discover,” is also used in a sense different from “modern” usage, where it often means “to find by accident” (as in, “scientists have made a surprising new discovery”).  Here, it means almost “un-cover” or “dis-cover,” as we can almost dimly see, across on the far shore, our home, shrouded in the distant msits.

The hymn thus compares our passing from earth into heaven to Israel’s crossing the Jordan into the Promised Land, the imagery being that we are on the shore across from our “Promised Land,” heaven. As we stand before, but across from, heaven’s “shining shore,” we can glimpse it because of our lamps. We can envision heaven now, especially since friends have already gone there.  Our time on earth seems to pass quickly, and we do not wish to delay our “crossing.” Furthermore, we recognize the value of sorrow here, since it prevents us from finding this life too attractive tomake us eager for eternal rest with God. (Psalm 39:4-5; 103:1-16; Isaiah 40:6-8; Luke 12:35-40; Hebrews 4:9-11; 11:13; James 4:14).

A HYMN FOR TODAY – God of the Living, In Whose Eyes

A HYMN FOR TODAY

God of the living, in whose eyes

Unveiled, Thy whole creation lies;

All souls are Thine; we must not say

That those are dead who pass away.

From this our world of flesh set free,

We know them living unto Thee.

Released from earthly toil and strife,

With Thee is hidden still their life;

Thine are their tho’ts, their works, their pow’rs,

All Thine, and yet most truly ours;

For well we know, where’er they be,

Our dead are living unto Thee.

Not spilled like water on the ground,

Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound,

Not wandering in unknown despair,

Beyond Thy voice, Thine arm, Thy care;

Not left to lie like fallen tree –

Not dead, but living, unto Thee.

Thy Word is true, Thy will is just;

To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust;

And bless Thee for the love which gave

Thy Son to fill a human grave;

That none might fear that world to see

Where all are living unto Thee.

O Breather into man of breath,

O Holder of the keys of death,

O Giver of the life within,

Save us from death, the death of sin,

That body, soul, and spirit be

Forever living unto Thee.

8.8.8.8.8.8 – John Ellerton, 1858

Tune: ALDIE – C.E Couchman, 2011

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