Musical offering for Good Friday

April 7, 2023


Sunday musical offering

August 7, 2022

There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
Through fear to launch away.

O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan which we love
With unbeclouded eyes;
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.


Happy birthday, Isaac

July 17, 2022

It’s the birthday of Isaac Watts (1674-1748), author of many of the best-known hymns in the English language. This is his paraphrase of Psalm 136.

Give to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all His ways.
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.

Give to the Lord of lords renown;
The King of kings with glory crown.
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.

He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high.
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.

He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night.
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.

He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave.
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.


Sunday musical offering

October 17, 2021

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.


Sunday musical offering

September 15, 2019


Happy birthday, Isaac

July 17, 2018

It’s the birthday of Isaac Watts (1674-1748), author of many of the best-known hymns in the English language. This is his paraphrase of Psalm 23.

My Shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is His name.
In pastures fresh He makes me feed
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death
Thy presence is my stay;
One word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.


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