Sunday musical offering

September 12, 2021

Good morning, brother pilgrim,
What, bound for Canaan’s coast?
March you toward Jerusalem,
To join the heavenly host?
Pray, wherefore are you smiling
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heavenly place.

To Canaan’s coast we’ll hasten,
To join the heavenly throng;
Hark! from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrims’ song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see Him too;
We smile and weep and praise Him,
And on our way pursue.

With streams of consolation,
We’re filled as with new wine;
We die to transient pleasures,
And live to things divine.
We sink in holy raptures
While viewing things above;
All glory to my Savior,
My heart is full of love.


Sunday musical offering

May 20, 2018

Come and taste along with me
Consolation flowing free
From the Father’s wealthy throne
Sweeter than the honeycomb.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

All that come with free good will
Make the banquet sweeter still;
Now I go to mercy’s door
Asking for a little more.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

Goodness running like a stream
Through the new Jerusalem
By a constant breaking forth
Sweetens earth and heaven both.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.

Oh return, ye sons of grace;
Turn and see God’s smiling face.
Hark! He calls backsliders home;
Then from Him no longer roam.

I’ll praise God and you’ll praise God
And we’ll all praise God together;
We’ll praise the Lord for the work that He has done,
And we’ll bless His name forever.


Happy birthday, Isaac

July 17, 2017

It’s the birthday of the Father of English hymnody, Isaac Watts (1674-1748). Isaac began writing poetry at a very young age, and when he complained about the lackluster music he heard at church, his father challenged him to come up with something better. Isaac accepted the challenge, and he went on to write hundreds of hymns — including “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” “O God, Our Help in Ages Past,” “Jesus Shall Reign,” “Come, Ye That Love the Lord,” and “Joy to the World.” Here is one of my favorites.

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.


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