HYMNS OF THE CHURCH.

May, 2009

Recently I was leafing through the pages of a church hymnal and I saw a number of “old treasures” that we never seem to hear anymore.
And yet the message is so timeless and profound that I have decided to copy some of them for this issue of Reflections.
Read these lines slowly and let the words penetrate your inner being.
Let these words minister peace, encouragement and inspiration.

BLESSED ASSURANCE.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine, O what a foretaste of glory devine,
Heir of salvation purchase of God, Born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.

Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight,
Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blessed.
Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with his goodness, lost in his love.


The law of the Spirit of life in Christ,
Has made me free,
I’m no more in bondage to sin and death,
For Jesus has justified me!
I’m a new creation, no more condemnation,
My tongue shall confess his nature in me,
He’s my salvation, my sanctification,
His Spirit’s my life and I am free!!
Author unknown.


MORE ABOUT JESUS.

More about Jesus would I know, More of his grace to others show,
More of his saving fulness see, More of his love who died for me.

More about Jesus let me learn, More of his holy will discern,
Spirit of God my teacher be, Showing the things of Christ to me.

More about Jesus in his Word, Holding communion with my Lord,
Hearing his voice in ev’ry line, Making each faithful saying mine.

More about Jesus on his Throne, Riches in glory all his own,
More of his Kingdom’s sure increase, More of his coming, Prince of Peace.



MOMENT BY MOMENT.

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine, Living with Jesus, a new life devine,
Looking to Jesus till glory does shine, Moment by moment O Lord, I am thine.

Never a trial that he is not there, Never a burden that he does not bear,
Never a sorrow that he does not share, Moment by moment, I’m under his care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan, Never a teardrop and never a moan,
Never a danger but there on the throne, Moment by moment he thinks of his own.

Never a weakness that he does not feel, Never a sickness that he cannot heal,
Moment by moment in woe or in weal, Jesus my Savior, abides with me still.

Moment by moment I’m kept in his love, Moment by moment I’ve life from above,
Looking to Jesus till glory does shine, Moment by moment, O Lord, I am thine.


TAKE TIME TO BE HOLY.

Take time to be holy, Speak oft with your Lord,
Abide in him always, And feed on his Word,
Make friends of God’s children, Help those who are weak,
Forgetting in nothing, His blessing to seek.

Take time to be holy, The world rushes on,
Spend much time in secret, With Jesus alone,
By looking to Jesus, Like him you shall be,
Your friends in your conduct, His likeness shall see.

Take time to be holy, Let him be your guide,
And run not before him, Whatever betide,
In joy or in sorrow, Still follow your Lord,
And looking to Jesus, Still trust in his Word.

Take time to be holy, Be calm in your Lord,
Each thought and each motive, Beneath his control,
Thus led by his Spirit, To fountains of love,
You soon will be fitted, For living above.





TAKE MY LIFE AND LET IT BE….

Take my life and let it be, Consecrated Lord to thee,
Take my hands and let them move, At the impulse of thy love.

Take my feet and let them be, Swift and beautiful for thee,
Take my voice and let me sing, Always, only for my King.

Take my silver and my gold, Not a mite would I withhold,
Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my will and make it thine, It shall be no longer mine,
Take my heart, it is thine own, It shall be thy royal throne.


A WODERFUL SAVIOR.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord
A wonderful Savior to me, He takes my burden away,
He hides my soul in the cleft of the Rock, He holds me up and I shall not be moved,
Where rivers of pleasure I see He gives me strength for my day.

With numberless blessings each moment he crowns,
And filled with his fulness devine,
I sing in my rapture, O Glory to God,
For such a Redeemer as mine.

He hides my soul in the cleft of the Rock,
That shadows a dry, thirsty land,
He hides my life in the depths of his love,
And covers me there with his hand.


IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL.

When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like seabillows roll,
Whatever my lot, you have taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought, My sin not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, O my soul.

And, Lord haste the day when faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend, “Even so”, it is well with my soul.


St. Thomas, May / ’09. Simon VanderKooy.