Posted on 10/15/2009 10:39:20 AM PDT by TaraP
Just a post, to see what favorite song inspires freepers in praising the LORD?
I have many, but I will say the one that connects to my soul like no other is *Through the Fire* by Jason Crabb and the Crabb Family
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VP4OvUU-ZHU&feature=related
Horatio Spafford, a Chicago businessman, wrote this gospel song after losing most of his family when the Ville du Havre, a French steam-sailer, foundered after colliding with a freighter in the North Atlantic in 1873. Two years later, Phillip Bliss, the great Methodist hymn writer, set it to music. If you look in a hymnal, you'll note that the name of the tune is Ville du Havre.
Shortly afterwards, in 1876, Bliss was killed in a train wreck.
Great thread Tara, thanks.
In December of 1876, the train on which Phillip Bliss was riding fell 60 feet into a ravine near Ashtabula, Ohio after the trestle which it was crossing collapsed. The pot belly stoves used to warm the train cars burst and set the wreckage on fire. Bliss burned to death while trying to rescue his wife, and about 100 others also died. It was the country’s worst train wreck up to that time.
In his luggage was a manuscript with the words to “I Will Sing of My Redeemer,” a hymn he had just written. His friend George McGranahan, an up-and-coming gospel singer and hymn writer set the words to music, and it was published in 1877. Just the other day, I heard a choir perform “I Will Sing of My Redeemer” on the radio.
I love O Holy Night
On Eagles wings and How Great thou art....magnificent
I forgot “Be Not Afraid”!!!
I also like Bough the Knee
BTTT.
Thanks Tara.
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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Text: Martin Luther Trans. by Frederick H. Hedge
1. A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
our helper he amid the flood
of mortal ills prevaling.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.
2. Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth, his name,
from age to age the same,
and he must win the battle.
3. And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
his truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.
4. That word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth;
the Spirit and the gifts are ours,
thru him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
the body they may kill;
God’s truth abideth still;
his kingdom is forever.
http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh110.sht
http://216.117.216.152/light.html
NO MORE NIGHT
The time is near :
earth and heaven will pass away.
It’s not a dream.
God will make all things new that day.
Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell.
Evil is banished to eternal hell.
No more night, no more pain !
No more tears...never crying again
All praises to the Great I AM
We will live in the Light of the Risen Lamb.
See all around, how the nations bow down to sing.
The only sound is the praises to Christ, our King.
Slowly the names from the book are read
But I know the King, so there’s no need to dread.
No more night, no more pain.
No more tears, never crying again !
All praises to the Great I AM
We will live in the Light of the Risen Lamb.
See over there, there’s a mansion prepared for me.
Where I can live with my Savior eternally.
No more night, no more pain !
No more tears, never crying again !
All praises to the Great I AM
We will live in the Light of the Risen Lamb.
We will live in the Light of the Risen Lamb !!!!
http://www.igracemusic.com/hymnbook/piano/othedeepdeeplove.pdf
O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus
1. O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me,
Is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward
To Thy glorious rest above!
2. O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth,
Changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones,
Died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth,
Watcheth o’er them from the throne!
3. O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Love of every love the best!
’Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
’Tis a haven sweet of rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus,
’Tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory,
For it lifts me up to Thee!
http://www.igracemusic.com/hymnbook/hymns/o10.html
gmta
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation
Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
how thy desires ever have been
granted in what he ordaineth?
Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
surely his goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew
what the Almighty can do,
if with his love he befriend thee.
Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
biddeth them cease,
turneth their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.
Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding,
who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
sheddeth his light,
chaseth the horrors of night,
saints with his mercy surrounding.
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him.
Let the amen
sound from his people again,
gladly for all we adore him.
http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/p/p104.html
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation
Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
how thy desires ever have been
granted in what he ordaineth?
Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
surely his goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew
what the Almighty can do,
if with his love he befriend thee.
Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
biddeth them cease,
turneth their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.
Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness of sin is abounding,
who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
sheddeth his light,
chaseth the horrors of night,
saints with his mercy surrounding.
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him.
Let the amen
sound from his people again,
gladly for all we adore him.
Meter: 14 14 4 7 8
http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/p/p104.html
Hark! the herald angels sing
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of a Virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see:
hail, the incarnate Deity,
pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark, the herald-angels sing
glory to the new-born King.
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace:
hail, the Sun of Righteousness.
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give them second birth.
Hark, the herald-angels sing
glory to the new-born King.
[Come, Desire of nations, come,
fix in us thy humble home;
rise, the woman’s conquering seed,
bruise in us the serpent’s head;
now display thy saving power,
ruined nature now restore,
now in mystic union join
thine to ours and ours to thine.
Hark, the herald-angels sing
glory to the new-born King.]
http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/h/h078.html
http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/o/o196.html
O God, our help in ages past
Under the shadow of thy throne,
thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting thou art God,
to endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all its sons away;
they fly, forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
be thou our guide while troubles last,
and our eternal home!
Meter: CM
INDEED.
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