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Hymn #61: Jesus, I Am Resting, Resting

Lyrics: Jean Sophia Pigott, 1845-1882.

Music: TRANQUILITY by James Mountain.
This tune by Matthew Smith is the one we sing at my church, and I’m rather fond of it.

Jesus, I Am Resting – Matthew Smith

Theme:

My Two Cents: “Concentrate on the rich text that urges you to gaze on Christ, to find delight in Him, to rest in Him, to be satisfied in Him alone.”

Rebecca Writes: “This hymn points to the beauty of Christ and his work and reminds us that trust in him is resting in what he is done and is doing for us. Buddy Greene is my go-to artist for this one.

Jesus, I am resting, resting, in the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, and Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power, thou hast made me whole.

O, how great Thy loving kindness, vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness, lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved, know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise, and have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings, meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings: thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me as I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory, sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting, fill me with Thy grace.

James Mountain was an English revivalist and musician, influenced by the ministry and example of Americans Dwight Moody and Ira Sankey. He also wrote the tunes EVERLASTING LOVE (I Am His and He Is Mine) and WYE VALLEY (Like a River Glorious).

This hymn was said to be China missionary Hudson Taylor’s favorite, and it gave him comfort in troubled times.

“Having returned to England in ill health, he was brought to the very doors of death by the terrible news of the disruption of the work and the murder of hundreds of missionaries, as well as hundreds of native Christians, in connection with the Boxer uprising of 1900. Anguish of heart was killing him. Yet he believed that this baptism of blood would, under God, work out to the furtherance of the gospel.”

As J. Hudson Taylor was taking comfort in the words of Ms. Pigott’s hymn, Jean Sophia Pigott’s brother, Thomas Wellesley Pigott, a missionary in China, was martyred during the Boxer Rebellion.

Sources:
Our Home With God: Hymn Devotionals.
Wholesome Words: J. Hudson Taylor, God’s Mighty Man of Prayer by Eugene Myers Harrison.
HymnTIme: Jean Sophia Pigott.

Hymn #62: Take My Life and Let It Be

Lyrics: Frances Havergal

Music: HENDON by Henri A.C. Malan. Malan was “one of the originators of the hymn movement in the French Reformed Church.” In addition to this tune, he also wrote the tune SILCHESTER, which is sung to the Isaac Watts hymn Marching to Zion. I love that tune.
Take My Life and Let It Be can be and is sung to a number of alternate tunes, but the ohter one that I’m familiar with, Baptist that I am, is William b. Bradbury’s YARBROUGH. We sang both HENDON and YARBROUGH out of the old Baptist Hymnal in my church growing up.
See Hymn TIme for an exhaustive list of alternate tunes.

Here’s Chris Tomlin’s version:

Theme:

Joni Eareckson Tada: “Because of my spinal-cord injury, I can’t use my hands. That means I can’t hold things, and I don’t have very much strength in my arms. I can’t walk or run. But I can sing, and that’s why I love this special hymn, “Take My Life, and Let It Be.” I may be in a wheelchair, but I can still do a whole lot of things for God.”

Lydia’s Extra Thoughts: “I know, it’s just a goal. One says, ‘Hey, here’s a thought. Tomorrow I start out with that in mind. I say only those things Christ would want me to say. My voice is his voice. My lips are his lips. My hands are his hands, and so forth. What a concept.'”

Wordwise Hymns: Though they never met, Miss Havergal was an admirer of Fanny Crosby, and wrote a touching poem to her. It says in part:
Dear blind sister over the sea,
An English heart goes forth to thee.


Here Barbara at Stray Thoughts reviews the book In Trouble and In Joy by Sharon James which tells the stories of four Christian women, including Frances Ridley Havergal.

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 lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

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.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

On December 2, 1873, partially as a result of reading a book called All for Jesus, Frances Havergal consecrated her entire life to the Lord Jesus Christ. The words of this hymn are an expression of that consecration which continued to be worked out in her life as she grew older and found more and more areas of life to give over the lordship of Jesus.

Sources:
Steve Webb’s Lifespring Hymn Stories: Take My Life and Let It Be.
Girl With a Treasure: Frances Ridley Havergal.

Hymn #63: I’ll Fly Away

Lyrics: Albert E. Brumley, 1929.

Music: Albert E. Brumley

Theme: For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. I Thessalonians 4:16-17

Here’s Allison Krauss singing with scenes from the movie O Brother Where Art Thou.

My brother-in-law loved that movie; I was and am completely unable to share his enthusiasm, except for the music which is worth enduring the tediousness of the movie.

Some bright morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore
I’ll fly away

Chorus
I’ll fly away oh glory
I’ll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from prison bars has flown
I’ll fly away

Oh how glad and happy when we meet
I’ll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I’ll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then
I’ll fly away
To a land where joys will never end
I’ll fly away

Albert E. Brumley, the author and composer of this famous gospel hit, was the son of an Oklahoma share-cropper, and at the age of sixteen he decided to write gospel music.

“In 1926 Albert made a life-altering decision. He left the family farm and traveled east toward Hartford, Arkansas, searching for a “Good Samaritan.” His name was Eugene Monroe Bartlett, owner of the Hartford Music Company and director of the Hartford Musical Institute. . . . Throwing back his frail shoulders, Albert found the Institute and soon located Mr. Bartlett in his office. He introduced himself and said, “Mr. Bartlett, I hear that you’ll teach a fella how to sing and how to write music. I’ve come to learn and I understand I don’t have to have any money.”
Mr. Bartlett asked Albert if he at least had money for tuition, which was five dollars. Albert answered, “No, sir.” Bartlett then asked if he had any money for his room and board. Again the answer came, “No sir, Mr. Bartlett, I don’t have any money period.”
Albert never forgot what happened next. The “Good Samaritan” looked the frail young man up and down and said, “Well, in that case you better go over to my house and board.”

Brumley spent the rest of his life writing music,and he eventually bought Eugene Bartlett’s music publishing company after Bartlett’s death.

You can listen to this gospel favorite sung by almost any country or folk or gospel artist you want to hear. They’ve all recorded it: Wynona Judd, Johnny Cash, Jars of Clay, Merle Haggard, Charley Pride, Nickel Creek, Hank Williams, Alan Jackson, Loretta Lynn, Kanye West, WIllie Nelson, Plainsong, Ronnie Milsap, Aretha Franklin, George Jones, Avalon, and Jerry Lee Lewis, just to link and name a few.

Sources:
Biographical Sketch on the Life of Albert E. Brumley.

Hymn #64: To God Be the Glory

Lyrics: Fanny Crosby.

Music: William H. Doane.

Theme: In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace 8that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.
Ephesians 1:6-7

Steve Webb at Lifespring Hymn Stories: “One of Fanny Crosby’s many hymns which was not at all popular when it was first published. Cliff Barrows, of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association team, was introduced to this wonderful hymn eighty years after it was written, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

To God be the glory, great things He hath done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life, an atonement for sin,
And opened the lifegate, that all may go in.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer, the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see!

Refrain:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done!

William H. Doane was one of Fanny Crosby’s many collaborators. He was quite prolific himself, writing over 2000 hymn tunes.

I love this one, tune and lyrics. I can still hear my father-in-law, John Early (now with the Lord), humming and singing To God Be the Glory as he went about his daily tasks, gardening and cleaning and studying. I tend to slide into the same song, unconsciously, whenever I feel the urge to praise the Lord. I use the words I learned: “lifegate” and “transport.” I don’t mind adding new verses to an old song, but I don’t like changing the original words unless there’s a good reason to do so.

Now it’s also possible to write an entirely new song, inspired by an old one. This Andre Crouch standard isn’t Fanny’s song, but it’s obviously informed by her lyrics.

Sources:
Faith Alone Journal: To God Be the Glory.

Hymn #65: What Wondrous Love Is This

Lyrics: Attributed to Alexander Means.

Music: Appalachian folk tune arranged first by William Walker for his hymnal, The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion, then later by Southern Baptist musician William J. Reynolds.

Theme: Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
That the blessing of Abraham might come on the Gentiles through Jesus Christ; that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith.
Galatians 3:13-14.

This bluegrass version by a group called Blue Highway is not exactly the same tune that I’m used to hearing, but it’s probably more authentic and true to the older shape note rendition:

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!

When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down
Beneath God’s righteous frown,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

Ye winged seraphs, fly! Bear the news! bear the news!
Ye winged seraphs fly! bear the news!
Ye winged seraphs fly!
Like comets through the sky,
Fill vast eternity with the news, with the news,
Fill vast eternity with the news!

To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb,
Who is the great I AM,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme, I will sing.

Come, friends of Zion’s King, join the praise, join the praise,
Come, friends of Zion’s King, join the praise!
Come, friends of Zion’s King,
With hearts and voices sing,
And strike each tuneful string, in his praise, in his praise,
And strike each tuneful string in his praise.

And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free
I’ll sing His love for me,
And through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
And through eternity I’ll sing on.

It would be easy to make new verses to this song. Maybe I’ll see if my urchins can make up a new verse to sing to this tune that expresses their faith. Here’s mine:

Amazing grace, how sweet, sweet the sound, sweet the sound,
Amazing grace, how sweet, sweet the sound.
Amazing grace, how sweet
My Lord in heav’n I’ll meet,
We’ll sing and praise His grace, sweet the sound, sweet the sound.
We’ll sing and praise His grace, sweet the sound.

Yes, I borrowed a bit, but I rather like it. Anyone else want to try it?

Hymn #66: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence

Lyrics: Gerard Moultrie from a 4th century text.

Music: PICARDY from a French folk tune, arranged by Ralph Vaughan Williams.

Theme: [Jesus said:] I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world. John 6:51

Here is a Greek Orthodox version of this ancient hymn (not your more accessible PICARDY) that derives from what is called the Liturgy of St. James.

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six wingèd seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!

The words to this hymn are taken from a prayer written in the fourth century, used by the Orthodox church in Constantinople and still recited by Orthodox Christians to this day. The tune is based on a French carol melody and harmonized by Ralph Vaughn Williams. I’m especially pleased that this sort-of Christmas-y hymn made the list, because it has become one of my favorites since I was introduced to it just a few years ago.

And here’s the Picardy tune:

Such powerful images! And the music somehow intensifies the drama. I love singing this hymn with and before the “host of heaven” in a congregation “with fear and trembling” standing.

Hymn #67: Jesus Loves Me

Lyrics: Anna Warner wrote the first four verses printed below. Several authors have added more verses, including Anglican priest David Rutherford McGuire in 1971.
The chorus was added by William Bradbury.

Music: William B. Bradbury.

Theme: The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. I Timothy 1:14

Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Jesus loves me he who died
heaven’s gate to open wide.
He will wash away my sin,
let his little child come in.

Jesus loves me! Loves me still
Tho’ I’m very weak and ill;
That I might from sin be free
Bled and died upon the tree.

Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will henceforth live for Thee.

Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Additional verses and variations:
Jesus loves me, this I know,
as he loved so long ago,
taking children on his knee,
saying, “Let them come to me.”

Jesus loves me when I’m good,
When I do the things I should,
Jesus loves me when I’m bad,
Though it makes Him very sad.

Jesus loves me still today,
Walking with me on my way,
Wanting as a friend to give
Light and love to all who live.

Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
If I love Him when I die,
He will take me home on high.

Jesus loves me! See His grace!
On the cross He took my place.
There He suffered and He died,
That I might be glorified.

Jesus loves me! God’s own Son
Over sin the vict’ry won.
When I die, saved by His grace,
I shall see Him face to face.

Jesus loves me! He is near.
He is with His Church so dear.
And the Spirit He has sent
By His Word and Sacrament.

The lyrics to “Jesus Loves Me” first appeared in a novel written by Anna Warner’s sister Susan. Mr. Bradbury came across the lyrics and added music and a chorus.

Amy Carmichael, the Irish missionary to India, was converted after hearing “Jesus Loves Me” at a children’s mission in Yorkshire, England.

Wikipedia: “In 1943 in the Solomon Islands, John F. Kennedy’s PT-109 was rammed and sunk. Islanders Biuku Gasa and Eroni Kumana who found Kennedy and the survivors remembers that when they rode on PT boats to retrieve the survivors, the Marines sang this song with the natives, who learned it from missionaries.”

John Stott: “The love of Christ is an immense subject, shallow enough for a child to paddle in; “Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so.” But deep enough for giants to wade in: “how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ!” “the love of Christ is ‘broad’ enough to compass all mankind (especially Jews and Gentiles, the theme of these chapters), ‘long’ enough to last for eternity, ‘deep’ enough to reach the most degraded sinner, and ‘high’ enough to exalt him to heaven.”

Glimpses of Christian History: “When Mao Tse Tung founded the People’s Republic of China in 1949, the Christian church was severely persecuted, with little information coming to the outside world. In 1972 some Americans received an unusual message from China–that the “This I know” people were well! The Chinese authorities thought the message nonsensical, so they let it through. The Americans clearly understood the reference to Anna Warner’s simple hymn–“Jesus Loves Me.”

One Sunday at the close of a church service at Swiss L’Abri, Francis Schaeffer asked the congregation to sing, “Jesus Loves Me.” He smiled and added, “Some of you may realize that this is my favorite hymn.”

And on it goes. As a “Sunbeam” I earned to sing the chorus to “Jesus Loves Me” in Spanish, in Chinese, in Japanese, and probably in several more languages. I don’t remember any of the language versions except for the Spanish, but I do remember the point my teachers were trying to make: the gospel of Jesus, who loves us all, is for all people everywhere.

Ms. Warner’s little song continues to preach the gospel around the world in all sorts of languages and in many, many places. It’s been parodied, mocked, translated, taught, added to, revised, and sung all over the earth. This simple little hymn with even simpler chorus captures the essence of the gospel and, especially in Ms. Warner’s second and fourth verses, presents who Jesus is and what He did for us in terms so simple that any child, or child-like adult, who is willing to listen can understand and respond.

Hymn #68: Children of the Heavenly Father

Lyrics: Carolina W. Sandell-Berg, translated from Swedish to English by Ernst W. Olson.

Music: TRYGGARE KAN INGEN VARA, Swedish melody, arranged by Oskar Ahn­felt.

Theme: Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. I John 3:1.

The View From the Porch: “‘Children of the Heavenly Father’ is a sweet and lovely lullaby that is traditionally heard at Swedish funerals in these parts. When the small family group rose to sing this song as the service started, I knew I was in trouble. I held my own with only my chin trembling, until they sang the last verse… in Swedish. That was it. The tears flowed and it was so beautiful.”

Garrison Keillor: “I once sang the bass line of Children of the Heavenly Father in a room with about three thousand Lutherans in it; and when we finished, we all had tears in our eyes, partly from the promise that God will not forsake us, partly from the proximity of all those lovely voices. By our joining in harmony, we somehow promise that we will not forsake each other.”

Children of the Heavenly Father
Safely in His bosom gather
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given

God His own doth tend and nourish
In His holy courts they flourish
From all evil things He spares them
In His mighty arms He bears them

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever
Unto them His grace He showeth
And their sorrows all He knoweth

Though He giveth or He taketh
God His children ne’er forsaketh
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy

Lo their very hairs He numbers
And no daily care encumbers
Them that share His ev’ry blessing
And His help in woes distressing

Praise the Lord in joyful numbers
Your Protector never slumbers
At the will of your Defender
Ev’ry foe man must surrender.

Lina Berg, as she was known to her friends, wrote and published hymn lyrics even as a child. She was a sickly child and at the age of ten had to stay at home while the rest of her family attended the Lutheran church where her father was a pastor. When Lina was twenty-three, she accompanied her father on a boat trip and watched as he fell from the boat and drowned before her eyes.

After that experience, Lina wrote the other hymn for which she is most known in the English-speaking world, Day By Day.

Day by day and with each passing moment
Strength I find to meet my trials here
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best!
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Sources:
Christian History Institute: Lina Berg.
Luther Products: Children of the Heavenly Father, the Story of Lina Sandell.

Hymn #69: All My Hope On God Is Founded

Lyrics: Robert Bridges, 1899, based on a German hymn by Joachim Neander.

Music: MICHAEL by Herbert Howells, 1935.

Theme: Unless the LORD builds the house,
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
Psalm 127:1.

Robert Bridges: “And if we consider and ask ourselves what sort of music we should wish to hear on entering a church, we should surely, in describing our ideal, say first of all that it must be something different from what is heard elsewhere; that it should be a sacred music, devote to its purpose, a music whose peace should still passion, whose dignity should strengthen our faith, whose unquestion’d beauty should find a home in our hearts, to cheer us in life and in death.”

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,
tower and temple fall to dust.
But God’s power,
hour by hour,
is my temple and my tower.

God’s great goodness aye endureth,
deep his wisdom, passing thought:
splendor, light and life attend him,
beauty springeth out of naught.
Evermore
from his store
newborn worlds rise and adore.

Daily doth the 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.

I had never heard of this hymn, but the name Robert Bridges did ring a bell: he was Poet Laureate of England from 1913 to 1930. From Wikipedia:

Bridges made an important contribution to hymnody with the publication in 1899 of his Yattendon Hymnal, which he created specifically for musical reasons. This collection of hymns, although not a financial success, became a bridge between the Victorian hymnody of the last half of the 19th century and the modern hymnody of the early 20th century.
Bridges translated important historic hymns, and many of these were included in Songs of Syon (1904) and the later English Hymnal (1906). Several of Bridges’ translations are still in use today

Here’s a sample of one of his poems, simple, sweet, not terribly profound, certainly not in a “modern” (T.S. Eliot) style, but I rather like it.

Absence

WHEN my love was away,
Full three days were not sped,
I caught my fancy astray
Thinking if she were dead,

And I alone, alone:
It seem’d in my misery
In all the world was none
Ever so lone as I.

I wept; but it did not shame
Nor comfort my heart: away
I rode as I might, and came
To my love at close of day.

The sight of her still’d my fears,
My fairest-hearted love:
And yet in her eyes were tears:
Which when I question’d of,

‘O now thou art come,’ she cried,
”Tis fled: but I thought to-day
I never could here abide,
If thou wert longer away.’

Mr. Bridges considered entering the ministry in the Church of England, but he decided to become a doctor instead. He met poet Gerard Manley Hopkins at Corpus Christi College, and the two poets became lifelong friends and correspondents.

Herbert Howells was an organist and musician, and the particular tune paired here with Bridges’ lyrics was written in honor and memory of Howells’ son Michael who died of polio at the age of nine. Howells was a friend of the famous English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams.

Sources:
Poetry Foundation: Robert Bridges.

You can go here to read more poetry by Robert Bridges.

And here’s an interesting video animation set to the words of another Bridges poem entitled “The Evening Darkens Over.”

Finally, while researching this hymn online, I found this list of “The Top 20 Desert Island Hymns of Anglicans Online Readers.” I must not have had enough Anglican voters because only twelve of the twenty are on my list.

Hymn #70: Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Lyrics: Charles Wesley

Music: Felix Mendelssohn, adapted by William H. Cummings.

Theme: But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons. Galatians 4:4-5.

Patricia at Always Chasing Boys: “Call it doctrinal, call it whatever you want. I would not like to attend a church that does not include this hymn in its Christmas services. I love how this hymn relates directly to one of my favorite Bible verses, Luke 2:10.”

Hark the herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled”
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
“Christ is born in Bethlehem”
Hark! The herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!”

Christ by highest heav’n 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 newborn King!”

Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris’n 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 newborn King!”

There are three more traditional Christmas hymns on this list, coming in at #66, #51, and #47. Can you guess them?

Also, Mr. Wesley, prolific hymn writer that he was, wrote the lyrics for numbers 60, 57, 31, 30, 15, and 9. A virtual prize to anyone who names the six other Wesley hymns that made the list.

Semicolon Author Celebration of Charles Wesley.

An excellent sermon built on the words and music of Hark, The Herald Angels Sing.