Hymns

My favorite him is:
Nearer Still Nearer
(Words & Music: Lei­la N. Mor­ris, 1898)
Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior—so precious Thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast.
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”;
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an offr’ing to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine!
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

Maize said:

Ok, I'm not a Christian, and don't attend a conventional Christian church any longer, but I did grow up going to the Church of Christ. So many of the hymns we used to sing on a regular basis are part of my childhood, even if they mean something different to me today.

But I'm curious, what are some your favorite Christian hymns?

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My favorite hymn has always been Be Thou My Vision. It's a really humble song of giving God the credit and the glory of being the Lord of my life.

hi maize,

nice post. its not often people talk about hymns anymore. it seems thesedays that the 'band' has to play loud to get closer to God.

my favorite hymn is 'When I survey the wonderous Cross'
im sure you will have heard of it.

yours in christ,
halfgospel

Both of these were done today in my church in honor of Mother's Day.

"Bring Many Names"

Bring many names, beautiful and good; celebrate in parable and story, holiness in glory, living, loving God: hail and hosana, bring many names.

Strong mother God, working night and day, planning all the wonders of creation, setting each equation, genius at play.: hail and hosana, strong mother God!

Warm father God, hugging every child, feeling all the strains of human living, caring and forgiving, till we're reconciled: hail and hosana, warm father God!

Old, aching God, gray with endless care, calmly piercing evil's new disguises, glad of new surprises, wiser than despair: hail and hosana, old, aching God!

Young, growing God, eager still to know, willing to be changed by what you've started, quick to be delighted, singing as you go: hail and hosana, young, growing God!

Great, living God, never fully known, joyful darkness far beyond our seeing, closer yet than breathing, everlasting home: hail and hosana, great, living God!


"Mother of All"

Mother of all, in every age, in every clime adored, by saint, by poet, and by sage, your praises high have soared.

Goddess of nurture and of love, all nature sings your care. In life's extravagance you prove the gift of giving fair.

O spirit of unfolding grace and deepest mystery, teach us compassion's gentle face and wisdom's mastery.

Teach us to cherish this proud earth, its fragile beauty praise, and for the dreams your joy gives birth, a hopeful future raise.

Lay down my dear brothers, lay down and take your rest
Oh won't you lay your head upon your saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Lay down my dear brothers, lay down and take your rest
Oh won't you lay your head upon your saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Walking in Jerusalem just like John (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
I remember right well, I remember right well (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
His rod and his staff shall comfort me (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
"A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
"B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
Well it eat all the children that would not be good (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
I'm walking in Jerusalem just like John (bid you goodnight, goodnight)
Walking in the valley of the shadow of death (bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight)

Lay down my dear brothers, lay down and take your rest
Oh won't you lay your head upon your saviour's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus love you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

-hymn by the dead

My favorite him is:
Nearer Still Nearer
(Words & Music: Lei­la N. Mor­ris, 1898)
Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior—so precious Thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast.
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”;
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an offr’ing to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine!
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

My favorite hymns
-Follow the Drinking Gourd
-There is more Love Somewhere
-Spirit of Life/Funete de Amor
-We're Going to Sit at the Welcome Table
-For all that is our Life
-We'll Build a Land
-Down by the Riverside (study war no more)
-Tis a Gift to be Simple
-Enter, Rejoice and Come In

Good resurection of a thread!

Take my Life
Frances Havergal

Take my life, and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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 intellect, and use
every power 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.

Arise!

Arise! Arise! Arise, my soul, arise!
shake off your guilty fears and rise;
The bleeding sacrifice on my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above, for me to intercede;
His all redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead:
His blood atoned for all our race,
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away, the presence of His Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw near,
With confidence I now draw near,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.

My Favorite hymn is Abide With Me:
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.


Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.


I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

My favorites were sung to me by my grandmother as lullabyes. "I Come to the Garden Alone", "He Lives," and "It Only Takes a Spark."

Todd said:

This is my favorite.

How great Thou art




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We used some of the lyrics from that song on the bulletin cover for my grandmother's funeral. Granted, that's just about the only thing I remember about the funeral, outside of my family being in a feud the whole time, and going back to school the next day so I didn't miss carolling with the band.

My favorite hymns:

Marvelous Things
There's A Stirring
There Is A God
Seek Ye First
As The Deer
Sing Hallelujah
His Grace Reaches Me
Nearer, Still Nearer
I'll Fly Away
Prince Of Peace
Can He Still Feel Nails?
You Are My All In All
Jesus Is Lord
The Greatest Commands
Just A Little Walk With Jesus
Sing And Be Happy
Jesus Is Coming Soon
Here We Are But Straying Pilgrims
We Will Glorify
Beautiful Star Of Bethlehem
Soldiers Of Christ, Arise
Someday

There are more, but...well, you know.

Impossible to choose just one. My real personal favorites are:

Nunc Dimittis
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word.
for mine eyes have seen thy salvation,
Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;
To be a light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of thy people Israel.

Tin Timioteran
More honourable than the cherubim
and beyond compare more glorious than the seraphim
without corruption thou gavest birth to God the Word
true Theotokos, thee do we magnify.

My favorite gospel song is "Rough Side of the Mountain," the chorus of which is:

I'm comin' up on the rough side of the mountain,
I must hold to God, His powerful hand.
I'm comin' up on the rough side of the mountain,
I'm doin' my best to make it in.

I also have a sentimental attachment to "Silent Night," as my grandmother used to sing it, in German. (In English, it doesn't do much for me.)

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Alles schläft, einsam wacht
Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar,
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh'!
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh'!

I also like the song "Crown Him With Many Crowns":
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Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

(Alto)There's a stirring deep within me
could it be my time has come?

(Add Tenor)When i'll see my gracious savior
face to face when all is done.

(Add Soprano) Is that His voice I am hearing?
Come away my precious one.

(Add Bass)Is he calling me?
Is he calling me?

I will rise up, rise up
and bow down (women echo)
and lay my crown (women echo)
at his wounded feet

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It's a very beautiful song if you hear it.

I love both the bass and tenor line in that song Spook Boy, as a Tenor that has been converted to bass, it makes it hard to choose! The song really has the voice harmony that I love.

It may be an oldie, out of fashion maybe, but this one is still one of my favourites; 1. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, our shelter from the stormy blast, and our eternal home.2. Under the shadow of thy throne, still may we dwell secure; sufficient is thine arm alone, and our defense is sure.3. Before the hills in order stood, or earth received her frame, from everlasting, thou art God, to endless years the same.4. A thousand ages, in thy sight, are like an evening gone; short as the watch that ends the night, before the rising sun.5. Time, like an ever rolling stream, bears all who breathe away; they fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.6. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come; be thou our guide while life shall last, and our eternal home.Text: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Music: Attr. to William Croft; harm. by W.H. Monk