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O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go – hymn

O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

This hymn has just been on my mind so I thought I would share it. I  hope that the love, light, and joy of Christ bring me to His cross, that I might give my life to Him. There are a couple of tunes for this one that have appeared across the years but this is the version that I prefer.


Enjoy and may you experience the “Love That Wilt Not Let You Go.”

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O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

words: George Matheson, 1882
music: Albert L. Peace, 1884

1 O love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

2 O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.

3 O joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.

4 O cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.


One Day! – hymn

One Day

For the last couple of weeks, this hymn has been sung around our home. Over and over. Often that drives me bananas but this hymn just has something about it that forces my mind to be joyful. There is so much joy, so much hope just built into the lyrics of this song. My hope rises and my soul rejoices when I hear my giggly girls breaking out in song and singing about Jesus’ love, His dying for me, and that One Day when He will come back.

It reminds me of a question that our preacher asked this morning in worship. We often think about our risen Savior but do we often remember that this same Savior will be coming back in clouds of glory? Do we remember that until He comes, we are to be reflecting His love, His light?

It is a good song to help me see that One Day is coming and I need to be prepared for that.

Want to hear it sung? Visit OCU’s Great Songs Chapel.

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One Day

J. Wilbur Chapman, 1910
Charles H. Marsh, 1910

1 One day when Heaven Was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was As black as could be,
Jesus came forth To be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men, my example is He!

Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried My sins far away;
Rising He justified freely forever:
One day He’s coming– O glorious day! 

2 One day they led Him Up Calvary’s mountain,
One day they nailed Him To die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He![Chorus]

3 One day they left Him Alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He![Chorus]

4 One day the grave Could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
Then He arose, over death He had conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore![Chorus]

5 One day the trumpet Will sound for His coming,
One day the skies With His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my beloved One bringing;
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine![Chorus]

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross – hymn

When I look at a cross, I see more than a shape, more than a form, more than a symbol. Many see the cross as a symbol of Jesus’ death. After all, when it is depicted, lots of times Jesus is hanging there.

Maybe what we should actually see, though, is what is not there – Jesus is not there! He conquered death, though he was nailed to the cross, tortured. He is stronger than anything on this earth. He died there on the cross but He did not stay there. He was placed in a tomb from which he walked away. He rose again so that we may have life through Him. He was resurrected!

When you see a cross, notice what is missing – our sins? Gone. Our hurts? Taken care of. Our pains? Dealt with. Our mistakes? Our problems? All of it – taken on Jesus’ shoulders and disposed of.

When you see a cross, notice the love. The love is dripping of the cross beam on which Jesus was hung. He was hung there out of love for us. For you. For me. Love is what allowed Him to be placed there. He could have stopped it. He had the power to say “Nope. Not gonna.” But he didn’t. Because He loved me.

When you look at the cross, see that Jesus loved you and me so much that he conquered death to give us love. As this hymn states “love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.” Will you give it all to Jesus? After all, the cross is empty. My all is not so much when compared to that. So, when you look at the cross, what will you see?

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When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

lyrics: Isaac Watts (1707)
music: Lowell Mason (1824; some attibute this to a Gregorian Chant melody)

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Who At My Door Is Standing? – hymn

This is one of those that I had forgotten yet we sang often at the congregation I grew up at. The simple lyrics remind us that Jesus is waiting for us. He is knocking at our hearts, waiting patiently for us to answer Him, to let Him enter and rule our lives. I find the third verse pretty, oh, touching, I guess. He is waiting patiently. Jesus waits so long, in fact, that the question is posed “aren’t you tired of waiting on me?” Are you making Jesus wait? Am I?

It is so easy. All we have to do is follow God’s word – hear His word, believe what He tells us there, repent of our sin, confess those sins before men, be baptized (immersed), and live faithfully according to scripture. We will fail at times in the living faithfully because we are human. But you know what? Jesus is still standing at my door, patiently drawing near. Do you hear him calling “Open the door for me. If thou wilt heed My calling, I will abide with thee.”

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Who at my door is standing

Who At My Door Is Standing?

words: Mary Bridges Canedy Slade (1876)
music: A.B. Everett

1 Who at my door is standing,
Patiently drawing near,
Entrance within demanding?
Whose is the voice I hear?

Sweetly the tones are falling;
“Open the door for me!
If thou wilt heed My calling,
I will abide with thee.”

2 Lonely without He’s staying:
Lonely within am I;
While I am still delaying,
Will He not pass me by? (Refrain)

3 All through the dark hours dreary,
Knocking again is He;
Jesus, art Thou not weary,
Waiting so long for me? (Refrain)

4 Door of my heart, I hasten!
Thee will I open wide.
Though He rebuke and chasten,
He shall with me abide. (Refrain)

When All of God’s Singers Get Home – hymn

When All of God's Singers Get Home

What an encouragement it is to sing together with brothers and sister who believe God and take Him at his word. Singing together seems to bind us together in a way that few other things do. Singing brings us together with sweetness, sorrow, happiness, lonliness, and every other emotion imaginable. There are plenty of times when speaking words cannot express something but singing it is possible and expresses the emotions felt perfectly.

Singing is something that impacts the desire of new brothers and sisters to attend and also impacts the joyful attendance of more mature brothers and sisters. One brother recently expressed it something like this – While I love the little congregation where I have been worshiping weekly, it is a joy to come home to this congregation and hear the joyful voices singing out and praising God together.

I agree. There is just something about praising God in song together, unhindered by instruments. Pure voices, pure love, pure joy. And I can’t wait to hear the singing in heaven “when all of God’s singers get home.”

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When All of God’s Singers Get Home

words: Luther G. Presley & Virgil O. Stamps (1937)
music: Virgil O. Stamps (1937)
What a song of delight in that City so bright
Will be wafted ‘neath Heaven’s fair dome!
How the ransomed will raise happy songs in His praise,
When all of God’s singers get home!

When all of God’s singers get home,
Where never a sorrow will come;
There’ll be “no place like home,”
When all of God’s singers get home.

As We sing here on earth, songs of sadness or mirth,
‘Tis a foretaste of rapture to come.
But our joy can’t compare with the glory up there,
When all of God’s singers get home! Chorus

Having overcome sin, “Hallelujah, AMEN!”
Will be heard in that land o’er the foam;
Every heart will be light and each face will be bright–
When all of God’s singers get home! Chorus

Give Thanks – hymn

Give Thanks

Today, I am thankful.

I am thankful for the lunch bag left on the kitchen counter because it means my husband came home safely from work last night.

I am thankful for the pile of laundry in the hallway. It means my children returned safely from camp.

I am thankful for the grumpiness of getting up this morning because it reminds me of the fun times we had as a family last night.

I am thankful for the dirty dishes. It reminds me that we have plenty to eat.

I am thankful for the pile of stuff in the hallway to give away. It helps me to see that my children are growing and thinking of others, as well as the fact that more than our every need is met.

I am thankful for cleaning to do because I have a home and a roof over my head.

I am thankful for the task of teaching my children because it allows me to guide them in the way of the Lord.

I am thankful for the papers that need graded for it shows that my children are learning and working.

I am thankful for late night talks because I can hear the growth in the questions being asked.

I am thankful for the pin prick in my heart while studying Jeremiah because it tells me that my heart is not hard.

I am thankful because God provides.

I am thankful because God is with me and my family.

I am thankful for Christ because through Him, I have hope, eternal life, and joy.

I am thankful.

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words/music: Henry Smith (1978)

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the holy one
Give thanks because he’s given Jesus Christ, his son

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the holy one
Give thanks because he’s given Jesus Christ, his son

And now let the weak say “I am strong”
Let the poor say “I am rich”
Because of what the Lord has done for us

And now let the sick say “I am whole”
Let the bound say “I am free”
Because of what the Lord has done for us
Give thanks

In Gethsemane Alone ~ hymn

In Gethsemane Alone

In Gethsemane Alone – This is another hymn I remember from my childhood that just points me to the Lord. How much love He has for me, for you, for anyone willing to obey His word, all of His word. The words of this hymn just really highlight the depth of love that Jesus showed for each and every person on the earth, then – now – and in the future, when he was willing to give His life on the cross.

He knew what was coming – the cross and the awful crucifixion – when he went to pray in the garden. Do you remember the anguish of his words?

Matthew 26:39 “He went a little farther and fell on His face, and prayed, saying, “O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.

Jesus prayed this not once, not twice, but three times. But He accepted the plan and fulfilled what was needed for me. And for you. He died on the cross so that we can accept his matchless grace. He gave himself to atone for our sins.

What Love!

What Matchless Love!

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In Gethsemane Alone

words and music: Samuel E. Reed (1912)

1 Oh, what wondrous love I see,
Freely shown for you and me,
By the One Who did atone!
Just to show His matchless grace,
Jesus suffered for the race,
In Gethsemane, alone.

Oh, what love, matchless love,
Oh, what love for me was shown!
His forever I will be,
For the love He gave to me,
When He suffered all alone.

2 “Tarry here,” He told the three,
“Tarry here and watch for Me,”
But they heard no bitter moan;
For the three disciples slept
While my loving Savior wept
In Gethsemane, alone. [Refrain]

3 Long in anguish deep was He,
Weeping there for you and me,
For our sin to Him was known;
We should love Him evermore
For the anguish that He bore
In Gethsemane, alone. [Refrain]

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