Showing posts with label Hymns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hymns. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 April 2026

The Resurrection and the Life


Following on from Good Friday, here’s another hymn from John Newton for Easter Sunday. This was published in the Olney Hymns, 1779, Bk. i., No. 116, under the title ‘The Resurrection and the Life’.


Notice the first three stanzas are set around by quotation marks, with Christ addressing the believer, to which the rest of the hymn then provides a response.


“I am,” says Christ, “your glorious Head,”

(May we attention give,)

“The Resurrection of the dead,

The life of all that live.


“By faith in me the soul receives

New life, though dead before;

And he that in my name believes,

Shall live to die no more.


“The sinner sleeping in his grave

Shall at my voice awake,

And when I once begin to save,

My work I’ll ne’er forsake.”


Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord,

On us assembled here;

Put forth thy Spirit with the word,

And cause the dead to hear.


Preserve the power of faith alive

In those who love thy name;

For sin and Satan daily strive

To quench the sacred flame.


Thy power and mercy first prevailed

From death to set us free;

And often since our life had failed,

Had it not been in thee.


To thee we look, to thee we bow,

To thee for help we call;

Our Life and Resurrection thou,

Our Hope, our Joy, our All.

Friday, 3 April 2026

Looking at the Cross


For this year’s Good Friday, here’s one from John Newton.


This was published in the Olney Hymns, 1779, Bk. ii., No. 57, under the title ‘Looking at the Cross’.


In spite of it being one of his lesser-known hymns, it carries his trademarks. Note the preponderance of monosyllabic words and the theologically-informed piety.


In my home church back in the day, we sung it with a refrain after each verse:


O, can it be, upon a tree

The Saviour died for me?

My soul is thrilled, my heart is filled,

To think He died for me!


In evil long I took delight,

Unawed by shame or fear,

Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopped my wild career:


I saw One hanging on a Tree,

In agonies and blood,

Who fix’d His languid eyes on me,

As near His Cross I stood.


Sure never, till my latest breath,

Can I forget that look:

It seem’d to charge me with His death,

Though not a word He spoke:


My conscience felt and owned the guilt,

And plunged me in despair,

I saw my sins His blood had spilt,

And helped to nail Him there.


Alas! I knew not what I did!

But now my tears are vain;

Where shall my trembling soul be hid?

For I the Lord had slain!


A second look He gave, which said,

‘I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid;

I die, that thou may’st live.’


Thus, while His death my sin displays,

In all its blackest hue,

Such is the mystery of grace,

It seals my pardon too.


With pleasing grief, and mournful joy,

My spirit now is fill’d,

That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by Him I kill’d.

Monday, 1 September 2025

When Morning Gilds the Skies


Today, I begin a two-month sabbatical from my work in church life and ministry.


That aside, for some reason this morning, I’ve had ‘When morning gilds the skies’ playing on a loop in my head!


When morning gilds the skies,

My heart awaking cries:

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Alike at work and prayer

To Jesus I repair:

May Jesus Christ be praised!


I haven’t sung it for years, probably decades, so not quite sure why it should pop up today.


The one line struck me – ‘Alike at work and prayer’ – and I wondered if this was a reference to the workplace or to ‘Christian work’. No matter, I’ll claim it as a line asking God’s blessing on our work.


For the sake of fullness, here are the other great verses:


To Thee, my God above,

I cry with glowing love,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

The fairest graces spring

In hearts that ever sing,

May Jesus Christ be praised!


Does sadness fill my mind?

A solace here I find,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Or fades my earthly bliss?

My comfort still is this,

May Jesus Christ be praised!


When evil thoughts molest,

With this I shield my breast,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

The powers of darkness fear,

When this sweet chant they hear,

May Jesus Christ be praised!


When sleep her balm denies,

My silent spirit sighs,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

The night becomes as day,

When from the heart we say,

May Jesus Christ be praised!


Be this, while life is mine,

My canticle divine,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Be this th’ eternal song

Through all the ages long,

May Jesus Christ be praised!


I’ve just discovered a 15-verse version here!


The words are rom the Ka­thol­isch­es Ge­sang­buch (Würz­burg, Ger­ma­ny: c. 1744), trans­lat­ed from Ger­man by Edward Caswall (1814–1878).

Friday, 18 April 2025

Wounded for Me


For this year’s Good Friday...


The story goes that in the years following the First World War, William Gilbert Ovens (1870–1945) saw a wounded veteran limping past on the street and was impressed by the thought that, in a sense, the young man had taken that wound for him.


With those thoughts in mind, Ovens wrote a chorus, ‘Wounded for Me’, which provides the first stanza of the below hymn. Gladys Watkin Roberts (1888–1988) added four more stanzas to complete the picture of Jesus dying for me, risen for me, living for me, and coming for me.


Wounded for me, wounded for me,

There on the cross He was wounded for me;

Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,

All because Jesus was wounded for me.


Dying for me, dying for me,

There on the cross He was dying for me;

Now in His death my redemption I see,

All because Jesus was dying for me.


Risen for me, risen for me,

Up from the grave He has risen for me;

Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,

All because Jesus has risen for me.


Living for me, living for me,

Up in the skies He is living for me;

Daily He’s pleading and praying for me,

All because Jesus is living for me.


Coming for me, coming for me,

Soon in the air He is coming for me;

Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,

Oh, how I praise Him! He’s coming for me.


William G. Ovens (1870–1945) and Gladys W. Roberts (1888–1988)

Wednesday, 25 December 2024

Shepherds, Rejoice!


Even though it’s not strictly a Christmas carol, Isaac Watts’ ’Joy to the World’ is familiar to many. The one below by him is not so well known. I like that it tells a story of sorts. The first two stanzas are spoken by the angel Gabriel, then comes the response of the heavenly choir in stanza three, followed by our call to praise in stanza four.


‘Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes

And send your fears away;

News from the region of the skies:

Salvation’s born today!

Jesus, the God whom angels fear,

Comes down to dwell with you;

Today he makes his entrance here,

But not as monarchs do.


‘No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,

Nor royal shining things;

A manger for his cradle stands,

And holds the King of kings.

Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,

And see his humble throne;

With tears of joy in all your eyes,

Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.’


Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around

The heavenly armies throng;

They tune their harps to lofty sound

And thus conclude the song:

‘Glory to God that reigns above,

Let peace surround the earth;

Mortals shall know their Maker’s love

At their Redeemer's birth.’


Lord! and shall angels have their songs

And men no tunes to raise?

O may we lose these useless tongues

When they forget to praise!

‘Glory to God that reigns above,

That pitied us forlorn!’

We join to sing our Maker’s love,

For there’s a Saviour born.


Words by Isaac Watts (1674–1748).