“Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven.”

A hymn by Hen­ry F. Lyte: Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore His praises sing: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. Praise Him for His grace and favor To our fathers in...

“The Lord of all ages is here”

A hymn by Charles Kingsley: The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand: Its storms roll up the sky: The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the Day of...

The Sands of Time are Sinking

From a hymn by Mrs. A.R. Cousin and Samuel Rutherford: The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks, The summer morn I’ve sighed for, The fair sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, And glory—glory dwelleth In...

“The Hand that made us is Divine”

A hymn by Joseph Addison: The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim: The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his creator’s power display, And publishes to every land The...

Two Hymns for Saturday Morning…

I don’t know the author to the first. The second is written by Isaac Watts. Both are gold… From ivied walls above the town the prophets’ school is looking down, And listening to the human din from marts and streets and homes of men: As Jesus viewed...

“Praise sits silent on our toungues.”

A hymn by Isaac Watts: Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars resolve their little rounds! There while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones...