So, I have a very wide range when it comes to my taste in music, both secular and Christian. When I listen to Christian music, I love contemporary music as much as the next person who loves contemporary music, but sometimes I forget how much I really love hymns.
I'm one of those unusual people who has a great love for good poetry, and that's what hymns make me think of. I love a good hymn. And I'm also really weird, in that I have to write down the lyrics to a song in order to get it out of my head.Maybe you'll enjoy the beauty of these as much as I do...
"Come thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Here by Thy great help I've come
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God.
He, to resuce me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
Oh, that day when free from sinning
I shall see Thy lovely face!
Clothed then in blood-washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovreign grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry
Take my ransomed soul away.
Send Thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless days.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be.
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it.
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart
Oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."
"And I hear the Savior sing,
'Thy strength indeed is small.
Child of weakness watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.'
Cause Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Lord now, indeed I find,
Thy power, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone.
Cause Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
And when, before the throne,
I stand in Him complete,
'Jesus died my soul to save,'
My lips shall still repeat.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
O! Praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead!
O! Praise the One who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead!
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow."
"O Lord, my God,
When I, in awesome wonder,
Consider all the works Thy hands have made,
I see the stars,
And I hear the rollnig thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed;
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art!
When through the woods
And forest glades I wander,
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze;
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art!
And when I think that God,
His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die,
I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross,
My burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died
To take away my sin;
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come
With shouts of acclamation,
And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
'My God, how great Thou art!'"
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