Quick Announcement & Hymns of the Past – A Tower of Strength our God is Still: by Martin Luther

***Quick Announcement***

I am absolutely thrilled to welcome a new podcast into the Tulips & Honey Hub family! The Chuck & Lo Show! Tomorrow, Lord willing, Chuck and Lo’s testimony will be sharing on Tulips & Honey and soon, you’ll be hearing from them on their very own podcast. I’ll keep you all updated, but until more news comes out you can follow them on Twitter. Please join me in praying for them as they begin their podcasting journey. Over and out.

As you’re all aware, dear friends, October is Reformation month! So, I thought I’d share a Luther hymn. In common slang, I believe we’d call Luther pretty salty. My own term for it is feisty. However you title it, it comes through beautifully in this hymn. I pray that it is a blessing to you, beloved, as it is to me. As always, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

A tow’r of strength our God is still!
A mighty shield and weapon;
He is our help from all the ill
That hath us now o’ertaken.
The old bitter foe
Now means deadly woe:
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight,
On earth is not his equal.

With might of ours here naught is done,
Our loss were soon effected:
But for us fights the Valiant One,
Who God Himself elected.
Ask you: “Who is He?”
Christ Jesus: here see
Great Sabaoth’s Lord! 
There is no other God: 
His is the field forever.

Though devils all the world should fill,
All watching to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They cannot overpower us.
This world’s prince may still
Scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none,
For he is judged—undone;
One little Word o’erthrows him.

The Word of God they shall let stand
And not a thank have for it,
Here Christ Himself leads the command
With His great gifts and Spirit;
And take they our life,
Goods, fame, child and wife,
When their worst is done,
They yet have nothing won;
The kingdom ours remaineth.

Sunday Hymns of the Past – Be Thou My Vision

Hello dear ones, and happy Lords Day! Have y’all heard Shane & Shane’s version of this hymn? It’s beautiful, I’ll attach the video below. In unrelated news, another great band CityALight will be joining us on Tulips & Honey for an interview soon. You can check out their music here. What a blessing it is, in the sea of heretical and compromising bands, to have a few that still hold true to Gods Word. I pray that your fellowship today was sweet! As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art
High King of Heaven, my victory won
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heav’n’s Sun
Heart of my own heart, whate’er befall
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all

https://youtu.be/knfo98ZrtYQ

Sunday Hymns of the Past: Blessed Redeemer, Graciously Hear Us

Dear ones, some days are better then others for my brain. Some days I feel sharp, like I can pay attention, remember things, avoid running into door knobs and counters (walls, furniture, anything and everything within a two foot radius) and accomplish everything I need to get done with ease. And then other days my brain goes into what I’ve termed “space cadet mode”. In space cadet mode I remember nothing, in fact I often wake up with bruises everywhere from all the things I ran into, only I can’t even remember running into anything. Unlike those kitchen counters, I don’t feel sharp. I can’t pay attention to anything, my thoughts race so fast that I can hardly put two of them together and form a sentence, and I accomplish very little. It can feel helpless, hopeless, and overwhelming.

These days are the days when I cherish the old hymns. They remind me that this is not my home, and that one day my brain will be restored, this sin cursed body will be raised anew, and I will never again struggle with these light afflictions. They remind me to be thankful in this short trial, often over as soon as it starts! And I am thankful to God for my Space Cadet Mode. It’s often in these modes that I let loose and have more fun with my daughter. I don’t strain myself to fit as much work as I possibly can into each second. It reminds me of my great need for God, and my need for prayer. And the bumps or bruises remind me to rejoice in Gods grace, that the pain is only momentary. God is good. Regardless of what I am going through, God is good. I hope this hymn will, likewise, bless you. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Blessed Redeemer, graciously hear us,
Breathing devotion like incense to Thee;
Tenderly shield us, lovingly cheer us,
Blessed Redeemer, Thy children are we.
While in Thy kingdom angels adore Thee,
Joyfully singing ever before Thee;
Grant our petition—hear, we implore Thee,
Voices now singing praises to Thee.
Tenderly shield us, lovingly cheer us,
Blessed Redeemer, Thy children are we.

Tranquilly fading, slowly declining,
Twilight is passing in beauty away;
Now on Thy bosom safely reclining,
Teach us, our Father, oh, teach us to pray.
Blessed Redeemer, leave us, oh never,
Till we have anchored over the river,
Till we shall praise Thee, singing forever,
Jesus, our Savior, glory to Thee.
Now on Thy bosom safely reclining,
Teach us, our Father, oh, teach us to pray.

Sunday Hymns of the Past – I Must Have the Savior with Me: By Fanny Crosby

In Fanny Crosby’s dark world, where the sunlight could never pierce through her blindness, she found strength in the Rock. She knew her need, she knew that she must have her savior with her. We might, dear ones, have sight today. You can read these words, the sunrise, the world around you, but you need Christ no less than Fanny did. It is when we forget the need we have, when we rely on our own strength, that we fall. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

I must have the Savior with me,
For I dare not go alone,
I must feel His presence near me,
And His arm around me thrown.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
For my faith, at best, is weak;
He can whisper words of comfort,
That no other voice can speak.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
In the onward march of life,
Thro’ the tempest and the sunshine,
Thro’ the battle and the strife.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
And His eye the way must guide,
Till I reach the vale of Jordan,
Till I cross the rolling tide.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior – Fanny Crosby

In hearing that my favorite hymn is Pass Me Not, my dear sister Becca created this graphic for me. It’s beautiful, and I thank God for His kindness in my life to send me faithful brothers and sisters in Christ to encourage me, rebuke me, teach me, and edify me. I pray that the Lord would use me to do the same in return to His Church. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Pass me not, O gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief
Kneeling there in deep contrition
Help my unbelief
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Thou the spring of all my comfort
More than life to me
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by

Hymns of the Past – Mighty God, While Angels Bless You by Robert Robinson

Hello friends! I hope you are doing well this Lords Day, and that you’re fellowship was sweet. I have been absent for several days, each day having its own difficulties. I hope, from here on out, to have things settle down. At least, until this assignment ends and we’re on the road again. This hymn is so beautiful, in that it honors and glorifies the only one deserving of such things. So often this past week I heard the refrain repeatedly that man should be given some of that glory, it ought not go all to God. Oh the deep, wretched refuse of sinful pride which fills mans heart.

My beloved brethren, anything in us that could be claimed ‘good’ is as filthy rags in comparison to Gods great righteousness! Today in my morning reading I landed on Psalms 89. Verse 14 says Righteousness and Justice are the foundations of Your (God) throne; Lovingkindness and truth go before You. This, dear ones, can not be given as a description to any other. This describes God, and to Him alone belongs all glory, honor, and praise.

Mighty God, while angels bless you,
may a mortal sing your name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
you are ev’ry creature’s theme.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

Lord of ev’ry land and nation,
ancient of eternal days,
sounded through the wide creation
be your just and lawful praise.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

For the grandeur of your nature,
grand beyond a seraph’s thought,
for created works of power,
works with skill and kindness wrought.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

But your rich, your free redemption,
dark through brightness all along,
thought is poor, and poor expression,
who dare sing that wondrous song?
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

Brightness of the Father’s glory,
shall your praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
sing the Lord who came to die.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

From the highest throne in glory,
to the cross of deepest woe,
all to ransom guilty captives,
flow my praise, forever flow.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.

Hymns of the Past – Pass Me Not by Fanny Crosby

I hope this post finds you all doing well, and that you’ve shared a fruitful day of fellowship this Lords day. The first time I heard this hymn was during a speech by Jonnie Ereckson-Tada. What a beautiful hymn this is, made more beautiful by its encouragement to saints like the writer, Fanny Crosby, who are in trials or difficulties. I pray it will bless you all as much as it has blessed me. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.
Pass me not, O gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief
Kneeling there in deep contrition
Help my unbelief
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Thou the spring of all my comfort
More than life to me
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by

https://youtu.be/3cnL_CY_sRI

Hymns of the Past – Sovereign Grace has Power Alone by John Newton

This beautiful hymn was written by John Newton, writer of Amazing Grace. The style and rhythm of this hymn, along side it’s evangelical message, makes it a great one to teach children. I hope it will bless you all, my friends, on this Lords Day! As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Sovereign grace has power alone
To subdue a heart of stone;
And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.

When the Lord was crucified,
Two transgressors with Him died;
One with vile blaspheming tongue,
Scoffed at Jesus as he hung.

Thus he spent his wicked breath,
In the very jaws of death
Perished, as too many do,
With the Savior in his view.

But the other, touched with grace,
Saw the danger of his case;
Faith received to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhorred.

This was wondrous grace indeed,
Grace vouchsafed in time of need!
Sinners, trust in Jesus’ name;
You shall find Him still the same.

But beware of unbelief,
Think upon the hardened thief;
If the Gospel you disdain,
Christ, to you, will die in vain.

Hymns from the Past – Dear Christians, One and All, Rejoice!

This hymn, dear ones, is a beautiful, clear, Gospel presentation and testimony, all while praising the Lord! It doesn’t get much better than this.

Dear Christians, one and all, rejoice,
With exultation springing,
And with united heart and voice
And holy rapture singing,
Proclaim the wonders God has done,
How his right arm the victory won.
What price our ransom cost him!

Fast bound in Satan’s chains I lay,
Death brooded darkly over me,
Sin was my torment night and day;
In sin my mother bore me.
But daily deeper still I fell;
My life became a living hell,
So firmly sin possessed me.

My own good works all came to naught,
No grace or merit gaining;
Free will against God’s judgment fought,
Dead to all good remaining.
My fears increased till sheer despair 
Left only death to my share;
The pangs of hell I suffered.

But God had seen my wretched state
Before the world’s foundation,
And mindful of his mercies great,
He planned for my salvation.
He turned to me a father’s heart;
He did not choose easy part
But gave his dearest treasure.

God said to his beloved Son:
“It’s time to have compassion.
Then go, bright jewel of my crown,
And bring to all salvation;
From sin and sorrow set them free;
Slay bitter death for them that they
May live with you forever.”

The Son obeyed his Father’s will,
Was born of virgin mother;
And God’s good pleasure to fulfill,
He came to be my brother.
His royal power disguised he bore,
A servant’s form, like mine, he wore
To lead the devil captive.

To me he said: “Stay close to me,
I am your rock and castle.
Your ransom I myself will be;
For you I strive and wrestle;
For I am yours, and you are mine,
And where I am you may remain;
The foe shall not divide us.

“Though he will shed my precious blood,
Of life me thus bereaving,
All this I suffer for your good;
Be steadfast and believing.
Life will from death the victory win;
My innocence shall bear your sin;
And you are blest forever.

“Now to my Father I depart,
From earth to heaven ascending,
And heavenly wisdom to impart,
The Holy spirit sending;
In trouble he will comfort your
And teach you always to be true
And into truth shall guide you.

What I on earth have done and taught
Guide all your life and teaching;
So shall the kingdom’s work be wrought
And honored in your preaching.
But watch lest foes with base alloy
The heavenly treasure should destroy;
This final word I leave you.

By Martin Luther

Sunday Hymn From the Past – Christ Jesus Lay in Death’s Strong Bands

It’s Reformation month again, dear ones! Can you believe it’s been a year since the 500th Anniversary of the Reformation? Wow that year went by fast. This month, like last year, I’m going to be sharing hymns written by reformers. We’ll start this month out strong, with a Martin Luther hymn. I hope it blesses you, as much as it blessed me, as always beloved brethren be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands,
for our offenses given;
but now at God’s right hand He stands
and brings us light from heaven.
Therefore let us joyful be
and sing to God right thankfully
loud songs of hallelujah.
Hallelujah!
It was a strange and dreadful strife
when life and death contended;
the victory remained with life,
the reign of death was ended.
Holy Scripture plainly saith
that death is swallowed up by death;
his sting is lost forever.
Hallelujah!

Here the true Paschal Lamb we see, 
whom God so freely gave us; 
He died on the accursed tree – 
so strong His love to save us. 
See, His blood doth mark our door; 
faith points to it, death passes o’er, 
and Satan cannot harm us. 
Hallelujah!
So let us keep the festival
whereto the Lord invites us;
Christ is Himself the Joy of all,
the Sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth impart
eternal sunshine to the heart;
the night of sin is ended.
Hallelujah!