Hymns from the Past: Be Kind to Each Other – By Fanny Crosby

Hello dear ones, I hope this post finds you all doing well! I’ve been saying for such a long time, and I suppose I’ll just continue to say it, that we need to be as gracious to others on social media as we would be if they were standing in front of us. There’s a lot of opportunities to lose our cool, especially with the wokeness that we’re often confronted with. However, the wonderful thing about talking to someone online is that, unlike in person, when you begin to be upset you can log off. Which means, we should be even more gracious online than we are in person! That’s why I picked this beautiful hymn by Fanny Crosby. Here she’s talking about being kind to one another because you never know when you’ll lose them. Loss was certainly something Ms. Crosby knew plenty about, having lost her fiancé right before they were supposed to be wed. She may have been blind, but she could clearly see we have an issue fighting our flesh, particularly when it comes to being kind to one another. I hope this hymn from the past blesses you all as much as it blessed me, as always beloved brethren be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved!

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Be kind to each other, 

The night’s coming on,

When friend and when brother,

Will surely be gone!

Then, ‘midst our dejection,

How sweet to have earned,

The blest recollection,

Of kindness returned.

When day hath departed,

And memory keeps,

Her watch, broken hearted,

Where all she loves sleeps,

Let falsehood assail not,

Nor envy disprove,

And trifles prevail not,

Against those whom you love.

Nor change with the morrow,

Should fortune take wing,

The deeper the sorrow,

The closer still cling!

Be kind to each other,

The night’s coming on,

When friend and when brother,

Will surely be gone.

When Once I Mourned a Load of Sin by Charles Spurgeon

Hymns from the Past

I found another beautiful hymn written by the Prince of Preachers himself. I love hymns, and I adore Spurgeon’s writings, so naturally his hymns are some of my favorite to read. I’m surprised so few of them are still song today, but I’m thankful we have the ability to see them online. As you spend the morning live streaming, I hope that you are all safe, healthy, and growing in the grace and the knowledge of our Lord and Savior. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

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When once I mourned a load of sin;

When conscience felt a wound within

When storms of sorrow toss my soul;

When waves of care a-round me roll;

When down the hill of life I go;

When over my feet death’s water flow;

When all my works were thrown away;

When on my knees I knelt to pray,

When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;

When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,

When in the deepening flood I sink;

When friends stand weeping on the brink,

Then blissful hour, remembered well,

I learned they love, Immanuel.

One word the tempests rage shall quell

That word, Thy name Immanuel.

I’ll mingle with my last farewell

Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

Then, blissful hour, remembered well,

I learned Thy love, Immanuel.

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How Should a Christian Deal With Anxiety?

Can you think of any other paths that Scripture lays out for us to battle the sin of faithlessness? What is your favorite hymn when dealing with trials, or sorrow?

A Hymn From the Past

Far From the World, O Lord, I Flee – by William Cowper

Today’s hymn is another of William Cowper’s, again focusing on the way a Christian should handle crisis. It’s easy to say “be anxious for nothing” but far more difficult to do it, or to explain how one goes about doing it. Anxiety, fear, faithlessness, can overwhelm even the most seasoned believer. How many messages did I hear about being anxious for nothing in the WoF movement? Too many to count. Unfortunately, I can count all the ways we were taught not to be anxious on one hand. It was simple, you rebuke the fear and the cause of the fear, then ignore it. Cancer? Job loss? Pandemic? Oh no, don’t pay that any attention, proceed as if all is well and surely don’t confide in another church goer, or heaven forbid, a pastor or elder. That would be speaking negative confessions. The answer was actually not an answer, the anxiety wasn’t gone, we just had to keep our problems to ourselves.

What is the actual answer? God has given us means of handling anxiety and fear, rather than expecting us to ignore them or pretend our words have magical powers. I can name four different avenues for renewing our minds when fear threatens to overwhelm us, if you can think of more from Scripture please add them in the comments below. 1. Prayer – what does it really mean to be praying ceaselessly? It doesn’t mean becoming a monk, refusing to eat, sleep, or talk. But to be bringing our thoughts, concerns, praises, thanksgivings to the throne of God throughout the day. In this way, when anxiety or fear begins to bubble up in our minds we have a place of authority to take them. We can rest at the foot of the throne, pouring out our troubles before the God of the universe. One other point about prayer is that we can pray for one another, we don’t have to be alone in this. Asking believers for prayer, and praying for brothers and sisters-in-Christ is such a joy to me, as I often remember what it was like to keep it all inside.

2. Study – When we go to Scripture for devotions and study we learn about God, about His character, about the bigger picture that we tend to miss during our anxious days. We’re grounded again on the truth of God’s sovereignty, reminded of eternity, reminded of His call to share the Gospel, and reminded of mercy when we stumble into fearful anxiety. This is another thing we don’t have to do alone, we can have Bible studies together! 3. Worship – This is the actual point of this post, below is another beautiful hymn that reminds us of our true home. Job asked His wife about this, when she recommended that he just curse God and die. How could he do that? How could he praise God when everything was good, and then turn his back on God when things were, well, awful? When we give God the glory that He so truly is owed, even when we are hurting, we are reminded of the God we serve. Through the words of a Psalm or a hymn we can sing of His love, His mercy, His salvation, of all that He has already done. This takes our mind off of the momentary affliction and puts it where it out to be, reorienting our perspective back on what we have already been given! 4. Fellowship – final thought on this is how we can fellowship. True that right now we’re unable to meet in large numbers, but when we talk with one another about God, about our trials and His provisions, we are baring one another burdens. We’re not alone, we have a family, a body of believers, each with their own battles against the flesh. Alone we might feel like we’re the single most wretched sinner to ever be forgiven, but when we are brought together and enjoy a time of fellowship we see that God is sanctifying all of us. What a kindness God has given to His children!

Can you think of any other paths that Scripture lays out for us to battle the sin of faithlessness? What is your favorite hymn when dealing with trials, or sorrow? Mine is Pass Me Not by Fanny Crosby, but these lyrics below are also edifying and beautiful. I hope you are blessed by this hymn, and please let me know if there is anyway I could be praying for you. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by Thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow Thee.

There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
O with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!

There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
And, all harmonious names in one,
My Saviour,–Thou art mine!

What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above
When time shall be no more!

Hymns of the Past: God Moves in a Mysterious Way – William Cowper

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

By William Cowper

William Cowper was born in the early 1700’s and spent many years in a deep depression. Eventually, having attempting suicide several times, he was placed in an insane asylum where he found a Bible and God graciously saved him. Later, after having moved, Cowper became good friends with John Newton who involves him in ministry to help him with the continued melancholy. This hymn below, written by Cowper, is a beautiful choice for this week when so many are concerned about the virus outbreak. I hope this will bless you today, as always beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

A Very Cliche Christmas Hymn

I know, I know, I usually dig deep into the varied hymnal books of the past and find the most random song to share with you. I find that I have become predictable in this Sunday post. So, I’m throwing you all a curveball, and picking a very cliche Christmas hymn, Silent Night. When I was little everything was chaotic, there was no stability in our home. But one thing that was always a source of comfort was the Christmas tree. My mom would let us drown that thing in tinsel without hesitation, and I would sleep on the couch each night falling asleep to the glittering tree and Silent Night.

This song was all the theology my little heart had, but it was enough to convince my childlike mind that God was real and Jesus had come to earth all those years ago. Even as a false convert, I later sang this hymn to Kayliegh as if it were a lullaby. This is the last Christmas hymn I’ll be sharing this year. We’re heading into 2020, can you believe that? I hope this is a blessing to you all as it is to me. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Silent night! Holy night! 
All is calm, all is bright 
’round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant, so tender and mild, 
sleep in heavenly peace, 
sleep in heavenly peace. 

Silent night! Holy night! 
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar,
heav’nly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ, the Savior, is born! 
Christ, the Savior, is born! 

Silent night! Holy night! 
Son of God, love’s pure light,
radiant beams from thy holy face,
with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, 
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

Silent night! Holy night!
wondrous star, lend thy light;
with the angels let us sing
alleluias to our King;
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ, the Savior, is born!