This is the Day That the Lord Hath Made – Issac Watts

There are times when the strain of this sinful world threatens to overwhelm me, dear ones. When things are being written that make me wonder how professing Christians could think it was acceptable. When Christians in other countries are being imprisoned and martyred. When lies are being told, and hatred is masked by manipulation. When the walls are closing in, and there’s nothing I can do about any of these things. I had a conversation with a brother-in-Christ recently, we were talking about commentaries and I mentioned how I had hoped to find more time for reading them. He gave me wonderful advice, he said that he stops in his study of Scripture and prays. It refocuses him, and makes his time in Gods Word sweeter.

I felt like Christian in Doubting Castle, the key to escape was in his pocket the whole time. The answers to my inability to fix these issues was here all the time, prayer. This causes me to want to praise and worship, to shout out my thanksgivings to God! What mercy is this? What kindness? A wretch like me, sinful , weak, impatient, and in a daily battle with the flesh, can come before the thrice holy God, before His throne, to pray to Him? I can’t even get ahold of my own state Senator but I can go before the King of Kings? Truly this God we serve is worthy of all praise, and honor, and glory! I hope this hymn blesses you, as its blessed me, and as always beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

This is the day the Lord has made;
He calls the hours His own;
let heav’n rejoice, let earth be glad,
and praise surround the throne.

Today he rose and left the dead,
and Satan’s empire fell;
today the saints His triumphs spread,
and all His wonders tell.

Hosanna to th’anointed King,
to David’s holy Son.
help us, O LORD, descend and bring
salvation from Your throne.

Blest be the Lord, who comes to us
with messages of grace;
who comes, in God His Father’s name,
to save our sinful race.

I Sing the Almighty Power of God – Issac Watts

New year, dear ones, but back to digging through old hymns I’ve never heard before. Aided today by Becca’s beautiful graphics, we bring you another Isaac Watts hymn. There’s an important distinction I hope we can all remember today, between praising God through worship, and singing catchy songs. The man centered drivel we find on modern “Christian” radio stations is the latter, what we are required to bring before the Lord is the first. What I love about the old hymns is their focus on glorifying the only one who ought to receive glory, God. I hope this will bless you, and as always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

We sing the mighty power of God 
that made the mountains rise, 
that spread the flowing seas abroad 
and built the lofty skies. 
We sing the wisdom that ordained 
the sun to rule the day; 
the moon shines full at his command, 
and all the stars obey. 

We sing the goodness of the Lord 
that filled the earth with food; 
he formed the creatures with his word 
and then pronounced them good. 
Lord, how your wonders are displayed, 
where’er we turn our eyes, 
if we survey the ground we tread 
or gaze upon the skies. 

There’s not a plant or flower below 
but makes your glories known, 
and clouds arise and tempests blow 
by order from your throne; 
while all that borrows life from you 
is ever in your care, 
and everywhere that we can be, 
you, God, are present there. 

Hymns of the Past – A Broken Heart, my God, my King

I had sweet fellowship this morning with saints who stood together, with the lights on, and lifted up their voices together in praise to the King of Kings and Lord of Lord’s. I spent year after year having private moments of worship in darkened church pews, where I mostly tried to sing as loud as I could to get as much glory for myself as I could. Fog machines and laser shows can hold no torch next to the church coming together in unity to offer up a sweet hymn to the one we are all eternally grateful for. Oh friends, what a day it will be when we gather together, from every tribe, tongue, and nation, to praise the Lord our God! I pray this Hymn blesses you all, and please remember our brother Pastor Jim in your prayers as he has begun his missions trip! God bless you all, and as always, my beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne’er despise

A broken heart for sacrifice.

My soul lies humbled in the dust

And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye

And save the soul condemned to die.

Then will I teach the world Thy ways;

Sinner shall learn Thy sov’reign grace;

I’ll lead them to my Savior’s blood,

And they shall praise a pard’ning God.

O may Thy love inspire my tongue;

Salvation shall be all my song,

And all my pow’r shall join to bless

The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.

– Isaac Watts