Tag Archives: Fanny Crosby

Hour by Hour ~ Hymn

Hour by Hour

Hour by hour we trust in Je­sus,
Hour by hour for strength we pray;
Hour by hour the sands are drop­ping
From the glass of time away.

Refrain

We are goi­ng home where the pure and blest
In per­fect peace with Je­sus
Free from care shall rest;
Then let us go on with a hap­py, hap­py song,
Then let us go on with a hap­py, hap­py song;
O soon we’ll rest on yon­der shore,
Rest for­ev­er­more.

Hour by hour we hear a warn­ing
From the spir­it-voice with­in;
Hour by hour we meet the tempt­er,
Hour by hour we fall or win.

Refrain

Hour by hour we jour­ney on­ward,
Hour by hour we stem the tide;
Hour by hour we miss the dear ones,
Anchored on the oth­er side.

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Hour by hour the heart grows fain­ter,
Hour by hour the sun­light dies;
Hour by hour we near the por­tals
Of our home be­yond the skies.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1905.

He Saves Me Through and Through ~ Hymn

He Saves Me Through and Through

The blood that Je­sus shed for me
When groan­ing, dy­ing on the tree,
From all trans­gress­ion cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

Refrain

Saved, saved, yes, I am saved,
My heart is cre­at­ed anew;
The blood of Je­sus cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

In per­fect trust I now re­sign
My all to Him whose will is mine;
He fills my soul with love di­vine,
And saves me through and through.

Refrain

No an­gel tongue such praise can bring,
Nor learn the song that now I sing
To Him, my pro­phet, priest and king,
Who saves me through and through.

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I know not what my joy will be,
When face to face my Lord I see,
But this I know, He cleans­eth me,
And saves me through and through.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1885

Meet Me There ~ Hymn

Meet Me There 

On the happy, gold­en shore,
Where the faith­ful part no more,
When the storms of life are ov­er,
Meet me there;
Where the night dis­solves away
Into pure and per­fect day,
I am go­ing home to stay—meet me there.

Refrain

Meet me there, meet me there,
Where the tree of life is bloom­ing,
Meet me there;
When the storms of life are o’er,
On the hap­py gold­en shore,
Where the faith­ful part no more,
Meet me there.

Here our fond­est hopes are vain,
Dearest links are rent in twain,
But in Heav’n no throb of pain—
Meet me there;
By the river spark­ling bright
In the city of de­light,
Where our faith is lost in sight,
Meet me there.

Refrain

Where the harps of an­gels ring,
And the blest for­ev­er sing,
In the pal­ace of the King,
Meet me there;
Where in sweet com­mun­ion blend
Heart with heart and friend with friend,
In a world that ne’er shall end,
Meet me there.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1885.

My Voice Shalt Thou Hear in the Morning ~ Hymn

My Voice Shalt Thou Hear in the Morning

My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn­ing,
O Je­sus, my Sav­ior, my all;
While na­ture its mu­sic is wak­ing,
On Thee from my heart will I call.

Refrain

My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn­ing,
My praise to the hills shall as­cend,
I’ll join with the glo­ri­fied mill­ions
A chor­us that nev­er shall end.

My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn­ing,
O Je­sus, my shep­herd and king;
Refreshed with the dews of Thy mer­cy,
Thy won­der­ful love will I sing.

Refrain

My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn­ing,
At noon­day, at eve, and at night;
I’ll tell of Thy good­ness for ev­er,
My hope, my sal­va­tion, my light.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

Father, Lead Thy Little Children ~ Hymn

Father, Lead Thy Little Children

Father, lead Thy lit­tle child­ren
Very ear­ly to Thy throne;
We will have no gods be­fore Thee;
Thou art God, and Thou alone.

Refrain

Lead, O lead Thy lit­tle child­ren
Very ear­ly to Thy throne;
We will have no gods be­fore Thee;
Thou art God, and Thou alone.

In the Bi­ble Thou hast taught us
All our thoughts to Thee are known;
Thou canst see us in the dark­ness;
Thou art God, and Thou alone.

Refrain

Though the hea­then bow to id­ols,
They have made of wood and stone,
We have Christ­ian friends to tell us
Thou art God, and Thou alone.

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Thou dost give us all our com­forts,
Everything we call our own
Comes from Thee, our heav’n­ly Fa­ther;
Thou art God, and Thou alone.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1883.

His Words Are True ~ Hymn

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His Words Are True

What wonderful words in the Gospel of grace
Our loving Redeemer has giv’n!
How happy are they who in spirit are pure,
For theirs is the kingdom of Heav’n!

Refrain

Tho’ all that is earthly will fade,
And vanish away from our view,
We know that as sure as the Savior lives,
The words He has spoken are true.

He maketh the lilies to bloom in the field,
And shelters the bird in its nest;
He calleth the weary to come unto Him,
And find the sweet blessing of rest.

Refrain

To those that are thirsting and longing for Him,
The water of life He will give;
And they that with patience endure to the end,
Forever in glory shall live.

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Then why are we fearful, and where is our faith?
His own He will never forsake;
And tho’ He may lead them where waters are deep,
His promise He never will break.

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Words: Fanny Crosby, 1905.

March Was Lovely Hodgepodge

Thank you, Joyce for keeping the Hodgepodge questions coming.

1. March is rolling on out of here. Sum up your March in ten words or less.

Budapest, Bratislava, Czech-Republic, Austria, Cambridge, Seventy-Five, Nine…Travel and Birthday Joys!

2. Are you afraid of heights? No

When was the last time you found yourself dealing with a height, and did it make you nervous?

Besides flying at whatever thousands of feet, the highest was climbing with our own two feet to the Panorama Look-Out at St. Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest last month.

It did not make me nervous until we started down on these stairs.

3. What’s a word you struggle to spell on a regular basis, and sometimes need to double check before writing it down?

Occassion , Ocasion, Ocassion, Occasion whew…finally I got it right.

Use the word in a sentence that tells us something about your April calendar. 

We are looking forward to several occasions to celebrate in April starting with Resurrection Sunday and then two more family birthdays.

4. Love ’em or hate ’em, with Easter comes the sweet treat known as Peeps. So… do you love ’em or hate ’em?

I neither love them or hate them, I ignore them.

Speaking of peeps, what’s your favorite way to have chicken? 

Chicken pot pie is a favorite.

5. This week’s Hodgepodge lands on the first day of April, which happens to be National Poetry Month. Do you like poetry?  Share a favorite line or two from one of your favorite poems. What makes this one a favorite? 

The form of poetry I love are old hymns by people like Fanny Crosby, John Newton, Wesley, and others. I’ll share a stanza and refrain from Fanny Crosby’s, Like a River Glorious;

Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.

Refrain:
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest

This has been a favorite for years. It was a hymn we sang often at Bethany Baptist church in L.A. and in other churches we’ve been a part of. It has a great four part harmony and the alto part comes back to my memory easily when singing it with the congregation. The longer I’ve been following Jesus as my Lord and Savior, God’s peace gets fuller and deeper.

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

It’s Easter week and this is another hymn that speaks of Jesus Christ and what the cross, Good Friday and Easter are about. Happy Easter, Hodgepodgers!

 

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee

Lamb of God, we fall be­fore Thee,
Humbly trust­ing in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glo­ry;
All things else are on­ly dross.

Thee we own a per­fect Sav­ior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and ev­ery fa­vor
Comes to us through Je­sus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true re­pent­ance
By His Spir­it sent from Heav’n;
Whispers this trans­port­ing sen­tence,
Son, thy sins are all for­giv’n.

Faith He grants us to be­lieve it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wis­dom? He must give it,
Hearing ears and see­ing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure af­fect­ions,
Wills to do what He re­quires,
Makes us fol­low His di­rect­ions,
And what He com­mands, in­spires.

All our pray­ers and all our prais­es,
Rightly of­fered in His name—
He that dic­tates them is Je­sus;
He that an­swers is the same.

When we live on Je­su’s mer­it,
Then we wor­ship God aright;
Father, Son, and Ho­ly Spir­it,
Then we sav­ing­ly unite.

Hear the whole con­clu­sion of it:
Great or good, whate’er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Pro­phet,
Jesus Christ is all in all.

Words: Joseph Hart, 1759

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands ~ Hymn

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands

Across the blue wa­ters
The mes­sage of grace
O’er king­dom and em­pire
Is fly­ing apace;
The day-beam is break­ing,
Majestic and bright,
And mill­ions are turn­ing
From dark­ness to light.

Refrain

Shout aloud, all ye lands,
And be glad while ye sing;
Shout aloud, all ye lands,
For the Sav­ior is king!
And the sound that went forth
On the night of His birth
Shall be heard to the ut­ter­most
Bounds of the earth.

All crea­tures ador­ing
Shall bow at His word,
All tongues shall con­fess Him
Their Sav­ior and Lord;
His truth and its glo­ry
Extended shall be,
And cover the earth
As the wa­ters the sea.

Refrain

How gent­ly and kind­ly
There comes from above
His scep­ter of mer­cy,
His stand­ard of love!
He rul­eth in wis­dom,
The mon­arch of peace;
His reign shall be glo­ri­ous
And nev­er shall cease.

Refrain

The day is ap­proach­ing,
The time draw­eth nigh,
When na­tion to na­tion
Hosanna shall cry;
The id­ols they wor­ship
In dust shall be laid,
And Je­sus be hon­ored,
Exalted, ob­eyed.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1875.

I Believe in God the Father ~ Hymn

 

I Believe in God the Father

I believe in God the Fa­ther,
Who cre­at­ed Heav’n and earth;
Made the stars to shine so bright­ly,
Gave each liv­ing thing its birth.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
And in Je­sus Christ His Son,
Who was cru­ci­fied on Cal­v’ry
For the sins that all have done.

I be­lieve He died, was bur­ied,
Rose again, no more to die;
And as­cend­ing to His Fa­ther,
Took His seat with Him on high.
I be­lieve in God the Spir­it,
Sent to us from Heav’n above,
And the Church our bless­èd Sav­ior
Hath re­deemed by His great love.

I be­lieve in His for­give­ness,
And His won­drous pow­er to save;
In a glo­ri­ous re­sur­rect­ion,
And a life be­yond the grave.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
I be­lieve in God the Son,
And in God the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Everlasting Three in One.

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

A Message Sweet is Borne to Me ~ Hymn

A Message Sweet is Borne to Me

A mes­sage sweet is borne to me
On wings of joy di­vine;
A won­drous mes­sage, glad and free,
That thrills this heart of mine;
I’m saved by grace, by grace alone,
Through Christ, whose love I claim,
No oth­er could for sin atone,
Hosanna to His name!

Refrain

O glo­ri­ous song that all day long
With tune­ful note is ring­ing,
I’m saved by grace, am­az­ing grace,
And that is why I’m sing­ing!

I hear the mes­sage that I love
When morn­ing dawns anew;
I read it in the sun ab­ove
That shines across the blue;
I hear it in the twi­light still,
And at the sun­set hour—
I’m saved by grace! what words can thrill
With such a ma­gic pow­er?

Refrain

Oh, won­drous grace for all man­kind,
That spreads from sea to sea!
It heals the sick and leads the blind,
And sets the pri­son­er free;
The soul that seeks it can­not fail
To see the Sav­ior’s face,
And Sa­tan’s power can­not pre­vail
If we are saved by grace.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1898.