The Hymns of Fanny Crosby and Haldor Lillenas

[Nelson Bradford]

Question #1: What do the following hymns have in common? “All the Way My
Savior Leads Me” “Give Me Jesus” “Blessed Assurance” and “He Hideth My
Soul.”?

Question #2: What do the following hymns have in common? “The Closer I Walk
to Him” “My Wonderful Lord” “A Closer Walk With Thee” and “Wonderful Grace
of Jesus”?

Answer #1: These hymns were all written by Fanny Crosby.
Answer #2: These hymns were written by Haldor Lillenas.

Those who have tuned in here on a regular basis may have noticed a certain
pattern. I, for the most part, use hymns that have survived the test of
time.

It is my plan, for this first month of 2006, to use hymns from those two
authors. I’ll be sharing some of their stories ever so often but I wanted
you to know here and now why I’ve chosen to go this route.

I learned most of these wonderful hymns as a young lad. And as I mentioned
fairly recently if I cannot sing at least the first verse and chorus from
memory you’ll not see the lyrics here.

Now should you see me driving and my lips are moving as though I am singing,
there’s a very good possibility it’s one of the hymns you’ll find here
during January, for they are the very favorites of my favorites hymns.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

May God continue to bless you and yours.

Nelson

Ps - Isn’t God good?!

Now for today’s hymn by Fanny Crosby:

[Nelson Bradford]

All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me
Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.

- Fanny Crosby, 1875

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Jim Franklin]

Thanks Nelson, my uncle's first wife was a sister of Haldor Lillenas' wife. The were both daughters of General Superintendent Wilson.

[Charlene Clevenger]

Nelson, when I read your post this morning I thought the song would be beautiful for a funeral. Then I went to a funeral this afternoon and this is the first song the soloist sang. A beautiful testimony.

[Lee Branum]

It was about 1991 when Russian and Ukrainian refugees began to come to our city. To make a long story short, a group of them came to our church and began meeting. The song leader had a lot of copied sheet music, and they allowed me to sing with the choir. One evening at practice, they passed out a song to be sung the next Sunday afternoon. As the pianist began, I recognized the song immediately.

It was "Wonderful Grace of Jesus" in Russian "Choodnaya Milost Bozhya"! Now the fellow that had the music I believe came from the city of Novosibirsk. That's in Siberia! I haven't a clue how he got the music, but I'm sure that somehow the evangelical church behind the Iron Curtain was using it and it was a part of their worship...amazing huh?:basic01

[Nelson Bradford]

If all goes as currently planned, that will be Friday's hymn of the day - one of my ALL TIME FAV songs to sing in a large crowd - at the top of my voice (almost) <<< operative word.

Thank you for this wonderful personal insight!
-neb

[Nelson Bradford]

Once I was bound by sin’s galling fetters;
Chained like a slave, I struggled in vain.
But I received a glorious freedom
When Jesus broke my fetters in twain.

Freedom from all the carnal affections;
Freedom from envy, hatred and strife;
Freedom from vain and worldly ambitions;
Freedom from all that saddened my life!

Freedom from pride and all sinful follies;
Freedom from love and glitter of gold;
Freedom from evil temper and anger;
Glorious freedom, rapture untold!

Freedom from fear with all of its torments;
Freedom from care with all of its pain;
Freedom in Christ, my blessed Redeemer -
He who has rent my fetters in twain.

Refrain
Glorious freedom! Wonderful freedom!
No more in chains of sin I repine!
Jesus, the glorious Emancipator -
Now and forever, He shall be mine.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1917

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Gina Stevenson]

caution! superfluous trivia ...............

page 276, Glorious Freedom
page 333, Wonderful Grace of Jesus

**************

yeah, I know these aren't the page numbers in the current hymnal; I memorized them without trying [as pianist, it just happened] from the older hymnal. ;)

[Nelson Bradford]

In 1875, the famed blind songwriter, Fanny Crosby, was visiting her friend,
well-known composer William H. Doane. He lived in Cincinnati and had
written the music for many of her hymns.

As evening fell, she could not see the sun setting. However, she could hear
and feel the hush of twilight. The family's conversation centered around
the blessedness of enjoying the nearness of God.

In a moment of inspiration, Fanny began dictating the words of this now
familiar hymn.

(Commentary courtesy J. D. Sherrow)

I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God
I commune as friend with friend!

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Refrain:
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

- Fanny Crosby, 1875

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Cecil Wallace]

It is really neat to not only read your posts about these great hymns, but to also read the personal insights posted by others.
Keep 'em coming!
PTL.

:fav18

[Nelson Bradford]

Thanx, Ceece!
your words of encouragement mean a lot!
-neb

[Nelson Bradford]

There’s a sacred and hallowed retreat,
Where my soul finds a fellowship sweet,
Where the Lord of my life I may meet,
In the garden of my heart.

There is naught can disturb or molest,
There my spirit finds comfort and rest,
And my soul is no longer distressed
In the garden of my heart.

Shut away from earth’s strife and its din,
And protected from soul staining sin,
For my Savior is dwelling within,
In the garden of my heart.

There the dove of sweet peace always sings,
And my faith ever trustingly clings;
And the chime of sweet happiness rings
In the garden of my heart.

Refrain
In the cool of the day He walks with me,
In the rose bordered way He talks with me;
In love’s holy union,
And sacred communion,
In the garden of my heart.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1919

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Barb Bouldrey]

Haldor and Bertha Mae Lillenas had a retirement home just outside Iberia, Missouri. General Supt R.T. Williams built his retirement home just across the road.

For a few years in the 50's, the Lillenas's attended the Iberia Church of the Nazarene and even had cottage prayer meetings in their home.

Haldor would write a song and sing it for the first time in the Iberia, MO Church of the Nazarene. One of those songs was "My Wonderful Lord."

The Lillenas home still stands. It is called "Melody Lane." The Williams home burned years ago, but the chimney still stands. R.T. Williams died in that house.

Just some Nazarene trivia and history.

One of the stained glass windows in the Iberia church is dedicated to the Lillenas's.

We pastored there for 15 years.

Barb

[Nelson Bradford]

That's GREAT information, Barb!
Thanx for posting
-neb

[Mark Metcalfe]

Precious words, Nelson. Thanks.

However, I don't think I know "the Garden of My Heart." !!

(I bet Dad does.)

[Nelson Bradford]

A midi-file - and also a picture of Haldor Lillenas - appears here.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/a/garheart.htm

[Mark Metcalfe]

A midi-file - and also a picture of Haldor Lillenas - appears here.

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/a/garheart.htm

I just checked it out. It boosted my sound a lot - here in the office!
Pretty comical actually. Once I got it under control, and got past
the electronic version, I said, "Nope, still don't recognize it" but
thanks!

:basic01

[Nelson Bradford]

Today's hymn, "Wonderful Grace of Jesus" by Haldor Lillenas, ranks way up
there on my list of favorite hymns. I love singing this wonderful song of
praise about His unending grace when I'm in a large crowd. At the top of my
voice, almost ("almost" being the operative word, of course).

Imagine this scene with me would you?

The church is packed, there's hardly a seat available anywhere, in fact they
have set up chairs for the overflow. God's people have gathered into His
house for spiritual renewal - yes, it's revival time.

People have been smiling and shaking hands with their fellow worshipers, and
perhaps upon making eye contact with someone clear across the sanctuary they
wave a welcome. The organist has been playing some inspiring hymns of
praise.

The choir loft is full and the twenty-piece orchestra is in place.

The music director steps to the pulpit and asks everyone to please stand and
turn to page 360 in their hymnals and then signaling both the choir and the
orchestra they begin . . . the introduction . . . for today's hymn

"Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shammmmmme,
Oooooooooooh magnify the precioussss
Nammmmmme of Jesuuuuuuuuuuus.
Praissssssssse Hisssssssssssssss Nammmmmmmmmmmmme!"

(Are you still with me?)

By now, already, I'm higher than a kite, emotionally, and ready to sing. If
I can, that is. For suddenly, for some reason, there's something in my
throat.

But I WANT to sing! I NEED to sing!

And on his downbeat we begin singing.

Join in, would you? Please?

Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it, where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden, setting my spirit free,
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it,
Where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden,
(And I hear someone near me say "AMEN!")
Setting my spirit free;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

(I love the chorus, for here, we men sing the lead)
Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
(Now! Ladies, you take the lead! Sing it!)
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
(Together now!)
O magnify the precioussssssss
Nammmmmmmmmme of
Jesusssssssss.
Praisssssssse
Hissssssssssssss
Nammmmmmme!

Words and music by Haldor Lillenas, 1918

Copyright © 1918. Renewal 1946 by Hope Publishing Co.

Some day, hopefully not any time soon, I want to look for my friend, Haldor,
and do my best to communicate how much his hymns have meant to me. For many dark days, they have been just what I needed to lift my spirits. Especially
today's hymn.

[Marg Webb]

I too love all of these. It is wonderful to hear others tell their connections to this music.. Would love to hear more.

[Nelson Bradford]

I remember when the Lord spoke to my soul,
I could feel the heavy burden from me roll
When He spoke the gracious words, “Wilt thou be whole?”
Then I settled the question forever.

I no longer walk the ways of sinfulness,
But I daily tread the paths of righteousness
Since the day the Lord has come my life to bless
I have settled the question forever.

I will choose the holy joys that always last,
And reject sin’s pleasures that will soon be past,
To the treasures of true worth I’m holding fast,
I have settled the question forever.

Others may deny the Lord and live in sin,
But the race that I have entered I must win,
Through the pearly gates I mean to enter in,
I have settled the question forever.

Refrain
I have settled the question, hallelujah!
I will never turn back from the narrow way.
I am going through with Jesus, hallelujah!
Till I reach the gates of glory some sweet day.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1919

Copyright © 1919, Renewed 1949 by Nazarene Publishing House

[Paul Whitaker]

Perhaps when nobody ever sings hymns in the church there will probably be books of poetry (hymns in disguise) published. Those will be used for reading duriing funerals and other occasions in days to come. Nobody will know the tunes.

The tunes will possibly be gone but the messages will still be with us. Haldor Lillenas and Fanny Crosby will not be silenced.

[Barb Bouldrey]

Years ago I saw a Nazarene lady do a monologue play on the life of Fanny Crosby. Ever since then, I pay attention to how often she writes words about sight and seeing. This blind Christian saw Christ and looked forward to seeing Christ in Heaven.

I love the depth of her words.

And I, too, am raised to a higher level of praise by the music and words of "Wonderful Grace of Jesus." I do not enjoy playing it, for it is a difficult chorus to play for me, but I have always loved that song.

I never want to attend a church that totally removes the hymns. Some of the songs in the hymnal I would love to throw out, but so many lift my heart and spirit in worship.

Barb

[Bruce Carriker]

Perhaps when nobody ever sings hymns in the church there will probably be books of poetry (hymns in disguise) published. Those will be used for reading duriing funerals and other occasions in days to come. Nobody will know the tunes.

The tunes will possibly be gone but the messages will still be with us. Haldor Lillenas and Fanny Crosby will not be silenced.

Somehow, Paul, I don't think that day will ever come. As much "fun" as praise choruses and contemporary Christian music may be, I think that as people mature they realize just how vacuous many of them really are. I double checked to make sure I'm using the right word.

vac·u·ous adj.

Devoid of matter; empty.
Lacking intelligence; stupid.
Devoid of substance or meaning; inane: a vacuous comment.
Devoid of expression; vacant.
Lacking serious purpose or occupation; idle.

Yep, I used the right word. :fav18

Anyhow, I seriously doubt that "I could sing of his love forever" repeated 97 times will ever be a serious threat to drive "Amazing love! How can it be, that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?" from the hymnal. Now, that song does provide a segue into another branch of this discussion.

We are all familiar with Charles Wesley's "And Can it Be", as we've grown up with it. There is a contemporary version that uses Wesley's chorus with a different verse. I can see some songs like that moving in alongside our current hymns. And not all contemporary Christian music is lacking in substance, and some of it will certainly take a rightful place alongside the great hymns of the church. But I don't think the great hymns of the faith are in any danger of disappearing.

[Nelson Bradford]

AMUSING and interesting thoughts, Bruce.
Thanx
-neb

[Paul Whitaker]

Fanny Crosby and her guitar. This is an excerpt from an online biography. I doubt that she played only chords. At this site:

http://www.e-n.org.uk/1998-01/325-Brief-lives-Fanny-Crosby.htm
================================

Brief lives: Fanny Crosby
Biography

I am told that Fanny Crosby is in the Guinness Book of Records for writing the largest number of hymns - nearly 9,000. This remarkable lady was born in England in 1820 and lived to one month short of her 95th birthday in 1915. When she was six weeks old, the doctor was called to attend to an eye infection. He arranged for hot poultices to be put on both eyes. These burnt the corneas, scar tissue formed, and as a result, she was blinded. Yet at no point in her life did she ever complain or hold a grudge. In fact, she saw it as the means God used to make her life's work possible.

Her parents called themselves Puritans and were in fact psalm-singing Calvinistic Presbyterians. The church was too poor to provide every worshipper with a psalm book, so a man stood at the front and sang a line which the congregation then repeated. Her absolute confidence in the Bible as the Word of God derives from those early years at home when she learned a large number of Bible books by heart.

She had a sweet soprano voice and mastered the guitar. But even this turned out to be a blow, because she strummed the guitar so much that she made the ends of her fingers permanently insensitive to Braille. In the days before cassettes and Talking Books, this was yet another handicap.

[Mark Bolerjack]

We are all familiar with Charles Wesley's "And Can it Be", as we've grown up with it. There is a contemporary version that uses Wesley's chorus with a different verse. I can see some songs like that moving in alongside our current hymns. And not all contemporary Christian music is lacking in substance, and some of it will certainly take a rightful place alongside the great hymns of the church. But I don't think the great hymns of the faith are in any danger of disappearing.

We are doing both - back to back - tomorrow.

[Nelson Bradford]

The price Jesus paid for our redemption was terrible indeed. When we think
of the extreme suffering He endured to purchase our freedom from sin’s
penalty, our hearts should overflow with love for Him. Leslie B. Flynn told
a story that illustrates this truth.

An orphaned boy was living with his grandmother when their house caught
fire. The grandmother, trying to get upstairs to rescue the boy, perished in
the flames. The boy’s cries for help were finally answered by a man who
climbed an iron drainpipe and came back down with the boy hanging tightly to
his neck.

Several weeks later, a public hearing was held to determine who would
receive custody of the child. A farmer, a teacher, and the town’s wealthiest
citizen all gave the reasons they felt they should be chosen to give the boy
a home. But as they talked, the lad’s eyes remained focused on the floor.
Then a stranger walked to the front and slowly took his hands from his
pockets, revealing severe scars on them. As the crowd gasped, the boy cried
out in recognition. This was the man who had saved his life. His hands had
been burned when he climbed the hot pipe. With a leap the boy threw his arms
around the man’s neck and held on for dear life. The other men silently
walked away, leaving the boy and his rescuer alone. Those marred hands had
settled the issue.

Many voices are calling for our attention. Among them is the One whose
nail-pierced hands remind us that He has rescued us from sin and its deadly
consequences. To Him belongs our love and devotion.

- From Our Daily Bread

Today’s hymn, by Fanny Crosby, was first published in 1882. Like so many of
her wonderful hymns it has stood the test of time.

Redeemed - how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
redeemed thru His infinite mercy -
His child, and forever, I am.

Redeemed and so happy in Jesus;
no language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
with me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long;
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

I know I shall see in His beauty
the King in whose law I delight,
who lovingly guardeth my footsteps
and giveth me songs in the night.

Refrain
Redeemed, redeemed,
redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, Redeemed,
His child, and forever, I am.

- Fanny Crosby, 1882

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[BobHunt]

if it is just myself, or whether there are others who have sung these hymns all their life, yet do not realize what they are singing. I think this is one reason why so many are seeking to modernize these hymns and add their own words to replace the ones which have always meant so much, and at times are almost like reading the scriptures in the Bible. There are some hymns that you could almost teach theology from. But many do not know the true meaning of these hymns.
Take for example, the phrase in one of them: "Here I raise my Ebenezer." Now, kids and young people who have never known life inside of a church setting would be perplexed. Ebenezer? Are they speaking of the old crabby Ebenezer Scrooge we hear about at Christmas time?
I think there are some older people, Christians, who go to church all the time, who also do not realize what they are singing. And so, rather than to find out, they quickly say, "well lets change it."
Christianity Today says "Robinson's choice of Ebenezer, (which means "stone of help") is a reference to 1 Sam. 7:12. After the Lord had given a great victory to Israel, Samuel took a stone and ...named it Ebenezer, saying, "Thus far has the Lord helped us."
We are instructed to reflect on the Lord and to remember His dealings with us, that they have always been faithful. One scripture even says "remember the pit from which you were dug.." We are not to dwell in the past, but use the past as an example, to bolster our faith, knowing that He has always been there to give grace and help in the time of need.

[BobHunt]

Nelson, do you have an email version of that rescue story, that you could send me? That is so very good!

[Bruce Carriker]

Bob,

You are right about not knowing what we're singing about, and not just with the words that are sometimes a little dated. There is much, much theology in the hymns we sing, and it passes right over most of us.

For example, there are prominent theologians (and lots of Nazarene pastors) who have some problems with the penal substitution theory of the atonement. Now...stop and think how many of our hymns disappear if we stop singing about penal substitution. Without coming down one way or the other on atonement theories, ought we not know what we're singing?

[Nelson Bradford]

Many hymns and songs have a dramatic story behind the inspiration of their
writing. Others are written strictly out of necessity. Today's hymn is one
of those.

In 1922 the author of today’s hymn, Haldor Lillenas, was pastoring the
Redlands, California Church of the Nazarene. A neighboring pastor asked his
assistance with revival services. The piano player did well playing for the
congregation. However, she caused Haldor some frustration when she
accompanied him on solos for she was inclined to substitute her own
harmonies for the original chords he had written.

He did not complain but developed an alternative plan. In his own words, "I
decided I would play my old guitar as accompaniment to my special numbers
and that, since I was not a very proficient guitarist, I would write a few
songs that would be simple enough to be sung with the simple chords which
were at my command."

He wrote several songs for that revival series and this is one of them.

(Commentary by J. D . Sherrow)

Jesus will walk with me down through the valley,
Jesus will walk with me over the plain,
When in the shadow or when in the sunshine,
If He goes with me I shall not complain.

Jesus will walk with me when I am tempted,
Giving me strength as my need may demand,
When in affliction His presence is near me,
I am upheld by His almighty hand.

Jesus will walk with me guarding me ever,
Giving me victory through storm and through strife,
He is my Comforter, Counselor, Leader,
Over the uneven journey of life.

Jesus will walk with me in life's fair morning,
And when the shadows of evening must come.
Living or dying, He will not forsake me,
Jesus will walk with me all the way home.

Refrain:
Jesus will walk with me.
He will talk with me, He will walk with me.
In joy or sorrow, today or tomorrow
I know He will walk with me.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1922

Copyright © 1922. Renewed 1950 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Coming to Jesus, my Savior, I found
Wonderful peace, wonderful peace;
Storms in their fury may rage all around,
I have peace, sweet peace.

Peace like a river, so deep and so broad,
Wonderful peace, wonderful peace;
Resting my soul on the bosom of God,
I have peace, sweet peace.

Peace like a holy and infinite calm,
Wonderful peace, wonderful peace,
Like to the strains of an evening psalm,
I have peace, sweet peace.

Gone is the battle that once raged within,
Wonderful peace, wonderful peace;
Jesus has saved me and cleansed me from sin,
I have peace, sweet peace.

Refrain
Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Peace, peace, glorious peace;
Since my Redeemer has ransomed my soul,
I have peace, sweet peace.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1914

Copyright © 1923 Renewed 1951 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Can you imagine a blind person writing “rivers of pleasure I see” and
“numberless blessings each moment He crowns” and “I sing of my rapture?”

Yet those are the words of praise from the pen of Fanny Crosby, who authored
more than 8,000 hymns even though she did not begin writing gospel texts
until her mid-forties. Friends would visit frequently and on one occasion
Mr. William Kirkpatrick, who had just composed this melody stopped by the
Crosby household. As he sat at the piano and played the tune for Fanny her
face lit up. She knelt in prayer, as was her custom, and soon the following
words, the testimony of so many saints, began flowing from her heart and
lips:

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I’ll shout with the millions on high.

Refrain:
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

- Fanny Crosby, 1890

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

Mrs. Crosby lived to be 95 and it was her purpose in life, she said, that
God would allow her to lead everyone she contacted to Him. What an
inspiration! What an example for us today.

[Nelson Bradford]

I know a name that can drive away all sorrow,
I know a name that is sweeter than them all;
I know a name from which comfort I may borrow
When others fail and when tears of anguish fall.

I know a name that can still the raging tempest,
I know a name that can calm the troubled sea;
I know a name with a tender touch of healing
For every heart that by sin may troubled be.

I know a name that dispels the powers of evil,
I know a name that can break the tempter’s snare;
I know a name that unlocks the gate of heaven
When through its merits I go to God in prayer.

I know a name, wondrous name above all others,
O sacred name by angelic hosts adored;
I know a name that is altogether lovely,
O precious name of my living Christ and Lord.

Refrain
I know a name, a wonderful name,
That wonderful name is Jesus.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1928

Copyright © 1928 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

I remember as a kid playing “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” and I wasn’t very
good at it. I blamed it, of course, on the fact that I was blindfolded at
the time. And even now, many years later I don’t function very well in total
darkness. Therefore, we have night lights throughout our home.

I just cannot imagine how difficult and complicated life must be for
sightless people. Yet when a minister, meaning well, mentioned to Fanny
Crosby that God should have given her sight, she responded that if she had
the vote, she would have chosen to be blind. He was puzzled by her answer
and asked why. She then told him that by being blind the first face she’d
see would be that of her loving Savior.

Isn’t that amazing?

- neb

When my lifework is ended and I cross the swelling tide,
when the bright and glorious morning I shall see,
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
and His smile will be the first to welcome me.

O the soul-thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face
and the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
how my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace
that prepare me for a mansion in the sky.

O the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
and our parting at the river I recall;
to the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home -
but I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Thru the gates to the city, in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
in the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight -
but I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Refrain:
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
and redeemed by His side I shall stand;
I shall know Him, I shall know Him
by the print of the nails in His hand.

- Fanny Crosby, 1894

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Like the sunshine after rain,
Like a rest that follows pain,
Like a hope returned again,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.

Like the soft, refreshing dew,
Like a rosy daybreak new,
Like a friendship tender, true,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.

Like a river deep and long,
With its current ceaseless strong,
Like the cadence of a song,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.

Refrain
Oh, the peace that Jesus gives
Never dies; it always lives.
Like the music of a psalm,
Like a glad, eternal calm,
Is the peace that Jesus gives,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1885-1959

Copyright © 1930. Renewed 1958 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Fanny Crosby was the most prolific American hymn writer is history. She penned 8000+ songs and collaborated with many composers.

One of her most productive relationships was with William Doane. He was an inventor and successful businessman. He patented 70 inventions and was the president of J.A. Fay and Company, a manufacturer of woodworking equipment in Cincinnati, Ohio. He was also an active Christian, working in Sunday Schools and compiling gospel songbooks. Though not as prolific as Fanny, he still composed 2300+ melodies and tunes.

During the spring of 1868 Doane visited Fanny in New York City. While there he gave her a phrase and asked her to write a song. She agreed but didn't work on the project for several weeks. Then while speaking at a Manhattan prison, she heard an inmate cry out, "Good Lord, do not pass me by!" She immediately recalled the phrase Doane had given her and in her room that evening she wrote [this wonderful hymn of invitation.]

(Commentary by J. D . Sherrow)

Pass me not, O gentle 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.

Trusting only in thy merit,
would I seek thy face;
heal my wounded, broken spirit,
save me by thy grace.

Thou the spring of all my comfort,
more than life to me,
whom have I on earth beside thee?
Whom in heaven but thee?

Refrain
Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry;
While on others thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

- Fanny J. Crosby, 1868

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Do you ever think about the some of the decisions you’ve made and how they
affected your life?

I remember as a teenager having two groups of “best” friends. There was Jim
and Richard from the neighborhood and school and then there was Bud and Ed
from our church. There were several times when their activity schedules -
their planned events - clashed.

I remember, almost like it was yesterday (okay, last week) a conversation
with my mother. She told me that she and Dad had raised me in the church, as
best as they knew, but the time had arrived when I needed to make my own
decisions. Would I follow those friends from the neighborhood, going to the
places and events they attended, or would I go with my buddies from church?

I am glad - and oh so thankful - now many years later that I chose back then
to maintain a friendship with my friends from the neighborhood but make my
best friends those from our church.

Therefore (you already knew this) I’ve never regretted choosing Him and His
way for me and my family. And being in church every time the doors were open
and dedicating all three of our kids to the Lord at her altar.

Many years ago an old saint from our home church used to testify - saying
almost every time these same words - “The smartest thing I ever did was to
give my life to Jesus.”

Fanny Crosby also made a wise decision and she described it this way:

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
All it’s joys are but a name,
But His love abideth ever
Thro’ eternal years the same.

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
Sweetest comfort of my soul;
With my Savior watching o’er me,
I can sing tho’ billows roll.

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
Let me view His constant smile.
Then thro-out my pilgrim journey
Light will cheer me all the while.

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
In His cross my trust shall be,
Till with clearer, brighter vision,
Face to face my Lord I see.

Refrain:
O the height and depth of mercy!
O the length and breadth of love!
O the fullness of redemption -
Pledge of endless life above

- Fanny J. Crosby, 1879

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

“God with us” is the name of our King.
Earth, sea and sky shall breath forth and sing
Praises to Him who salvation did bring.
Great is our King Immanuel.
Leaving His scepter, leaving His throne
Born in a manger, dying alone
God-Man most holy, humble and lowly,
Great is Immanuel.

Great is Immanuel, praise His name!
Now and forever, He is the same.
He bore our sin and He carried our shame.
Great is our King Immanuel.
Victor o’er sin, o’er death and the grave,
Ever He lives, the Mighty to save.
Ready to cheer us, waiting to hear us
Great is Immanuel.

Angelic beings sing of His fame,
And all the Bloodwashed honor His name.
Mighty to help us, He “knoweth our frame.”
Great is our King Immanuel.
Ruler of earth and heaven is He.
But in our hearts He promised to be.
Bow down before him; worship adore Him!
Great is Immanuel.

Refrain:
Great is our Immanuel.
Who can His wonders tell?
Heaven and earth shall swell
With praise to Immanuel.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1917

Copyright © 1917. Renewed 1945 by Haldor Lillenas

[Cecil Wallace]

“God with us” is the name of our King.

I don't recall singing nor hearing that hymn, but it has a wonderful theme.

And the pic is nice.
Snow, huh?
Is that what it looks like?
Haven't seen any around here for several years.

Thanks for sharing, Sir Nelson.

[Nelson Bradford]

YEP! And thankfully we've not seen much snow around these parts of late either. I can do without snow. I took that picture last month at the Kankakee River State Park - surely you remember that place, right?

8-)

-neb

[Cecil Wallace]

I thought that might be the place.
I really like to see snow, as long as it is at someone else's place.
Pete V. & I have the same opinion about that white stuff.

But I certainly would like some of the wet stuff.... I think that it is called "rain", or something like that.
We are hurting for it here. The dummies around here still think that they can burn trash and get by with it. Our county has even banned the use of outside cooking on a grill. One resident of our community was caught doing that and was fined $500 just last week.

YEP! And thankfully we've not seen much snow around these parts of late either. I can do without snow. I took that picture last month at the Kankakee River State Park - surely you remember that place, right?

[John Kennedy]

You need to realize that everyday they take soil into the laboratory and test it and it scores consistently higher than some of the people you come in contact with because --- they're dumber than dirt.

[Nelson Bradford]

One dreary, foggy, morning in 1938 Haldor Lillenas was driving to work. He
was facing a time of great personal difficulty. His children had married and left home. His wife was facing a terminal illness. He wondered if anyone was using his music. His heart was heavy as he remembered brighter days.

As he waited on a red light, he felt the presence of God. Later he wrote,
“I could feel the warmth of His sacred presence and I began to sing
quietly:”

“My wonderful Lord, my wonderful Lord, by angels and seraphs in Heaven adored; I bow at thy shrine, My Savior divine; my wonderful, wonderful Lord.”

Later he added the verses.

(Commentary courtesy J. D . Sherrow)

I have found a deep peace that I never had known
And a joy this world could not afford
Since I yielded control
Of my body and soul
To my wonderful, wonderful Lord.

I desire that my life shall be ordered by Thee,
That my will be in perfect accord
With Thine own sovereign will,
Thy desires to fulfill,
My wonderful, wonderful Lord.

All the talents I have I have laid at Thy feet;
They approval shall be my reward.
Be my store great or small
I surrender it all
To my wonderful, wonderful Lord.

Thou art fairer to me than the fairest of earth
Thou omnipotent, life-giving Word,
O Thou Ancient of Days,
Thou art worthy all praise,
My wonderful, wonderful Lord.

Refrain
My wonderful Lord, my wonderful Lord
By angels and seraphs in heaven adored,
I bow at Thy shrine My Savior divine
My wonderful, wonderful Lord.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1938

Copyright © 1938. Renewed 1966 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

One day I traveled a toilsome road
Over the hills of despair;
One day I carried a weary load,
Cumbered with toil and with care.

Gone is the night with its shadows drear;
Morning hath dawned upon me.
Gone is the burden of anxious fear;
Freedom my portion shall be.

No more the burden of guilt is mine;
No more in bondage I dwell.
Unto my glorious King divine
Jubilant praises shall swell.

Refrain:
The burden that once I carried is gone, is gone
Of all my sins there remaineth not one, not one.
Jesus, the Savior, hath ransomed me,
Bearing my sins upon Calvary,
Giving me glorious liberty;
My burden of sin is gone.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1923

Copyright © 1923. Renewed 1951 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

It is incredible to learn that Haldor Lillenas learned English as a
second language and proceeded to become a pastor, songwriter,
evangelist, and editor in America. He founded his own music publishing
company and published songs under several pen names.

Haldor Lillenas was born in the picturesque region of Norway known as
Stord Island. It is a rugged and beautiful part of the world. The
sunshine bouncing off the waters of the North Sea and mountainous
terrain must have left a great impression on young Haldor.

While traveling, I am often struck by the beauty reflected on the earth
by the sun. I carry those sights in my memory and treasure them when I
recall that particular journey.

The sun defines the character and orbit of each planet in the system.
It would be hard for us to underestimate the importance of that great
star that sheds its light on us daily.

We too can be defined, given our own character and purpose for living by
the Son, Jesus. He alone is the light of that world we are waiting to see.

(Commentary by Dr. Aaron R. Abney)

When my earthly day is waning and my mortal robes I fold,
With the dawning of eternity begun,
I shall enter gates of pearl and walk on streets of shining gold
In that city where they need no sun.

O’er the fields of endless glory I shall wander with delight,
For with sadness and with pain I shall be done.
No more sorrows, no more sickness in that home so pure and bright,
In that city where they need no sun.

With the countless blood-washed millions I shall sing beyond the skies
Praise to God and to the Lamb for sinners slain.
As the sound of many waters this triumphant song shall rise
And resound throughout God’s vast domain.

Refrain
In that city where they need no sun
When at last my earthly race is run,
I shall see my Savior’s face
Revel in His love and grace
In that city where they need no sun.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1912

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

I found such a wonderful Savior
In Jesus, my Lord and my King!
Undying and true His devotion;
My heart shall his glad praises sing.

Surpassing the love that a mother
May have for the child of her care;
The love of a sister or brother
With His we can never compare.

The pleasures the world could afford me
Are naught to compare with His joy;
The rapture and peace that He gives me,
Earth’s sorrows can never destroy.

When sorrows and pain are my portion,
When tears of bereavement must fall,
My Savior, my Friend, my Companion,
Will comfort and keep through it all.

When tempests around me are sweeping,
My Pilot and Guide He will be;
And safe is my soul in His keeping,
My mighty Deliv’rer is he.

Refrain
Oh, what a wonderful Savior is He!
Constant and true is Jesus.
More than I fancied He ever could be
Is Jesus, my wonderful Friend.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1928

Copyright © 1928 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Now if you promise you won’t throw rocks at me, I want to let you in on a
little secret, okay?

I still love the old hymns of the church.

That’s it. That’s my “secret.” Are you shocked?

I grew up hearing my mother sing these songs. (Thinking back I guess I never
heard my wonderful, godly dad sing one note. His lips would move, but
nothing audible came out.) As kids, we sat on the pew next to our parents.
Children’s church? Are you kidding me? They had not yet been invented. So
there I sat, listening to mom sing the great hymns of the church. And before
long, I found myself singing the alto part, along with her.

I am now going to attempt < key word - to insert the alto part - how I
remember so vividly my mother singing this great hymn by Fanny Crosby.

Sorry. I had to take a deep breath a time or two. For you see, six years ago
today, my Dear Mother went to see Jesus, the Lord she had served so
faithfully for more than seventy years. And I still miss her.

Especially on days like today.

Here goes. Ready?

Then my soul . . . shall fear no ill,
Mom: <Then my soul . . . fear no ill>
Let him lead . . . me where he will,
<Let him lead . . . . me where he will>
I will go . . . without a murmur,
<I will go without a murmur>
Together: And his footsteps follow still.

And now, from the pen of Fanny Crosby, today’s hymn:

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

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.

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.

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.

Refrain:
Then my soul shall fear no ill,
Let him lead me where he will,
I will go without a murmur,
And his footsteps follow still.

- Fanny J. Crosby, (1820-1915)

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Fanny Crosby's reputation as a hymn writer is well known. She wrote more
than 8000 hymns. Under contract to a music publisher, she wrote three new
hymns each week during much of her adult life. While a lot of her hymns are
well known and loved even today, most of her prodigious production has been
forgotten.

With 8000+ hymns to her credit, it is obvious that not every one of them has
an inspiring story behind its composition. However, this one does and
illustrates how God used her talents.

In 1873 a friend of hers composed a tune and brought it to Fanny who asked
that it be played on the organ. Her friend did and asked Fanny what the
tune said? She turned to see Fanny kneeling in prayer. Her friend played
it two more times and when she finished Fanny responded, "It says . . .

(Commentary courtesy J. D. Sherrow)

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.

- Fanny Crosby, 1873

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Sing, O earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! Hail Him! Highest archangels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy name!
Like a shepherd Jesus will guard His children.
In His arms He carries them all day long:

Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
For our sins He suffered, and bled and died;
He, our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! Hail Him! Jesus the Crucified.
Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows;
Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong:

Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Heavenly portals loud with hosannas ring.
Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever;
Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King!
Christ is coming! over the world victorious,
Pow'r and glory unto the Lord belong.

Refrain
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Tell of His excellent greatness;
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Ever in joyful song!

- Fanny Crosby, 1869

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Gina Stevenson]

You see, even with 512 MB memory, this thread nearly didn't all load to be able to see the picture/lyrics deal. Had I just the 64MB I recently had before this 512 set-up, it would never have made it for the last few songs, and I'm guessing there may even be some others out there without 512MB yet.

Thanks so much, Nelson, for all these neat hymn pictures, too.

[Nelson Bradford]

(An oldie, but goodie)

A man dies and goes to heaven. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."

"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."

"That's wonderful," says St. Peter, "that's worth three points!"

"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service."

"Terrific!" says St. Peter. "That's certainly worth a point."

"One point?! I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans."

"Fantastic, that's good for two more points," he says.

"Two points!?!!

Exasperated, the man cries. "At this rate the only way I'll get into heaven is by the grace of God."

"Bingo, 100 points! Come on in!"

(Compliments to Rev. Eleanor Ditrick)

Some day the silver chord will break,
and I no more as now shall sing;
but O the joy when I shall wake
within the palace of the King!

Some day my earthly house will fall -
I cannot tell how soon 'twill be;
but this I know - my All in All
has now a place in heav'n for me.

Some day, when fades the golden sun
beneath the rosy-tinted west,
my blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
and I shall enter into rest.

Some day - till then I'll watch and wait,
my lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
that when my Savior opens the gate,
my soul to Him may take its flight.

Refrain:
And I shall see Him face to face,
and tell the story - Saved by grace;
and I shall see Him face to face,
and tell the story - Saved by grace.

- Fanny J. Crosby, 1894

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

A Savior have I more precious to me
Than all of earth’s friendships ever could be
His riches of grace more clearly I see
The closer I walk to Him.

If rugged the way that I must pursue
If dark be the night that I journey through
My fears all depart, my tears are but few
The closer I walk to Him.

My heart sings a glad and jubilant song
As onward we go life’s pathway along
My hope is renewed, may faith becomes strong
The closer I walk to Him.

I feast on His truth, His riches of grace;
And daily His countless mercies I trace
Beholding the glory light of His face
The closer I walk to Him.

Refrain
The closer I walk, the sweeter He seems
Much fairer is He than all of my dreams.
His love lights my way when pathways are dim
The closer I walk to Him.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1931

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Today's hymn is of most interest to the Nazarenes amongst you. Haldor
Lillenas, the author, was born in Norway and came to America as a child. He
and his wife Bertha were both songwriters. They traveled extensively,
furnishing songs for many of the leading song leaders in the country.

In 1909, at age 24, Haldor Lillenas left his home in Portland, Oregon to
attend Bible College in Los Angeles. There he met and married Bertha Wilson,
a gifted singer, songwriter, and preacher. Within a year they began their
16 years of pastoral ministry of Nazarene churches in California, Texas,
Indiana and Illinois.

During their pastorates they participated in camp meetings and revival
crusades. In all, he composed almost 4000 hymns. Many were written and
first used in these evangelistic campaigns.

In 1924 Haldor and others formed Lillenas Publishing Company. The company
was successful and in 1930 the Nazarene Publishing House purchased it to
become its music division. He moved from Indianapolis to Kansas City. One
of his first productions was the classic Nazarene hymnal, “Glorious Gospel
Hymns.” He continued to manage the company that bore his name until he
retired in 1950.

(Commentary by J. D. Sherrow)

O my heart sings today, sings for joy and gladness.
Jesus saves, satisfies, takes away my sadness.
Guilt is gone; peace is mine, peace like to a river.
Jesus is wonderful, mighty to deliver.

Once a slave, now I’m free, free from condemnation,
Jesus gives liberty and a full salvation.
Now the chains of the past have been all forgiven,
And my name is inscribed in the book of heaven.

Living here with my Lord in a holy union,
Day by day, all the way, holding sweet communion;
O what change grace hath wrought in my lowly station
Since my soul has received full and free salvation!

Refrain
Wonderful! Wonderful, Jesus is to me!
Counselor, Prince of Peace, Mighty God is He!
Saving me, keeping me, from all sin and shame,
Wonderful is my Redeemer; praise His name!

- Haldor Lillenas, 1924

Copyright © 1924 Renewed 1952 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Jesus, keep me near the cross -
there a precious fountain,
free to all, a healing stream,
flows from Calvary's mountain.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
love and mercy found me;
there the Bright and Morning Star
sheds its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
bring its scenes before me;
help me walk from day to day
with its shadows o'er me.

Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
hoping trusting ever,
till I reach the golden strand
just beyond the river.

Refrain:
In the cross, in the cross
Be my glory ever,
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest, beyond the river.

- Fanny J. Crosby, 1869

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.

Refrain
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

- Fanny Crosby, 1880

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

A wealthy English family once invited friends to spend some time at their
beautiful estate. The happy gathering was almost plunged into a terrible
tragedy on the first day. When the children went swimming, one of them got
into deep water and was drowning. Fortunately, the gardener heard the others
screaming and plunged into the pool to rescue the helpless victim. That
youngster was Winston Churchill. His parents, deeply grateful to the
gardener, asked what they could do to reward him. He hesitated, then said,
“I wish my son could go to college someday and become a doctor.” “We’ll pay
his way,” replied Churchill’s parents.

Years later when Sir Winston was prime minister of England, he was stricken
with pneumonia. Greatly concerned, the king summoned the best physician who
could be found to the bedside of the ailing leader. That doctor was Sir
Alexander Fleming, the developer of penicillin. He was also the son of that
gardener who had saved Winston from drowning as a boy! Later Churchill said,
“Rarely has one man owed his life twice to the same person.”

What was rare in the case of that great English statesman is in a much
deeper sense a wonderful reality for every believer in Christ. The Heavenly
Father has given us the gift of physical life, and then through His Son, the
Great Physician, He has imparted to us eternal life.

From “Our Daily Bread”

To God be the glory - great things He hath done!
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
who yielded His life an atonement for sin
and opened the lifegate that all may go in.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood!
To ev'ry believer the promise of God;
the vilest offender who truly believes,
that moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Great things He hath taught us,
great things He hath done,
and great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
but purer and higher and greater will be
our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.

Refrain
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory - great things He hath done.

- Fanny Crosby, 1885

Copyright © 1993 by Lillenas Publishing Co.

[Nelson Bradford]

Lord, I am pleading; hear Thou my prayer.
Let me Thy blessed fellowship share.
From day to day Thy servant I’d be
Grant me a closer walk with Thee.

Voices of earth unnumbered I hear;
Cares and perplexing problems are near.
Trusting in Thee, my soul shall be free.
Grant me a closer walk with Thee.

Strong are the foes that conquer I must.
Long is the way, but in Thee I trust.
In my own strength but weakness I see
Grant me a closer walk with Thee.

Glorious Master, King of my soul,
On Thee my burdens gladly I roll.
Thou art my portion eternally
Grant me a closer walk with Thee.

Refrain
Oh, for a closer walk with Thee!
Near to Thy side I ever would be.
Shield me and hide me;
Constantly guide me
Into a closer walk with Thee.

- Haldor Lillenas, 1924

Copyright © Renewed 1952 by Haldor Lillenas