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Today in 1810 – Mary James Born

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Mary Dagworthy James became a Sunday School teacher at the age of 13, and went on to be a leading figure in the Wesleyan holiness movement in the United States. She wrote about 50 hymns, and a couple of them are still in use.

Most hymnals include Mary James’s hymn, All for Jesus, a fine song of dedication. A hymn with the same metre, but different words, was used to conclude Sir John Stainer’s oratorio The Crucifixion. The tune also fits Mary James’s song. And in my view, Stainer’s tune (now called Wycliff) is superior to the one found in most hymn books with James’s song. Give Wycliff a try, if you can. (You can hear it played on the Cyber Hymnal.)

Less familiar but worth a look is Mary James’s Sweetly Resting. Below is a beautiful rendering of the song by the Charity Homeschool Chorus, singing unaccompanied. With the music are visuals noting various martyrs for the faith, down through the centuries. It’s an interesting combination. As the Bible says, “Whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s” (Rom. 14:8). And as Paul testified, “To me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Phil. 1:21).

In the rifted Rock I’m resting;
Safely sheltered, I abide.
There no foes nor storms molest me,
While within the cleft I hide.

Now I’m resting, sweetly resting,
In the cleft once made for me.
Jesus, blessèd Rock of Ages,
I will hide myself in Thee.

(2) Today in 1897 – William How Died

William Walsham How was an Anglican clergyman in Britain. A humble and unassuming man, he was admired for his ministry in the slums of East London, where he was known as “the Poor Man’s Bishop.” He also wrote over 50 hymns, several of which remain in common use. Below are a few of the hymns he gave us.

For All the Saints
O Jesus, Thou Art Standing
O Word of God Incarnate
We Give Thee but Thine Own

O Jesus, Thou Art Standing depicts Christ knocking at the door as we have it recorded in Rev. 3:20, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine [fellowship] with him, and he with Me.” Sometimes this is used as a salvation verse, and sinners are called upon to invite the Lord Jesus into their hearts. But Rev. How has it right. In the context, these words are spoken to members of a church that has become self-satisfied and shut the Lord out (vs. 17-19).

O Jesus, Thou art standing, outside the fast closed door,
In lowly patience waiting to pass the threshold o’er:
Shame on us, Christian brothers, His Name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us, to keep Him standing there!

Published in 1867, How’s hymn O Word of God Incarnate was based on Ps. 119:105, “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” It is addressed to Christ, the living, incarnate Word (Jn. 1:1, 14), but it concerns the written Word of God, the Bible.

O Word of God incarnate, O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging, O Light of our dark sky:
We praise Thee for the radiance that from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps, shines on from age to age.

The Scripture is a banner before God’s host unfurled;
It is a shining beacon above the darkling world.
It is the chart and compass that over life’s surging tide,
Mid mists and rocks and quicksands, to You, O Christ, will guide.

Today in 1712 – When All Thy Mercies published

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Joseph Addison was the greatest English writer of his time, and one of the greatest of all time. He studied law and political science and became, for a time, the chief secretary for Ireland. As the eighteenth century dawned Addison was beginning to show his surpassing skill as an essayist. He helped to establish the Spectator, a daily paper, in which he published many of his writings.

Addison preceded the Wesleys by a generation, but they recognized the way in which his strong Christian influence paved the way for their ministry. As you read John Wesley’s comment, you may be thinking as I did, “We need another Joseph Addison today!” He wrote,

God raised up Mr. Addison and his associates to lash the prevailing vices and ridiculous profane customs of the country, and to show the excellence of Christianity and Christian institutions. The Spectators were the first instrument in the hands of God to check the mighty and growing profanity, and call men back to religion and decency and common sense.

When All Thy Mercies, O My God is a hymn about God’s loving care of us through every phase of our lives, from our conception in the womb and on to eternity. The lines of verse were included in an essay on gratitude appearing in the Spectator. I’ve quoted a couple of verses below, but it is worth your while to go to the Cyber Hymnal and read the full hymn text. (Incidentally, I like the tune Belmont for this hymn, though the Cyber Hymnal doesn’t list it as a possibility as yet.)

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.

Through ev’ry period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

The other magnificent hymn of Addison’s in common use is The Spacious Firmament, concerning the glory of God revealed in creation.

(2) Today in 1813 – Christian Bateman Born

British clergyman Christian Henry Bateman served successively as a pastor in the Moravian church, as well as in Congregational and Anglican churches. He wrote many hymns, but only one remains in common use today, Come, Christians, Join to Sing. The song originally appeared in Bateman’s book, Sacred Melodies for Children, and the opening line was “Come, children, join to sing.” The change was made to render the hymn more widely useful.

Come, Christians, join to sing–Alleluia! Amen!
Loud praise to Christ our King–Alleluia! Amen!
Let all with heart and voice, before His throne rejoice;
Praise is His gracious choice: Alleluia! Amen!

Here’s a link to a virtuoso piano arrangement of the tune Madrid, in which the pianist seems to make use of every note on the piano several times over!

(3) Today in 1933 – William Draper Died

William Henry Draper was an Anglican clergyman who also wrote about 60 hymns. But the song for which he is best know was written by another. In 1919, for a children’s festival on Whitsuntide (Pentecost), Draper published a paraphrase of Francis of Assisi’s Italian hymn, All Creatures of Our God and King.

The hymn was written shortly before Francis’s death, but was not published for another 400 years, appearing in English nearly 700 years after he died. It was written during an unusually hot summer, when Francis was ill and losing his sight. He was in great pain, as his eyes were highly sensitive to the light. His misery was increased by some field mice that had infested his hut, likely finding a home in the straw walls. When he lay down to rest, they boldly ran back and forth over his face. Yet, writing in those desperate circumstances, Francis created a glowing masterpiece.

All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam!
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Let all things their Creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One!

Today in 1845 – Thomas Koschat Born

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Thomas Koschat studied chemistry in Vienna in order to become a textile chemist. He also sang in the court opera choir, eventually becoming its director. In later years he formed the Koschat Quartet that toured Europe and America extensively.

The composer’s tune Poland (also known as Koschat) is used with The Lord Is My Shepherd, one of many renderings of Psalm 23. The text for this one was written by James Montgomery and published in 1822. The alto part of the tune is particularly important because it carries the melody at the beginning. If you sing the hymn, perhaps you could encourage women with lower voices to sing those notes. Or you might try having all the ladies on the soprano part and all the men singing the alto.

Graphic Flock of Sheep

The Word of God compares believers to sheep many times, and the imagery is not necessarily complimentary. Sheep are seen as weak and vulnerable, subject to attacks both from parasites and from predatory animals such as wolves. They also have a tendency to wander and endanger themselves, and they need the constant oversight of a capable shepherd. Praise the Lord we have an infinitely capable Shepherd in the Lord Jesus, who is pictured in the Bible as:

  • The good Shepherd who gave His life to save us (Jn. 10:11)
  • The great Shepherd who is able to keep us safe (Heb. 13:20-21)
  • The chief Shepherd who will come again to reward His servants (I Pet. 5:2-4)

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wand’ring, redeems when oppressed.

Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,
Through land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.

(2) Today in 1922 – William Jude Died

William Herbert Jude was a church organist and composer in Britain. He travelled extensively (including to Australia), giving lectures on musical themes, and recitals on the organ. He also wrote and edited publications, particularly dealing with church music (the Monthly Hymnal, Ministry of Music, Music and the Higher Life, Mission Hymns, and Festival Hymns).

William Jude wrote an operetta (Innocents Abroad), and a number of anthems and songs. He has given us the tune for Cecil Frances Alexander’s hymn of dedication, Jesus Calls Us. The tune’s name is Galilee (though it is sometimes called Jude, after the composer.) The hymn is based on the record in Matthew of Jesus calling some of His disciples:

Jesus, walking by the Sea of Galilee, saw two brothers, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. Then HE said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.” They immediately left their nets and followed Him (Matt. 4:18-20).

Mrs. Alexander wrote the song for the commemoration of Saint Andrew’s Day (Nov. 30) in her church. That is why a stanza, now usually omitted, makes specific reference to him.

As of old Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for Jesus’ sake.

Without that stanza, the hymn becomes an effective call for believers to establish eternal priorities and commit ourselves to Christian service.

Jesus calls us over the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless, sea;
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, “Christian, follow Me!”

Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store,
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, “Christian, love Me more!”

In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian, love Me more than these!”

Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies,
Saviour may we hear Thy call,
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.

Here’s a video link to some guitar variations on William Jude’s tune.

Today in 1868 – Frederich Lehman Born

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Frederich (Anglicized to Frederick) Martin Lehman was born in Germany. His family emigrated to the United States when he was 4 years old, settling in a one-room log cabin in Iowa. Frederich Lehman became a Christian while still a boy. At the age of 27 he entered Christian ministry. For a time he was a circuit-riding preacher, travelling by horse and buggy between communities. Later, he became a pastor and a music publisher.

Pastor Lehman wrote hundreds of gospel songs. His best known selection is the 1917 hymn The Love of God, for which his daughter Claudia wrote the tune or at least arranged it.

The profoundly beautiful third stanza was not written by Lehman. It was found pencilled on the wall of a room in a mental hospital, after the patient had died. At first, it was assumed he had created it himself in a moment of sanity. However, it later proved to be a translation of a Hebrew poem originating some 850 years earlier. Whatever its origin, the imagery of trying to write of the love of God across the sky is memorable.

In the Bible, Paul prays for the Ephesian Christians that they might “know the love of God which passes [or surpasses] knowledge” (Eph. 3:19). That is a paradox. God’s love is knowable…and yet it isn’t. The New Living Translation clarifies the text nicely with, “May you experience the love of Christ, though it is so great you will never fully understand it.”

Of course, each Christian knows something of this quality of God’s character. We discovered it at Calvary (Jn. 3:16). But, as Job puts it, “Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways, and how small a whisper we hear of Him!” (Job 26:14). Commentator William MacDonald describes the infinity of God’s love as “an ocean without shores.” It will be the joy of the saints, through all eternity, to learn and “know” more and more of the wonderful love of our great God.

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

(2) Praise Him, All Ye Little Children (Data Missing)

One of the songs I can remember singing as a child is Praise Him, Praise Him, All Ye Little Children. We do not know the author of the words of this simple but effective little song, but the tune was written by Baptist clergyman Carey Bonner. Mr. Bonner was active in the British Sunday School movement of the early 20th century.

Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Lord’s Day Meditation – Power for the Weak

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Then Jonathan said to the young man who bore his armour, “Come, let us go over to the garrison of these uncircumcised; it may be that the Lord will work for us. For nothing restrains the Lord from saving by many or by few.” So his armour bearer said to him, “Do all that is in your heart. Go then; here I am with you, according to your heart.” (I Sam. 14:6-7)

Nothing…by many or by few! What a tremendous statement of faith from Jonathan. Only one sword between them (I Sam. 13:33), climbing up toward the enemy (and thus exposed and vulnerable), and outnumbered at least ten to one, they were about to attack a garrison of the Philistines (I Sam. 14:4-15). But Jonathan showed great courage, because his confidence was in God. I wonder, did he have in mind Gideon’s great victory with 300 men against 135,000 Midianites (Jud. 7:1-25; cf. 8:10)?

Through most of my 40 years of ministry, with a couple of exceptions, I have worked with smaller congregations, smaller ministries. But the encouragement of this verse is that numbers are, in one sense at least, irrelevant! If we are doing the will of Almighty God, He can work through us to accomplish great things, whether we be many or few. Power-wise, we are in the majority, no matter what (cf. Rom. 8:31).

Jonathan’s victory that day was a gracious lesson to fearful Israel, and to us: That God delights to work through the smallest grain of daring faith in Him. Since Christians will always be in the minority, until the end of time, we need that kind of bold confidence in the Lord. Take courage from another passage: “He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength” (Isa. 40:29).

This chapter in Isaiah contrasts God and man. The Lord is everything we are not. His power is infinite (vs. 8, 10, 22-24, 26, 28), while ours is feeble and inadequate. And this great God stands ready to help those who meet but two qualifications:

  • They are weak, and they know it (vs. 29)
  • They are waiting, looking up to God in faith (vs. 31).

Jonathan’s exploit, through faith in God, reminds me of Kitty Suffield’s challenging gospel song, Little Is Much When God Is in It.

In the harvest field now ripened
There’s a work for all to do;
Hark! the voice of God is calling
To the harvest calling you.

Little is much when God is in it!
Labour not for wealth or fame.
There’s a crown—and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus’ name.

Does the place you’re called to labour
Seem too small and little known?
It is great if God is in it,
And He’ll not forget His own.

Today in 1821 – Edward Plumptre Born

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Edward Hayes Plumptre was a brilliant scholar, a teacher, preacher and a theologian. He held professorships in Pastoral Theology, and in New Testament Exegesis, at King’s College, Oxford. He wrote many scholarly works and produced translations of ancient classics. Though Plumtre wrote a number of hymns, he is best know for the exuberant song of praise, Rejoice. Ye Pure in Heart, written for a choral festival in 1865.

Rejoice ye pure in heart;
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
Your glorious banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
Give thanks and sing.

Praise Him who reigns on high,
The Lord whom we adore,
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
One God forevermore.

Here is a stirring choral version of this hymn.

(2) Today in 1866 – John Neale Died

John Mason Neale was known chiefly as a translator of ancient Greek and Latin hymns. Some of these that are still in common use are:

All Glory, Laud and Honour
Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid
Christ Is Made the Sure Foundation
Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain
Good Christian Me, Rejoice
Jerusalem the Golden
O Come, O Come Emmanuel
Of the Father’s Love Begotten
The Day of Resurrection

(3) Today in 1872 – John Work Born

The kidnapping and enslavement of multitudes of blacks from the coasts of Africa is a sorry aspect of American history. Often mistreated and put to hard labour, many of the slaves where nonetheless exposed to the Christian gospel and put their faith in the Saviour. With a limited understanding of the Scriptures, they produced their own unique hymnody in the form of traditional Spirituals.

Most of the slaves could neither read or write in English, and many of the songs were created before the time when effective sound recording was available (in the later nineteenth century). Because of this, the songs would have been lost to future generations, apart from the work of John Wesley Work, Jr.

Work was an able scholar, taught Latin and Greek at Fisk University, and later served as president of Roger Williams University in Nashville. But he had another passion as well. The son of a choir director, Work had a special interest in the music of his ancestors. He pioneered in researching, collecting and performing African American songs. We are able to sing many of them, including the Christmas carol Go, Tell It on the Mountain because of the efforts of John Work.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

While shepherds kept their watching
O’er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light.

(4) Today in 1914 – John Campbell Died

John George Edward Henry Douglas Sutherland Campbell (Yes, that was his name!) was a British nobleman, chief of the Scottish Campbell clan, and the 9th Duke of Argyle. Ruggedly handsome, he married Princess Louise, the daughter of Queen Victoria, and served as a member of Parliament for South Manchester for 12 years. Notably, he was appointed the Governor-General of Canada, the queen’s official representative in the Dominion, a position he held from 1878 to 1883.

Graphic John Campbell

At the age of 33, Campbell was Canada’s youngest Governor-General. His coming to Canada created great excitement in the country, especially since Rideau Hall would have its first royal resident in the person of his wife. The young couple travelled throughout Canada, meeting with people from all over. It is evident he was greatly admired. Campbell was also known as the Marquess of Lorne, and Lorne became a common boy’s name in Canada as nowhere else, as a result of his popularity.

John Campbell was also a dedicated Christian. In 1877, he produced a metrical version of Psalm 121, the hymn Unto the Hills. It is still in use, and deservedly so, as it gives us a clear and accurate rendering of the passage. Note the wording of Ps. 121:1. The King James Version translates it as a statement: “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.” But the latter half of the verse is more likely a question. The psalmist was not looking to the hills for help. They were full of danger from robber bands. Campbell’s translation is correct.

Unto the hills around do I lift up my longing eyes
O whence for me shall my salvation come, from whence arise?
From God, the Lord, doth come my certain aid,
From God, the Lord, who heaven and earth hath made.

He will not suffer that thy foot be moved: safe shalt thou be.
No careless slumber shall His eyelids close, who keepeth thee.
Behold, He sleepeth not, He slumbereth ne’er,
Who keepeth Israel in His holy care.

This link presents a fine brass band version of the beautiful tune Sandon, used with Unto the Hills–and, as indicated, sometimes with Lead, Kindly Light, as well.

Today in 1869 – Grant Tullar Born

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Grant Colfax Tullar was named after American president Ulysses S. Grant, and was given the middle name Colfax after Schuyler Colfax, the vice president at the time. His mother died when he was two, and he was raised by relatives who were anything by supportive. As a child, he worked in a woolen mill, and sold shoes as a teen-ager. At the age of 19 Tullar put his faith in Christ and, though he had only a couple of years of formal schooling, he eventually entered the ministry.

Tullar was a pastor for a short time, but soon turned his attention to evangelism and a music ministry. He served as a song leader, also writing many gospel songs, either supplying the tunes for the work of others, or writing the texts himself. At the age of 27 he became the co-founder of the successful Tullar-Meredith Publishing Company, which produced many hymnals and gospel song books.

The hymn for which Mr. Tullar is best known today has an interesting origin. In 1898, he agreed to help a local pastor conduct evangelistic meetings. On a particular afternoon, he, along with the pastor and his wife, spent some hours visiting the sick. They returned to the manse to have a quick supper before the evening meeting. To save time, his hostess simply placed a number of leftovers on the table, inviting all to make a meal of them.

Knowing Tullar’s fondness for a particular kind of jam, and seeing there was only a little left, the couple passed the container on to him. “So this is all for me?” he said. And as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was struck with a sudden inspiration. Excusing himself, he walked to the piano and improvised a pretty tune, while singing,

All for me the Saviour suffered,
All for me He bled and died…

The pastor expressed his delight with the song, asking to use it at the evening meeting. But the composer said it needed more work.

Then with the next morning’s mail, an envelope arrived for the musician. In it was a letter from Carrie Breck, along with some poems she had written. She wanted to know if he could provide music to go with any of them. As Grant Tullar started to read the first poem, he realized immediately it fit the tune he had written the night before. And it was a perfect fit. The hymn resulting from a nearly empty jam jar, and a letter from a stranger,  is Face to Face, about the joy of the saints in one day meeting the Saviour.

Face to face with Christ, my Saviour,
Face to face–what will it be,
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ who died for me?

Face to face I shall behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory,
I shall see Him by and by!

Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkling veil between,
But a blessèd day is coming,
When His glory shall be seen.

(2) He Who Safely Keepeth (Data Missing)

In the Living Hymns hymnal, the text of this song is credited to Lyman Cuyler. There is no data available on him, because, as far as I know, he never existed! This is one of the dozens of pen names used by well-known hymn writer Fanny Crosby. Alfred Smith has supplied a singable tune. You can find the full hymn with the tune in Living Hymns (#431).

This encouraging song is based upon the words of Psalm 121:3, “He who keeps you will not slumber.” Other watchmen may grow careless and fall asleep, but the Lord never will. He keeps His eyes on His children and is attentive to their cries.

He, who safely keepeth,
Slumbers not, nor sleepeth;
Though by all the world forsaken,
Wherefore should I fear?
That which He hath spoken
Never can be broken,
Who shall harm the trusting heart
When He is near?

He will keep me ever,
Where no pow’r can sever
From my heart, the love that hides me
In His secret place.
There in faith abiding,
All to Him confiding,
Through His Spirit I am sealed
An heir of grace.

Today in 1893 – William Booth-Clibborn Born

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William Emmanuel Booth-Clibborn was the grandson of William Booth, the founder of the Salvation Army. He served the Lord as an evangelist but also produced several gospel songs. Down from His Glory is likely more of a solo selection than a congregational number, but it speaks effectively of the Saviour’s willing condescension.

The Bible tells us “Christ Jesus…being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men….[He] humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross” (Phil. 2:5-8).

Because He is Himself God (Jn. 1:1), the second Person of the Trinity, it was not “robbery” for Him to claim the prerogatives of deity, not an invasion into something that did not belong to Him, not a thing to be clutched and held onto illegally, the way a thief might snatch a purse. He had a full right to the glory and honour that had been His from all eternity. But He willingly set these things aside to come to save us.

In 1921, Booth-Clibborn created his hymn. The tune was adapted from that of the Italian song, O Sole Mio, recorded in 1916 by famous by opera star Enrico Caruso. (It is surely put to more wonderful and lasting use by Mr. Booth-Clibborn’s lyrics.)

Down from His glory, ever living story,
My God and Saviour came, and Jesus was His Name.
Born in a manger, to His own a stranger,
A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.

O how I love Him! How I adore Him!
My breath, my sunshine, my all in all.
The great Creator became my Saviour,
And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him.

What condescension, bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night, not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender, laid aside His splendour,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.

 (2) O for a Heart of Calm Repose (Data Missing)

Here is a lovely little hymn the authorship of which is unknown. There is a settling sense of peace in this hymn that mirrors its theme. You can hear the tune played on the Cyber Hymnal.

Some might question the practice of praying to the Holy Spirit, as we do with the text of O for a Heart of Calm Repose. It is true that the basic pattern for prayer is that we are to pray to God the Father, on the authority (in the name of) the Lord Jesus, by the enabling of the Spirit (Eph. 2:18; cf. Matt. 6:9; Rom. 8:26-27).

That should surely be our customary practice. However, nothing is said against praying to the Spirit of God at times, and we know He is fully God, just as the other Persons of the Trinity are.

O for a heart of calm repose
Amid the world’s loud roar,
A life that like a river flows
Along a peaceful shore!

Come, Holy Spirit! still my heart
With gentleness divine;
Indwelling peace Thou canst impart;
O make the blessing mine.

Above these scenes of storm and strife
There spreads a region fair;
Give me to live that higher life,
And breathe that heavenly air.

Come, Holy Spirit! breathe that peace
That victory make me win;
Then shall my soul her conflict cease,
And find a heaven within.

Today in 1858 – Maltbie Babcock Born

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Maltbie Davenport Babcock belonged to a socially prominent family in Syracuse, New York. After graduating from university there, he took seminary training and became a Presbyterian pastor in Lockport. Later, serving a church in Baltimore, he became so popular with the students at Johns Hopkins University that the school set aside a room for his use, where he could meet with them. In his own college days, Babcock was involved in both music and athletics (baseball and swimming). Even as a pastor he tried to stay fit. Sadly, Pastor Babcock died of a bacterial infection at the age of 43, while on a trip to the Holy Land.

Babcock had definite gifts as a poet. Consider these beautiful and insightful lines:

Back of the loaf is the snowy flour,
And back of the flour the mill;
And back of the mill is the wheat and the shower,
And the sun and the Father’s will.

In Lockport, when heading out for his daily jogs, he used to say, “I’m going out to see my Father’s world.” It was that phrase that the pastor turned into a poem. From its 16 stanzas, 3 have been used for the familiar hymn, This Is My Father’s World.

Graphic Nature Scene

Deceptively simple, the hymn is carefully structured and beautifully written. The second stanza makes use of a figure of speech with the tongue-twister name onomatopoeia–which refers to using words that produce the sound being described. We can hear the hissing whisper of grass in the wind, with the repeated “s” in the line, “In the rustling grass I hear Him pass.”

The concluding stanza turns our attention from nature to the imperfections of the moral world, and to God’s final triumph over evil.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav’n be one.

(2) Risen! (Data Missing)

Here is a little resurrection hymn, first published in 1903. To hear William H. Doane’s tune for Risen! check the Cyber Hymnal.

See, the seal is rudely broken!
Lo! the stone is rolled away!
Kept is every sign and token,
He is risen, angels say.

Lo, the tomb is standing open
And the Marys weeping near,
Angel tones within are spoken,
He is risen, do not fear!

Hark! the joyful tidings ringeth!
Christ hath triumphed o’er the grave!
Joy to all His followers bringeth,
Christ hath risen!—lives to save!

Today in 1941 – Anna Hoppe Died

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With only an eighth grade education, Anna Bernardine Dorothy Hoppe left school to face the working world. She got a job as a secretary in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but that was not to be where she made her most lasting mark. Anna had been writing poetry since childhood, and by her mid-twenties her verses had taken on a marked devotional flavour. Today, several of her poems have been published in hymnals of the Lutheran church, set to traditional melodies.

The author said of her work, “Many of my hymns have been written on my way to and from church, and to and from work. I utilize my lunch hours for typing the hymns.” Anna also did some translation of German hymns. For example, she gave us this seventeenth-century hymn by Paul Gerhardt.

O world, see here suspended
His loving arms extended,
Thy Saviour on the cross!
The Prince of life is willing,
All righteousness fulfilling,
To suffer anguish, scorn and loss.

Graphic Manger Scene

The lovely carol, Precious Child, So Sweetly Sleeping is one of Anna Hoppe’s own songs. I tried to find a more familiar tune that could be used with it, but could discover none that exactly fit. Though the stanzas are one beat short in the fifth line, the hymn might be sung, with a slight adjustment, to Regent Square, the tune commonly used for Angels from the Realms of Glory. (You can see the entire hymn and hear the original tune on the Cyber Hymnal.)

Precious Child, so sweetly sleeping
In a virgin’s fond embrace;
Heav’nly hosts their watch are keeping
O’er Thy humble dwelling place;
Blest Messiah, newborn King,
Let my heart its tribute bring.

Promised Saviour, I adore Thee,
Son of David, Son of God!
What can mortals bring before Thee?
All is Thine on earthly sod.
Take my heart and let it be
Filled with love, dear Child, to Thee.

(2) More from Isaac Watts – Before Jehovah’s Awful Throne

In our day, the word “awful” has been given a negative connotation. It has come to mean revolting, or disgusting (as in, “Wasn’t that an awful dress Christine was wearing!). But its original meaning was awe-inspiring, and that is what Dr. Watts meant when he published his great hymn (the original version in 1706). It is based on Psalm 100.

To avoid misunderstanding, the first line is sometimes sung today as, “Before Jehovah’s awesome throne.” That is the version sung in Westminster Abbey below, in a service at the beginning of the Gulf War.

Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and He destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav’ns our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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