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Hymn Almanac December

Today in 1823 – William Cushing Born

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William Orcutt Cushing was a pastor in the United States (see also here). Ill health after the death of his wife forced him to resign from public ministry. But he went on to write over 300 hymns during the latter part of his life. Among them are:

Follow On
Hiding in Thee
Ring the Bells of Heaven
There’ll Be No Dark Valley
Under His Wings
When He Cometh

Hiding in Thee was written at request from Ira Sankey that Cushing provide something that would help him in his evangelistic work. The author said of this hymn, “It is the outgrowth of many tears, many heart conflicts and soul yearnings, of which the world can know nothing.”

O safe to the Rock that is higher than I,
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine, would I be;
Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
Thou blest “Rock of Ages,”
I’m hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my refuge and breathed out my woe;
How often, when trials like sea billows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.

(2) Today in 1837 – John Sweney Born

John Robson Sweney began his music career early. While still in his youth he began teaching music in the public schools and leading Sunday School programs. He took violin and piano lessons, and became a skilled choral conductor as well. For many years he was professor of music at the Pennsylvania Military Academy. He earned a Doctor of Music degree in 1886.

Mr Sweney composed the music for over a thousand gospel songs. Sweney was a frequent collaborator with Fanny Crosby on songs such as: Tell Me the Story of Jesus, Take the World But Give Me Jesus, My Saviour First of All, and Unsearchable Riches, a lesser-known song of Fanny’s.

Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ,
Wealth that can never be told!
Riches exhaustless of mercy and grace,
Precious, more precious than gold!

Precious, more precious,
Wealth that can never be told!
Oh, the unsearchable riches of Christ!
Precious, more precious than gold.

(3) Today in 1951 – Elton Roth Died

Elton Menno Roth served with travelling evangelistic groups, and was a music teacher at several Bible colleges. He wrote over a hundred hymns and a number of anthems. His Ecclesia Choir toured the United States in 1931. Only one of his songs remains in common use, In My Heart There Rings a Melody, for which he wrote both words and music.

The song was written in Texas, in the summer of 1923, during an evangelistic crusade in which Elton Roth was involved. He went for a walk one afternoon but, becoming oppressed by the suffocating heat, he looked for a place of shade and shelter. Spotting a church, he tried the door and found it open. No one was around, and he found the coolness of the sanctuary refreshing. As he walked up and down the aisle, a song of praise rose from within him. It seemed heaven-sent. He says, “I hurried into the pastor’s study to find some paper. I drew a staff and sketched the melody, remaining there for an hour or more to finish the song, both words and music.”

That evening the composer had a group of over 200 boys and girls sing it for the first time in an open-air meeting. After the children had sung, those gathered around joined enthusiastically in the new hymn. Roth says, “I was thrilled, as it seemed my whole being was transformed into a song.”

I have a song that Jesus gave me,
It was sent from heav’n above;
There never was a sweeter melody,
‘Tis the melody of love.

In my heart there rings a melody,
There rings a melody with heaven’s harmony;
In my heart there rings a melody;
There rings a melody of love.

I love the Christ who died on Calv’ry,
For He washed my sins away;
He put within my heart a melody,
And I know it’s there to stay.

Today in 1678 – William Croft Baptized

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As far as I’m aware, the exact day of the birth of William Croft is unknown, but he was baptized as an infant on this date. Croft was an English choir master and organist of great ability. In 1713, he received a doctor of music degree from Oxford University. He became the organist of Westminster Abbey, and was recognized as the foremost church musician of his day. Composer of a number of hymn tunes, we know him today chiefly as the one who supplied the tune Hanover for Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim, and the tune St. Anne that we use with O God, Our Help in Ages Past.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

There is no shortage of versions of Isaac Watts’s great hymn on YouTube–some worth being there, and some perhaps not! Here are two renditions for your consideration. The first has some recording glitches at the beginning and end that need editing out. But stay with it. This is a fine example of congregational praise, augmented by a choir.

The second video is quite different. It gives us an example of using a hymn tune not as a setting for the text, but for a display of incredible virtuosity. Master Organist John Hong plays variations on the tune St. Anne.

(2) Today in 1993 – Ira Stanphill Died

Ira Forest Stanphill was born in 1914 to homesteaders on the plains of New Mexico. He went on to become an author, composer, singer, and preacher of the gospel. Stanphill wrote his first gospel song in 1930, and went on to give us dozens more. His music often has something of a western flavour, and his most popular song is likely Mansion Over the Hilltop.

I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where I’ll never grow old;
And some day yonder we will never more wander
But walk the streets that are purest gold.

Some other songs he wrote are:

Happiness Is the Lord
I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
Jesus and Me
Room at the Cross for You
Supper Time
We’ll Talk It Over
You Can Have a Song in Your Heart at Night

Today in 1849 – It Came Upon the Midnight Clear published

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Edmund Hamilton Sears wrote this popular Christmas carol at the request of a pastor friend. It was published in Boston’s Christian Register. Fifteen years earlier, Sears had written another carol (that I believe is superior), Calm on the Listening Ear of Night. But here is a sample stanza of It Came Upon the Midnight Clear.

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
“Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven’s all gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

(2) Today in 1876 – Philip Bliss Died

Philip Paul Bliss was one of the nineteenth century’s greatest gospel songwriters, with dozens of songs to his credit. Many are still found in our hymnals. (See Today in 1838 for a list.) One that is less often used is a powerful hymn of commitment the author called simply My Prayer. It is one of those songs that would provide a wealth of material for Bible study and meditation. Here it is, in its entirety.

More holiness give me, more strivings within.
More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Saviour, more sense of His care.
More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.

More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.

More purity give me, more strength to o’ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom, more useful I’d be,
More blessèd and holy, more, Saviour, like Thee.

train wreck

On the above date, Philip Bliss and his wife were on their way back to Chicago by train. They had spent Christmas visiting some relatives in Pennsylvania, and Bliss was looking forward to getting back to assist D. L. Moody with a great evangelistic campaign, early in the new year. But it was not to be.

As the train approached Ashtabula, Ohio, it had to cross a bridge spanning a ravine 80 to 100 feet deep. Suddenly, the bridge gave way, plunging the train into the gorge. The wooden railway cars quickly caught fire. Philip Bliss was able to crawl free of the wreckage, but when he realized his wife was still inside, he went back into the car in an attempt to free her. Both of them perished, along with about a hundred others. In a strange irony, Bliss had addressed an audience the night before the accident and said to them, “I may never pass this way again.” Then he sang a solo entitled, I’m Going Home Tomorrow.

Sometime later, the Blisses’ trunk was discovered. Inside was what may have been Bliss’s last written song, My Redeemer, awaiting a tune. It was, in effect, a last testimony of this godly man. His close friend James McGranahan supplied the melody and it was sung shortly after in the great Moody Tabernacle, with Major Daniel Whittle, another hymn writer, sharing the story behind it.

I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer,
With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I’ll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.

I suppose it has to do in part with one’s hymn-singing tradition, but in my experience this beautiful song is sometimes sung too quickly. The fact that “On the cruel cross He suffered” ought to cause us to reflect reverently on what Calvary means to us–as should the truth of the sinner’s “lost estate,” and his condemnation under “the curse.” The results of Christ shedding His blood on the cross are wonderful, but the fact of it, the event itself should be approached with holy awe.

If we’re not careful, a quicker pace can tend to trivialize sobering truths. (For instance, listen to this.) The group in the example below does better–though actually, I might take the song a bit slower still.  And apart from the tempo, there is a sense of tenderness and worship in the very singing style of the latter that breathes a deeper understanding of the text.

(3) Today in 1881 – The Lily of the Valley published

Charles William Fry was the Salvation Army’s first band leader. He has left us this one gospel song that is still in common use, The Lily of the Valley. It was first published in the Salvation Army’s periodical, War Cry.

I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.

He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

Today in 1896 – Napoleon Vandall Born

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Napoleon Bonaparte Vandall has given us two moving gospel songs, My Home Sweet Home, and After. Jack, as he was called, served in the Marines in the First World War. Then, after trusting Christ as his Saviour at a camp meeting in 1920, he went on to become an evangelist, a radio pastor, and a gospel songwriter. He and his wife Margaret (who was instrumental in leading him to Christ) made their home in Akron, Ohio. There, one day in 1934, something happened that shattered their peaceful life.

The Vandall’s sons were outside playing. But suddenly young Ted raced up the front steps in tears, sobbing that eight-year-old Paul and been struck by a car. Jack Vandall raced to the scene. The accident was extremely serious, as the boy had been dragged some distance under the car, losing a lot of skin on the left side of his body. Examination at the hospital revealed extensive head injuries, a fractured skull and a concussion, as well as a dislocated shoulder a broken collar bone, and a broken leg. The medical team did not hold out much hope for little Paul’s survival.

Overcome with grief, the father knelt at home and began to pray. He says he felt as though the Lord came and knelt beside him in that desperate hour, saying, “Never mind, my child. Your home will be visited with trouble and sorrow, but in the afterwards to come, these things cannot be. Your real home is in heaven where all tears will be wiped away.” With that assurance Jack Vandall committed the lad to the Lord, trusting God with his life.

With tears still streaming down his face he sat down at the piano and was inspired to write the beautiful gospel song, After. It begins:

After the toil and the heat of the day,
After my troubles are past,
After my sorrows are taken away–
I shall see Jesus at last!”

He will be waiting for me–
Jesus, so kind and true;
On His beautiful throne,
He will welcome me home,
After the day is through.

After the heartaches and sighing shall cease,
After the cold winter’s blast,
After the conflict comes glorious peace–
I shall see Jesus at last!”

There is a post-script to the story. Paul did survive, finally entering his heavenly home at the age of 75. (Read about Jack Vandall’s other lovely song about heaven, My Home, Sweet Home.)

(2) Today in 1925 – Samuel Francis Died

Samuel Trevor Francis was a London merchant and artist’s son, eventually becoming a merchant himself. Francis published a number of hymns in newspapers and religious periodicals. He belonged to the Plymouth Brethren, and served the Lord as a passionate open-air preacher. The one hymn he is remembered for today is the moving O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne!

Today in 1831- Mary Baker Died

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storm at sea

Mary Ann Baker lived in Chicago, and was active in the temperance movement. She wrote a number of temperance songs and hymns. Only one of the latter is in common use today. Master, the Tempest Is Raging is based on an incident in the life of Christ. The Bible says:

On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.” Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.

Mk. 4:35-39

Mary Baker says the song came as a result of being asked to write several that would suit some current Sunday School lessons. One of the themes was “Christ Stilling the Tempest.” She notes that the Scripture mirrored the tumult in her own life at the time, coming as a result of the death of her brother. She says:

I became wickedly rebellious at this dispensation of divine providence. I said in my heart that God did not care for me or mine. But the Master’s own voice stilled the tempest in my unsanctified heart, and brought it to the calm of a deeper faith and a more perfect trust.

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

(2) Data Missing – The First Noel

Because of the nature of an almanac, songs posted on this blog are usually dated, with a bit of information about the author or composer. However, there are a number of our hymns and gospel songs for which some or all of this data is missing. I wanted to include a few of them, so will fit them in here and there.

Today, consider the Christmas carol The First Noel. It first appeared (author unnamed) in a book called Some Ancient Christmas Carols, published in 1823. It appears to have originated in the Middle Ages, when travelling troubadours (folk singers) cared the news of the day from town to town. The community would gather, not only to be entertained by their songs, but to learn of important happenings elsewhere.

The term “noel” (or nowell) seems to mean birthday. And one can picture the troubadour shouting in the town square, “Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!” (as we have the four-fold repetition in the song’s refrain). The people would know that the announcement of an important birth was forthcoming.

In those days, Bibles were few, and Scripture knowledge was sometimes lacking. The second stanza suggests that the shepherds saw the Christmas star which the wise men discovered in the East (Matt. 2:2). But we do not know that they did–let alone that it shone “by day and night,” or that the shepherds were led by it to Bethlehem. However, we can affirm the call to worship issued by The First Noel:

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
That hath made heaven and earth of naught,
And with His blood mankind hath bought.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel. 

Today in 1836 – Hans Nageli Died

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Hans (Johann) Georg Nageli was a Swiss composer and music publisher. (Nageli published the works of Beethoven and other leading composers.) He encouraged interest in male choral singing, and promoted the teaching of music in elementary schools. Hymn writer Lowell Mason said of him, “No man in modern times has done more, perhaps, to promote the cause of music education and church music.” A few of Nageli’s hymn tunes are used today, most notably the tune Dennis used with Blest Be the Tie That Binds.

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

(2) Today in 1918 – Bertram Luard-Selby Died

Bertram Luard-Selby served as an organist at Rochester Cathedral, in England. He composed mostly organ music, but also wrote three sonatas, service music, large-scale chamber music, two operas and three cantatas. He composed the hymn tune Adoration, that can be used with the hymn Alleluia, Sing to Jesus. (For more on this hymn and the author of the words, see Today in 1837.)

Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the sceptre, His the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone.
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood.
Jesus out of every nation has redeemed us by His blood.

(3) Today in 2004 – A Tsunami Struck the Far East

Hymn writer Carolyn Winfrey Gillette is also a co-pastor, with her husband, of Limestone Presbyterian Church, in Wilmington, Delaware. She had written a hymn called The Storm Came to Honduras, years ago. Then, after the tsunami disaster in the Far East, she gave permission for Peter Holden to adapt it to the later event, in hopes it would call the attention of the Christian community to the desperate need of those who had suffered great loss.

Often we are unable to answer the “Why?” question in such circumstances. But we can commit ourselves to trust in an all-wise God, and we can do what we can to help those in need.

O God, that great tsunami has stunned us one and all.
Our neighbours reel in anguish, while homes and cities fall.
O God of wind and water, who made the sea and sky,
Amid such great destruction, we mournfully ask, “Why?”

Economies are ruined, and lives in tatters lie,
Sewage is washed down river, while lonely orphans cry.
O Spirit, send Your comfort and give us faith that cares,
For when our neighbours suffer, our lives are bound with theirs.

Today in 1862 – Francis Duckworth Born

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Francis Duckworth was born in Rimington, in England. Though he took great interest in music, he had little formal training. He became the organist of a Methodist church in the early part of the twentieth century, and composed a number of hymn tunes. He has given us the beautiful tune Rimington which can be used with the hymn Ashamed of Jesus. (You can hear the tune on the Cyber Hymnal connected to another hymn, and also see a picture of Mr. Duckworth here.)

Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man, ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heav’n depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.

(2) Today in 1864 – William Martin Born

William Clark Martin was a Baptist pastor who served several churches in the United States. He has left us some gospel songs that remain in common use: My Anchor Holds, Still Sweeter Every Day, and The Name of Jesus Is So Sweet.

The name of Jesus is so sweet,
I love its music to repeat;
It makes my joys full and complete,
The precious name of Jesus!

“Jesus,” O how sweet the name!
“Jesus,” every day the same;
“Jesus,” let all saints proclaim
Its worthy praise forever!

(3) Today in 1918 – Wilbur Chapman Died

John Wilbur Chapman was a Presbyterian pastor, and one of the founders of the Winona Lake Bible Conference. In his later years he became an itinerant evangelist, with a fruitful ministry in many parts of the world. Chapman wrote eight books, and several hymn texts. The two best-known are both excellent: One Day, and Our Great Saviour.

One Day, first published in 1911, carries us through the life of Christ, all the way from His incarnation to His coming return.

One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was as black as could be,
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men, my example is He!

Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever;
One day He’s coming–O glorious day!

Our Great Saviour (also commonly known as Jesus, What a Friend for Sinners) extols many of the virtues of the Son of God, and blessings we receive from His hand. The song makes use of a truly great hymn tune, Hyfrydol, written by Roland Pritchard. (It is used with a number of hymns, as the video clip below illustrates.)

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Saviour, makes me whole.

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.

Today in 1816 – Angels from the Realms published

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James Montgomery wrote about 400 hymns. Quite a few of them are still found in our hymnals today. Among them are the following:

According to Thy Gracious Word
Angels from the Realms of Glory
Hail to the Lord’s Anointed
In the Hour of Trial
The Lord Is My Shepherd
Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire
Stand Up and Bless the Lord
We Bid Thee Welcome in the Name

Montgomery wrote Angels from the Realms of Glory–considered his finest hymn–for publication in the Christmas Eve edition of the Sheffield Iris, the newspaper of which he was the editor.

Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King.

I invite you to listen to two outstanding versions of this carol. Both make use of the tune Gloria, to which we sing Angels We Have Heard on High, rather than the tune Regent Square traditionally used with Angels from the Realms of Glory. (For me, Gloria becomes a bit too repetitious. I prefer Regent Square.) The video clip below features a cascade of beautiful sound by the King’s College Choir. But you owe it to yourself to listen to the magnificent Mormon Tabernacle Choir rending, here, complete with bells, and the stunning voice of Sissel Kyrkjebo, Norway’s wonderful gift to the world of music. (A voice of great range and crystal clarity, right to the final high B flat.)

Annie Johnson Flint

(2) Today in 1866 – Annie Flint Born

Annie Johnson Flint was one of America’s greatest devotional poets. The daughter of Eldon Johnson, she lost both her parents at the age of 6, and was adopted by a childless couple named Flint. She trained as a teacher, and was also a skilled pianist with hopes of a future career on the concert stage. Then came the sudden and severe onset of crippling arthritis. In a short time, not only were her fingers painfully bent and swollen, but she found it difficult to walk. The disease left her bedridden for the rest of her life.

But when God closes one door, He will open another. While still a small child, she had trusted Christ as her Saviour, and over the years her spiritual insight seemed to grow deeper and deeper. Prevented from a musical expression of her artistic gifts, Miss Flint began writing poetry. When she could no longer grip a pen, she used a typewriter, punching the keys with her knuckles. Before her death in 1932, Miss Flint had produced books of verse that have been a blessing to many ever since.

Several of her poems have become gospel songs. And given the severe trials she experienced, they are moving testimonies to the grace of God. I encourage you to check out the full text of both of the following in the Cyber Hymnal. They are rich with spiritual meaning. From 1919 comes God Hath Not Promised.

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labour, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

An undated poem, He Giveth More, has also been set to music. Here is the second stanza and the refrain:

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

(3) Today in 1949 – William Poole Died

William Charles Poole put his faith in Christ at the age of 11, and became a Methodist clergyman in the United States in the early part of the twentieth century. With the encouragement of hymn writer Charles Gabriel, he wrote many hymn texts. Among those in common use today are Sunrise Tomorrow, and  Just When I Need Him Most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is near,
Just when I falter, just when I fear;
Ready to help me, ready to cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him most,
Just when I need Him most,
Jesus is near to comfort and cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is true,
Never forsaking all the way through;
Giving for burdens pleasures anew,
Just when I need Him most.

Today in 1873 – From Glory to Glory written

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Frances Ridley Havergal did not spend many years on this earth, dying at the age of 43. But God gifted her in unusual ways, and her many hymns continue to bless. Having a brilliant mind, Frances was reading by the age of 4, and began writing poetry when she was 7. She mastered Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, and memorized the Psalms, the book of Isaiah, and most of the New Testament.

From Glory Unto Glory is one of her lesser-known creations, another of her several New Year’s hymns. It is based on II Cor. 3:18, “But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.” The original poem has 20 stanzas. Here are a few of them.

“From glory unto glory!” Be this our joyous song,
As on the King’s own highway we bravely march along!
“From glory unto glory!” O word of stirring cheer,
As dawns the solemn brightness of one more glad new year.

“From glory unto glory!” What mighty blessings crown
The lives for which our Lord hath laid His own so freely down!
Omnipotence to keep us, omniscience, too, to guide,
Jehovah’s blessèd presence within us to abide!

The fullness of His blessing encompasseth our way;
The fullness of His promise crowns every brightening day;
The fullness of His glory is beaming from above,
While more and more we realize the fullness of His love.

“In full and glad surrender we give ourselves to Thee,
Thine utterly, and only, and evermore to be!
O Son of God, who lov’st us, we will be Thine alone,
Our being and possessions, shall henceforth be Thine own!”

Now onward, ever onward, “from strength to strength” we go,
While “grace for grace” abundant shall from His fullness flow,
To glory’s full fruition, from glory’s foretaste here,
Until His very presence crown happiest new year.

(2) Today in 1915 – William Doane Died

William Howard Doane was president of the J. A. Fay Woodworking Machinery Company. A successful businessman, he bequeathed large sums of money to various causes. As a Christian layman, he served as a Sunday School superintendent, and a church choir director, in Cincinnati, Ohio. He called music his “avocation,” but he certainly worked hard at it, producing over 2,000 hymn tunes.

Mr. Doane was a friend of Fanny Crosby’s, and frequently collaborated with her. A few examples of the many songs they created together are:

Draw Me Nearer
Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross
Moments of Prayer
Rescue the Perishing
To the Work
Safe in the Arms of Jesus

To the Work is a challenge to Christian service.

To the work! To the work! We are servants of God;
Let us follow the path that our Master has trod;
With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew,
Let us do with our might what our hands find to do.

Toiling on, toiling on, toiling on, toiling on,
Let us hope and trust, let us watch and pray,
And labour till the Master comes.

The circumstances of the writing of the last hymn listed above are unusual. One day in April of 1868 William Doane paid Fanny a call. With hardly a “How’d you do?” Doane said, “I have exactly forty minutes before my train leaves for Cincinnati. Here’s a melody. Can you write words for it?” The hymn became Safe in the Arms of Jesus.

Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, borne in a song to me.
Over the fields of glory, over the jasper sea.

Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast
There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.

(3) More from Fanny Crosby

If you’re looking for a good gospel song that fits the theme of New Year’s, Fanny has provided us with one. The tune used is that of the familiar Scottish Auld Lang Syne, but the words a biblical and inspiring. You can see the whole hymn on the Cyber Hymnal.

 How sweet the hour of praise and prayer,
When our devotions blend,
And on the wings of faith divine
Our songs of joy ascend!
’Tis then we hear in tones more clear
The gracious promise giv’n,
That, though we part from friends on earth,
We all shall meet in heav’n.

We all shall meet in heav’n at last,
We all shall meet in heav’n;
Through faith in Jesus’ precious blood,
We all shall meet in heav’n.

Today in 1899 – Dwight Moody Died

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Though he was not a hymn writer himself, evangelist Dwight Lymon Moody promoted the writing of hymns by others, including his music director Ira Sankey, James McGranahan, Philip Bliss, and more. He not only gave them personal encouragement and exhortations to pursue this ministry, he also increased the awareness of their music by using it in his meetings. (This also occurred through the later evangelistic campaigns of Billy Sunday and Billy Graham.)

As to its technicalities, Moody was notoriously ignorant of music. In one of his meetings, the choir was presenting a number in which the first few lines were sung by the men, in unison. “What’s wrong?” Moody whispered, “don’t the girls know the song?” But his lack of understanding of the theoretical aspect of music was more than made up for by his sensitivity to the kind of ministry great hymns and gospel songs could have.

Sankey's organ
Sankey’s organ

The song The Ninety and Nine was first presented in one of Moody’s evangelistic meetings in Scotland. His music director Ira Sankey had clipped the poem by Elizabeth Clephane from the newspaper and tucked it in his pocket, thinking he might be able to make use of it sometime.

Later that same day, Dwight Moody preached a sermon on Christ as the Good Shepherd, basing his thoughts on the parable in Lk. 15:3-7. As he finished, he turned to Sankey and asked if he could sing something appropriate to close the service. Sensing the prompting of the Lord, Ira Sankey took the clipping from his pocket, sat it on the organ (the small reed organ pictured here), and improvised a tune on the spot–the tune it has to this day! At the end of the song, many expressed a desire to trust in Christ for salvation.

But that is not the only remarkable incident connected with the song. Back in America once again, the team was invited to hold services in a little New England village church. But when it became clear that the numbers were too great for the small sanctuary, the meeting was moved outside. The steps of the church were used as a platform, and the crowd gathered around. Mr. Sankey sat at the reed organ, with his back to the church door.

At one point in the service, Moody asked his friend to sing The Ninety and Nine. He did so, with the wall of the building forming a natural sounding board for his powerful voice. Two miles away, across the Connecticut River, a man was sitting on his doorstep, enjoying the beauty of the still summer evening. But his reverie was interrupted by the words of Sankey’s penetrating gospel message, clearly heard. The Spirit of God convicted him, and he realized he himself was a lost sheep. The man subsequently put his faith in Christ, and became a faithful member of the church across the river.

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

Moody also made frequent use of Will Thompson’s hymn of invitation, Softly and Tenderly. And on his deathbed, he asked to see Thompson. Taking his visitor’s hand, Moody said, “Will, I would rather have written ‘Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling’ than anything I have been able to do in my whole life.”

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
See, on the portals He’s waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me.

Come home, come home,
You who are weary, come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!

Finally, Moody and Sankey took Fanny Crosby’s great gospel song To God Be the Glory to the British Isles and it became popular there, even though it remained virtually unknown in America.

To God be the glory, great things He has done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.

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 has done.

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