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Favorites: I Am Resolved

08:40, Thursday, November 13, 2008 .. Posted in Hymns I Love .. 0 comments .. Link

I'm cleaning out my old blog and posting some favorite posts here.  This one was originally written in February of 2007.  I hope you enjoy!

Something my family  (except for husband and children :-) may not know about me is that I love hymns.  I collect hymnals, picking them up wherever I happen to find them:  garage sales, thrift shops or used book stores.  I have seven so far.  They all have a story. 

I got my first one from the church we were attending at the time, when they were updating to newer hymnals.  Our oldest son, an Angelman baby who was probably 6 or 7 at the time, got it off the shelf one day, and decided to "read it" - meaning he tore out some of the pages and chewed on the book.  I still have it and those torn pages are tucked into the back, a remembrance of days past every time I open it.

A few hymnals I inherited from my Grandma when her things were finally all cleaned out before moving to the full-time assisted living.  Among those were hymnals from 1945, 1940 and even one from 1934.  (Can you tell that I like old books?)

The oldest one I have so far is a much loved and used copy that I found at the bottom of a box at a yard sale.  It is very worn and the end pages have been thumbed through so much that the paper feels almost like velvet.  The original cloth cover is barely hanging on by the three large staples that hold the book together, and the title page has fallen out.  I am thankful, though, that the previous owner thought to save it and I found it neatly tucked in the center of the hymnal.  The date on it is from 1918 and its' original purchase price wa 40 cents!

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Why do I love hymns?  Because music is a powerful medium, able to reach straight to our souls with no need for words.  Sadly, so much music today, especially that which is labeled as "Christian," is simply the music of the world repackaged;  music that weighs us down and creates disharmony within ourselves, distracts us from higher things, without us even being aware of it.  We may be singing words that speak of the LORD and our Savior, Jesus, but the music is speaking a different message to our bodies, and it is the music which leaves the more lasting impression.

Hymns are music, for the most part, where the words and the tune are in perfect harmony, uplifting the mind and the soul.  The children and I sing hymns at various times during the day - as a way to quiet things down, to focus on what is true and pure and right, and just as a way to praise our LORD while our hands are busy with chores.

A wonderful resource that I use when we are trying to learn a new hymn is CyberHymnal which lists hymns by Title or by the People who wrote them and plays a Midi of the hymns' tune.

The hymn that I started singing this morning as I was making our treats to take to Park Day was:

I Am Resolved  (by Palmer Hartsough and J. H. Fillmore, c. 1924)

I am resolved no longer to linger, charmed by the world's delight; Things that are higher, things that are nobler, these have allured my sight.

I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free, Jesus, greatest highest, I will come to Thee. 

I am resolved to go to the Saviour, leaving my sin and strife; He is the true one, He is the just one, He hath the words of life.

I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free, Jesus, greatest highest, I will come to Thee. 

I am resolved to follow the Saviour, faithful and true each day;  Heed what he sayeth, do what He willeth, He is the living way.

I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free, Jesus, greatest highest, I will come to Thee. 

I am resolved to enter the kingdom, leaving the the paths of sin;  Friends may oppose me, foes may beset me, still will I enter in.

I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free, Jesus, greatest highest, I will come to Thee. 

I am resolved, and who will go with me?  Come, friends, without delay,  Taught by the Bible, led by theSpirit, we'll walk the heavenly way.

I will hasten to Him, hasten so glad and free, Jesus, greatest highest, I will come to Thee. 



Whispering Hope

06:44, Monday, August 4, 2008 .. Posted in Hymns I Love .. 1 comments .. Link

Most every night when I go to bed, I grab a small hymnal that belonged to my Grandmother.  Once I’m settled and snuggled in, I open in it up and see what new treasures I can find or what old friends await me.  It is a wonderful way to direct my thoughts before reading my Bible and then going to sleep. Last night I found this hymn, which I have never seen or noticed before.  It ministered to my heart immediately. 

Let me share a bit about its’ author.  Septimus Winner, born May 11, 1827 in Philadelphia, and died Nov. 22, 1902, was a well known po­et, com­pos­er and vi­o­lin­ist. A self taught mu­si­cian, he al­so ran a mu­sic store, gave les­sons on var­i­ous in­stru­ments, and played in the Phil­a­del­phia Brass Band and Ce­ci­lian Mu­sic­al So­ci­ety. He wrote or ed­it­ed over 200 vol­umes of music, for more than 20 in­stru­ments, and pro­duced 2,000 ar­range­ments for vi­o­lin and pi­a­no. He wrote the song List­en to the Mock­ing Bird, but sold the rights to it for the grand sum of five dol­lars; in the next few years, it sold 20,000,000 co­pies. He wrote songs, both Christian and Popular, under such pseudonyms as: Alice Hawthorne, Percy Guyer, Mark Mason, and Paul Stenton.   In 1868, he wrote Whispering Hope.   You are familiar with another of his songs, I’m sure.  He also wrote “Where, O Where Has My Little Dog Gone?”

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Whispering Hope

Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

If, in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

Hope, as an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul,
Whither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then, O come, glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart;
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

“Hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast.” Hebrews 6:19

Information about Mr. Winner and this hymn were found on Cyberhymnal.org.



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