Sunday, October 9, 2011


I grew up on hymns. Lots and lots of them. I remember not using a hymnal I knew them so well before the age of ten..they are Ingraved in my memory and come back to me om time to time either a line or verse or melody. We still sing them on occasion at our church and they are mor precious now. At times as a child they were minotonus, something I could do in my sleep that meant close to nothing to me. They were just familiar songs that half the time I didn't even know what all the words college remember the worship music beings exciting and thinking this is more like what i think the musician heaven will be like because the people singing it seemed so excited and genuine. There was this one lady though,when we went to a first baptist for a little while, that sang in the choir (donned in her rbe of course) that would just cry sometimes even weep as she sang..i knew she loved her Savior, I think often of Mary who thought so little of the opinion of others and was so passionate about her love for sweet Jesus that she worshiped extravagantly at his feet not worrying of others thoughts or comments. My heart longs to be more like that.
Today the words of this hymn have been playing through my head:~ Chorus by Ralph E. Hudson, 1843-1901

Stanza 1:

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

Chorus :

At the cross, at the cross,

Where I first saw the light,

And the burden of my heart rolled away -

It was there by faith I received my sight,

And now I am happy all the day.

Stanza 2:

Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!


Stanza 3:

Well might the sun in darkenss hide

And shut its glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man the creature's sin.


Stanza 4:

Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears;

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.


Stanza 5:

But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe:

Here, Lord, I give myself away -

'Tis all that I can do!
I love that last line. Moms doesn't that encourage you?