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Here’s a hymn about Christ’s second coming and a great sermon by John Piper to go along with it. Amen.

Lyrics and Music: F. E. Belden

The coming King is at the door.
Who once for cross for sinners bore,
But now the righteous ones alone,
He comes to gather home.

Refrain:
At the door, at the door,
At the door, yes even at the door,
He is coming, He is coming,
He is even at the door

The signs that show His coming near,
Are fast fulfilling year by year,
And soon we’ll hail the glorious dawn,
Of heav’n’s eternal morn.

Look not on earth for strife to cease,
Look not below for joy and peace,
Until the Saviour comes again
To banish death and sin.

Then in the glorious earth made new
We’ll dwell the countless ages through;
This mortal shall immortal be,
And time, eternity.

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Blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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Lyrics: Unknown
Music: Wil­liam J. Kirk­pat­rick

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.

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Here’s something a little different. I’ve changed the timbre from Piano to Music Box. Changes the whole feel of this song, don’t you think?

Lyrics: Unknown, v3 – John Thomas McFarland
Music: James R. Murray

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep in the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes.
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky.
And stay by the cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray!
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And fit us for heaven, to Live with Thee there.

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This is an original hymn which is based on Psalm 57:1-2. May God be merciful unto us and help us through this terrible Covid-19 crisis. Amen.

Lyrics: Psalm 57:1-2 (Versified by J. Chng)
Music: J. Chng

I will make the shadow of Thy wings, My refuge safe and sure;
Till these calamities pass, Until these calamities pass.

Be merciful unto me, O God, Be merciful unto me;
For my soul trusteth in Thee, O God, My soul trusteth in Thee.

I will cry unto the God most high, My great, Almighty God;
Who performeth all things for me, God performeth all things for me.

Be merciful unto me, O God, Be merciful unto me;
For my soul trusteth in Thee, O God, My soul trusteth in Thee.

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This hymn was composed in the 8th century by an unknown poet. In 1905, Mary Elizabeth Bryne, a scholar in Dublin, Ireland, translated this ancient Irish poem into English. Later, another scholar, Eleanor Hull of Manchester, English, took Bryne’s translation and created verses with rhyme and meter. It was then set to this traditional Irish folk song “Slane”.

Lyrics: Irish hymn, c. 8th century
Music: Irish melody – Slane

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

This is an old but meaningful hymn.

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This is the first hymn that Isacc Watts wrote. It is based on Rev 5:6-12. He wrote it when he was about 15 years old.

Lyrics: Isaac Watts
Tune Name: CREDITON

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst His Father’s throne.
Prepare new honors for His Name,
And songs before unknown.

Let elders worship at His feet,
The Church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise;
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

Eternal Father, who shall look
Into Thy secret will?
Who but the Son should take that Book
And open every seal?

He shall fulfill Thy great decrees,
The Son deserves it well;
Lo, in His hand the sovereign keys
Of Heav’n, and death, and hell!

Now to the Lamb that once was slain
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy remain
Forever on Thy head.

Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoner free;
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with Thee.

The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath Thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promised hour.

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Lyrics: Elizabeth C. Clephane
Music: ST CHRISTOPHER

Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day.

O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where Heaven’s love and Heaven’s justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch that wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Savior’s cross to me, a ladder up to heaven.

There lies beneath its shadow but on the further side
The darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and wide
And there between us stands the cross two arms outstretched to save
A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave.

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
And from my stricken heart with tears two wonders I confess;
The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.

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This hymn was composed in 1873. Phoebe Knapp was a close friend of Fanny Crosby. Phoebe lived in a luxurious mansion, whilst Fanny lived in the Manhattan slums and worked in rescue missions. Fanny was a frequent visitor to Phoebe.

One day in 1873, Phoebe played a tune on the piano whilst Fanny listened. In Fanny’s own words, “My friend, Mrs. Joseph F. Knapp, composed a melody and played it over to me two or three times on the piano. She then asked what it said. I replied, ‘Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!'”.

Notice the many references to sight in this hymn, even though Fanny was blind. Fanny may have been physically blind, but she had spiritual eyes that were constantly fixed on the Saviour. Amen!

Lyrics: Fanny J. Crosby
Music: Phoebe P. Knapp

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

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.

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.

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Here’s a piano and flute version using a regular concert flute. I believe it takes years of practice to be able to play the flute well.

Piano only version:

http://www.hymnpod.com/2009/03/10/blessed-assurance/

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