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Jesus Bids us Shine is a children’s hymn with words by Susan Bogert Warner (1819-1885) and music by Edwin Othello Excell (1851-1921). It was first published in the children’s magazine The Little Corporal in 1868.

This children’s hymn is a favourite of Pastor Patrick Tan from Ebenezer BP Church, Melbourne, Australia. I would like to dedict this rendition of this hymn to him. God Bless.

Lyrics: Susan Warner
Music: Edwin O Excell

Jesus bids us shine with a clear, pure light,
Like a little candle burning in the night;
In this world of darkness, we must shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

Jesus bids us shine, first of all for Him;
Well He sees and knows it if our light is dim;
He looks down from heaven, sees us shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

Jesus bids us shine, then, for all around,
Many kinds of darkness in this world abound:
Sin, and want, and sorrow-we must shine,
You in your small corner, and I in mine.

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Elvina Hall (1822-1899) wrote the words to “Jesus Paid It All.” It was initially played as an organ tune. The story is that she was sitting in church one Sunday, listening to the sermon, when her mind drifted from what the preacher was talking about. He had been talking about all the Jesus had done for us, and her mind drifted to “all” that Jesus had done for her. Elvina first married a man from Virginia, but was widowed. Afterward, she married a Methodist minister, Thomas Meyer, and moved to Baltimore, Maryland. She was a member of the Monument Street Methodist church for forty years. It was during her time at this church that she wrote the words to the organ hymn “Jesus Paid It All.”

We cannot save ourselves by our good works. We need the grace that comes from our Lord Jesus Christ, who paid the penalty for our sins on the cross with His own precious blood. Amen.

Lyrics: Elvina M Hall
Music: John T Grape

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Refrain:
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat.

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This hymn has a good solid melody. I read somewhere that it was a favourite amongst the American presidents. This hymn was sung at the fun­er­als of Amer­i­can pres­i­dents The­o­dore Roo­se­velt and Wood­row Wil­son.

The surest foundation we have is the Lord Jesus and His Word. Amen.

Lyrics: “K” in Rippon’s Selection of Hymns
Music: American Melody

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said-
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

“Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not harm thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

“The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,
I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.”

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The author of this hymn writes on how this hymn came about as follows:

There was a wo­man to whom God had per­mit­ted ma­ny vi­sit­a­tions of sor­row and af­flict­ion. Com­ing to her home one day, I found her much dis­cour­aged. She un­bur­dened her heart, con­cluding with the quest­ion, “Bro­ther Hoff­man, what shall I do?” I quot­ed from the word, then add­ed, “You can­not do bet­ter than to take all of your sor­rows to Je­sus. You must tell Jesus.”

For a mo­ment she seemed lost in med­i­ta­tion. Then her eyes light­ed as she ex­claimed, “Yes, I must tell Je­sus.” As I left her home I had a vi­sion of that joy-il­lum­in­at­ed face…and I heard all along my path­way the echo, “I must tell Je­sus. I must tell Je­sus.”

Hoffman wrote these words after reach­ing home.

This great hymn reminds us of the need to rely on our wonderful Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, in each and every situation and trial in life. May the Lord help us. Amen.

Lyrics and Music: Elisha A Hoffman

I must tell Jesus all of my trials,
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
In my distress He kindly will help me,
He ever loves and cares for His own.

Refrain:
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles,
He is a kind, compassionate Friend;
If I but ask Him He will deliver,
Make of my troubles quickly an end.

Tempted and tried I need a great Savior,
One who can help my burdens to bear;
I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus:
He all my cares and sorrows will share.

O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
Over the world the vict’ry to win.

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This hymn was written by Joseph Gilmore who has the following account of how this hymn was written.

As a young man who re­cent­ly had been grad­u­at­ed from Brown Un­i­ver­si­ty and New­ton The­o­lo­gic­al In­sti­tu­tion, I was sup­ply­ing for a cou­ple of Sun­days the pul­pit of the First Bap­tist Church in Phil­a­del­phia [Penn­syl­van­ia]. At the mid-week ser­vice, on the 26th of March, 1862, I set out to give the peo­ple an ex­po­si­tion of the Twen­ty-third Psalm, which I had giv­en be­fore on three or four oc­ca­sions, but this time I did not get fur­ther than the words “He Lead­eth Me.” Those words took hold of me as they had ne­ver done be­fore, and I saw them in a sig­ni­fi­cance and won­drous beau­ty of which I had ne­ver dreamed.

It was the dark­est hour of the Ci­vil War. I did not re­fer to that fact-that is, I don’t think I did-but it may sub­con­sciou­sly have led me to real­ize that God’s lead­er­ship is the one sig­nif­i­cant fact in hu­man ex­per­i­ence, that it makes no dif­fer­ence how we are led, or whi­ther we are led, so long as we are sure God is lead­ing us.

At the close of the meet­ing a few of us in the par­lor of my host, good Dea­con Watt­son, kept on talk­ing about the thought which I had em­pha­sized; and then and there, on a blank page of the brief from which I had in­tend­ed to speak, I pen­ciled the hymn, talk­ing and writ­ing at the same time, then hand­ed it to my wife and thought no more about it. She sent it to The Watch­man and Re­flect­or, a pa­per pub­lished in Bos­ton, where it was first print­ed. I did not know un­til 1865 that my hymn had been set to mu­sic by Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry. I went to Ro­ches­ter [New York] to preach as a can­di­date be­fore the Se­cond Bap­tist Church. Go­ing in­to their cha­pel on ar­riv­al in the ci­ty, I picked up a hymn­al to see what they were sing­ing, and opened it at my own hymn, “He Lead­eth Me.”

He Leadeth Me is one of my personal favourites. A verse that comes to mine is Pr3:5-6 which says “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” May God lead us through the highways and byways of life till we reach the heavenly gates. Amen.

Lyrics: Joseph H Gilmore
Music: William B Bradbury

He leadeth me! O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I  be
Still tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom
By waters still, o’er troubled sea
Still tis God’s hand that leadeth me!

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine
Nor ever murmur nor repine
Content, whatever lot I see
Since tis my God that leadeth me!

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee
Since God thru Jordan leadeth me.

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Words and Lyrics: Luke Sim (http://luke-livingforjesus.blogspot.com)

Jesus redeemer of the universe
Was sent from heaven, to live a humble life on this earth
His only mission, was that of plain submission
fulfilling everything his father had willed

Born of a virgin, within a stable
Without much comfort or place to lay his head
Our loving Saviour gave his life to free us from sin
and cleanse us, with his blood, from within

Children of God, we have been chosen
By the redemption, of Jesus, in his name we believe
And by confession and coming in repentance
God showed us grace and made us whole again

New life he’s given, to us, his children
A life that’s full of joy and love and praise
No more of sadness, hatred and of endless complains
In Jesus, we’re no longer the same.

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Music and Lyrics: Luke Sim

This is an original composition by Luke Sim. http://luke-livingforjesus.blogspot.com

For heaven to earth
You came and sought us
Out of the millions on the earth
Before creation, you had chosen us
To be saints in heaven and on the earth.
Do we deserve such grace and mercy
For all our sins you did atone
When at Mount Calvary you bore all our sins
With your blood, you washed us white as snow.

You loved us all so deeply that you life you did not spare
The pain and shame upon the cross, you willingly did bear
No greater love than this we can receive from any other man
Lord Jesus, our redeemer and our friend.

Hear us our prayer
Our heavenly father
Lead us from sin and worldly cares
Turn now our eyes, Lord, unto Jesus
Let our minds be filled with songs of praise
And let our lips sing forth your praises
From whom all heavenly blessings flow
Let us forever, remember
The great things that you have done for us.

You loved us all so deeply that your Son you did not spare
The pain and shame upon the cross, He willingly did bear
No greater love than this we can receive from any other man
Lord Jesus, our redeemer and our friend,
Who perfects God’s salvation plan.

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Lyrics: Frank E Graeff
Music: J Lincoln Hall

Frank Graeff went through some ve­ry dif­fi­cult tri­als. The per­i­od be­fore writ­ing this song was one of great de­spond­en­cy, doubt and phys­ic­al pain. When he turned to God’s Word, 1 Peter 5:7 gave won­der­ful com­fort: “He cares for you.” Af­ter med­i­ta­ting on that truth, Graeff wrote these lyri­cs, with the re­sound­ing af­firm­a­tion in the cho­rus, “O yes, He cares…”

This hymn is a great comfort to those who are going through trials in life. Take heart that we have a loving, compassionate saviour who cares every bit for us – The Lord Jesus Christ.

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained Too deeply for mirth and song
As the burdens press, and the cares distress, And the way grows weary and long?

Refrain:
O yes, He cares I know He cares! His heart is touched with my grief
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary, I know my Saviour cares

Does Jesus care when my way is dark With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades, Does He care enough to be near?

Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed To resist some temptation strong
When for my deep grief I find no relief Tho my tears flow all the night long?

Does Jesus care when I’ve said goodbye To the dearest on earth to me
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks Is it aught to Him? does He see?

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This is a good hymn that reflects the feelings of the prodigal son in Lk15. I found a sermon outline of this parable at http://executableoutlines.com/pa/pa_28.htm

Kirkpatrick wrote this song at a camp meeting in Rawlinsville,Pennsylvania, with a very specific purpose: to win the soul of his soloist, a nonbeliever. After Kirkpatrick prayed for the young man, these words came to him. He wrote them down quickly, and after the soloist sang them that night, he became a Christian!

Lyrics and Music: William J Kirkpatrick

I’ve wandered far away from God, Now I’m coming home
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod, Lord, I’m coming home

Refrain:
Coming home, coming home, Nevermore to roam,
Open now Thine arms of love, Lord, I’m coming home

I’ve wasted many precious years, Now I’m coming home
I now repent with bitter tears, Lord, I’m coming home

I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord, Now I’m coming home
I’ll trust Thy love believe Thy word, Lord, I’m coming home

My soul is sick, my heart is sore, Now I’m coming home
My strength renew, my hope restore, Lord I’m coming home

My only hope, my only plea, Now I’m coming home;
That Jesus died, and died for me. Lord, I’m coming home.

I need His cleansing blood, I know, Now I’m coming home;
O wash me whiter than the snow, Lord, I’m coming home.

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Lyrics: Fanny J Crosby
Music: Silas J Vail

This is a slow and meditative hymn that reminds us to stay close to God.

Fanny Crosby recounts how this hymn was written: “To­ward the close of a day in the year 1874 I was sit­ting in my room think­ing of the near­ness of God through Christ as the con­stant com­pan­ion of my pil­grim jour­ney, when my heart burst out with the words.”

Thou my everlasting portion, More than friend or life to me
All along life’s pilgrim journey, Saviour let me walk with Thee

Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee
All along life’s pilgrim journey, Saviour let me walk with Thee

Not for ease or worldly pleasure, Nor for fame my prayer shall be
Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with Thee

Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee
Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with Thee

Lead me thru the vale of shadows, Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea
Then the gate of life eternal, May I enter, Lord, with Thee

Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee, Close to Thee
Then the gate of life eternal, May I enter, Lord, with Thee

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