HymnPod

Elisha Hoffman was a minister who cared for the poor and down trodden. He was also a prolific gospel hymn writer. In his lifetime, he wrote over 2,000 Gospel songs and edited about 50 song books.

Although Jesus died on the cross, where He shed His precious blood. It was not the cross that killed Him, rather it was He himself that gave up His own life for our sins, obeying the Father.

Jn 10:17-18 says:
“Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father.”

Lyrics: Elisha A. Hoffman
Music: John H. Stockton

Down at the cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!

Refrain:
Glory to His Name, glory to His Name:
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!

I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where He took me in;
Glory to His Name!

Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to His Name!

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete;
Glory to His Name!

All Glory to the Lamb of God!

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This hymn was written in 1914 by Ben H. Price. I have not been available to trace the origin or history of this hymn. It is a moving hymn that speaks of the fact that the Savior had to face dark calvary all alone, to redeem us from our sins.

Lyrics and Music: Ben H. Price

It was alone the Savior prayed
In dark Gethsemane;
Alone He drained the bitter cup
And suffered there for me.

Refrain:
Alone, alone, He bore it all alone;
He gave Himself to save His own,
He suffered, bled and died alone, alone.

It was alone the Savior stood
In Pilate’s judgment hall;
Alone the crown of thorns He wore,
Forsaken thus by all.

Alone upon the cross He hung
That others He might save;
Forsaken then by God and man,
Alone, His life He gave.

Can you reject such matchless love?
Can you His claim disown?
Come, give your all in gratitude,
Nor leave Him thus alone.

May this hymn speak to your hearts.

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This hymn speaks of Christ’s passive and active obedience, that has purchased redemption for us. The entire redemptive work of Christ is summarized in this hymn – His Suffering, Death, Burial, Resurrection and Second Coming.

Lyrics: 1 – W. G. Ovens, 2-5 – Gladys Westcott Roberts
Music: W. G. Ovens

Wounded for me, wounded for me,
There on the cross He was wounded for me;
Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,
All because Jesus was wounded for me.

Dying for me, dying for me,
There on the cross He was dying for me;
Now in His death my redemption I see,
All because Jesus was dying for me.

Risen for me, risen for me,
Up from the grave He has risen for me;
Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,
All because Jesus has risen for me.

Living for me, living for me,
Up in the skies He is living for me;
Daily He’s pleading and praying for me,
All because Jesus is living for me.

Coming for me, coming for me,
Soon in the air He is coming for me;
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,
Oh, how I praise Him! He’s coming for me.

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This hymn was inspired by a painting by Domenico Feti – Ecce Homo (Behold The Man) http://www.zinzendorf.com/feti.htm

After Count Zinzendorf saw this painting, he devoted himself to Christ, and became one of the most influential leaders in Christian history.

Later, Frances Havergal, age 17,  saw the same painting and jotted down the inscription below the painting – “I have done this for you; what have you done for me?”, and jotted down some words of a hymn that came to her mind. She worked on the hymn but grew discourgaed, and almost threw it in the fire. (It fell out of the grate). Later, her father found it, and wrote a tune for it, though the tune that Philip P. Bliss wrote is most frequently used today.

Lyrics: Frances R. Havergal
Music: Philip P. Bliss

I gave My life for thee, My precious blood I shed,
That thou might ransomed be, and raised up from the dead
I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me?
I gave, I gave My life for thee, what hast thou given for Me?

My Father’s house of light, My glory circled throne
I left for earthly night, for wanderings sad and lone;
I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me?
I left, I left it all for thee, hast thou left aught for Me?

I suffered much for thee, more than thy tongue can tell,
Of bitterest agony, to rescue thee from hell.
I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me?
I’ve borne, I’ve borne it all for thee, what hast thou borne for Me?

And I have brought to thee, down from My home above,
Salvation full and free, My pardon and My love;
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me?
I bring, I bring rich gifts to thee, what hast thou brought to Me?

Reflect on the words of this hymn as we approach the Easter period.

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Jessie was born in 1861 in Hiram, Ohio. Her father was Rev. Holland Brown. In all, Jessie wrote 9 books, 50 cantata librettos, and over 400 hymns.

This hymn could have been inspired by a popular sermon illustration circulating during those days:

The geographical heart of London is Charing Cross, which is referred to locally simply as “the Cross”. A London police officer came upon a lost child who was unable to tell him where he lived. Finally, amid sobs and tears, the child simply said, “If you will take me to the Cross, I think I can find my way home from there”.

Lyrics: Jessie Brown Pound
Music: Charles H. Gabriel

I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this;
I shall ne’er get sight of the Gates of Light,
If the way of the cross I miss.

Refrain:
The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home;
It is sweet to know, as I onward go,
The way of the cross leads home.

I must needs go on in the blood-sprinkled way,
The path that the Savior trod,
If I ever climb to the heights sublime,
Where the soul is at home with God.

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it nevermore;
For my Lord says, “Come,” and I seek my home,
Where He waits at the open door.

May we look to the death, burial and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ for the gracious gift of Salvation. Amen.

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