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Here’s a great hymn to start a new year, as we make our new year resolutions.

Lyrics: Palmer Hartsough
Music: James H. Fillmore

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.

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

I am resolved to go to the Savior,
Leaving my sin and strife;
He is the true One, He is the just One,
He hath the words of life.

I am resolved to follow the Savior,
Faithful and true each day;
Heed what He sayeth, do what He willeth,
He is the living Way.

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

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This hymn is based on Ps133 and was written by Rev Timothy Tow. It is to be sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne. It is quite a good piece, don’t you think?

Lyrics: Rev Timothy Tow
Music: Scotch Air

Behold how good and how pleasant
When brethren dwell in peace
What heavenly sweetness and fragrance
This Christian Unity

How gracious is the Saviour’s love
That binds our hearts in one
It flows like streams of sacred oils
Down Aaron’s beard and gown

Behold how good and how pleasant
When brethren dwell in peace
What heavenly sweetness and fragrance
This Christian Unity

How gracious is the Saviour’s love
That binds our hearts in one
It rains like Hermon’s dew above
Upon the hills of Zion

Behold how good and how pleasant
When brethren dwell in peace
What heavenly sweetness and fragrance
This Christian Unity

How gracious is the Saviour’s love
That binds our hearts in one
Tis life abundant from above
To love both foe and friend

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Blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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This hymn is based on Ps45:8 “All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.”

It was written by Henry Barraclough when he was 24 years old. Henry was a pianist whose talents were recognized by the evangelist J. Wilbur Chapman in the summer of 1915. One evening, during an evening service, Chapman spoke on Ps45. After the service, while taking a drive through the mountains, Barraclough scribbled down the words of Ivory Palaces and this hymn was performed the next day by Mrs. Alexander and Albert Brown.

It is a fitting hymn for Christmas as it reminds us how the Lord Jesus left His glory in heaven to be incarnated as a human being in this world full of woe to save us from our sins.

Lyrics and Music: Henry Barraclough

My Lord has garments so wondrous fine,
And myrrh their texture fills;
Its fragrance reached to this heart of mine
With joy my being thrills.

Refrain:
Out of the ivory palaces,
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.

His life had also its sorrows sore,
For aloes had a part;
And when I think of the cross He bore,
My eyes with teardrops start.

His garments too were in cassia dipped,
With healing in a touch;
Each time my feet in some sin have slipped,
He took me from its clutch.

In garments glorious He will come,
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heav’nly home,
To dwell forevermore.

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There is an air of confidence about this hymn. As believers, there is that blessed assurance that once the Lord redeems us, we are His forever. Once saved, always saved. Eternal life wouldn’t be called Eternal life if it could be lost. Amen!

Lyrics: Fanny J. Crosby
Music: William J. Kirkpatrick

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.

Refrain:
Redeemed, redeemed,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, redeemed,
His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

I know there’s a crown that is waiting,
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.

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Lyrics: Fanny J. Crosby
Music: John R. Sweney

When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

Refrain:
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace,
That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

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Read about John Sung at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Sung

Lyrics: John Sung, translated to English by Timothy Tow (2 and 3 by Tow)
Music: John Sung

Don’t stop praying, the Lord is nigh!
Don’t stop praying, He’ll hear your cry;
God has promised, and He is true,
Don’t stop praying, He’ll answer you.

Don’t stop praying, when you are tried.
Don’t stop praying, stand in His might!
Christ has suffered, He understands,
Don’t stop praying, He holds your hand.

Don’t stop praying, trust and obey.
Keep on praying, till light of day;
God has promised, and He is true,
Don’t stop praying, He’ll answer you.

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Lyrics: Howard B. Grose
Music: Charlotte A. Barnard

Give of your best to the Master;
Give of the strength of your youth.
Throw your soul’s fresh, glowing ardor
Into the battle for truth.
Jesus has set the example,
Dauntless was He, young and brave.
Give Him your loyal devotion;
Give Him the best that you have.

Refrain:
Give of your best to the Master;
Give of the strength of your youth.
Clad in salvation’s full armor,
Join in the battle for truth.

Give of your best to the Master;
Give Him first place in your heart.
Give Him first place in your service;
Consecrate every part.
Give, and to you will be given;
God His beloved Son gave.
Gratefully seeking to serve Him,
Give Him the best that you have.

Give of your best to the Master;
Naught else is worthy His love.
He gave Himself for your ransom,
Gave up His glory above.
Laid down His life without murmur,
You from sin’s ruin to save.
Give Him your heart’s adoration;
Give Him the best that you have.

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Lyrics: William H. Parker
Music: Frederick A. Challinor

Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here;
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.

First let me hear how the children stood round His knee,
And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me;
Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
All in the love light of Jesus’ face.

Into the city I’d follow the children’s band,
Waving a branch of the palm tree high in my hand.
One of His heralds, yes, I would sing
Loudest hosannas, “Jesus is King!”

Show me that scene in the garden, of bitter pain.
Show me the cross where my Savior for me was slain.
Sad ones or bright ones, so that they be
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.

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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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