My Favorite Hymn

This Sunday, I thought I would share my favorite hymn with you.  It was also my father’s favorite but I did not find that out until after he passed.   It also was the hymn played when my bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

Even as a child I found joy in this hymn.  I believe because it is so powerful, passionate and sung with a lot of gusto.  I have always enjoyed music with guts over sing-songy, wishy-washy, winey songs such as “Michelle”, “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” and “How Can You Mend A Broken Heart.”


Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning, our song shall rise to thee;

Holy, Holy, Holy, Merciful and mighty!

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, Holy, Holy!  All the saints adore thee!

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,

Who wert and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, Holy, Holy!  All the saints adore thee,

Through the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,

Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,

Perfect in power, in love and purity.

Holy, Holy, Holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea;

Holy, Holy, Holy!  Merciful and mighty!

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

From “A Sacrifice of Praise, Second Edition, An Anthology of Christian Poetry in English from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century, Edited by James H. Trott, Forward by Larry Woiwode

An Army Of Kids

Bible School brings back fond memories.  Our church would have a sizeable crowd and Mom used to help out.  This is one of the songs we would sing before going to separate classrooms.

Now you could not expect a crowd of kids to just stand and sing this song.  So we marched in place.  We really got into it and it sounded like an army marching forward.

So get your marching boots on…ready…let’s march!


Onward Christian Soliders

        Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

                    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

                    Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;

                    forward into battle see his banners go!


                    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

                    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

                    At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;

                    on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!

                    Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;

                    brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.


                    Like a mighty army moves the church of God;

                    brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.

                    We are not divided, all one body we,

                    one in hope and doctrine, one in charity.


                    Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,

                    but the church of Jesus constant will remain.

                    Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;

                    we have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.


                    Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,

                    blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.

                    Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,

                    this through countless ages men and angels sing.



Text: Sabine Baring-Gould, 1834-1924
Music: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1842-1900

Nails On The Chalkboard

This song has special meaning for my sister and me.   We attended church with our maternal grandparents.  Every Sunday we would check out the bulletin to see what we were singing.  If this song was on the list, we would sit with our maternal Grandparents instead of Mom, Dad and the paternal Grandparents.

Grandma’s Friends

Behind Grandma and Grandpa a group of women friends from Grandma’s Sunday School class.  Now none of these wonderful women could sing and at no time was this more true than when we sang this song.  There must have been 8-12 ladies in the rows behind Grandma and Grandpa. When they all sang this song, they sang it very off-key and during the high notes, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.  They sang so badly that my sister and I would snicker which caused  grandma to give us the evil eye.  It was not nice for us to snicker as they were singing the song with all their heart and that is all that mattered.

I am sure that is all that mattered to God and He was up there in heaven smiling at how passionate they were about the song and it’s message, while He had his earplugs in ;-)

Sweet Hour Of Prayer

  1. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    That calls me from a world of care,
    And bids me at my Father’s throne
    Make all my wants and wishes known.
    In seasons of distress and grief,
    My soul has often found relief,
    And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
    By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
  1. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
    Of those whose anxious spirits burn
    With strong desires for thy return!
    With such I hasten to the place
    Where God my Savior shows His face,
    And gladly take my station there,
    And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
  1. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    Thy wings shall my petition bear
    To Him whose truth and faithfulness
    Engage the waiting soul to bless.
    And since He bids me seek His face,
    Believe His Word and trust His grace,
    I’ll cast on Him my every care,
    And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
  1. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    May I thy consolation share,
    Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
    I view my home and take my flight.
    This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
    To seize the everlasting prize,
    And shout, while passing through the air,
    “Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

Willliam B. Bradbury


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