The Mighty Power

I Sing the Mighty Power of God

Isaac Watts

I sing the mighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food:
Who formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
Where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

There’s not a plant or flower below,
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne;
Creatures—as numerous as they be—
Are subject to Thy care;
There’s not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

In Heaven He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath:
’Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And ’tis His air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is forever nigh?


Stretched From Sky to Sky

I know it must seem like I say this a lot, but this really IS one of my all-time favorite hymns and I had to sing it to myself before posting it.

The Love of God

Frederick M. Lehman

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.


O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.


Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.


Face to Face

Over the last few months, so many dear souls I have known, loved, and admired have left us in order to meet their Savior face to face.

Face to Face With Christ My Savior

Carrie E. Breck

Face to face with Christ, my Savior,
Face to face—what will it be,
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ who died for me?


Face to face I shall behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory,
I shall see Him by and by!

Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkened veil between,
But a blessèd day is coming,
When His glory shall be seen.


What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened,
And the dark things shall be plain.


Face to face—oh, blissful moment!
Face to face—to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ who loves me so.



O, For a Thousand Tongues

This was one of my mother’s favorite hymns, and we sang it at the service yesterday—but not all the original verses!

O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing

by Charles Wesley

O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ your Head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever, ever given,
By saints below and saints above,
The church in earth and heaven.

On this glad day the glorious Sun
Of Righteousness arose;
On my benighted soul He shone
And filled it with repose.

Sudden expired the legal strife,
’Twas then I ceased to grieve;
My second, real, living life
I then began to live.

Then with my heart I first believed,
Believed with faith divine,
Power with the Holy Ghost received
To call the Savior mine.

I felt my Lord’s atoning blood
Close to my soul applied;
Me, me He loved, the Son of God,
For me, for me He died!

I found and owned His promise true,
Ascertained of my part,
My pardon passed in heaven I knew
When written on my heart.

With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

From deadly pestilence . . .

Our national hymn . . .

God of Our Fathers

Daniel C. Roberts

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast,
Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide and stay,
Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

The Raging Tempest

Normally around the time of my birthday, I post a hymn that is a personal favorite of mine. Not that I dislike this hymn, but my memories of it stem from a very difficult time in my life, so I don’t often think of singing it. Also, this is one of those hymns that really doesn’t sound as it should unless you have at least several hundred voices singing it! (And then it sounds fantastic!)

Today it came to mind because this whole year so far feels like a raging tempest to me. I’ve included a link in case you’re not familiar with it.

Master, the Tempest is Raging

Mary A. Baker

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep?
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?


The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled
Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep o’er my sinking soul;
And I perish! I perish! dear Master
Oh, hasten, and take control.


Master, the terror is over,
The elements sweetly rest;
Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven’s within my breast;
Linger, O blessèd Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,
And rest on the blissful shore.


Deep Deep Love

There was a time in my life when I clung to this hymn as to a lifeline, and sung it by myself with tears in my eyes. I needed so badly for it to be true—and it was. This hymn was sung at our wedding (in fact it was the processional). I still love it.

O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus

by Samuel T. Francis

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!
How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best!
’Tis an ocean full of blessing, ’tis a haven giving rest!
O the deep, deep love of Jesus, ’tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!

His Sheep

I used to love it when my girls would sing this together with Lina playing the piano.

His Sheep Am I

Orien G. Johnson

In God’s green pastures feeding,
By His cool waters lie;
Soft, in the evening walk my Lord and I.
All the sheep of His pastures
Fare so wondrously fine;
His sheep am I.

Waters cool (in the valley)
Pastures green (on the mountain)
In the evening (in the evening)
Walk my Lord and I.
Dark the night (in the valley)
Rough the way (on the mountain)
Step by step (step by step)
My Lord and I.

Yes, the Lord is my Shepherd
And no want shall I know;
He’ll guide and comfort me where e’re I go.
On the mount, in the valley
By His hand He will lead;
His sheep am I.

Through the streets of the city
In the darkness of night,
Far from the hold He heard my lonely cry.
Now I sit at His table
In the palace of light:
His sheep am I.

Lord, We Would Ne’er Forget Thy Love

Lord, We Would Ne’er Forget Thy Love

James George Deck

Lord, we would ne’er forget Thy love,
Who hast redeemed us by Thy blood;
And now, as our High Priest above,
Dost intercede for us with God.

Lord, we would not forget the pain,
The blood-like sweat,
the shameful tree,
The wrath Thy soul did once sustain,
From sin and death to set us free.

We would remember we are one
With every saint that loves Thy Name;
United to Thee on the throne,
Our life, our hope, our Lord the same.

Here, in the broken bread and wine,
We hear Thee say, “Remember Me!
I gave My life to ransom thine,
I bore the wrath to set thee free.”

Lord, we are Thine,
we praise Thy love,
One with Thy saints, all one in Thee;
We would, until we meet above,
In all our ways remember Thee.

Great Faithfulness

Today would have been my mother’s eighty-eighth birthday. I think this hymn is very appropriate when contemplating her life.

Great Is Thy Faithfulness

Thomas O. Chisholm

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.


Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.


Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!