Evening Hymns

November 2, 2008

The hymn my wife are learning this week is a Thanksgiving hymn. Even though we have already celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving we still have American Thanksgiving to celebrate later this month. The words are by  Henry Alford and the music is called St. George’s Windsor by George J. Elvey. These are wonderful words of thankfulness expressed to the sovereign God of the universe!

Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.

Evening Hymns

October 23, 2008

My wife and I, as part of our nightly devotions, are taking each  week to sing and learn a new hymn. This is our first week of doing this. We want to learn more hymns and when we have children to learn them too along with us. The hymn we started with is one that was sung at our wedding. It is a paraphrase of Psalm 23 by Isaac Watts called My Shepherd will Supply my Need. Perhaps you would learn it too as part of your devotions? Hymns teach us so much rich theology and are excellent tools especially for teaching children.

My shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand’ring spirit back
When I forsake his ways;
And leads me, for his mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread,
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.