All posts tagged "Hymns"

Harriet Tubman’s hymnal


From the Washington Post: On a blue-covered table in a Capitol Hill hearing room, an ordinary hymnal was raised to the status of a historical object with the simple signature of its owner, Harriet Tubman Davis. The book of gospel hymns was among an extraordinary trove of Tubman artifacts given Wednesday to the National Museum of African American History and Culture… Lonnie G. Bunch, the founding director of the museum, described the November meeting in Philadelphia when Blockson, who lives there, first showed the staff the 39 objects he is donating. “Each object in this collection humbled us, excited us and moved us to tears. And then, Dr. Blockson uncovered Harriet Tubman’s personal hymnal, and I think many of us lost it,” Bunch said. Harriet Tubman, of course, was the 19-century leader in the Underground Railroad and an emancipation leader, leading hundreds of slaves to freedom. The hymnal, titled “Gospel Hymns No. 2,” was by Philip Bliss (“It Is Well With My Soul”) and Ira Sankey (“The Ninety and Nine” and D.L. Moody’s songleader) can be seen here, including Tubman’s autograph. Interesting to note the ceremony concluded with everyone singing “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.” The truth sets you free indeed…


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Fresh settings for old hymns


If you’re searching for small-group worship music that is solid yet simple, Indelible Grace is worth considering. Growing out of college ministry, these are re-workings of old (very old) hymns.  The original texts are maintained within an acoustic/Americana style that lends well to small groups or informal services. Recommended: Wake Thy Slumbering Children, which can be sampled here.  Free lead sheets available here.  If you like Derek Webb, Andrew Peterson, you’ll appreciate this.


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Top Advent Hymn


Strong imagery and great lyrical craftsmanship put this in my top five of Christmas songs. What are your top five? ———————————— In The Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim Worship night and day, A breastful of milk And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. Angels and archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air, But only His mother In her maiden bliss, Worshipped the Beloved With a kiss. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb, If I were a wise man I would do my part, Yet what I can I give Him, Give my heart.


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