Your favourite hymn?

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Joined in 2008
March 13, 2008, 15:17

OOOOH!!! yeah! I like that one too!!!

I love coming back to this post, because every time I read through it there is another great hymn mentioned. I dont know if any of you have heard of the artist Carmen. Im sure you have, but he has a gospel CD that is AMAZING!!! Very annointed music, and played in a pretty traditional way but at the same time not sounding like your at a funeral. LOL!

AWWW! I love looking at all these hymns. They make me miss my piano! I wanna sit down and start up a song service now!!! LOL.

Praise God! See! This is truly uplifiting, and its really by no ones doing, its just a thread that is filled with the praises God. That is what makes it so beautiful….**TEAR**

Joined in 2007
March 17, 2008, 13:27

My Song is Love Unknown.

Partly just because it’s an example of a serious composer shaping a tune around the pre-existing words, rather than some hack shoving a pre-existing tune into service. Sorry, but I’m a music snob.

That’s my official favourite hymn. If we start moving beyond what I think of as a ‘hymn’ to more modern songs, it would become way harder to choose.

Joined in 2007
March 20, 2008, 15:33

This Hymn has been my constant prayer and anthem through all the struggles of my life.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;

But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,

Familiar, condescending, patient, free.

Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,

But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—

Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;

And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,

Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,

On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?

Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.

Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Joined in 2006
April 16, 2008, 19:32

Shout to the Lord made American Idol and is the top 8 song or such. Love that song, always gives me shivers, so annointed.

Joined in 2008
April 17, 2008, 05:52

Are you serious?!?!? That is awsome!!! Omg. Im gonna have to watch the video when I get back to the hotel. Dang work internet!! 😆

Joined in 2008
May 1, 2008, 12:28

It Is Well With My Soul…..that hymn is phenomenal. Also I do like How Great thou Art.

Joined in 2008
May 2, 2008, 01:03

*prepares to be excommunicated*

I happen to actually like a few of Hillsongs releases… Mighty to Save, Consuming Fire, Saviour King…

I’m still alive?? phew!

There are also a few decent Sydney Anglican 90’s one hit wonders that aren’t too bad

Consider Christ

Consider Christ the source of our salvation

that he should take the penalty for me

Though he was pure a lamb without a blemish

he took my sins and nailed them to a tree


My Lord and God You are so rich in mercy

Mere words alone, are not sufficient thanks

So take my life, transform renew and change me

That I might be… A living Sacrifice

Consider Christ that he should trust his father

In the garden of gethsemane

Though full of dread and fearful of the anguish

He drank the cup that was reserved for me


Consider Christ for death he has defeated

and he arose appeared for all to see

and now he sits at God’s right hand in heaven

Where he prepares a resting place for me


My all time favourite oldy though…. Last time I heard it was at a men convention, with 3000 men singing in baratone accompanied by bagpipes 😛 — Lets just say in that moment I felt more manly that I had felt for many months…

1. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down,

Thy head upon My breast.”

I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary and worn and sad;

I found in Him a resting-place,

And He has made me glad.

2. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“Behold, I freely give

The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down and drink and live.”

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream.

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

And now I live in Him.

3. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“I am this dark world’s Light.

Look unto Me; thy morn shall rise

And all thy day be bright.”

I looked to Jesus, and I found

In Him my Star, my Sun;

And in that Light of Life I’ll walk

Till traveling days are done.

Joined in 2006
May 2, 2008, 07:00

It mustve been quite a moment with great words like that all singing together and accompanied by bag pipes, they have a way of piercing right into your soul.

Joined in 2008
May 2, 2008, 10:48

that my favorites of all time are:

#1 amaizing grace

#2 his truth goes marching on

#3 when the saints go marching

and i can’t help but love Sou Gan… it’s a welsh lullaby…

Joined in 2006
May 24, 2008, 20:53

This isnt a hymn but its beautiful:


Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m.,

The building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait

A minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their

Only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always

Went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail,

Elderly voice I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before

Me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on

It, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one

Had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the

Counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and


“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to

The cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing”, I told her. “I just

Try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated”.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy”, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me

An address, and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown”?

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice”.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have

Any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

“What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the

Building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when

They were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse

That had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner

And would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m

Tired. Let’s go now”.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.It was a low building,

Like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were

Solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been

Expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was

Already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said .

“You have to make a living,” she answered. “There are other passengers,” I

Responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto

Me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said.

“Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me,

A door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in

Thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman

Had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in

My life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others

May consider a small one.



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