I long ago left Egypt for the promised land,
I trusted in my Savior, and to His guiding hand;
He led me out to vict’ry through the great Red Sea,
I sang a song of triumph, and shouted, I am free!
Refrain:
You need not look for me, down in Egypt’s sand,
For I have pitched my tent far up in Beulah land;
You need not look for me, down in Egypt’s sand,
For I have pitched my tent far up in Beulah land.
I followed close beside Him, and the land soon found,
I did not halt or tremble, for Canaan I was bound;
My Guide I fully trusted, and He led me in,
I shouted, Hallelujah! my heart is free from sin!
Refrain
I started for the highlands where the fruits abound,
I pitched my tent near Hebron, there grapes of Eschol found,
With milk and honey flowing, and new wine so free;
I have no love for Egypt, it has no charms for me.
Refrain
My heart is so enraptured as I press along,
Each day I find new blessings which fill my heart with song;
I’m ever marching onward to that land on high,
Some day I’ll reach my mansion that’s builded in the sky.
Refrain
This Revival song was written by Margaret Jenkins (1865-1919). She was a member of the Iowa Holiness Association. She and her husband, John Harris, were active in holiness revivals and camp meetings throughout the mid-west of the USA.
Showing posts with label Promised land - Hymns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Promised land - Hymns. Show all posts
Thursday, 3 January 2008
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Because He Lives
God sent His son, they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives.
But greater still the calm assurance,
This child can face uncertain days because He lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.
And then one day I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain.
And then as death gives way to victory,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone!
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives!
This great song was written by Bill and Gloria Gaither in 1971. This couple from the southern states of the USA have been writing gospel choruses for over 40 years. This is their best known.
He came to love, heal, and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives.
But greater still the calm assurance,
This child can face uncertain days because He lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.
And then one day I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain.
And then as death gives way to victory,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.
Because He lives, All fear is gone!
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living just because He lives!
This great song was written by Bill and Gloria Gaither in 1971. This couple from the southern states of the USA have been writing gospel choruses for over 40 years. This is their best known.
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Jerusalem, my happy home!
Jerusalem, my happy home!
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
O Christ do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love;
That I may see Thee and adore,
With all Thy saints above.
This hymn by Joseph Bromhead and was published in 'Psalms and Hymns for Public or Private Devotion' ( Brittania Press, Sheffield, 1795). Bromhead is thought to have been a Catholic priest who reportedly based the hymn on the writings of St. Augustine.
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Savior stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
O Christ do Thou my soul prepare
For that bright home of love;
That I may see Thee and adore,
With all Thy saints above.
This hymn by Joseph Bromhead and was published in 'Psalms and Hymns for Public or Private Devotion' ( Brittania Press, Sheffield, 1795). Bromhead is thought to have been a Catholic priest who reportedly based the hymn on the writings of St. Augustine.
Saturday, 18 August 2007
On Jordan's stormy banks
Jordan's stormy banks I stand, and cast a wishful eye
to Canaan's fair and happy land where my possessions lie.
Refrain:
I'm bound for the promised land,
I'm bound for the promised land.
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land.
There gen'rous fruits that never fail, on trees immortal grow.
There rocks and hills and brooks and vales with milk and honey flow.
Refrain
All o'er those wide-extended plains shines one eternal day;
there God the Son forever reigns and scatters night away.
Refrain
No chilling wind nor pois'nous breath can reach that healthful shore;
sickness and sorrow pain and death are felt and feared no more.
Refrain
When shall I reach that happy place and be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face and in his bosom rest?
Refrain
The hymn was written by the Rev. Dr. Samuel Stennett (17271795). It first appeared in 'Selection of Hymns', a celebrated hymnal compiled by the Baptist editor John Rippon. Samuel Stennett was born in Exeter, but spent his childhood in London where his father served a Baptist church as pastor. In 1758, he succeeded his father in the pastorate of the Baptist church in Little Wild Street, London, where he served until his death. Stennett authored 39 hymns. This hymn is also known by the title Stennett gave it, "Promised Land."
More than any other of Stennett's hymns, "Promised Land" found enormous popularity in 19th-century America. The hymn has appeared in each American Methodist hymnal since Francis Asbury included it in his Supplement to the Pocket Hymn Book (1808). Stennett's eight stanzas are generally reduced to three or four, and several of these may be slightly altered. At some times in American history, evangelicals have reinterpreted Stennett's biblical metaphors with a this-worldly eye toward the promised land just over the horizon on the western frontier.
to Canaan's fair and happy land where my possessions lie.
Refrain:
I'm bound for the promised land,
I'm bound for the promised land.
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I'm bound for the promised land.
There gen'rous fruits that never fail, on trees immortal grow.
There rocks and hills and brooks and vales with milk and honey flow.
Refrain
All o'er those wide-extended plains shines one eternal day;
there God the Son forever reigns and scatters night away.
Refrain
No chilling wind nor pois'nous breath can reach that healthful shore;
sickness and sorrow pain and death are felt and feared no more.
Refrain
When shall I reach that happy place and be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face and in his bosom rest?
Refrain
The hymn was written by the Rev. Dr. Samuel Stennett (17271795). It first appeared in 'Selection of Hymns', a celebrated hymnal compiled by the Baptist editor John Rippon. Samuel Stennett was born in Exeter, but spent his childhood in London where his father served a Baptist church as pastor. In 1758, he succeeded his father in the pastorate of the Baptist church in Little Wild Street, London, where he served until his death. Stennett authored 39 hymns. This hymn is also known by the title Stennett gave it, "Promised Land."
More than any other of Stennett's hymns, "Promised Land" found enormous popularity in 19th-century America. The hymn has appeared in each American Methodist hymnal since Francis Asbury included it in his Supplement to the Pocket Hymn Book (1808). Stennett's eight stanzas are generally reduced to three or four, and several of these may be slightly altered. At some times in American history, evangelicals have reinterpreted Stennett's biblical metaphors with a this-worldly eye toward the promised land just over the horizon on the western frontier.
Monday, 30 July 2007
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Some great old hymns capture the 'promised land' metaphor fantastically. I thought I'd use a few.
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
feed me till I want no more;
feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing stream doth flow;
let the fire and cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through.
Strong deliverer, strong deliverer,
be thou still my strength and shield;
be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fears subside;
death of death and hell's destruction,
land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee;
I will ever give to thee.
Written originally in Welsh by William Williams (1717-1791) then translated into English with the assistance of his brother, Peter Williams. Williams was a deacon in the Established Church of Wales, and though he served as a curate in two parishes, was never Priested. He became involved in the Revivalist movement as an itinerant preacher throughout Wales for 35 years. He wrote a number of Hymns. 'Guide Me' is famous for being sung by Welsh rugby fans to urge the national team on.
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
feed me till I want no more;
feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing stream doth flow;
let the fire and cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through.
Strong deliverer, strong deliverer,
be thou still my strength and shield;
be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fears subside;
death of death and hell's destruction,
land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee;
I will ever give to thee.
Written originally in Welsh by William Williams (1717-1791) then translated into English with the assistance of his brother, Peter Williams. Williams was a deacon in the Established Church of Wales, and though he served as a curate in two parishes, was never Priested. He became involved in the Revivalist movement as an itinerant preacher throughout Wales for 35 years. He wrote a number of Hymns. 'Guide Me' is famous for being sung by Welsh rugby fans to urge the national team on.
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