Grace Walk
Walk with Me and work with Me--watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won't try to lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with Me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly.

-Matthew 11:29-30 The Message


Hidden Treasures
One of the most satisfying aspects of writing
is that it can open in us deep wells of hidden treasures
that are beautiful for us as well as for others to see.

-Henri Nouwen in Bread for the Journey

A Modern Day Psaltery
David wrote psalms to express
what was in his heart.
Seeing no need to hide what he felt,
he wrote with sincerity, and with no hidden agenda.
What he felt was never taken against him.
Pray, dear reader, discern my heart between the lines.
Dinah Maria Craik couldn't have said it better:
"Oh the comfort -- the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with a person --
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out, just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then, with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away."

Thursday, April 30, 2009

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

"Sunrise"

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As April comes to an end, I want to share this beloved hymn, one of the best hymns ever written (in my humble opinion), and one that always brings tears to my eyes each time I sing or hear it.

Listen to David Phelps as he sings it. I guarantee you, listening to this version of the hymn is quite a moving experience.


O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

Words by George Matheson (1882), Music by Albert Peace (1884)





O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.


Matheson said about this hymn:

My hymn was com­posed in the manse of In­ne­lan [Ar­gyle­shire, Scot­land] on the ev­en­ing of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s mar­ri­age, and the rest of the fam­i­ly were stay­ing over­night in Glas­gow. Some­thing hap­pened to me, which was known only to my­self, and which caused me the most se­vere men­tal suf­fer­ing. The hymn was the fruit of that suf­fer­ing. It was the quick­est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im­press­ion of hav­ing it dic­tat­ed to me by some in­ward voice ra­ther than of work­ing it out my­self. I am quite sure that the whole work was com­plet­ed in five min­utes, and equal­ly sure that it ne­ver re­ceived at my hands any re­touch­ing or cor­rect­ion. I have no na­tur­al gift of rhy­thm. All the other vers­es I have ever writ­ten are man­u­fact­ured ar­ti­cles; this came like a day­spring from on high.

Info taken from: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/o/l/oltwnlmg.htm

5 comments:

Diane said...

What a beautiful witness to the unfailing love of my Savior. Thank you for sharing this beautiful rendition of this treasured old hymn. May the Lord be with you today and life your heart.

Many hugs..........

Diane

Amrita said...

This hymn is very dear to me. We used to sing it a lot in church when our late Dutch Pastor was alive.

KayMac said...

This is new to me. Thanks for sharing it AND the story of how it was written. Makes it more precious, I think.

Terry said...

dear crown of beauty,
i have always loved this hymn and i never knew what anguish that the author of it went through.
how resting on the lords' breast he lay even though his heart was in such despair.
how like the lord to not only hold and comfort him but to give him such great words and a tune that would help countless others who needed such comfort when they heard that song.
thanks so much for this song and its birth place, crown of beauty..love terry

thanks for your visit,
i am always so glad to see you....

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful hymn! Such depth of comfort is precious and rare. Thank you for sharing this.

Thanks also for your encouragement on my blog. I always love hearing and learning from you!!

Blessings, Linda