Falling in love...
...with this song
Amidst the sorrows of the way, Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray. Let me taste Thy special grace And run to Christ, my hiding place. You know the vileness of my heart, So prone to act the rebel's part. And when You veil Your lovely face How can I find a hiding place. Lord, guide my wandering feet, Draw me to Thy mercy seat. I've nought to trust but sovereign grace, Thou only art my hiding place. How unstable is my heart, Sometimes I take the tempter's part, And slight the tokens of Thy grace, And seem to want no hiding place. But when Thy spirit shines within, Makes me feel the plague of sin. And how I long to see Thy face, 'Tis then I want a hiding place. Lord Jesus, shine and then I can Feel sweetness in salvation's plan, And as a sinner plead for grace, Christ, the sinner's hiding place.
jars of clay redemption songs
there's something so pure and honest about classic hymns that i've been missing lately... i think there was a time that modern worship sought to escape from the traditional forms (and still is), but some things can't be replaced or replicated. I remember singing hymns in church growing up, and it felt so rehearsed, but now the words actually mean something to me.
next purchase: passion: hymns ancient and modern
Amidst the sorrows of the way, Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray. Let me taste Thy special grace And run to Christ, my hiding place. You know the vileness of my heart, So prone to act the rebel's part. And when You veil Your lovely face How can I find a hiding place. Lord, guide my wandering feet, Draw me to Thy mercy seat. I've nought to trust but sovereign grace, Thou only art my hiding place. How unstable is my heart, Sometimes I take the tempter's part, And slight the tokens of Thy grace, And seem to want no hiding place. But when Thy spirit shines within, Makes me feel the plague of sin. And how I long to see Thy face, 'Tis then I want a hiding place. Lord Jesus, shine and then I can Feel sweetness in salvation's plan, And as a sinner plead for grace, Christ, the sinner's hiding place.
jars of clay redemption songs
there's something so pure and honest about classic hymns that i've been missing lately... i think there was a time that modern worship sought to escape from the traditional forms (and still is), but some things can't be replaced or replicated. I remember singing hymns in church growing up, and it felt so rehearsed, but now the words actually mean something to me.
next purchase: passion: hymns ancient and modern
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