MR. KONSON R. PATTON
MINISTER OF MUSIC
As the noted songwriter penned " We sing because we ' re happy. We sing because we ' re free.”
Let's continue in the tradition of singing. Let's continue in the tradition of Kairos/Ebenezer!
LET’S SING!
Let's celebrate the month of November with wonderful hymns.
Let's learn about what we sing, and why,
LET’S SING!
LET’S SING!
LET’S SING!
Words by Edward Mote
Tune by William B. Bradbury
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2024
Written in 1834, and originally begun..."No earth nor hell my soul can move " and entitled “Jesus, my All in All.”
Written while walking to work for an ill wife and her husband whose custom was to sing a hymn, read the bible and pray on the sabbath. The verses met the dying woman ' s case. He was moved to print a thousand copies, and it was subsequently published in the Lutheran Hymnal Handbook. Two centuries later, we continue to sing these words.
My hope is built on nothing less 1. Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.
2. When darkness veils His lovely face, rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
3. His oath, His covenant, His blood Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my home and stay.
4. When He shall come with trumpet sound, O may I then in Him be found! Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before that throne!
Words by Maltbie Babcock (1858-1901)
Tune by Franklin Sheppard (1852-1930)
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2024
Babcock, a skilled organist/pianist had a practice of taking morning walks, which afforded him a full view of Lake Ontario. His frequent expression before leaving for these walks, "I'm going out to see my Father's world!" The poem has concrete references to nature; rocks and trees, skies and seas. The closing lines..."Why should my heart be sad? God reigns, let the earth be glad!" This beautiful poem set to music was published after his death in 1901.
1 This is my Father’s world, And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought.
2.This is my Father’s world, The birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, Declare their makers praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear him pass He speaks to me everywhere.
3.This is my Father world, O let me ne ’ er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my father’s world: Why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King: let the heavens ring! God reigns: let the earth be glad!
Amen
Words by Louisa M.R. Stead (1850 - 1917)
Tune by William Kirkpatrick (1838 - 1921)
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 2024
This hymn celebrates the joy in having faith in God, although the text sprang from terrible tragedy and loss.
Louisa Stead endured the agony and pain of losing both husband and son at a picnic where they both drowned. Without her husband Louisa became poor and destitute. She never lost her faith. She learned to trust God as He provided for Louisa and daughter. She penned this beautiful hymn in 1882.
Louisa and daughter Lily moved to South Africa where they became Missionaries.
1 ‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, Just to know, “Thus saith the Lord.”
2. Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o ’ er and o ’er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more!
3. O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; Just in simple faith to plunge me Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
4. Yes, ‘tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace.
5. I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end.
Words from Folk Hymn Tune arr. by Edward Kremser (1838 - 1914)
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 24,2024
Translated into English in 1894 by Theodore Baker, the original text was first published in 1626. No one knows the actual composer of this folk hymn but is generally used as a Thanksgiving Hymn. The hymn found it's way into the Hymnal of the Methodist Church in 1935.
"The wicked oppressing, now cease from distressing. Sing Praises to His name; He forgets not His own. "
1. We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessings; He chastens and hastens His will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, Sing praises to His Name: He forgets not His own.
2. Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining; Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine; So from the beginning the fight we were winning; Thou, Lord, wast at our side, All glory be Thine!
3. We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant, And pray that Thou still our defender will be, Let Thy congregation escape tribulation; Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
Amen.
REV. GARRETT J COPELAND SR. PASTOR
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