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      <title>Fairest Lord Jesus</title>
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          “Fairest Lord Jesus” is a hymn that praises Christ not just for what He’s done, but for who He is. It compares His beauty, purity, and glory to everything else we might admire — nature, kings, even angels — and finds Him greater still. It’s a simple, poetic song that lifts the soul in gentle adoration.
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          Fairest Lord Jesus,
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          ruler of all nature,
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          O thou of God and man the Son,
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          Thee will I cherish,
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          Thee will I honor,
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          thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.
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          Fair are the meadows,
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          fairer still the woodlands,
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          robed in the blooming garb of spring:
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          Jesus is fairer,
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          Jesus is purer
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          who makes the woeful heart to sing.
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          Fair is the sunshine,
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          fairer still the moonlight,
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          and all the twinkling starry host:
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          Jesus shines brighter,
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          Jesus shines purer
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          than all the angels heaven can boast.
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          Beautiful Savior!
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          Lord of all the nations!
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          Son of God and Son of Man!
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          Glory and honor,
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          praise, adoration,
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          now and forevermore be thine.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The origin of “Fairest Lord Jesus” goes back to at least the 1600s. It was originally known as the “Crusaders’ Hymn,” and although its exact roots are uncertain, it’s believed to have been sung by German Christians in the Silesian region. It was later translated into English and became widely known through hymnals in the 19th century.
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          The melody is rich yet peaceful, carrying a kind of pastoral beauty. It pairs perfectly with the lyrics — not grand and loud, but humble and heartfelt, like a quiet prayer of worship in the midst of nature.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          What makes this hymn powerful is its focus. It doesn’t ask for anything. It doesn’t even mention struggle. It simply beholds Jesus — His fairness, His glory, His kingship — and offers praise. It helps realign our hearts, reminding us that Jesus is above all.
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          A verse that reflects this worshipful posture is Psalm 27:4 (NIV):
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          One thing I ask from the Lord… to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
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          That’s the heart of this hymn: gazing on Jesus and praising Him for who He is.
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          When I arranged “Fairest Lord Jesus” for violin, I focused on keeping the melody pure and graceful. It’s not a song that needs complexity — just a peaceful flow that invites worship. I wanted each note to feel like a soft expression of love and awe.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let the mood of the lyrics lead the arrangement. For this one, that meant gentleness, reverence, and beauty.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn lift your eyes to Christ. In a world full of noise, let your soul pause and simply adore Him. Beautiful Savior, Lord of all the nations — Son of God and Son of Man. Glory and honor, praise, adoration, now and forevermore be Thine.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:28:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Draw Me Close To You</title>
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           “Draw Me Close to You” is a modern worship song that speaks directly from the heart — a prayer to be near to God again. It’s not complicated or theological; it’s
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          , expressing a deep longing to be in the presence of Jesus, where nothing else satisfies.
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          Draw me close to you
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          Never let me go
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          To hear you say that I'm your friend
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          You are my desire
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          No one else will do
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          'Cause nothing else can take your place
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          To feel the warmth of your embrace
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          Help me find the way
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          Bring me back to you
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          You're all I want
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          You're all I've ever needed
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          You're all I want
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          Help me know you are near
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          Draw me close to you
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          Never let me go
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          I lay it all down again
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          To hear you say that I'm your friend
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          You are my desire
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          No one else will do
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          'Cause nothing else can take your place
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          To feel the warmth of your embrace
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          Bring me back to you
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          You're all I've ever needed
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This song was written in 1994 by Kelly Carpenter, who penned the lyrics during a season when he felt spiritually dry and distant from God. He didn’t write it for an audience — it was simply a personal cry for closeness and healing.
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          The song eventually made its way to churches through worship leader Michael W. Smith, whose recording helped it become a worship favorite around the world. Its simplicity and emotional sincerity have made it a meaningful part of personal prayer times, worship services, and moments of spiritual renewal.
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          What makes this song powerful is its authentic longing. It’s not asking for blessings or answers — just for Jesus. It reflects the heart of someone who knows that nothing else will do, and that the presence of Christ is everything.
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          A fitting verse is James 4:8 (NIV):
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          Come near to God and he will come near to you.
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          This song lives out that verse — drawing near not because we’ve done everything right, but because we need Him more than anything.
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          When I arranged “Draw Me Close to You” for violin, I kept the tone gentle and intimate. I didn’t want to overplay — just let the melody speak like a quiet prayer. There’s something deeply personal about this song, and I tried to capture that with each note.
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          With Violin Hymns, I want each song to carry not just sound, but heart. This one is about coming back to the One who never left.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the words of the melody draw your own heart closer to Christ. Lay everything else aside for a moment. You’re all I want. You’re all I’ve ever needed.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:25:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>I Love You Lord</title>
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           “I Love You, Lord” is one of the simplest worship songs ever written — and one of the most powerful. Just a few short lines, but they carry the full weight of devotion:
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          I love You. I lift my voice. Take joy in what You hear.
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           It’s not a performance — it’s a prayer. This song doesn’t just speak about God — it speaks to Him.
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          I love you, Lord And I lift my voice
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          To worship You Oh, my soul rejoice
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          Take joy, my King In what you hear
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          And let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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          Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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          In Your ear
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          All I have is You (oooh oooh)
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          Take my life, Jesus (oooh oooh)
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          Let my heart sing (oooh oooh)
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          How I love You (oooh oooh)
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          How I need You, Jesus
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          You're brighter than the sun
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          Risen from the shadows
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          Seated on the throne of majesty
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          Higher than the skies and all the sea
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The song was written in 1978 by Laurie Klein during a quiet time with the Lord. She was going through a hard season, struggling financially and emotionally, and found herself without words. So she picked up her guitar, and this melody and prayer came out — simple and honest.
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          Laurie never intended it to be published. But a worship leader heard it, shared it with others, and slowly it began to spread. Eventually, it was printed in songbooks and sung in churches around the world. It’s now one of the most beloved choruses in contemporary worship history.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This song is powerful because it’s pure. No fancy words. No big musical buildup. Just quiet love for the Lord — the kind of love that overflows into worship in the everyday moments of life.
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          A verse that fits beautifully is Psalm 18:1 (NIV):
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          I love you, Lord, my strength.
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          That’s exactly what this song is — a heart saying I love You not because everything is perfect, but because He is good and worthy of our praise.
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          When I arranged “I Love You, Lord” for violin, I kept it as gentle as possible. I wanted each note to feel like a whisper of worship — nothing too loud or decorated. Just simple, honest melody.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to stay true to the spirit of each song. This one doesn’t ask for anything — it simply gives love back to the Savior.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to offer your own quiet praise. Whether in joy or struggle, let the music carry your heart upward. I love You, Lord, and I lift my voice to worship You.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:23:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Take My Hand, Precious Lord</title>
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          “Take My Hand, Precious Lord” is a hymn of surrender and comfort. It’s a cry from a weary soul, asking God for guidance and peace in the middle of suffering or loss. With simple words and an aching melody, this hymn has walked with countless people through some of their hardest moments — reminding them that Jesus is near, even in the darkest hours.
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          When my way groweth drear 
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          Precious Lord, linger near 
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          When my light is almost gone 
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          Hear my cry, hear my call 
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          Hold my hand lest I fall 
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          Take my hand, precious Lord 
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          Lead me on
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          Precious Lord, take my hand 
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          Lead me on, let me stand
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          I am tired, I'm weak, I am worn
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          Lead me on to the light 
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          Take my hand, precious Lord 
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          Lead me home
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          When my work is all done 
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          And my race here is won
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          Let me see by the light Thou hast shown
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          That fair city so bright 
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          Where the lantern is the light 
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          Take my hand, precious Lord
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          Lead me on
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written by Thomas A. Dorsey in 1932, often called the “father of gospel music.” Dorsey wrote it after a devastating personal tragedy — the sudden death of his wife during childbirth, followed shortly by the death of his newborn son. In the middle of that heartbreak, he sat at a piano and poured his grief into this hymn.
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          He said he felt God’s presence during that moment, gently bringing peace to his soul. That deep, personal encounter with God shaped the hymn’s lyrics and music. It became one of the most beloved gospel hymns in the world, sung by artists like Mahalia Jackson and even performed at the funeral of Martin Luther King Jr.
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          The power of this hymn is in its honesty. It doesn’t hide pain — it brings it to Jesus. It reminds us that God isn’t far away when we suffer. He’s the one reaching out, offering His hand, walking with us step by step through every trial.
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          A verse that reflects the heart of this hymn is Isaiah 41:13 (NIV):
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          For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
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          That’s the promise this hymn holds on to — that even when we can’t see the path, God is holding our hand.
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          When I arranged “Take My Hand, Precious Lord” for violin, I kept the tone slow and soulful, allowing the emotion to breathe through every note. It’s a melody that needs room — not to impress, but to comfort. I tried to honor the original spirit of the song: one of deep sorrow met by even deeper trust.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always aim to carry the emotion of each hymn. This one is about resting in God when strength is gone.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn be your prayer — especially if you're tired, overwhelmed, or unsure of what’s next. Jesus isn’t just a distant Savior — He’s the one who gently takes your hand and leads you home. Take my hand, precious Lord — lead me on, let me stand.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:21:29 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Lead Me to Calvary” is a hymn of remembrance and surrender. It’s not just about recalling what Jesus did — it’s about letting the reality of the cross change us. This hymn is a prayer that our hearts never grow numb to the cost of our salvation, and that we live each day in the shadow of Calvary.
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          King of my life I crown Thee now,
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          Thine shall the glory be;
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          lest I forget Thy thorn-crowned brow,
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          lead me to Calvary.
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          Lest I forget Gethsemane,
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          lest I forget Thine agony,
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          lest I forget Thy love for me,
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          lead me to Calvary. 
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          daily my cross for Thee;
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          even Thy cup of grief to share,
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          Thou hast borne all for me.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written by Jennie Evelyn Hussey in 1921. Though she lived a quiet life in New Hampshire, Jennie endured chronic pain from arthritis and cared for her disabled sister for many years. Despite her suffering, she wrote dozens of hymns, often centered on themes of sacrifice and devotion.
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          “Lead Me to Calvary” reflects her deep personal faith and longing to stay close to Jesus’ sacrifice. The music was composed by William J. Kirkpatrick, a prolific composer of gospel melodies who added a tender, solemn tone that perfectly fits the message.
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          This hymn is powerful because it doesn’t treat the crucifixion as a past event to simply admire. It brings it into the present — reminding us to live in response to it. It asks for a softened heart, a surrendered will, and a life that honors the cross.
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          A verse that mirrors this cry is Luke 9:23 (NIV):
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          Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.
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          “Lead Me to Calvary” is a daily prayer — not just to remember Christ’s sacrifice, but to live in its light.
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          When I arranged “Lead Me to Calvary” for violin, I wanted the music to feel sincere and reverent. The melody is gentle and pleading, so I played it with a soft tone, letting each note linger. It’s not meant to be dramatic — it’s meant to draw the listener into quiet reflection.
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          With Violin Hymns, I aim to express the heart of each hymn, and this one is about humble gratitude.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn guide your thoughts back to the cross. Ask God to keep your heart tender — to never forget the price Jesus paid, and to live every day in response to that love. Lest I forget Gethsemane… lead me to Calvary.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:20:11 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Shall We Gather at the River” is a hymn of anticipation. It looks beyond the present to the promise of eternity — a time when God’s people will be united in His presence by the river of life. The melody is calm and steady, and the lyrics are full of peaceful longing, grounded in the hope that we will one day gather together in heaven.
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          Shall we gather at the river,
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          Where bright angel feet have trod;
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          With its crystal tide forever
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          Flowing by the throne of God?
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          Yes, we'll gather at the river,
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          The beautiful, the beautiful river;
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          Gather with the saints at the river
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          That flows by the throne of God.
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          On the margin of the river,
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          Washing up its silver spray,
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          We will walk and worship ever,
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          All the happy golden day.
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          Ere we reach the shining river,
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          Lay we ev'ry burden down;
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          Grace our spirits will deliver,
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          And provide a robe and crown.
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          Soon we'll reach the shining river,
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          Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
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          Soon our happy hearts will quiver
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          With the melody of peace.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1864 by Robert Lowry, a Baptist minister and composer, during the American Civil War. Surrounded by loss and uncertainty, he was reflecting on Revelation 22, which describes a pure river flowing from the throne of God. He said the imagery filled him with such joy and peace that the words and melody came to him quickly.
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          It was first published in a hymnal called Happy Voices and became widely popular in both churches and camp meetings. Despite being born from a time of sorrow, the hymn carries a tone of joy — not in the present suffering, but in the promised future with Christ.
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          This hymn is powerful because it points us forward. Life can be full of hardship, but “Shall We Gather at the River” lifts our eyes to what’s ahead — a time of peace, restoration, and reunion with those who have gone before us in Christ.
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          A fitting verse is Revelation 22:1–2 (NIV):
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          Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life… flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb… and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.
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          That’s the river this hymn sings about — the river that flows through the heart of eternity.
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          When I arranged this hymn for violin, I kept the pace peaceful and flowing, like the river it describes. The melody rises gently, then returns like a soft wave. It’s not loud or showy — it’s meant to invite reflection and peace, as we imagine the day we’ll gather together in God’s presence.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to match the message with the emotion — and this one felt like a quiet walk home.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn stir your heart with hope. Whatever you’re walking through now, it’s not the end of the story. There’s a river ahead — clear, pure, and full of healing — where we’ll meet again. Yes, we’ll gather at the river — the beautiful, the beautiful river.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:19:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Above All</title>
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          Jesus placed our salvation above all else
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          , even His own life.
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          Above all powers, Above all kings 
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          Above all nature and all created things 
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          Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
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           You were here before the world began
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           Above all kingdoms, Above all thrones
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           Above all wonders the world has ever known
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           Above all wealth and treasures of the earth 
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          There's no way to measure what You're worth
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          Crucified! Laid behind the stone. 
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          You lived to die Rejected and alone
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          Like a rose trampled on the ground
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          You took the fall And thought of me
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          This song was written in 1999 by Paul Baloche and Lenny LeBlanc, two worship leaders and songwriters known for creating music that draws people closer to God. Paul Baloche said the lyrics came from meditating on the idea that Jesus is not just above all — He went beneath all for our sake. Though He had every right to stay on the throne, He chose the cross.
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          “Above All” quickly became one of the most well-known worship songs in modern churches, especially during Easter or communion services. Its blend of majesty and sacrifice resonated with believers worldwide.
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          What makes this song powerful is its contrast. It declares Christ’s greatness — above powers, thrones, nature — then shifts to His humility: crucified, laid behind a stone, rejected and alone. It invites both worship and reflection, helping us see that the One who holds the universe also carried our sin.
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          A perfect verse to pair with this hymn is Philippians 2:8–9 (NIV):
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          He humbled himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name…
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          That’s the heart of this song: Jesus is above all, and still, He gave everything.
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          When I arranged “Above All” for violin, I wanted to balance beauty and reverence. The melody naturally carries emotion, and I let it rise gently — not to overwhelm, but to draw the heart into worship. It’s a song that speaks for itself, and I let the violin simply echo the message.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is always to serve the spirit of the hymn. This one called for gentleness, awe, and deep thankfulness.
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          The video is below. As you listen, remember the One who created all things — and chose the cross. Let your heart be still in worship. You took the fall, and thought of me — above all.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:18:10 GMT</pubDate>
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           “We Gather Together” is a hymn that brings people into a spirit of unity and thanksgiving. Often sung around harvest time and Thanksgiving, it’s more than a seasonal song — it’s a reminder that
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          God is with His people
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          , guiding and protecting through every trial. Its roots go back centuries, making it one of the oldest hymns still sung in churches today.
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          We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing;
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          He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
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          the wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
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          Sing praises to His name, He forgets not His own.
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          Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
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          ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
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          so from the beginning the fight we were winning:
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          the Lord was at our side- the glory be Thine!
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          We all do extol Thee, Thou leader triumphant,
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          and pray that Thou still our defender wilt be.
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          Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
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          Thy name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The original version of this hymn was written in 1597 by Adrianus Valerius, a Dutch civil servant and poet. It was composed to celebrate a military victory — the Battle of Turnhout, where Dutch forces pushed back the Spanish army during their long war for independence. At the time, Protestants in the Netherlands faced religious oppression, and this hymn was written as a song of praise for God’s deliverance and faithfulness.
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          In 1871, Austrian composer Edward Kremser arranged the melody into a choral piece, which helped it spread across Europe. Later, it was translated into English by Theodore Baker in the early 1900s, and the version most commonly sung in churches today comes from that translation. It became especially popular in the United States around Thanksgiving, symbolizing unity, gratitude, and faith.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn carries strength not just in its melody, but in its message of perseverance. It thanks God for His presence in times of struggle and His leadership over His people. It’s both a song of celebration and a quiet declaration of trust in God’s sovereignty.
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          A verse that matches the heart of this hymn is Psalm 100:4 (NIV):
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          Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.
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          That’s what “We Gather Together” invites us to do — come together in faith, remembering who God is and what He’s done.
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          When I arranged “We Gather Together” for violin, I focused on keeping the melody warm and simple, allowing space for reflection and gratitude. I tried to stay close to the traditional sound while adding a touch of expression that fits the spirit of thanksgiving.
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          With Violin Hymns, I aim to help each song come alive again — honoring both its history and its message.
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          The video is below. As you listen, think about the ways God has led you through hard seasons. Let this hymn guide you into a spirit of thankfulness and unity. We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing — and to remember that He is always faithful.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:15:38 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Day by Day” is a hymn of quiet surrender. It doesn’t look far ahead or worry about tomorrow — it focuses on trusting God for today. There’s something deeply comforting in its simplicity: not trying to figure out the whole journey, just leaning on God moment by moment.
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          Day by day, and with each passing moment, 
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          Strength I find to meet my trials here; 
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          Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, 
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          I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
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           He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure, 
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          Gives unto each day what He deems best, 
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          Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure, 
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          Mingling toil with peace and rest.
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          Every day the Lord Himself is near me, 
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          With a special mercy for each hour; 
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          All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me, 
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          He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r. 
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          The protection of His child and treasure 
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          Is a charge that on Himself He laid; 
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          This the pledge to me He made.
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          Help me then, in every tribulation, 
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          That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation, 
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          Offered me within Thy holy Word. 
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          Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting, 
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          E’er to take, as from a father’s hand, 
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          One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
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          This hymn was written in 1865 by Lina Sandell, a Swedish poet and hymn writer. She penned it after facing deep personal grief — including witnessing the tragic death of her father during a boat accident. Out of that sorrow came a powerful testimony of trust. “Day by Day” was her way of clinging to the Lord through suffering.
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          The tune most often associated with it was composed by Oscar Ahnfelt, who worked alongside Sandell to bring many of her lyrics to life. It became especially loved in Scandinavian churches and later spread around the world, embraced for its soothing tone and heartfelt message.
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          This hymn is powerful because it meets us in everyday life. It doesn’t demand grand gestures — it reminds us that God provides grace for each step. Whether facing trials or just the ordinary rhythms of life, “Day by Day” encourages believers to walk in quiet confidence.
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          A matching verse is Matthew 6:34 (NIV):
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          Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
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          It’s a reminder that God’s grace isn’t stored up in advance — it’s new every morning.
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          When I arranged “Day by Day” for violin, I kept the melody gentle and calm, letting it unfold slowly like a quiet prayer. The goal was to create space for reflection — not to impress, but to encourage peace.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a breath and give your worries to the Lord. You don’t have to carry tomorrow yet. Let this hymn help you refocus your heart on God’s presence today. Day by day, and with each passing moment — strength I find to meet my trials here.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:13:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>His Eye Is on the Sparrow</title>
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          “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” is a hymn of quiet trust and peace. It speaks to the soul in times of fear, loneliness, or sorrow — reminding us that the God who watches over the smallest sparrow also watches over each of us. It’s a deeply personal song, filled with comfort for anyone walking through uncertainty.
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          Why should I feel discouraged?
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          Why should the shadows come?
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          Why should my heart be lonely
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          And long for heav’n and home,
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          When Jesus is my portion?
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          My constant Friend is He:
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          His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me;
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          His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me.
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          I sing because I’m happy—
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          I sing because I’m free—
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          For His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me.
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          “Let not your heart be troubled.”
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          His tender word I hear,
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          And resting on His goodness,
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          I lose my doubt and fear.
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          Though by the path He leadeth,
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          But one step I may see:
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          His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me;
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          His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me.
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          I sing because I’m happy—
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          I sing because I’m free—
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          For His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me.
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          Whenever I am tempted,
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          Whenever clouds arise,
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          When songs give place to sighing,
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          When hope within me dies,
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          I draw the closer to Him;
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          From care He sets me free:
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          His eye is on the sparrow,
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          And I know He watches me;
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          I sing because I’m happy—
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          I sing because I’m free—
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          For His eye is on the sparrow,
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1905 by lyricist Civilla D. Martin, with music by Charles H. Gabriel, a prolific composer of gospel songs. The inspiration came when Civilla visited a bedridden Christian woman who had been physically disabled for nearly 20 years. Despite her situation, the woman’s faith was unwavering. When asked about the source of her joy, she simply said, “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”
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          Those words stayed with Civilla, and she soon penned the lyrics to the hymn. Gabriel set it to music, and the hymn quickly spread across churches in America. It later gained worldwide recognition after being sung by artists like Mahalia Jackson and Ethel Waters, who deeply identified with its message.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          The beauty of this hymn is in its reassurance. It reminds us that even when we feel unseen or small, God is always near. His love isn’t distant — it’s involved in the details of our lives. This song turns that truth into a melody of quiet strength.
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          A perfect verse to match the hymn is Matthew 10:29–31 (NIV):
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          Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care… So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
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          This hymn sings that truth back to the heart: If He watches over the sparrow, He watches over me.
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          My Violin Cover
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          When I arranged “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” for violin, I kept the melody soft and reflective, giving space for each phrase to feel tender and intimate. It’s not a loud or triumphant hymn — it’s gentle and steady, like God’s daily care.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to reflect the message behind the music. This one is all about rest — resting in God’s constant love.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the peace of this hymn wash over you. Whatever you're facing today, you are not alone. Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? His eye is on the sparrow — and I know He watches me.
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      <title>Here Is Love Vast As the Ocean</title>
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          “Here Is Love, Vast As the Ocean” is a hymn that wraps the heart in the immensity of God’s mercy. It invites the listener to gaze at the cross — not with guilt, but with wonder. The words describe the love of Jesus as unmeasurable, overflowing like an ocean that cannot be stopped. It’s a hymn of quiet awe and deep devotion.
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          Here is love, vast as the ocean,
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          Loving-kindness as the flood;
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          When the Prince of Life, my ransom,
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          Shed for me his precious blood.
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          Who his love will not remember?
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          Who can cease to sing his praise?
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          He shall never be forgotten,
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          On the mount of crucifixion,
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          Fountains opened deep and wide,
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          Through the flood-gates of God’s mercy,
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          Flowed the vast and gracious tide;
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          Grace and love, like mighty rivers
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          Poured incessant from above,
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          And God’s peace and perfect justice
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          Kissed a guilty world in love.
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          Let me all your love accepting,
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          Love you, ever all my days;
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          Let me seek your kingdom only
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          And my life be to your praise;
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          You alone will be my glory,
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          Nothing in the world I see;
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          You have cleansed and sanctified me,
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          You have loved and set me free.
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          In your truth you will direct me
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          By your Spirit, thru' your Word;
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          And your grace my need is meeting,
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          As I trust in you, my Lord.
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          All your fulness you are pouring
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          From your endless wells above,
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          Without measure, full and boundless
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          As I yield myself in love.
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          This hymn was originally written in Welsh by William Rees in the 1800s and became known as the “love song of the Welsh Revival.” It gained widespread attention during the 1904–1905 Welsh Revival, a spiritual awakening that swept across Wales with powerful impact. The melody was composed by Robert Lowry, who helped bring the hymn into English-speaking worship.
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          During the revival, this song was sung again and again in prayer meetings, often without instruments — just voices lifted together in adoration. Its focus on the boundless love of God through Christ captured hearts and became a symbol of that Spirit-led movement.
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          What makes this hymn so powerful is the way it paints a picture of Jesus' sacrificial love. It doesn’t just talk about grace — it immerses you in it. The language is poetic, but deeply Scriptural. It doesn’t stop at the cross either; it continues into the believer’s response — surrender, devotion, and a life lived in love.
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          A matching verse is Ephesians 3:18–19 (NIV):
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          [That you] may have power… to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge.
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          That’s exactly what this hymn invites us into — not just to believe in God's love, but to be filled and changed by it.
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          When I arranged “Here Is Love, Vast As the Ocean” for violin, I chose a slow, flowing pace to reflect the hymn’s message. I let the melody rise and fall like waves — never rushing, always soaking in the meaning. There’s something sacred about this piece, and I aimed to play it with reverence and warmth.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always seek to capture the spirit of the lyrics. This one is all about Christ’s unshakable love — and our heartfelt response.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn draw your heart back to the cross. Let the love of Jesus — vast as the ocean — meet you where you are and lead you into deeper surrender. Grace and love, like mighty rivers, poured incessant from above.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:13:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>When We All Get To Heaven</title>
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           “When We All Get to Heaven” is a hymn that lifts the heart upward. It’s full of
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          joyful expectation
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           , painting a picture of the day believers will be united with Christ forever. There’s no sorrow in this song — just gladness, unity, and hope for what’s coming. It reminds us that the trials of today are temporary, and
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          the best is yet to come
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          Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
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          Sing His mercy and His grace;
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          In the mansions bright and blessed
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          He'll prepare for us a place.
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          When we all get to heaven,
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          what a day of rejoicing that will be!
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          When we all see Jesus,
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          we'll sing and shout the victory!
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          While we walk the pilgrim pathway
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          Clouds will overspread the sky;
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          But when trav'ling days are over
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          Not a shadow, not a sigh. 
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          Let us then be true and faithful,
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          Trusting, serving ev'ry day;
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          Just one glimpse of Him in glory
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          Will the toils of life repay. 
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          Onward to the prize before us!
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          Soon His beauty we'll behold;
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          Soon the pearly gates will open–
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          We shall tread the streets of gold.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1898 by Eliza E. Hewitt, a schoolteacher who turned to hymn writing after a spinal injury left her bedridden for a season. During her recovery, she filled her time with writing poetry and music that reflected her deep faith and joy in Christ.
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          The melody was composed by Emily D. Wilson, and together their collaboration resulted in a hymn that has stood the test of time. “When We All Get to Heaven” became especially popular in tent meetings and revival gatherings, where its bright, singable tune lifted weary hearts and stirred believers with the hope of glory.
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          This hymn is powerful because it’s filled with promise. It doesn't ignore suffering — it simply refuses to let it have the final word. The chorus bursts with celebration, inviting everyone to look forward to the day we see Jesus face-to-face.
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          A perfect verse to match its message is Revelation 21:4 (NIV):
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          ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
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          This hymn lets us sing that truth now — even as we wait.
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          When I arranged “When We All Get to Heaven” for violin, I let the melody carry that bright, cheerful tone, aiming for a sound that feels like a glimpse of what’s coming. I didn’t overcomplicate the arrangement — I wanted it to feel natural, like a song you’d hum on a walk home.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to reflect the heart of the message. And this one? It’s all about looking ahead with joy.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let your heart rest in the hope that this world is not the end. Whether you're in a season of joy or trial, remember: soon His beauty we’ll behold. When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:13:41 GMT</pubDate>
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           “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus” is a hymn that quiets the noise of life and brings your focus back to what truly matters. In a world full of distractions, disappointments, and uncertainty, this hymn gently reminds us to
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           — and as we do, the troubles of life grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.
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          O soul, are you weary and troubled?
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          No light in the darkness you see?
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          There’s light for a look at the Savior,
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          And life more abundant and free!
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          And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
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          In the light of His glory and grace.
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          Thro' death into life everlasting,
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          He passed, and we follow Him there;
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          O’er us sin no more hath dominion--
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          For more than conqu’rors we are!
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          His Word shall not fail you--He promised;
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          Believe Him, and all will be well:
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          Then go to a world that is dying,
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          His perfect salvation to tell!
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          This hymn was written by Helen H. Lemmel in 1918, inspired by a gospel tract titled “Focused.” The tract included a line that struck her deeply: “So then, turn your eyes upon Him. Look full into His face, and you will find that the things of earth will acquire a strange new dimness.” That simple thought stayed with her until she wrote the lyrics and music that would become this beloved hymn.
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          Helen had lost her eyesight later in life, and yet she still wrote more than 500 hymns and poems — many from a place of quiet trust and deep spiritual clarity. This song in particular has comforted generations, especially those going through hardship or loss.
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          What makes this hymn so powerful is its simplicity and invitation. It doesn’t offer solutions to every problem — it simply calls us to look at Jesus, and in doing so, find peace, clarity, and perspective.
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          A perfect verse to match the heart of this hymn is Hebrews 12:2 (NIV):
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          Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross…
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          This hymn echoes that call — to stop, lift our eyes, and behold the One who never fails.
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          When I arranged “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus” for violin, I kept it gentle and slow, letting each note rest and breathe. There’s a quiet power in this melody, and I didn’t want to rush it. I wanted the music to feel like an invitation — calm, steady, and full of grace.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always aim to carry the message of the lyrics even without words. And here, that message is simple: Look to Jesus. He is enough.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the worries of today fade into the background. Let the peace of Christ take center stage in your heart. Turn your eyes upon Jesus — look full in His wonderful face.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 22:13:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Christ The Lord Is Risen Today</title>
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          “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” is a hymn that bursts with victory. Every line proclaims the heart of the Christian faith — that Jesus is alive. It’s not quiet or reserved; it’s a celebration. This hymn invites all of creation to rejoice, because the grave could not hold the Savior.
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          Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
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          Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
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          Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
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          Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!
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          Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
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          Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
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          Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
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          Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!
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          Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
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          Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
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          Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
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          Where's thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!
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          Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
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          Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
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          Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
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          Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!
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          Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!
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          Praise to thee by both be given, Alleluia!
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          Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
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          Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!
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          King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!
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          Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
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          Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!
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          Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!
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          Written by Charles Wesley in 1739, this hymn was first sung at the inaugural service of the Foundry Chapel in London, the first Methodist meeting house. Wesley wrote it as a bold declaration of Christ’s resurrection, packed with scriptural truth and joyful repetition. The repeated “Alleluia” after each line wasn’t in the original version but was added later to match the celebratory tone of Easter worship.
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          The tune most commonly associated with it, Easter Hymn, adds a bright and triumphant energy that has made it a staple of Easter services for centuries.
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          This hymn captures the joy of victory over death. It doesn’t dwell on sorrow — it moves forward with hope. The resurrection changes everything, and this song helps believers experience that truth with every note and phrase.
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          A verse that echoes this message is 1 Corinthians 15:55–57 (NIV):
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          “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”… But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
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          That’s the heart of this hymn — celebration because Jesus conquered the grave.
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          When I arranged “Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” for violin, I focused on keeping the energy high and joyful. The melody moves quickly and confidently, so I kept the rhythm strong and the tone bright. It’s the kind of song that makes you want to stand up and worship.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to match the message of the lyrics — and this one called for pure celebration.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let your heart join in the praise. Easter isn’t just one day — it’s a reminder of the hope we have every day because of Jesus’ resurrection. Christ the Lord is risen today — Alleluia!
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 21:57:46 GMT</pubDate>
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          “All Things Bright and Beautiful” is a hymn of praise for the world God made. It’s filled with wonder — a celebration of flowers, seasons, animals, and everything in between. But it’s not just about nature; it’s about recognizing the Creator behind it all and thanking Him for the beauty He’s placed in our lives.
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          All things bright and beautiful,
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          all creatures great and small,
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          all things wise and wonderful,
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          the Lord God made them all.
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          Each little flower that opens,
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          each little bird that sings,
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          He made their glowing colors,
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          He made their tiny wings. 
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          The purple-headed mountain,
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          the river running by,
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          that brightens up the sky.
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          the ripe fruits in the garden:
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          He made them every one. 
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          He gave us eyes to see them,
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          how great is God Almighty,
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          who has made all things well.
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          This hymn was written by Cecil Frances Alexander, a poet and hymn writer from Ireland, in 1848. She originally wrote it for children as part of a collection meant to explain parts of the Apostles’ Creed. Her goal was simple: help young hearts understand that God is the Maker of heaven and earth, and everything He made is worth celebrating.
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          The cheerful melody commonly paired with it today was composed by William Henry Monk. Together, the lyrics and music created a hymn that has lasted through generations — still sung in churches, schools, and family gatherings around the world.
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          This hymn is powerful in its simplicity and joy. It doesn’t try to be theological or complex — it simply gives thanks for what we can see and touch. From the tiniest flower to the tallest mountain, it reminds us that all of creation reflects God’s goodness and care.
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          A fitting verse is Genesis 1:31 (NIV):
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          God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.
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          “All Things Bright and Beautiful” helps us pause and see that goodness — to not rush past the blessings we walk through every day.
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          When I arranged this hymn for violin, I kept the melody light and playful. There’s a sweetness to the tune that reflects the joy of discovery — like a walk through a garden or a quiet morning outside. I wanted the arrangement to feel fresh and childlike, without being overly simple.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is always to support the message — and this hymn is a celebration. So the notes rise and fall with a kind of lightness, like sunshine breaking through trees.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to look around at God’s creation — even the small things. Let this hymn remind you that every beautiful detail is a gift from Him. All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small — the Lord God made them all.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2025 21:55:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Take the World but Give Me Jesus</title>
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          “Take the World but Give Me Jesus” is a hymn of deep surrender. It draws a clear line between what the world offers and what Christ gives — and makes the choice without hesitation. This hymn doesn’t reject joy or beauty, but it sees them as incomplete without Jesus. It’s about setting our hearts on something that lasts forever.
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          Take the world but give me Jesus,
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          He who died, He lov’d me so;
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          Gladly now I yield earth’s treasures,
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          Jesus only would I know.
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          Take the world but give me Jesus,
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          That dear Friend who loves me so;
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          All the world I leave, to follow
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          Jesus thro’ this vale below.
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          Now I hail my gracious Savior,
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          Living Head and glorious King;
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          And for His redemptive favor,
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          All my gifts and pow’rs I bring. 
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          And my heart shall be His throne;
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          King of kings, and Lord forever,
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          He shall rule, and He alone.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written by Fanny J. Crosby, one of the most prolific hymn writers in Christian history. Born blind, she saw more clearly than many with sight — especially when it came to what truly mattered. Her desire to know Christ more deeply is felt in every word of this hymn.
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          The tune was written by Sweney W. Howard, and the music has a steady, heartfelt flow that gently carries Crosby’s words. It became a favorite among believers who sought to fix their eyes on eternity, especially in times of temptation or hardship.
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          What gives this hymn its strength is the contrast. It’s not just about choosing Jesus — it’s about choosing Him over everything else. It speaks to the soul that realizes the world can’t satisfy, and that nothing compares to the love of Christ.
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          A verse that reflects the heart of this hymn is Philippians 3:8 (NIV):
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          I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord…
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          This hymn helps us remember that in every gain or loss, Jesus is enough.
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          When I arranged “Take the World but Give Me Jesus” for violin, I wanted to highlight the hymn’s gentle resolve. It’s not a boastful song — it’s a quiet declaration of where true treasure is found. I kept the phrasing calm and sincere, with just enough emotion to match the surrender behind the lyrics.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is to let the melody support the message — and this one speaks clearly through humble devotion.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the words of this hymn settle in your heart. Think about what you’re holding on to — and whether Jesus truly has your full affection. Take the world, but give me Jesus — in His cross my trust shall be.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 22:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Riches Unsearchable</title>
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          “Riches Unsearchable” is a hymn of amazement — not over wealth or success, but over the immeasurable grace and love found in Jesus. It doesn’t focus on material riches but on something far greater: the spiritual blessings that are freely given to all who trust in Him. It’s a song of awe, gratitude, and quiet joy.
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          Riches unsearchable, riches untold,—
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          Purer and brighter than silver or gold,—
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          Riches unsearchable, priceless, divine,
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          Blessed Creator and Savior, are thine.
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          O for a harp and a voice to proclaim,
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          Glory and praise to thy excellent name.
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          Riches unsearchable thou wilt bestow
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          When to thy throne in thy Spirit we go;
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          When in thy promise we trust and believe,
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          Riches unsearchable we shall receive. 
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          Riches unsearchable, drop’d from above
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          Into our souls from thy storehouse of love,
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          What will they be when our race we have run?
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          What will they be when our crown we have won?
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          Riches unsearchable, not for a day,—
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          Not for the years that shall circle away,—
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          Riches eternal, exhaustless, divine,
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          Blessed Creator and Saviour, are thine.
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          Written by Charles Wesley in the 1700s, this hymn reflects his passion for expressing deep biblical truths in poetic and personal language. Wesley was known for packing theology into verse, and “Riches Unsearchable” is a perfect example. The phrase itself comes from Ephesians 3:8, where Paul refers to “the unsearchable riches of Christ.”
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          Though not as widely known today as some of Wesley’s other hymns, this one holds a special beauty for those who take time to reflect on its message. It has appeared in older Methodist hymnals and has been cherished by those who love Scripture-rich lyrics.
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          This hymn reminds us that what we have in Christ cannot be measured. It’s not temporary or dependent on our circumstances. It’s eternal, infinite, and overflowing. Lines like “riches unsearchable in Jesus’ love” help us remember just how much God has given us in salvation — forgiveness, peace, purpose, and a place in His family.
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          A perfect verse to match this hymn is Ephesians 1:18 (NIV):
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          I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you… the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.
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          That’s what this hymn invites us to see — the spiritual wealth we already have in Christ.
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          When I arranged “Riches Unsearchable” for violin, I wanted to reflect the sense of awe and quiet joy in the melody. It’s not a loud or triumphant tune, but it carries a steady confidence — the kind that comes from knowing who you belong to, and what you’ve been given through grace.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always aim to carry the heart of the song, and this one felt like a prayer of gratitude — a melody shaped by wonder.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take time to reflect on what you’ve already received through Jesus. Even if life feels uncertain, remember this truth: the riches of Christ are unsearchable — deeper than sorrow, greater than success, and freely given to those who believe. Riches unsearchable, riches divine — treasures of mercy and love that are mine.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 22:14:39 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior” is a hymn of deep humility. It’s a cry for mercy — not demanding, but full of trust. There’s nothing casual about it. This hymn is the voice of someone who knows they need the Savior’s touch, and who dares to call out, believing He will not turn away.
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          Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
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          Hear my humble cry,
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          While on others Thou art calling,
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          Do not pass me by.
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          Savior, Savior,
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          Hear my humble cry;
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          While on others Thou art calling,
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          Do not pass me by.
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          Let me at a throne of mercy
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          Find a sweet relief;
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          Kneeling there in deep contrition,
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          Help my unbelief. 
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          Trusting only in Thy merit,
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          Would I seek Thy face;
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          Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
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          Save me by Thy grace. 
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          Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
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          More than life to me,
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          Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
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          Whom in heav'n but Thee?
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This moving hymn was written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1868, during one of her many visits to a prison where she regularly ministered to inmates. After one of her talks, a man reportedly cried out, “Good Lord, do not pass me by!” That moment stirred something in her heart, and it became the foundation of this hymn.
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          The melody, composed by William H. Doane, is gentle and emotional, matching the tone of the lyrics. It became widely used in revival meetings, altar calls, and times of personal reflection, reminding believers that it’s okay — even necessary — to bring their need directly to Jesus.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn is powerful because it’s honest. It doesn’t try to cover up weakness — it brings it straight to the Lord. And it doesn’t just beg for attention; it trusts that Jesus is near, listening, and willing to respond.
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          A verse that mirrors this message is Hebrews 4:16 (NIV):
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          Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
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          The hymn doesn’t come in pride, but it does come in faith — knowing Jesus hears those who cry out to Him.
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          My Violin Cover
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          When I arranged “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior” for violin, I kept it soft and emotional. The melody gently rises and falls, like a prayer in musical form. I wanted the listener to feel the yearning and the hope in each note — the plea of someone looking to Christ alone.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let the arrangement carry the same emotion as the words. In this one, that meant quiet desperation met with grace.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to be honest with God about your needs. He’s not far. He’s not too busy. He’s near. Let this hymn remind you that when you cry out, Jesus hears you. Savior, Savior — hear my humble cry. While on others Thou art calling, do not pass me by.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 22:13:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Redeemed, How I Love to Proclaim It!</title>
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          “Redeemed, How I Love to Proclaim It!” is a hymn bursting with gratitude. Every line sings with joy over what Christ has done — not just saving us, but claiming us as His own. It’s a personal song, not just about redemption in theory, but about living as someone who has been bought with a price and brought into the family of God.
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          Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
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          Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
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          Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
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          His child, and forever, I am.
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          Redeemed, redeemed,
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          Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
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          Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
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          His child, and forever, I am.
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          I think of my blessed Redeemer,
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          I think of Him all the day long;
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          I sing, for I cannot be silent;
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          His love is the theme of my song.
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          I know I shall see in His beauty
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          The King in whose law I delight,
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          Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps,
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          And giveth me songs in the night.
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          If you get there before I do,
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          Coming for to carry me home,
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          Tell all my friends I’m coming too,
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          Coming for to carry me home. 
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          I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,
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          But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
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          Coming for to carry me home.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1882, a woman who never tired of writing about her Redeemer. Though she was blind from infancy, her vision of God's grace was clear and deep. This hymn reflects her personal assurance — she didn’t just know about redemption, she lived in it. Her words aren’t quiet or reserved; they’re full of bold celebration.
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          The tune, written by William J. Kirkpatrick, is light and joyful, perfectly matching Crosby’s lyrics. Together, they created a hymn that invites every believer to sing boldly of what Christ has done.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn is about identity — being marked by the love of Christ. It’s not just about what we’re saved from, but what we’re saved for. It emphasizes a close, ongoing relationship with Jesus, not as a distant Savior, but as a present Redeemer and Friend.
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          A verse that echoes this truth is Isaiah 43:1 (NIV):
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          “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.”
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          That’s what this hymn proclaims — not just that we are forgiven, but that we are His.
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          My Violin Cover
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          When I arranged “Redeemed, How I Love to Proclaim It!” for violin, I leaned into the brightness of the melody. It’s a joyful song, so I kept the pace upbeat and the tone clear. Every phrase is meant to sound like a smile — not rushed, but filled with energy and light.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to bring out the heart of each piece. This one is about belonging, and the peace and joy that come from knowing you are redeemed.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let your heart join in the celebration. If you’re in Christ, you are redeemed — not halfway, not temporarily, but fully and forever. Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus — no language my rapture can tell.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 22:11:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>jonathan@thesiteforsites.com (Jonathan Anderson)</author>
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      <title>Swing Low, Sweet Chariot</title>
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          “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” is more than just a song — it’s a cry from the soul. It speaks of hope beyond suffering, of rest beyond struggle, and of a heavenly home where peace awaits. There’s a quiet strength in its simplicity, and a deep, spiritual longing that has carried this hymn through generations.
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          Swing low, sweet chariot,
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          Swing low, sweet chariot,
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          I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
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          Coming for to carry me home?
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          A band of angels coming after me.
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          Coming for to carry me home. 
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          If you get there before I do,
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          But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn is a spiritual, rooted in the African American experience during the time of slavery in the United States. Though its exact origin is uncertain, it was most famously popularized by Wallace Willis, a freedman from Oklahoma in the mid-1800s. Inspired by the story of Elijah being taken to heaven in a chariot of fire (2 Kings 2:11), the song blends biblical imagery with the longing for freedom — both earthly and eternal.
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          “Swing Low” became a song of hope for those who suffered deeply but held on to the promise of deliverance — whether that meant freedom from slavery, or the promise of heaven itself. It was later adopted into folk and gospel traditions and is now one of the most well-known spirituals in the world.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          The strength of this hymn lies in its simplicity and sincerity. It doesn’t try to impress — it speaks straight from the heart. The lyrics carry a quiet anticipation of heaven, but also reflect the burdens of life on earth. It’s a song for anyone who has ever felt tired, homesick for heaven, or in need of comfort.
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          A verse that captures this longing is John 14:2–3 (NIV):
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          My Father’s house has many rooms… I am going there to prepare a place for you… I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.
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          This hymn echoes that promise — a reminder that Christ will come again to bring His people home.
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          When I arranged “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” for violin, I wanted to keep the spirit of the original spiritual — soulful, steady, and full of longing. I didn’t add much flair, just gentle phrasing and a sense of movement, like a chariot slowly rolling through the sky. It’s a song you feel as much as you hear.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to stay true to the emotion behind each melody. This one called for hopeful reverence — a sound that reaches upward.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn remind you that heaven is not far. Christ is preparing a place. Whether your heart is light or heavy today, remember that the journey doesn’t end here. Swing low, sweet chariot — coming for to carry me home.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 22:09:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood</title>
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          “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood” is a hymn that speaks boldly of grace — not soft or subtle, but rich and direct. It points straight to the cross and the cleansing power of Christ’s blood. In its vivid language, it holds nothing back, reminding us that our hope isn’t in effort or religion, but in the sacrifice of Jesus.
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          There is a fountain filled with blood
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          Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
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          And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
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          Lose all their guilty stains:
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          Lose all their guilty stains,
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          Lose all their guilty stains;
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          And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
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          Lose all their guilty stains.
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          The dying thief rejoiced to see
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          That fountain in his day;
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          And there may I, though vile as he,
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          Wash all my sins away:
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          Wash all my sins away,
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          Wash all my sins away;
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          And there may I, though vile as he,
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          Wash all my sins away.
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          Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
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          Shall never lose its pow'r,
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          Till all the ransomed Church of God
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          Be saved, to sin no more:
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          Be saved, to sin no more,
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          Be saved, to sin no more;
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          Till all the ransomed Church of God
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          Be saved to sin no more.
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          E'er since by faith I saw the stream
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          Thy flowing wounds supply,
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          Redeeming love has been my theme,
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          And shall be till I die:
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          And shall be till I die,
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          And shall be till I die;
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          Redeeming love has been my theme,
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          And shall be till I die.
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          When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
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          Lies silent in the grave,
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          Then in a nobler, sweeter song
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          I'll sing Thy pow'r to save:
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          I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
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          I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
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          Then in a nobler, sweeter song
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This powerful hymn was written by William Cowper in 1772, a poet and believer who struggled deeply with depression and doubt. During one of his darkest times, Cowper came to trust in Christ’s mercy. He wrote this hymn as a personal declaration of that trust — not from a place of spiritual pride, but from a heart that had been rescued.
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          The vivid imagery may seem strong to modern ears, but in Cowper’s day, it was a deeply moving expression of how much he valued the saving work of Jesus. The most common tune used today is Cleansing Fountain, which pairs the serious message with a steady, solemn melody.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn doesn’t avoid the reality of sin — it confronts it head-on and then points to the cross as the answer. It reminds us that even the guiltiest can be washed clean. Lines like “the dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day” draw straight from Scripture and speak hope to every soul.
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          A verse that captures this message is 1 John 1:7 (NIV):
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          But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light… the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
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          That is what this hymn is about — cleansing, not by effort, but by grace through the blood of Christ.
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          When I arranged “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood” for violin, I wanted to reflect both the seriousness and the hope in the melody. I kept the tone reverent but steady, letting the weight of the music speak. The flow is simple, but the message is strong.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to carry the emotional truth of each hymn — and this one carries thankfulness for the cleansing that only Jesus can give.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the truth of this hymn settle into your heart. Whether you feel near or far from God, this is where we all begin — at the fountain. Lose all your guilty stains. Find peace, not in yourself, but in the blood that still flows.
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          “The Cry of the Poor” is a hymn that echoes God’s deep care for those who are hurting. It’s not flashy or loud — it’s gentle, honest, and full of hope for the weary. This song reminds us that the Lord hears, sees, and responds to the cries of His people, especially those who are often overlooked by the world.
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          The Lord hears the cry of the poor
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          Blessed be the Lord
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          I will bless the Lord at all times
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          With praise ever in my mouth
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          Let my soul glory in the Lord
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          Who will hear the cry of the poor
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          The Lord hears the cry of the poor
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          Blessed be the Lord
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          We proclaim your greatness, O God
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          This modern hymn was written by John Foley, S.J. in 1978, a Jesuit composer known for his thoughtful, Scripture-based worship music. The song is based directly on Psalm 34, and it became especially popular in churches committed to service, outreach, and lifting up the vulnerable. It has been sung in both quiet devotional gatherings and public justice-oriented events, reflecting its ability to reach hearts in many settings.
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          What makes this hymn stand out is its combination of humility and strength — a gentle melody paired with bold confidence that God is near to the brokenhearted.
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          The lyrics are drawn straight from the Psalms, and that’s part of the power. It’s not poetry for its own sake — it’s Scripture in song. “The Lord hears the cry of the poor; blessed be the Lord.” That truth gives dignity to every voice, no matter how small or burdened.
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          A verse that fits the heart of this hymn is Psalm 34:17–18 (NIV):
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          The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
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          It’s a reminder that God is not distant — He’s with those who hurt. He listens. And He saves.
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          When I arranged “The Cry of the Poor” for violin, I kept the tone gentle and prayerful. The melody carries a kind of quiet confidence — so I tried not to rush, letting each note speak with care. It’s not a loud song, but it’s full of meaning.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to reflect the emotional message of the piece. This one carries both compassion and trust — the sound of someone calling out to God, and knowing He hears.
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          The video is below. As you listen, remember those who are suffering — and remember your own needs, too. Whether you are in a place of strength or struggle, let this hymn remind you that God hears every cry. The Lord hears the cry of the poor. Blessed be the Lord.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:33:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>To God Be The Glory</title>
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          “To God Be the Glory” is a hymn that lifts the heart immediately. From the very first line, it points upward — celebrating the greatness of God and the finished work of Christ. It’s not about asking for help or comfort — it’s about giving praise. Pure, joyful, grateful praise for everything God has done.
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          To God be the glory, great things he has done!
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          So loved he the world that he gave us his Son,
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          who yielded his life an atonement for sin,
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          and opened the life-gate that all may go in.
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          Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord,
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          Let the earth hear his voice!
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          Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
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          Let the people rejoice!
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          O come to the Father through Jesus the Son
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          and give him the glory, great things he has done!
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          Great things he has taught us, great things he has done,
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          and great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son,
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          but purer and higher and greater will be
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          our joy and our wonder, when Jesus we see.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This powerful hymn was written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1875, with music by her frequent collaborator William H. Doane. While Crosby is best known for more tender hymns of devotion, this one is full of celebration. It was originally published in the U.S. but became even more popular in Great Britain.
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          The hymn was later reintroduced to American churches during a crusade led by Ira Sankey and Dwight L. Moody, and it quickly became a favorite across denominations. Its timeless melody and gospel-rich lyrics continue to stir hearts around the world today.
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          The hymn is all about God’s glory — not ours. It celebrates salvation as a gift of grace, completely finished in Christ. Every line draws attention to God’s greatness, His love, and the joy we have because of what He’s done. And it leads to the natural response: praise.
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          A verse that reflects the spirit of this hymn is 1 Chronicles 16:28–29 (NIV):
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          Ascribe to the Lord, all you families of nations, ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name; bring an offering and come before him. Worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.
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          “To God Be the Glory” reminds us that worship is the right response to grace — not because we must, but because we can’t help it.
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          When I arranged “To God Be the Glory” for violin, I wanted the melody to feel full and bright. The notes are naturally triumphant, so I leaned into that — playing with strength, joy, and just a little flourish to reflect the celebration in the lyrics.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to reflect the emotional tone of the song. This one called for confidence — a sound that lifts the spirit and points the heart toward heaven.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to think about all God has done for you — not just in general, but personally. This hymn isn’t just about past events — it’s about praise that still belongs to God today. Great things He has done — so loved He the world that He gave us His Son.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:30:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Trusting Jesus</title>
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          “Trusting Jesus” is a hymn that walks, not runs. It isn’t about dramatic miracles or emotional highs — it’s about choosing to trust, one step at a time. Whether in joy or sorrow, ease or trial, this hymn reminds us that trusting Jesus daily is not a one-time act, but a way of living with peace and confidence.
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          Simply trusting every day,
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          Trusting through a stormy way;
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          Even when my faith is small,
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          Trusting Jesus, that is all.
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          Trusting as the moments fly,
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          Trusting as the days go by;
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          Trusting Him whate’er befall,
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          Brightly doth His Spirit shine
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          Into this poor heart of mine;
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          While He leads I cannot fall;
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          Praying if the path be drear;
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          If in danger for Him call;
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          Trusting Him while life shall last,
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          Trusting Him till earth be past;
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          The lyrics were written by Edgar P. Stites in 1876, a former riverboat pilot and Civil War veteran who became a Methodist preacher. He knew what it meant to face hardship, and his hymns often reflected a deep, personal faith.
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          The music was composed by Ira D. Sankey, a gospel singer and composer closely associated with the evangelist D.L. Moody. Sankey’s simple, peaceful tune matched the steady tone of the lyrics perfectly, and the hymn became a favorite in services focused on trust, perseverance, and quiet strength.
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          This hymn doesn’t avoid reality — it speaks straight into it. “Simply trusting every day… even when my faith is small.” Those words meet us where we are, not where we wish we were. And they gently point us back to the One who never fails.
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          A verse that reflects this message is Isaiah 26:3–4 (NIV):
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          You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.
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          The hymn doesn’t promise life without storms — it offers peace in the midst of them, through quiet, daily trust.
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          When I arranged “Trusting Jesus” for violin, I aimed for simplicity and steadiness. I didn’t want anything too fast or ornate — just a smooth, flowing sound that reflected the calm rhythm of the hymn. Each phrase moves forward gently, like a walk with Jesus through a peaceful path, even when the world feels uncertain.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to let the heart of the message shape the music — and this one is all about trust that doesn’t waver, even when the road is rough.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn slow you down. Let it remind you that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s just the quiet decision to trust Him again today. Trusting as the moments fly, trusting as the days go by, trusting Him whatever befall — trusting Jesus, that is all.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:28:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>He Hideth My Soul</title>
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          “He Hideth My Soul” is a hymn that wraps the believer in peace. It’s a song of safety — not because life is easy, but because God is faithful. It reminds us that no matter the storm, no matter the burden, there is a quiet place of refuge in Christ. A place where grace flows freely, and where fear gives way to rest.
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          A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
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          A wonderful Savior to me;
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          He's hiding my soul in the cleft of the rock,
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          Where rivers of pleasure I see.
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          He's hiding my soul in the cleft of the rock
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          That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
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          He's hiding my life in the depths of his love
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          And cov'ring me there with his hand,
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          And cov'ring me there with his hand.
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          A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord;
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          He carries my burdens away,
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          He's holding me up, and I shall not be moved;
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          He's giving me strength day by day.
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          With numberless blessings each moment he crowns
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          And fills with his fullness divine;
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          I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
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          For such a Redeemer is mine. 
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          When clothed in his brightness, transported I rise
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          To meet him in clouds of the sky,
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          His perfect salvation, his wonderful love,
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          I'll shout with the millions on high. 
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The lyrics were written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1890, one of her later hymns after decades of writing songs that shaped Christian worship. Though she was blind for most of her life, Crosby wrote about spiritual vision — about seeing God’s hand even when life is unclear.
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          This hymn was set to music by William J. Kirkpatrick, a composer and music leader who frequently partnered with Crosby. Together, they created a melody that flows gently and confidently, matching the hymn’s message of assurance.
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          The strength of this hymn is in its calm certainty. It doesn’t cry out in desperation — it sings from a place of quiet confidence. The title comes from Exodus 33:22, when God tells Moses, “I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand.” That’s the image: God Himself sheltering us.
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          A verse that reflects the heart of this hymn is Psalm 32:7 (NIV):
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          You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.
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          This hymn reminds us that in Christ, we are not exposed — we are covered. Hidden in Him. Kept by His love.
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          When I arranged “He Hideth My Soul” for violin, I leaned into the hymn’s gentle flow. The melody rises and falls like a calm breath, and I tried to reflect that steady rhythm throughout. It’s not a song to be rushed — it’s one to be felt, slowly and fully.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is always to reflect the spirit of the words. This one called for peace — not silence, but security. A quiet joy in being held.
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          The video is below. As you listen, picture the hand of God over you — not just in the big storms, but in every ordinary moment. Let this hymn remind you that you are not forgotten or exposed. He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry, thirsty land.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:26:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Softly and Tenderly</title>
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          “Softly and Tenderly” is a hymn that doesn’t shout — it calls gently, lovingly, and with patience. It’s the sound of grace reaching out without force, reminding the listener that Jesus is always inviting, always waiting, always near. There’s a deep calm in this hymn, one that speaks straight to the heart.
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          Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
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          calling for you and for me;
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          see, on the portals he's waiting and watching,
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          watching for you and for me.
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          Come home, come home;
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          you who are weary come home;
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          earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
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          calling, O sinner, come home!
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          Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
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          pleading for you and for me?
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          Why should we linger and heed not his mercies,
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          mercies for you and for me? 
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          Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
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          passing from you and from me;
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          shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
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          coming for you and for me. 
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          O for the wonderful love he has promised,
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          promised for you and for me!
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          Though we have sinned, he has mercy and pardon,
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          pardon for you and for me. 
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          This hymn was written in 1880 by Will L. Thompson, an American composer who had a heart for creating songs that touched everyday people. Though he wrote both secular and sacred music, this hymn became one of his most enduring works.
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          It was often sung at revival services and during altar calls, but over the years, it became beloved in quiet moments too — funerals, personal devotions, and times of reflection. Thompson reportedly tried to visit evangelist Dwight L. Moody as he was dying, and when Moody was told that “Softly and Tenderly” was written by Thompson, he said, “Will, I would rather have written that song than anything I’ve ever done in my life.”
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          This hymn reminds us that Jesus doesn’t give up. The repeated lines — “Come home, come home” — carry no anger, only love. It’s not a call to religion, but to relationship. It’s a reminder that no matter how far we wander, the door is still open, and the Savior is still calling.
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          A verse that echoes this message is Luke 15:20 (NIV):
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          But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him…
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          Like the father in the parable of the prodigal son, this hymn reflects Christ’s heart: ready to receive, not to condemn.
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          When I arranged “Softly and Tenderly” for violin, I kept the pacing slow and intimate. It’s not a hymn that needs dramatic build — it needs space and gentleness. I let each note linger, to match the tenderness of the message.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to express the tone of the lyrics, and this one was about invitation. No pressure. Just a soft, steady call to come home.
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          The video is below. As you listen, picture Jesus calling you — not in anger, but with open arms. Whether you’re near or far, the message is the same: come home. Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling — calling for you and for me.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:25:01 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Rock of Ages” is a hymn of surrender — not dramatic or loud, but quiet and certain. It’s the voice of someone who knows they can’t save themselves and has found a safe place to rest in Christ. The words carry a deep humility, but also unshakable peace: the kind that comes from knowing your hope is anchored in something eternal.
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          Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
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          let me hide myself in thee;
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          let the water and the blood,
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          from thy wounded side which flowed,
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          be of sin the double cure;
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          save from wrath and make me pure.
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          Not the labors of my hands
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          can fulfill thy law's demands;
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          could my zeal no respite know,
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          could my tears forever flow,
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          all for sin could not atone;
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          thou must save, and thou alone.
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          Nothing in my hand I bring,
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          simply to the cross I cling;
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          naked, come to thee for dress;
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          helpless, look to thee for grace;
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          foul, I to the fountain fly;
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          wash me, Savior, or I die.
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          While I draw this fleeting breath,
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          when mine eyes shall close in death,
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          when I soar to worlds unknown,
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          see thee on thy judgment throne,
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          Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
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          let me hide myself in thee.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The hymn was written in 1776 by Augustus M. Toplady, a British pastor who was deeply committed to the doctrine of salvation by grace alone. The inspiration is said to have come during a storm, when Toplady found shelter in the cleft of a rock in the English countryside. That physical moment became a spiritual metaphor — Christ as the rock, cleft for us, sheltering us from judgment.
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          The most common tune used today, Toplady, was composed by Thomas Hastings in the 1800s. Its slow, solemn rhythm perfectly matches the weight of the lyrics, allowing time to reflect on every line.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn offers no self-confidence — just complete dependence on Jesus. It doesn’t ask for strength or help — it asks for mercy. Lines like “Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling” cut through pride and point directly to the gospel.
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          A verse that reflects this beautifully is Isaiah 26:4 (NIV):
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          Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.
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          The hymn isn’t just poetic — it’s theological. It acknowledges our helplessness and exalts the sufficiency of Christ.
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          When I arranged “Rock of Ages” for violin, I approached it slowly and prayerfully. The melody doesn’t need to move fast — it needs to rest. I let each phrase breathe, reflecting the quiet confidence of someone clinging to grace and grace alone.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to match the depth and emotion of each piece. For this hymn, it was about stillness and surrender — no rush, just reverence.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn guide you to a place of rest — not in what you can do, but in what Christ has already done. Let the melody remind you that your salvation is not fragile, because the Rock you rest on never moves. Rock of Ages, cleft for me — let me hide myself in Thee.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:22:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Jesus Is Tenderly Calling</title>
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          “Jesus Is Tenderly Calling” is a hymn that speaks softly — not with pressure, but with love. It’s a gentle invitation, not a demand. Through every note and word, it reminds us that Christ doesn’t shout from a distance — He calls to us with patience, compassion, and open arms.
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          Jesus is tenderly calling thee home-
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          Calling today, calling today;
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          Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam
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          Farther and farther away?
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          Calling today,
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          Calling today,
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          Jesus is calling,
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          Is tenderly calling today.
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          Jesus is calling the weary to rest-
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          Calling today, calling today;
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          Bring Him thy burden and thou shalt be blest-
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          He will not turn thee away.
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          Jesus is waiting; O come to Him now-
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          Waiting today, waiting today;
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          Come with thy sins, at His feet lowly bow-
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          Come, and no longer delay. 
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          Jesus is pleading; O list to His voice-
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          Hear Him today, hear Him today;
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          They who believe on His name shall rejoice-
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          Quickly arise and away.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The lyrics were written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1883, a writer known for capturing both the power and gentleness of the gospel in her hymns. She wrote this particular hymn during a time when many revival services focused on personal surrender. Her desire was to reflect the tender side of Christ — the Savior who calls softly, again and again.
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          The music was composed by George C. Stebbins, a skilled evangelistic song leader who often collaborated with Crosby. His melody gave the hymn its inviting, reflective tone. Over time, “Jesus Is Tenderly Calling” became a regular part of altar calls and revival meetings, sung as people responded to the love of Christ.
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          Unlike hymns that shout with triumph, this one whispers with grace. It reminds us that Jesus is always near — always calling — even when we’ve wandered, waited, or ignored Him. It’s a hymn of invitation: not to religion, but to relationship.
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          A verse that reflects the heart of this hymn is Matthew 11:28–29 (NIV):
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          Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
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          That’s the voice this hymn reflects — not stern, but gentle and humble. The kind of voice that still calls today.
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          When I arranged “Jesus Is Tenderly Calling” for violin, I focused on the tenderness. I played it slowly, letting each note speak with care and quiet invitation. There’s no rush in this hymn — just gentle repetition, like a Savior who keeps calling because He loves.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to reflect the feeling behind the song. For this one, the feeling was warmth — a reminder that grace is near.
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          The video is below. As you listen, don’t just hear the melody — listen for the voice of Jesus behind it. He still calls. Gently. Patiently. Lovingly. Jesus is tenderly calling you home — calling today, calling today.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:21:24 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Standing on the Promises” is a hymn that stands tall. It’s full of strength, conviction, and bold faith in God’s Word. Every line is a reminder that in a world full of shifting ground, there is something we can count on without fail: the promises of God.
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          Standing on the promises of Christ, my King!
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          Through eternal ages let His praises ring.
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          "Glory in the highest!" I will shout and sing,
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          standing on the promises of God.
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          standing on the promises of God, my Savior;
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          standing, standing,
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          I’m standing on the promises of God.
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          Standing on the promises that cannot fail!
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          When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
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          by the living Word of God I shall prevail,
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          standing on the promises of God. 
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          Standing on the promises, I now can see
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          perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
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          standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
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          Standing on the promises of Christ, the Lord,
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          bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
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          overcoming daily with the Spirit’s Sword,
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          Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
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          list'ning ev'ry moment to the Spirit’s call,
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          resting in my Savior as my all in all,
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1886 by Russell Kelso Carter, a man who wore many hats — teacher, coach, military man, and pastor. But it was during a season of personal illness that he began to truly lean on the truths he had taught for years. With his health failing, Carter turned to the Bible and chose to stand on the promises he found there — not just mentally, but with his whole heart.
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          Out of that conviction, he wrote this hymn. The music and lyrics came together as a powerful declaration of what it means to trust God completely. It quickly became a favorite at revivals and church gatherings for its upbeat energy and unwavering message.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          “Standing on the Promises” isn’t a passive hymn — it’s active. It doesn’t just talk about hope or faith in vague terms. It declares that because God has spoken, we can live boldly, without fear or doubt. It reminds us that the foundation of our faith isn’t feelings — it’s truth.
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          For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God.
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          This hymn calls us to live like we believe that — not wavering, but standing.
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          When I arranged “Standing on the Promises” for violin, I wanted to capture its steady rhythm and victorious tone. It has a marching quality to it — not rushed, but full of movement and purpose. I kept the notes strong and clear, letting the melody reflect the confidence of the message.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to express the heart of each piece — and this one is about assurance. So I let the playing speak that steady, hopeful strength.
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          The video is below. As you listen, think about the promises of God that you’re standing on right now — and if you’re unsure, go back to His Word. Let this hymn remind you that His Word doesn’t shift, and His love never fails. Standing on the promises of Christ my King — through eternal ages let His praises ring.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:19:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing</title>
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          “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” is a hymn of longing and grace. It’s a prayer set to music — a quiet request for God to keep our hearts near to Him. With poetic language and honest confession, this hymn captures what many believers feel: a deep love for Christ and a constant need for His help to stay close.
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          Come, thou Fount of every blessing;
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          tune my heart to sing thy grace;
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          streams of mercy, never ceasing,
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          call for songs of loudest praise.
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          Teach me some melodious sonnet,
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          sung by flaming tongues above;
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          praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
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          mount of God’s unchanging love!
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          Here I raise my Ebenezer;
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          hither by thy help I’m come;
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          and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
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          safely to arrive at home.
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          Jesus sought me when a stranger,
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          wandering from the fold of God;
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          he, to rescue me from danger,
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          interposed his precious blood.
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          O to grace how great a debtor
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          daily I’m constrained to be!
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          Let that grace now, like a fetter,
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          bind my wandering heart to thee.
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          Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
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          prone to leave the God I love;
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          here’s my heart; O take and seal it;
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          seal it for thy courts above.
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          The hymn was written in 1758 by Robert Robinson, a 22-year-old preacher who had come to faith after living a reckless early life. After his conversion, Robinson penned this hymn as a reflection of both God’s mercy and his own tendency to wander. It first appeared in a collection called A Collection of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Alley.
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          The most familiar melody used today is an American folk tune known as Nettleton. Its gentle, flowing rhythm pairs beautifully with Robinson’s words, making the hymn both peaceful and heartfelt. Over the centuries, it has become one of the most loved hymns in the Christian world.
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          This hymn is powerful because of its honesty. It praises God for His blessings and grace, but it also admits weakness — “prone to wander, Lord, I feel it.” That line alone has resonated with generations of believers who know what it means to drift and to be drawn back by mercy.
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          A verse that matches the heart of this hymn is Psalm 86:11 (NIV):
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          Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.
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          This hymn is that exact prayer — “bind my wandering heart to Thee.”
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          When I arranged “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” for violin, I wanted to let the melody feel like a personal prayer. The tune is flowing and reflective, so I kept the pacing natural, giving space between phrases to let the beauty and longing of the song come through.
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          With Violin Hymns, I aim to express the heart of each song — and this one carries both gratitude and quiet dependence. It’s not flashy. It’s steady, like grace itself.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn become your own prayer. Whether you feel near or far from God right now, His grace is still drawing you. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing — tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:16:49 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Praise Him! Praise Him!” is a hymn that bursts with joy. From the very first line, it calls all of heaven and earth to lift up the name of Jesus with loud, grateful praise. It’s not quiet or reflective — it’s bold and confident, a celebration of who Christ is and all He’s done. Every word pushes upward in adoration.
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          Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
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          Sing, O earth– His wonderful love proclaim!
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          Hail Him! Hail Him! highest archangels in glory;
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          strength and honor give to His holy name!
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          Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children;
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          in His arms He carries them all day long.
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          Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness.
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          Praise Him! Praise Him ever in joyful song!
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          Praise Him, praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
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          For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died.
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          He, our Rock, our Hope of eternal salvation—
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          Hail Him! Hail Him! Jesus, the Crucified!
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          Sound His praises! Jesus, who bore our sorrows!
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          Love unbounded, wonderful, deep, and strong. 
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          Heav’nly portals loud with hosannas ring!
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          Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever.
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          Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet, and Priest, and King!
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          Christ is coming, over the world victorious;
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          pow’r and glory unto the Lord belong! 
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written by Fanny J. Crosby in 1869, one of the most beloved hymn writers in history. Though blind since infancy, Crosby’s heart was full of light and faith, and her hymns reflected her deep relationship with Jesus. “Praise Him! Praise Him!” is one of her more energetic and triumphant hymns, focused entirely on exalting Christ as Savior, Shepherd, and King.
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          The tune, written by Chester G. Allen, matches Crosby’s words with a lively, marching rhythm — making it easy for congregations to sing with energy and joy. It quickly became a favorite in revivals and worship services, especially in times of rejoicing.
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          This hymn doesn’t ask — it calls. It calls all believers to worship Jesus with their whole heart. It celebrates not only His power but His gentleness, not only His victory but His love. Each verse highlights a different aspect of Christ: Redeemer, Shepherd, Ruler, coming King.
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          A verse that reflects the heartbeat of this hymn is Psalm 150:6 (NIV):
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          Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
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          That’s the core message: praise Him, not just for what He’s done, but for who He is. Loudly, gladly, and with everything we have.
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          When I arranged “Praise Him! Praise Him!” for violin, I wanted the joy of the melody to come through clearly. I kept the rhythm light but strong, letting each phrase rise like a shout of praise. There’s a natural momentum to this hymn, and I followed that energy without rushing it.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to let the tone of the song lead the way — and this one called for celebration. It’s a musical declaration of joy in Jesus.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let your heart lift in praise — not because everything is perfect, but because Jesus is worthy. Let this hymn remind you that even in a noisy world, His name is still the highest, and His love the strongest. Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness! Praise Him ever in joyful song.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:13:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>When I Survey the Wondrous Cross</title>
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          “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” is a hymn that brings you face to face with the weight and beauty of the crucifixion. It doesn’t rush through the moment or explain it away — it invites you to pause and look, to truly consider what the cross means and what it cost. It’s a hymn of deep humility, leading us to worship not with noise, but with awe.
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          When I survey the wondrous cross
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          on which the Prince of glory died,
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          my richest gain I count but loss,
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          and pour contempt on all my pride.
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          Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
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          save in the death of Christ, my God!
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          All the vain things that charm me most,
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          I sacrifice them through his blood.
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          See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
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          sorrow and love flow mingled down.
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          Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
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          or thorns compose so rich a crown?
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          Were the whole realm of nature mine,
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          that were a present far too small.
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          Love so amazing, so divine,
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          demands my soul, my life, my all.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          Written in 1707 by Isaac Watts, this hymn is one of the earliest examples of English hymns that spoke from personal experience rather than simply paraphrasing Scripture. Watts wanted worship to be not only biblical but heartfelt, and this hymn reflects that desire.
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          It was originally written for communion services and has become one of the most cherished Lenten and Easter hymns around the world. The tune most often paired with it today is Hamburg, a quiet and solemn melody that allows the words to speak clearly. Over 300 years later, it still moves hearts with its quiet power.
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          The language in this hymn is simple, but the message is incredibly deep. It asks us to reflect — to survey the cross, not just glance at it. It helps us see the crucifixion not as a distant event, but as a deeply personal sacrifice made for us. Lines like “See, from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down” stir the soul to worship.
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          A verse that captures the heart of this hymn is Galatians 6:14 (NIV):
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          May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
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          That’s exactly the tone this hymn sets — quiet, surrendered, and fully centered on the cross.
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          My Violin Cover
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          When I arranged “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” for violin, I approached it with simplicity and reverence. The melody is solemn and sacred, so I let the notes breathe, allowing space for quiet reflection between each phrase.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to serve the heart of the hymn, and this one asked for stillness — not performance, but meditation. It’s a hymn that doesn’t need anything extra. It speaks clearly on its own.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let yourself truly survey the cross — not from a distance, but with a heart willing to see the love and sorrow mingled there. Let the melody draw you near to the One who gave everything. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:12:00 GMT</pubDate>
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          “No, Not One” is a hymn that gently reminds us we’re not alone. It’s full of warmth and assurance, lifting our eyes to Jesus — not just as Savior, but as the Friend who never leaves. The message is simple: there’s no one like Jesus. No one else understands so fully, stays so faithfully, or loves so deeply.
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          There's not a friend like the lowly Jesus.
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          No, not one! No, not one!
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          None else could heal all our soul's diseases.
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          No, not one! No, not one!
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          Jesus knows all about our struggles;
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          He will guide till the day is done.
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          No friend like Him is so high and holy.
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          There's not an hour that He is not near us.
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          No night so dark but His love can cheer us.
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          Did ever saint find this Friend forsake him?
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          Was e'er a gift like the Savior given?
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          Will He refuse us a home in heaven?
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1895 by Johnson Oatman Jr., a prolific hymn writer known for songs like Count Your Blessings. Oatman often wrote about the everyday walk of faith — songs that encouraged hearts and reminded people of God’s constant care.
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          The music was composed by George C. Hugg, who helped bring Oatman’s lyrics to life with a melody that’s both joyful and comforting. “No, Not One” quickly became a favorite in revivals and churches across the country, especially in times when people needed the reminder that Jesus is always near.
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          This hymn stands out for its tender honesty. It doesn’t avoid the reality of hardship — it simply answers it with a truth: Jesus knows all about our struggles. And not only does He know — He walks through them with us. There’s no night too dark, no wound too deep, and no burden too heavy that Jesus doesn’t understand.
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          A verse that reflects this promise is Hebrews 4:15–16 (NIV):
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          For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses… Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
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          The hymn doesn’t give shallow comfort — it gives us Christ Himself, and reminds us there truly is no friend like the lowly Jesus.
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          When I arranged “No, Not One” for violin, I wanted to capture its gentle joy. The melody is steady and sweet, and I tried to play it with warmth — not too fast, not too slow — just enough to let each phrase feel like a soft assurance.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to match the feeling of the words, and this one felt like a quiet smile — the kind that comes from knowing you’re never alone.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let your heart rest in the truth this hymn offers. Whatever you’re facing, Jesus knows. He sees. He stays. There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus — no, not one.
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 23:09:29 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Are You Washed in the Blood” is a hymn that doesn’t just tell — it asks. It puts the gospel in the form of a question and invites the listener to respond. It’s energetic, joyful, and clear about the heart of salvation: the cleansing power of Jesus’ blood.
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          Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r?
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          Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
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          Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
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          Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
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          Are you washed in the blood,
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          In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
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          Are your garments spotless?
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          Are they white as snow?
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          Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?
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          Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
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          Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
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          When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white?
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          Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
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          And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?
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          Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin.
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          There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean,
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          O be washed in the blood of the Lamb! [Refrain]
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1878 by Elisha A. Hoffman, a pastor and songwriter who wrote over 2,000 gospel songs. He had a passion for creating hymns that were easy for congregations to sing — lyrics that were memorable and melodies that were full of life.
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          “Are You Washed in the Blood” was written during a time when revivals and camp meetings were sweeping across the U.S. These gatherings often focused on repentance and assurance of salvation, and this hymn fit perfectly. Its call-and-response style made it easy for large crowds to sing — and even easier to remember.
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          What makes this hymn stand out is how direct it is. It doesn’t soften the message — it calls people to consider the condition of their soul. Yet it’s not fearful or condemning — it’s full of hope. The repeated line “Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?” is a reminder that there is a way to be made clean, and that way is through Jesus.
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          A verse that reflects the truth behind this hymn is Revelation 7:14 (NIV):
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          They have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
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          That image — robes made white by the blood — is the heart of the gospel. We don’t clean ourselves up to come to Christ; He cleanses us when we come to Him.
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          When I arranged “Are You Washed in the Blood” for violin, I wanted to keep its upbeat, almost playful energy. The melody has a bounce to it — it’s a hymn that moves. I kept the rhythm lively but still clear, letting the joy of the message come through in each note.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to bring out the emotion of the song — and this one called for boldness. It’s not a quiet hymn. It’s a joyful call to salvation.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the question sink in — not with fear, but with faith. Christ offers cleansing to all who come to Him. There’s no greater peace than knowing the answer to this question: Yes, I’ve been washed in the blood of the Lamb.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:30:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder</title>
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          “When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder” is a hymn full of joyful anticipation. It looks ahead — past today, past sorrow, past the limits of this life — and fixes its hope on the day when Christ gathers His people. It’s a song that marches with gladness, reminding believers that there’s a place and a moment prepared just for them in eternity.
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          When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more,
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          And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
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          When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
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          And the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.
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          On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
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          And the glory of his resurrection share;
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          When his chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
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          Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun;
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          Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care.
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          Then when all of life is over and our work on earth is done,
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          The hymn was written in 1893 by James M. Black, a Sunday school teacher and music leader. One day, during a class roll call, a student failed to respond. That small moment stirred something deeper in his heart — it made him think about the roll call in heaven. Would everyone’s name be called? Would they be ready?
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          That reflection led him to pen the now-famous chorus: “When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.” He wrote the music and lyrics quickly, and it soon spread through revivals and churches across the country. Its upbeat melody and encouraging message made it a favorite for believers eager to sing of heaven with hope and assurance.
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          This hymn isn’t weighed down by sorrow — it’s lifted by promise. It speaks of a day to come, when time shall be no more, and the faithful will rise to meet their Savior. The lyrics are simple, but the message is profound: be ready.
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          A verse that captures this hope is 1 Thessalonians 4:16–17 (NIV):
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          For the Lord himself will come down from heaven… and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive… will be caught up… to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.
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          That’s the picture this hymn paints — a heavenly gathering, names called out, and eternal joy in the presence of Jesus.
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          When I arranged “When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder” for violin, I leaned into its upbeat, almost marching rhythm. It’s a hymn that walks forward with gladness — not somber, but full of hope. I kept the tempo bright and the phrasing clear, to reflect that joy.
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          With Violin Hymns, I aim to let the emotion of the song lead the arrangement. This one didn’t ask for quiet reflection — it asked for joyful expectation.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let this hymn stir up hope in your heart. The roll will be called — and for those in Christ, there’s no fear in that moment, only joy. When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more… when the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:28:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Come, Ye Thankful People, Come</title>
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          “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come” is a hymn that draws us together in thanksgiving — not just for harvest or blessings, but for the faithfulness of God in every season. It carries the tone of a grateful gathering, calling the people of God to give thanks with full hearts and hopeful eyes fixed on eternity.
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          Come, ye thankful people, come,
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          Raise the song of harvest home;
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          All is safely gathered in,
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          Ere the winter storms begin;
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          God, our Maker, doth provide
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          For our wants to be supplied;
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          Come to God's own temple, come,
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          Raise the song of harvest home.
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          All the world is God’s own field,
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          Fruit unto His praise to yield;
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          Wheat and tares together sown,
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          Unto joy or sorrow grown;
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          Then the full corn shall appear;
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          Lord of harvest, grant that we
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          Wholesome grain and pure may be.
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          For the Lord our God shall come,
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          And shall take His harvest home;
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          From His field shall in that day
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          All offenses purge away;
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          Give His angels charge at last
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          In the fire the tares to cast;
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          But the fruitful ears to store
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          In His garner evermore.
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          Even so, Lord, quickly come
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          To Thy final harvest home;
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          Gather Thou Thy people in,
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          Free from sorrow, free from sin,
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          There, forever purified,
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          In Thy presence to abide;
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          Come, with all Thine angels, come,
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          Raise the glorious harvest home.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The lyrics were written in 1844 by Henry Alford, an English clergyman and scholar. Originally intended as a harvest hymn, it was written during a time when England’s churches would celebrate the gathering of crops each autumn. But Alford’s words go beyond the fields — they speak of a greater harvest, the final gathering of God’s people.
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          The most familiar melody, St. George’s Windsor, was composed by George J. Elvey, and it gives the hymn a stately, peaceful rhythm. Together, the music and lyrics form a song of both thanksgiving and anticipation — thanking God for His provision now, and looking forward to the day He brings His people home.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn begins with gratitude for the physical provision we can see — harvest, food, family, community. But by the second verse, it shifts into a deeper message: that Christ is Lord of the harvest, and that one day He will gather His people to Himself. It’s a song about faithfulness — both God’s and ours.
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          A verse that reflects the hymn’s dual message of thanksgiving and eternal hope is Matthew 9:37–38 (NIV):
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          Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”
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          This hymn reminds us that gratitude isn’t just about receiving — it’s about preparing for what’s to come and living ready to be gathered by the Lord.
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          When I arranged “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come” for violin, I aimed to keep it light and calm, like a peaceful procession. There’s a sense of gratitude built into the melody, and I tried to let that shine through with simple, warm phrasing.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to match the emotion of each song. This one doesn’t rush — it invites. It’s thankful, but also quietly joyful in looking forward to the final gathering in God’s eternal home.
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          The video is below. As you listen, think about all you’ve been given — not just materially, but spiritually. Let this hymn be your reminder that the God who provides now is also the One who will gather His people forever. Come, ye thankful people, come — raise the song of harvest home. All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:27:53 GMT</pubDate>
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          “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name” is a hymn that lifts up the name of Jesus with royal honor. It’s not quiet or reserved — it’s triumphant. From the very first line, it calls on every heart and every nation to join together and praise the King of Kings. This hymn isn’t just sung — it’s proclaimed.
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          All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!
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          Bring forth the royal diadem,
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          And crown Him Lord of all.
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          Bring forth the royal diadem,
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          And crown Him Lord of all.
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          Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,
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          Ye ransomed from the fall,
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          Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
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          And crown Him Lord of all.
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          Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
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          Let every kindred, every tribe
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          On this terrestrial ball,
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          To Him all majesty ascribe,
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          And crown Him Lord of all.
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          To Him all majesty ascribe,
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          And crown Him Lord of all.
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          O that with yonder sacred throng
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          We at His feet may fall!
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          We’ll join the everlasting song,
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          We’ll join the everlasting song,
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          The lyrics were written in 1779 by Edward Perronet, the son of a minister in the Church of England. Though from a quiet background, Perronet had a deep passion for Christ’s lordship and wanted to write something that honored the power of His name. His hymn was first published in a gospel magazine by the famous evangelist John Rippon and quickly became one of the most cherished hymns in English-speaking churches.
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          Later, different tunes were paired with the words — but the most popular today is Coronation, composed by Oliver Holden in the late 1700s. It’s a bold and regal melody that perfectly matches the tone of the lyrics. Whether sung in a small church or played by a full choir and orchestra, the message is the same: Jesus is worthy of every crown.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn is all about exalting Jesus — not just as Savior, but as King. It calls angels, saints, and all creation to fall before Him. There’s no hesitation, no question — just confident worship.
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          A verse that mirrors this exaltation is Philippians 2:9–10 (NIV):
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          Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth...
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          That’s exactly what this hymn declares. Whether now or someday soon, every knee will bow — and this hymn invites us to do it gladly, here and now.
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          When I arranged “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name” for violin, I kept its regal tone front and center. The melody rises with strength and purpose, and I played it with clarity and boldness to reflect that call to worship.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let the message of each song guide the arrangement. For this hymn, the message is clear: crown Him Lord of all. So I let each note echo that truth with conviction.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the music remind you of who Jesus truly is — not just a comforter or teacher, but King. This isn’t just a hymn — it’s a declaration: All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall. Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:27:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>For the Beauty of the Earth</title>
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          “For the Beauty of the Earth” is a hymn that opens your eyes to the blessings all around. It’s full of thankfulness — not just for heaven or salvation, but for the beauty of creation, friendship, family, and simple daily gifts. It’s a hymn of praise that feels quiet and cheerful, like a walk in nature with a heart full of worship.
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          For the joy of human love,
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          Brother, sister, parent, child,
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          Friends on earth and friends above,
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          For all gentle thoughts and mild—
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          Lord of all, to Thee we raise
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          This our hymn of grateful praise.
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          For Thy Church that evermore
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          Lifteth holy hands above,
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          Offering up on every shore
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          Her pure sacrifice of love—
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          Lord of all, to Thee we raise
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          This our hymn of grateful praise.
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          For Thyself, best Gift Divine,
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          To our race so freely giv’n,
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          For that great, great love of Thine,
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          Peace on earth and joy in heav’n—
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          Lord of all, to Thee we raise
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          This our hymn of grateful praise.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The lyrics were written in 1864 by Folliott S. Pierpoint, a 29-year-old schoolteacher from Bath, England. Inspired by the rolling hills and natural beauty surrounding him, Pierpoint wrote the poem as a way of giving thanks — not just for the scenery, but for every good gift from God.
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          It was originally intended as a communion hymn, but over time, its verses of gratitude made it a favorite for general worship, Thanksgiving services, and school ceremonies. The melody most often used today, Dix, was composed by Conrad Kocher and fits the lyrics with a gentle, uplifting flow.
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          What makes this hymn stand out is its pure thankfulness. It doesn’t dwell on suffering or struggle — it focuses on the beauty and goodness of God’s gifts. Every verse is a list of reasons to give thanks: the earth, the skies, the joy of human love, the church, and most of all, the love of Christ.
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          A verse that reflects this grateful heart is James 1:17 (NIV):
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          “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
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          This hymn gently reminds us to stop, notice, and thank the Giver — not just for eternal things, but for the everyday beauty He has placed in our lives.
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          When I arranged “For the Beauty of the Earth” for violin, I wanted to reflect its light, thankful tone. I kept the playing smooth and melodic, letting each phrase feel peaceful — like a hymn of quiet joy.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let the feeling of each song lead the way. This one didn’t need drama — it needed warmth and gratitude. The melody itself feels like praise rising gently from the heart.
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          The video is below. As you listen, think of the blessings in your own life — the ones we sometimes overlook. Let this hymn be your prayer of thanks, and remember the Giver behind every gift: Lord of all, to Thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:26:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>I Need Thee Every Hour</title>
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          “I Need Thee Every Hour” is one of those hymns that doesn’t rush or demand. It simply speaks a quiet truth — that we need God, not just in moments of crisis, but in every hour. The melody is gentle, and the lyrics feel more like a prayer than a song. It’s humble, honest, and deeply personal.
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          I need Thee every hour,
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          Most gracious Lord;
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          No tender voice like Thine
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          Can peace afford.
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          I need Thee, O I need Thee,
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          Every hour I need Thee;
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          O bless me now, my Savior,
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          I come to Thee.
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          Stay Thou nearby;
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          In joy or pain;
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          Come quickly and abide,
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          Or life is vain.
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          Teach me Thy will;
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          And Thy rich promises
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          In me fulfill.
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          Most Holy One;
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          Thou blessèd Son.
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          The hymn was written in 1872 by Annie S. Hawks, a wife and mother who was active in her local church in Brooklyn, New York. While going about her daily tasks, she was struck by a deep sense of the Lord’s presence — not just in big moments, but in the small, ordinary hours of the day. That feeling inspired her to write the words: “I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord.”
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          When she shared the poem with her pastor, Robert Lowry (who also wrote and composed other well-known hymns), he helped write the refrain and set it to music. The hymn was first introduced at a National Baptist Sunday School convention and quickly spread, becoming a favorite among believers for its sincerity and simplicity.
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          This hymn doesn't focus on struggle or sorrow directly. Instead, it highlights dependence — a humble, daily reliance on the presence and grace of God. It’s a reminder that we don’t just need God when life is hard — we need Him in everything: in joy, in peace, in work, in rest.
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          A verse that echoes this message is Psalm 73:26 (NIV):
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          “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
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          Every line of the hymn points to that truth. God isn’t just a helper in trouble — He’s the very strength and stillness of our hearts in every season.
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          When arranging “I Need Thee Every Hour” for violin, I focused on keeping it soft and devotional. It’s not a hymn that asks for volume — it asks for stillness. I let the phrases linger, giving space for reflection between each one.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always try to honor the tone of the original, and this one called for gentle honesty. I didn’t want to add too much — just let the melody speak.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the music be more than just sound — let it be a quiet reminder to stay close to God, moment by moment. Whether you’re in a calm season or a storm, let this hymn remind you: I need Thee every hour. Stay Thou nearby.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:25:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>It Is Well With My Soul</title>
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          “It Is Well with My Soul” is a hymn born from grief, yet overflowing with peace. It’s not a song that denies pain — it acknowledges it, fully — and then answers with faith. This hymn doesn’t pretend everything is easy. Instead, it declares that even in the deepest sorrow, the soul can rest secure in the goodness of God.
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          When peace like a river attendeth my way,
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          When sorrows like sea billows roll;
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          Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
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          It is well, it is well with my soul.
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          It is well with my soul,
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          It is well, it is well with my soul.
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          Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
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          Let this blest assurance control:
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          That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
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          And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
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          It is well with my soul,
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          It is well, it is well with my soul.
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          My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
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          My sin, not in part but the whole,
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          Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
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          Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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          It is well, it is well with my soul.
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          And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
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          The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
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          The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend—
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          Even so, it is well with my soul.
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          It is well, it is well with my soul.
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          The lyrics were written in 1873 by Horatio Spafford, a Christian lawyer and father from Chicago. Just two years earlier, Spafford had lost his young son. Then, the Great Chicago Fire ruined him financially. Hoping for rest and healing, he planned a trip to Europe with his wife and four daughters. At the last moment, he stayed behind for business and sent his family ahead by ship.
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          Tragically, their vessel collided with another in the Atlantic and sank. His four daughters drowned. Only his wife survived, and she sent him a telegram with two words: “Saved alone.” As Spafford sailed to meet her, the ship passed over the spot where his daughters had died. It was there he penned the words that would become the first lines of this hymn: “When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll...”
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn doesn’t offer shallow comfort. It acknowledges that sorrow rolls in like waves — and yet, in the same breath, it proclaims: “It is well with my soul.” That peace isn’t found in circumstances, but in the finished work of Jesus.
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          One verse that reflects the strength behind this hymn is John 16:33 (NIV):
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          “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”
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          The hymn walks through suffering, sin, and even death — and in every verse, it points to Christ. “My sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more.” That’s not sentiment — that’s the gospel.
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          When I arranged “It Is Well with My Soul” for violin, I let the melody breathe. There’s something sacred about this one — a quiet strength. I didn’t try to overplay it or add anything fancy. Just let the notes reflect the message: calm, steady, and full of hope.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to stay faithful to the heart of the song, and this one speaks for itself. Even when played without words, it carries the weight of testimony — sorrow met by faith.
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          The video is below. As you listen, let the melody speak peace over whatever storm you may be facing. This hymn isn’t about avoiding pain — it’s about knowing where to stand when it comes. Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:24:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Old Rugged Cross</title>
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          “The Old Rugged Cross” is a hymn that speaks straight to the soul. It doesn’t shy away from the pain of the cross — it embraces it, holding on to the place where suffering and salvation meet. This song isn’t just about remembering the crucifixion — it’s about clinging to it with love, hope, and gratitude.
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          On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
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          The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
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          And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
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          For a world of lost sinners was slain.
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          So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
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          Till my trophies at last I lay down;
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          I will cling to the old rugged cross,
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          And exchange it some day for a crown.
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          Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
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          Has a wondrous attraction for me;
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          For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
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          To bear it to dark Calv’ry.
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          Till my trophies at last I lay down;
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          In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
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          A wondrous beauty I see;
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          For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
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          To pardon and sanctify me.
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          Till my trophies at last I lay down;
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          To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
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          Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
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          Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
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          Where His glory forever I’ll share.
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          Till my trophies at last I lay down;
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          The hymn was written in 1912 by George Bennard, a Methodist evangelist. After going through a season of hardship and spiritual testing, Bennard found himself meditating deeply on the cross. Not just as a symbol, but as a personal reality — the place where Christ bore our sin and gave us new life.
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          He penned the lyrics over time while traveling and preaching, refining them during a revival in Michigan. The final version was first performed by a choir at a revival meeting, and the response was immediate. People were moved — not just by the melody, but by the raw devotion in the words. It was published shortly after and quickly became one of the most beloved hymns in America.
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          What sets this hymn apart is its honesty. It acknowledges that the cross was rugged, painful, and undeserved — and yet it calls it dear. There’s nothing polished or easy about that kind of faith. It’s the kind that looks at the cross and says, “I’ll cherish it.”
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          A verse that captures this beautifully is 1 Peter 2:24 (NIV):
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          He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.
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          This hymn holds onto that truth. It’s not ashamed of the cross — it sees it as the doorway to glory, the place where the deepest love was shown.
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          When arranging “The Old Rugged Cross” for violin, I knew it had to carry a sense of both weight and tenderness. The melody moves slowly and simply, like someone remembering something sacred. I played it with a soft touch, letting the pauses speak as much as the notes.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always want the arrangement to serve the heart of the song — and this hymn is about reverence. It’s not showy. It’s personal.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to remember what happened on that cross — and what it means for you today. There’s no need to dress it up. Just let the melody lead you to the foot of the cross, and be reminded why it still matters: I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it someday for a crown.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:23:44 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Crown Him With Many Crowns</title>
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           “Crown Him with Many Crowns” is a hymn of victory. It doesn't whisper or plead — it
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          . It’s full of bold worship language that lifts up Christ as King, Lord, and Risen Lamb. Every verse feels like a procession of praise, one crown after another placed upon the head of Jesus.
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          Crown Him with many crowns,
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          The Lamb upon the throne;
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          Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
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          All music but its own.
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          Awake, my soul, and sing
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          Of Him who died for thee,
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          And hail Him as thy matchless King
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          Through all eternity.
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          Crown Him with many crowns,
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          All hail, Redeemer, King!
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          Thy praise shall never, never fail
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          Throughout eternity.
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          Crown Him the Lord of heav’n,
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          One with the Father known,
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          One with the Spirit through Him giv’n
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          From yonder glorious throne.
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          To Thee be endless praise,
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          For Thou for us hast died;
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          Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
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          Adored and magnified.
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          Crown Him with many crowns,
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          All hail, Redeemer, King!
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          Thy praise shall never, never fail
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          Crown Him the Lord of life,
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          Who triumphed o’er the grave,
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          And rose victorious in the strife
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          For those He came to save.
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          His glories now we sing,
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          Who died and rose on high,
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          Who died eternal life to bring
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          And lives that death may die.
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          All hail, Redeemer, King!
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          Thy praise shall never, never fail
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was first published in 1851 by Matthew Bridges, a British poet who had converted from the Church of England to Roman Catholicism. His original version had six verses focused on the kingship and divinity of Christ. A few years later, another writer, Godfrey Thring, who was Protestant, added several more verses to broaden its use across denominations.
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          Despite their differences, the versions were often combined in hymnals — forming one of the most theologically rich and musically regal hymns in Christian worship. The tune most associated with it, Diademata, was written by George J. Elvey, a composer known for his work in English cathedrals. With its grand chords and strong structure, the melody gives the words their full sense of triumph.
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          Each line of this hymn is filled with imagery that points to Christ’s glory — not just in heaven, but in His suffering, resurrection, and eternal reign. It moves through His roles as the Lamb upon the throne, the Lord of love, the Lord of peace, and the Lord of life.
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          A verse that captures the power behind this hymn is Revelation 19:12 (NIV):
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          His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself.
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          This hymn takes that vision and brings it to song. It's not only about worshiping Jesus now — it's about looking ahead to the day when every crown and every voice will be laid before Him.
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          When I arranged “Crown Him with Many Crowns” for violin, I leaned into its stately rhythm. It’s a hymn that naturally carries weight and dignity, and I wanted the bow strokes to reflect that — steady, firm, and clear.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let the music speak the message. For this one, the message was royal. Not distant or formal, but joyful and strong. It’s the kind of hymn that lifts your posture and your perspective.
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          The video is below. As you listen, picture Christ enthroned in glory — not as a distant figure, but as the Lamb who was slain, now crowned in victory. Let each phrase remind you: He is not just a teacher or example — He is King. Crown Him with many crowns.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:22:15 GMT</pubDate>
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          “Holy, Holy, Holy!” is one of the most majestic hymns ever written. It doesn’t focus on our experience or emotions — it lifts our eyes completely to God. It’s a hymn of worship that echoes the voices of angels, reminding us that long before we ever sang, heaven was already filled with praise.
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          Holy, holy, holy!
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          Lord God Almighty!
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          Our song shall rise to Thee.
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          Merciful and mighty,
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          Blessed Trinity.
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          Holy, holy, holy!
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          Though the darkness hide Thee,
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          Though the eye of sinful man
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          Thy glory may not see—
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          Only Thou art holy;
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          There is none beside Thee,
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          Perfect in power,
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          In love and purity.
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          Holy, holy, holy!
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          Merciful and mighty,
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          Blessed Trinity.
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          Lord God Almighty!
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          All Thy works shall praise Thy name
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          In earth and sky and sea.
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          Blessed Trinity.
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          Blessed Trinity.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The lyrics were written in 1826 by Reginald Heber, an Anglican priest and poet. He wrote it specifically for Trinity Sunday, a day in the church calendar meant to honor the triune nature of God — Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Heber wanted a hymn that was doctrinally rich, yet simple enough to be sung by the entire congregation.
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          The tune most commonly used today, called Nicaea, was written later by John B. Dykes. The name of the tune itself is a reference to the Nicene Creed, which affirms the doctrine of the Trinity. Together, the lyrics and melody form a powerful call to worship — a reminder of God’s holiness, majesty, and glory.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          This hymn is not focused on human need — it’s focused on God’s nature. From beginning to end, it declares what is true in every age: that God is holy, set apart, and worthy of all praise. The triple repetition of “Holy” mirrors Isaiah 6:3 and Revelation 4:8, where heavenly beings proclaim God’s holiness forever.
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          A verse that reflects this perfectly is Revelation 4:8 (NIV):
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          Day and night they never stop saying: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.”
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          This hymn allows us to join that eternal chorus. It isn’t just a Sunday song — it’s a glimpse into worship that’s always happening around the throne of God.
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          When I arranged “Holy, Holy, Holy!” for violin, I wanted it to feel reverent and still. The melody itself is noble and steady, and I tried to let that come through with clean phrasing and a peaceful tempo. I didn’t want to rush it — I wanted to let each note honor the holiness of the One it’s written for.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is always to stay faithful to the message and tone of each hymn, and this one called for awe. Not sadness or joy, but reverence.
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          The video is below. As you listen, picture the heavenly scene in Revelation — countless voices surrounding the throne, crying out, “Holy, holy, holy.” Let this hymn lift your heart beyond the moment you’re in and remind you who God truly is: eternal, powerful, and holy.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:19:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Blessed Assurance</title>
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          “Blessed Assurance” is one of those hymns that feels like a steady anchor — joyful, confident, and unshaken. It’s a song that doesn’t plead or wonder; it declares. It reminds us that faith in Christ isn’t fragile or uncertain — it’s a sure foundation that fills our hearts with peace and praise.
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          Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
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          Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
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          Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
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          Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
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          This is my story, this is my song,
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          Praising my Savior all the day long.
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          This is my story, this is my song,
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          Praising my Savior all the day long.
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          Perfect submission, all is at rest,
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          I in my Savior am happy and blessed—
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          Watching and waiting, looking above,
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          Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
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          This is my story, this is my song,
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          Praising my Savior all the day long.
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          This is my story, this is my song,
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          Praising my Savior all the day long.
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          Oh, what a Savior, wonderful Jesus!
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          Oh, what a Savior, wonderful King!
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          Death could not hold You—You are victorious!
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          Praise to the risen, risen King!
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          Oh, what a Savior, wonderful Jesus!
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          Oh, what a Savior, glorious Lord!
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1873 by Fanny J. Crosby, one of the most prolific hymn writers in history. Though blind since infancy, Crosby wrote over 8,000 hymns in her lifetime. “Blessed Assurance” came out of a simple conversation. A friend, Phoebe Knapp, played a melody on the piano and asked, “What does that tune say to you?” Without hesitation, Crosby replied, “Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!”
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          Those words became the first line of the hymn. The rest flowed naturally, a joyful celebration of salvation and security in Christ. It was published soon after and quickly spread through churches across America and beyond. Its message — full of joy and confidence — resonated with countless believers.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          Unlike many hymns that ask questions or speak from sorrow, “Blessed Assurance” is full of certainty. It reflects a heart that knows exactly where it stands: in the grace of Jesus. The repeated line “This is my story, this is my song” makes it personal — it’s not just truth in theory, it’s truth lived out.
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          A verse that captures the message of this hymn is 1 John 5:13 (NIV):
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          I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life.
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          That kind of knowing — deep, soul-settled confidence — is what this hymn celebrates. It's not just about heaven someday, but about living each day with peace because of who Jesus is.
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          When arranging “Blessed Assurance” for violin, I wanted it to have a light but steady pace. The melody moves with a kind of calm confidence — not rushed, but full of joy. I kept the phrasing clear and uplifting, letting each note carry that sense of assurance.
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          With Violin Hymns, my goal is always to honor the heart of the original. In this case, I wanted the music to match the tone of the lyrics: bright, peaceful, and sure.
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          The video is just below. As you listen, take a moment to think about your own walk with Christ. Are you resting in that assurance? This hymn reminds us that salvation isn’t something we earn — it’s something we’ve been freely given. Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. Oh what a foretaste of glory divine.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:16:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>I Surrender All</title>
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          “I Surrender All” is a hymn that invites you to pause — not just to sing, but to let go. It’s not about doing more or trying harder, but about releasing control, pride, and fear into the hands of Christ. Quietly and honestly, it leads the heart to say, “I give You everything.”
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          All to Jesus I surrender,
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          All to Him I freely give;
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          I will ever love and trust Him,
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          In His presence daily live.
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          I surrender all,
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          I surrender all,
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          All to Thee, my blessed Savior,
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          I surrender all.
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          All to Jesus I surrender,
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          Humbly at His feet I bow,
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          Worldly pleasures all forsaken—
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          Take me, Jesus, take me now.
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          I surrender all,
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          Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
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          Let me feel the Holy Spirit—
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          Truly know that Thou art mine.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          This hymn was written in 1896 by Judson W. Van DeVenter, an artist and music teacher who spent years wrestling with whether to fully dedicate his life to ministry. Though he was active in church, he struggled to surrender his own ambitions. After finally yielding to God’s call during a revival meeting, he wrote the words to “I Surrender All” as a reflection of that moment.
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          The melody was composed by Winfield S. Weeden, who traveled with Van DeVenter and helped popularize the song at evangelistic meetings. Over time, it became a classic — often sung during altar calls or moments of personal reflection.
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          What makes this hymn different is its vulnerability. It’s not about declaring strength — it’s about admitting need. The words don’t promise perfection, just willingness. Surrender is not easy, but this hymn makes it beautiful. Line after line, it gently pushes away self-dependence and draws the soul back to trust.
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          One verse that reflects the message of the hymn is Luke 9:23 (NIV):
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          Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.”
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          This isn’t a one-time decision. It’s a daily, sometimes difficult, but always freeing choice: to follow Jesus with open hands and a trusting heart.
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          When I arranged “I Surrender All” for violin, I wanted it to feel prayerful. Not too polished, not too showy — just real. The melody has a softness to it, almost like a whisper, and I tried to leave space between phrases so it could breathe.
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          Some hymns are full of boldness; this one is full of honesty. With Violin Hymns, I try to bring that kind of emotion through each note — and this hymn asked for a quiet kind of strength.
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          The video is below. As you listen, take a moment to ask yourself: is there anything I’ve been holding back? This hymn is a gentle nudge to loosen your grip and trust Jesus fully. He’s not asking for perfection — just surrender. All to Jesus I surrender, all to Him I freely give.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:15:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus</title>
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          There’s something raw and powerful about “Nothing But the Blood of Jesus.” From the very first line, it doesn’t hesitate — it names the truth plainly: our hope, our cleansing, our peace, all come through the blood of Christ. It’s a hymn that doesn’t dress things up; it gets right to the heart of the gospel.
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          What can wash away my sin?
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          What can make me whole again?
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          Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
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          That makes me white as snow;
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          No other fount I know,
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          This is all my hope and peace—
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          Glory! glory! this I sing—
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          All my praise for this I bring—
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The hymn was written in 1876 by Robert Lowry, a Baptist preacher and songwriter known for many well-loved hymns. At the time, revival meetings were common across the U.S., and this song fit right into the spirit of the movement — simple, strong, and centered entirely on Jesus.
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          Lowry’s words were direct, almost like a call and response. Each line ends with the same bold answer: “Nothing but the blood of Jesus.” It became a favorite in churches and camp meetings, especially in moments of invitation or reflection. The melody is easy to sing, but its meaning runs deep.
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          This hymn doesn’t tiptoe around the cross — it leads you straight to it. In a time when people often avoid words like “blood” in worship, this hymn reminds us that the blood of Christ isn’t something to avoid — it’s everything. It’s where forgiveness begins, and where guilt ends.
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          One of the most direct scriptures that connects to the hymn is Hebrews 9:22 (NIV):
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          Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.
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          That truth is woven through every verse. The song doesn’t focus on emotions or effort — it points again and again to Jesus as the one and only answer. Not what we’ve done, not what we can offer — just Him.
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          When I arranged this hymn for violin, I wanted to keep the melody firm but not heavy. It’s not mournful — it’s confident. The rhythm has a bit of march to it, a steady reminder that this truth is unchanging. There’s joy in knowing where our forgiveness comes from.
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          At Violin Hymns, I try to let the melody reflect the message, and this one called for clarity and focus. I didn’t add anything flashy — just stayed close to the roots of what makes this hymn so enduring.
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          The video is below. As you listen, think about the words — even if they’re not being sung, they’re still true. Whatever burdens you carry, whatever sins feel too heavy — they are no match for the blood of Jesus. That’s the good news, and this hymn doesn’t let us forget it: What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:14:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <author>jonathan@thesiteforsites.com (Jonathan Anderson)</author>
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      <title>All Creatures of Our God and King</title>
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          “All Creatures of Our God and King” is a hymn that lifts the heart upward. It’s full of praise, wonder, and joy — a call for all creation to glorify the Lord. There’s something about the way the melody rises and the words soar that makes it feel like a celebration. Even when played instrumentally, the hymn carries a sense of light and reverence.
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          All creatures of our God and King,
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          Lift up your voice and with us sing,
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          Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          Thou burning sun with golden beam,
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          Thou silver moon with softer gleam:
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          O praise Him! O praise Him!
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          Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
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          Ye clouds that sail in Heav’n along,
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          O praise Him! Alleluia!
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          Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
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          Ye lights of evening, find a voice:
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          O praise Him! O praise Him!
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          Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
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          Make music for thy Lord to hear,
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          O praise Him! Alleluia!
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          Thou fire so masterful and bright,
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          That givest man both warmth and light:
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          O praise Him! O praise Him!
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          Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          Dear mother earth, who day by day
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          Unfoldest blessings on our way,
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          O praise Him! Alleluia!
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          The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
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          Let them His glory also show:
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          O praise Him! O praise Him!
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          Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          And all ye men of tender heart,
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          Forgiving others, take your part,
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          O sing ye! Alleluia!
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          Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
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          Praise God and on Him cast your care:
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          Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          The original words go all the way back to the 13th century. St. Francis of Assisi, a Christian monk known for his humility and love for nature, wrote a poem called the Canticle of the Sun — praising God through the beauty of His creation: the sun, moon, wind, fire, and even death. Centuries later, in the early 1900s, William H. Draper, an English pastor, paraphrased the poem and set it to music as a hymn for his church.
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          It was eventually matched with the tune Lasst Uns Erfreuen, a melody from 17th-century Germany. This combination — ancient words and timeless music — is what gave us the version we sing today. From large choirs to small country churches, “All Creatures of Our God and King” has become a joyful anthem of praise.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          Unlike many hymns that focus on personal experience or struggle, this one turns our attention outward and upward. It reminds us that everything God has made — every bird, breeze, and star — exists to glorify Him. The lyrics echo the spirit of the Psalms, calling all creation to lift its voice in worship.
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          A passage that reflects this heart of worship is Psalm 148:3–5 (NIV):
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          Praise him, sun and moon; praise him, all you shining stars.
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           Let them praise the name of the Lord, for at his command they were created.
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          This hymn invites us to join in with that eternal song — not just with our voices, but with our lives.
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          When arranging “All Creatures of Our God and King” for violin, I wanted to keep its bright, almost dancing rhythm. It’s a hymn that feels alive, and I didn’t want to weigh it down. My goal was to let the melody carry that sense of rising praise — simple, joyful, and clear.
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          With Violin Hymns, I always aim to stay close to the spirit of the original, and this hymn made that easy. It practically sings on its own.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is just below. As you listen, take a moment to look around — the world God made is singing. Whether it’s the rustling leaves, the sky above, or the stillness in your own heart, all creation is praising its Maker. Join in that praise. Lift up your voice, or simply let your soul agree — all creatures of our God and King, lift up your voice and with us sing.
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      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 23:13:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>What A Friend We Have In Jesus</title>
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          “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” is one of those hymns that feels like a conversation — simple, tender, and full of truth. It reminds us that we don’t have to carry life’s burdens alone. The words speak directly to the heart, offering comfort to anyone who’s felt overwhelmed, anxious, or in need of peace.
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          What a friend we have in Jesus,
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          All our sins and griefs to bear!
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          What a privilege to carry
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          Everything to God in prayer!
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          Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
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          Oh, what needless pain we bear—
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          All because we do not carry
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          Everything to God in prayer.
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          Have we trials and temptations?
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          Is there trouble anywhere?
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          We should never be discouraged—
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          Take it to the Lord in prayer.
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          Can we find a friend so faithful,
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          Who will all our sorrows share?
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          Jesus knows our every weakness—
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          Take it to the Lord in prayer.
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          Are we weak and heavy laden,
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          Cumbered with a load of care?
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          Precious Savior, still our refuge—
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          Take it to the Lord in prayer.
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          Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
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          Take it to the Lord in prayer;
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          In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
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          Thou wilt find a solace there.
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          The lyrics were written in 1855 by Joseph Scriven, a man who knew sorrow firsthand. Originally from Ireland, he had moved to Canada after the sudden death of his fiancée just before their wedding. Years later, when his mother became ill back in Ireland, he wrote the poem “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” and sent it to her as a personal encouragement — never intending it to be published.
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          The words were later put to music by Charles C. Converse, turning the poem into the hymn we know today. Over time, it became a beloved part of church hymnals around the world. What began as a quiet letter of comfort between a son and his mother has become a song that’s carried millions through grief, loneliness, and worry.
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          The beauty of this hymn is in its plainspoken honesty. It doesn’t try to hide the reality of life’s struggles — it names them: trials, temptations, sorrow, and weakness. But instead of despair, it points to Jesus as the One who listens, carries, and understands.
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          The words “Take it to the Lord in prayer” are repeated like a steady reminder that we don’t have to figure everything out or hold everything in. We have a Friend — not just a helper or teacher, but a true Friend — who walks with us and invites us to bring every burden to Him.
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          A verse that fits this hymn beautifully is Philippians 4:6–7 (NIV):
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          Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
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          That’s the very message this hymn carries: don’t hold it in — take it to Him.
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          When arranging this piece for violin, I wanted to keep that open, almost conversational feel. The melody is gentle and familiar, and I aimed to let each note feel like a whisper of encouragement — not heavy or overly emotional, but sincere.
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          With Violin Hymns, I try to let each song breathe and reflect its heart. This hymn feels personal — like someone sitting down next to you and reminding you that you’re not alone. I hope the simplicity of this arrangement helps that message come through.
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          The video is below. I encourage you to take a moment, especially if you’ve been carrying something heavy. As the melody plays, reflect on this truth: Jesus is not distant. He is a faithful, loving Friend — and you can bring everything to Him in prayer.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2025 00:30:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Abide With Me</title>
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          “Abide with Me” is a hymn that speaks deeply into moments of sorrow, change, and quiet hope. First written in the 1800s, its words have comforted generations. There’s a simplicity in its melody and a depth in its lyrics that draws the heart to pray — especially in times when life feels uncertain or fleeting.
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          Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
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          The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
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          When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
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          Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
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          Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
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          Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
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          Change and decay in all around I see—
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          O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
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          I need Thy presence every passing hour;
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          What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
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          Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
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          Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
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          I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;
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          Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
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          Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
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          I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
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          Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
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          Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
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          Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee—
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          In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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          This hymn was written by Henry Francis Lyte, an Anglican pastor and poet. He wrote the lyrics in 1847 while facing the final days of his life. After years of battling illness, Lyte preached his last sermon and went home to rest. That same evening, inspired by Luke 24:29 — “Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent” — he penned the now-famous words:
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          “Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.”
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          He died just a few weeks later, but his hymn lived on. It was later set to music by William H. Monk, who also had suffered personal loss. The music and lyrics together reflect both sorrow and peace — a longing for God’s presence as the day closes, and as life itself fades.
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          Over the years, “Abide with Me” has been sung in churches, memorials, and national events. It’s even been used in military services and sporting events in the UK. Yet despite all the settings, the heart of the hymn remains the same: a prayer asking Jesus to stay close, especially in life’s most difficult moments.
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          What Makes It Powerful
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          “Abide with Me” doesn’t try to offer simple answers. Instead, it offers a plea — quiet and honest — for God to be near when strength is gone and shadows fall. It speaks to real human experience: loss, fear, and the passage of time. But it also lifts the eyes to the hope that Christ does not leave us.
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          One of the hymn’s most well-known lines is: “Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes.” It’s a reminder that at the end of all things, the cross of Christ is our hope and peace.
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          A verse that captures the heart of this hymn is John 15:4 (NIV):
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          “Abide in me, as I also abide in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine.”
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          Lyte’s hymn echoes this call — asking not just for help, but for presence. Not just for peace, but for closeness with the Lord.
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          When arranging “Abide with Me” for violin, I focused on keeping the mood reflective and soft. The melody is gentle and mournful, yet full of beauty. I didn’t want to rush it — just let each note breathe, like a quiet prayer.
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          This hymn doesn’t try to impress — it draws you inward. That’s what I tried to preserve in this version. A simple melody that gives room to feel, remember, and rest in the truth that God stays near.
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          Listen and Reflect
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          The video is just below. If you're going through something difficult or just need a reminder of God’s nearness, I hope this helps you pause and reflect. Let the melody carry the words: Abide with me — not just in the evening, but in every moment.
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          “On Eagle’s Wings” is one of those hymns that feels like a quiet embrace — gentle, reassuring, and full of Scripture. It was written in 1976, yet it sounds timeless, often sung in moments of deep reflection, comfort, or sorrow. The melody is peaceful, almost like a lullaby, and the words are drawn almost entirely from Scripture, reminding us of God's faithful care.
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          You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
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          Who abide in His shadow for life,
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          Say to the Lord, “My refuge,
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          My rock in whom I trust!”
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          And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings,
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          The snare of the fowler will never capture you,
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          Under His wings your refuge,
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          You need not fear the terror of the night,
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          Nor the arrow that flies by day;
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          Near you it shall not come.
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          To guard you in all of your ways;
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          And hold you, hold you in the palm of His hand.
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          This hymn was written by Father Michael Joncas, a Catholic priest and composer, after he learned that a close friend’s father had passed away. He wanted to offer comfort, not just in words, but in song — something that would reflect the promises of God found in the Psalms. Much of the hymn is based on Psalm 91, which speaks of God's protection and care, as well as references from Isaiah 40 and Exodus 19.
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          From its early days, “On Eagle’s Wings” quickly became popular in both Catholic and Protestant circles. It’s often sung at funerals, memorials, and services where people are seeking peace or hope. It reminds us that God is not far off in hard times — He is near, lifting us up, even when we feel weakest.
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          Unlike many hymns that build around traditional poetic structure, this one flows more like a spoken blessing. It almost feels like a prayer being sung over someone, declaring truth with gentleness. The line “He will raise you up on eagle’s wings” pulls from Exodus 19:4, where God tells His people, “I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself.”
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          A verse that echoes the spirit of this hymn is Isaiah 40:31 (NIV):
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          But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
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          The message is simple, but strong: God lifts us. He carries us when we cannot carry ourselves. Whether in grief, fear, or weariness — His promise is to sustain.
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          When arranging “On Eagle’s Wings” for violin, I wanted to keep that sense of calm and comfort. The melody moves slowly and gently, and I tried to reflect that with a soft, flowing tone. There’s something powerful about this hymn even without lyrics — you can feel the peace in the music itself.
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          My aim with Violin Hymns is always to honor the heart of the song, and this one felt especially tender. I didn’t want to overcomplicate it — just let the melody speak for itself and give listeners space to breathe and reflect.
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          The video is below. I invite you to listen slowly, maybe with Psalm 91 open nearby. Whether you’re in a season of peace or walking through something heavy, may this hymn remind you that God’s presence is constant — and that He truly does lift us up, gently, on eagle’s wings.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2025 00:30:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>In Christ Alone</title>
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          “In Christ Alone” is one of the most loved worship songs of our time. Even though it was written in 2001, it sounds like a hymn that could have been around for centuries.
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           This song was created by
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          Keith Getty
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           , who wrote the music, and
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          , who wrote the lyrics. Their goal was simple: to write a song that told the full story of the gospel — from Christ’s birth to His death, resurrection, and the hope we have because of Him.
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          In Christ alone my hope is found,
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          He is my light, my strength, my song;
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          This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
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          Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
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          What heights of love, what depths of peace,
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          When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
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          My Comforter, my All in All—
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          Here in the love of Christ I stand.
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          In Christ alone, who took on flesh,
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          Fullness of God in helpless babe!
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          This gift of love and righteousness,
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          Scorned by the ones He came to save.
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          Till on that cross as Jesus died,
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          The wrath of God was satisfied;
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          For every sin on Him was laid—
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          Here in the death of Christ I live.
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          There in the ground His body lay,
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          Light of the world by darkness slain:
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          Then bursting forth in glorious day,
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          Up from the grave He rose again!
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          And as He stands in victory,
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          Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
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          For I am His and He is mine—
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          Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
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          No guilt in life, no fear in death,
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          This is the power of Christ in me;
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          From life’s first cry to final breath,
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          Jesus commands my destiny.
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          No power of hell, no scheme of man,
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          Can ever pluck me from His hand;
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          Till He returns or calls me home,
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          Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
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          The Story Behind the Hymn
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          Keith Getty came up with the melody first. It had a strong, emotional feel to it — something that sounded rich, deep, and worshipful. Stuart Townend added words that matched it perfectly. He wrote the lyrics to help believers remember and declare what Jesus has done for us.
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          They didn’t expect it to become as popular as it did. But soon, “In Christ Alone” was being sung in churches all around the world — both traditional and modern. It was added to hymnals and played in worship services, big events, and even small family gatherings.
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          The song is packed with truth straight from the Bible. It doesn’t use vague words. Instead, it talks clearly about Jesus’ sacrifice, God’s love, and the hope we have through Christ.
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           A verse that matches the message of the song perfectly is
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          Romans 8:38–39 (NIV)
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          For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future... will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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          That’s exactly what this hymn is about — nothing can separate us from the love of Christ. He is our Cornerstone. Our firm foundation. Our hope in life and in death.
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          When I arranged this hymn for violin, I wanted to keep it simple and heartfelt — just like the original. My goal with Violin Hymns is to bring each melody to life in a way that’s true to its message.
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          This song doesn’t need anything fancy. Its beauty is in the strength of the melody and the truth of the words. I hope this version helps you reflect and feel encouraged in your faith.
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           The video is just below. I invite you to listen and take in the message of the hymn. Whether you’re new to it or have sung it many times, let the words remind you:
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          your hope is found in Christ alone.
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      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2025 17:50:02 GMT</pubDate>
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          This story from my sister reminds me about the way children see the world. Wide-eyed, trusting and open to everything. Not only is it how we are supposed to see God, but it also reminds us of the importance of nurturing faith in children. 
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          There was a hymn writer who made this one of his main goals. 
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          Isaac Watts. 
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          While he is known for great hymns sung by all ages, his passion for many hymns including, I Sing the Almighty Power of God, was to reach children with truth using beautiful language they could understand. 
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          This hymn paints a picture of God’s greatness using things a child would notice. Flowers, animals, stars, storms, all simple things that create the world of a child, and could make their faith stronger. 
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          Isaac Watts was born in 1674 and wrote I Sing the Almighty Power of God in in 1715. His nickname was The Father of English Hymnody. He most likely acquired this nickname due to his large contribution to hymns over the years. He wrote over 750 hymns in his lifetime.
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           Because Isaac Watts’ hymns reflected his personal faith and true Biblical Truths. Not only did he include these things, but he put them in a poetic form that many people could relate to. Some of his most well known works were: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, Joy to the World and, O God Our Help in Ages Past. 
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          For a lot of hymns including I Sing the Almighty Power of God, Watts wrote them as a part of a collection called “Divine Songs Attempted in Easy Language for the use of Children, to teach theology through nature and song. 
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          An interesting fact about this hymn is that it was once called Ellacombe, a German melody used for a Catholic hymn in the 18th century. Even though this hymn was written for children, adults could enjoy it two, and it quickly became a staple in adult worship. 
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          I think it is a good reminder for us to embrace our faith like a child, like it mentions in Mathew 18:3.
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           On my channel, Jonathan Violin Hymns, I’ve tried to keep that simplicity intact to enjoy this piece of history that is so important to many of us today.
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          1. We sing the mighty power of God
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          that made the mountains rise,
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          that spread the flowing seas abroad
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          and built the lofty skies.
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          We sing the wisdom that ordained
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          the sun to rule the day;
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          the moon shines full at his command,
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          2. We sing the goodness of the Lord
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          he formed the creatures with his word
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          and clouds arise and tempests blow
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          by order from your throne;
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          is ever in your care,
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          and everywhere that we can be,
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      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 16:30:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Nearer my God, to Thee</title>
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          Dark water swirled, lapping at the sides of the huge ship that wasn’t supposed to sink, waiting to devour it like the monster it had turned into that night.
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          A man stood on deck of the ship, gripping the hand of his pregnant wife.
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          “Come with us.” Tears streamed down her cheek, a hand on his chest, and one on her swollen stomach.
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          “I have to help the others, do something. There isn’t space.” He squeezed her hand and gave her a soft nudge toward the edge of the ship. She nodded, turning and leaving him, her lips trembling.
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          But his wife, and his child, were safe. He watched as the boat disappeared into the distance, then turned to help others. He guided other women, other children to the lifeboat, making sure that every life that could be spared, would be.
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          Death drew nearer, an end to the nightmare. The man pulled a cigar from his pocket and watched it glow as the ship was pulled deeper and deeper. As he stood there in the cold, the notes of the music he’d taken for granted in the first-class dining area so many times before now embraced him, filling his heart with hope as the familiar hymn brought tears to his eyes.
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          Nearer, my God, to Thee…
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          Despite having more money than he knew what to do with, none of that helped him now. He was on his own, left to face death, his fate, and God, along with the band, bringing comfort to those who faced the end.
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          This man was John Jacob Astor IV.
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          We can speculate the scene above. The hope that the song gave him as he watched the people closest to his heart go on ahead without him, living on.
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           We don’t know for sure what happened during the last moments of John’s life. Some said he enjoyed a cigar as the ship sank, others that he stayed behind to help. Either way, we have to assume that the pain or hope he felt at being near the end are some of the deep emotions stirred by the beloved hymn,
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          Nearer My God to Thee.
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          Well, this is how many of us remember it. I have to wonder, did Sarah Flower Adams ever imagine how important her song would become, not only to the passengers of the Titanic, but to the band that sank with it? To the many who remembered that tragedy with pain in their hearts for the loss? Chances are, she never did.
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          She was born in Harlow, Essex, England, in 1805, one hundred and seven years before the Titanic sank. She wrote the hymn on request of her minister, Rev. William Johnson Fox. She was inspired by the story of Jacob’s ladder, a stairway to heaven while fleeing from danger. Perhaps this is the reason so many remember Titanic when we hear this hymn, because those on the Titanic were in great danger, facing death much earlier than they’d expected.
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          Sarah wrote the lyrics, and her sister, Eliza, wrote the hymn arrangements. The two made many hymns together. Perhaps Sarah’s own struggles helped shape her hymn. She had fragile health, something that affected her deeply, and eventually took her to an early grave.
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          Sarah Flower Adams died of tuberculosis on August 14, 1848, at the age of 43.
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          Her hymn lives on, being heard in churches, at funerals, and in stories of the Titanic. An interesting fact is, people can’t be sure that the band of the Titanic played Nearer My God to Thee that horrific day. 
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          Some speculate it was the hymn Autumn instead. However, it will always be remembered in connection to the tragedy, to moments of sadness, but also moments where hope and a reminder of how close God is to us are needed.
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          The verses Genesis 28:10-22 are the original inspiration for the hymn.
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          I’ve put together my own version of Nearer My God to Thee on my channel, Jonathan Violin Hymns. Here it is if you’d like to listen to it.
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          We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing;
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          He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
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          the wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
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          Sing praises to His name, He forgets not His own.
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          ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
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          so from the beginning the fight we were winning:
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          the Lord was at our side- the glory be Thine!
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          We all do extol Thee, Thou leader triumphant,
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      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 16:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>We Gather Together</title>
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          Late into the evening in the early 1600s, a Protestant civil servant and poet sat at his desk in the city of Middelburg, an important city in the provinces fighting for independence from Spain.
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          A feather quill scratched across his paper, writing down words of gratitude, and a smile lifted his lips as he completed another folk song for his collection.
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          His spirits lifted as he imagined children and communities singing the song, bringing them together in a time of joy and celebration after the Battle of Turnhout in 1597, one of the significant victories in the Dutch struggle for independence from Spain. 
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          That man’s name was Adrianus Valerius.
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          Of course, I can’t really know his state of mind while writing this song, but we can imagine. The Dutch hadn’t fully gained independence, but the Battle of Turnhout, where they’d driven out the Spanish army from the Southern Netherlands, was a major first step.
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          Adrianus wrote the song as part of his work compiling poetry and folk songs to preserve Dutch culture during the war for independence. It was a passion of his, even though it wasn’t his primary profession. 
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          It wasn’t until 1871 when Edward Kremser, an Austrian composer and music teacher, created a choral arrangement that helped spread the hymn throughout Europe. He was well known for his arrangements of folk songs and hymns. Edward cared a lot about reviving and preserving folk melodies and is a big reason why the hymn became so well known.  
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          We Gather Together had not yet reached American churches or Thanksgiving tables, and it still had a long way to go in its journey to becoming a beloved hymn. In 1894, Theodore Baker, a skilled translator, provided one of the early English translations of the hymn. 
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          The hymn gradually gained popularity after becoming available in English. It’s not surprising that in 1903, Dr. Henry Van Dyke, a Presbyterian minister translated it yet again. This is the translation that is most widely used in Churches and homes across the United States and the world today. Thanksgiving is when a lot of people enjoy singing it, but it also circulates hymn books and Christian communities. 
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          While putting together my cover of We Gather Together, I enjoyed staying true to the original melody and simplicity as much as possible. It’s always a goal of mine with the Jonathan Violin Hymns channel, to stay true to origins, bringing older hymns to life when possible. While it will always remind me of Thanksgiving, now when I read the lyrics, sometimes I think of Adrianus Valerius and the true gratitude filling his heart as he wrote the words. 
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          I imagine the streets of his city, how the people prayed for deliverance from an enemy that they’d fought for more than eighty years. They trusted in God to guide them, and with this song, gave thanks for a key victory that lifted their spirits as they continued on with their long battle for independence. A battle ultimately won in 1648 with the signing of the Treaty of Westphalia. 
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          My rendition is below, as well as the lyrics, so you can appreciate them with the image of Adrianus writing at his polished wooden desk with a feather quill, and a prayer on his heart.
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          We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing;
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          He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
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          the wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
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          Sing praises to His name, He forgets not His own.
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          Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
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          ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
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          so from the beginning the fight we were winning:
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          the Lord was at our side- the glory be Thine!
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          We all do extol Thee, Thou leader triumphant,
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          and pray that Thou still our defender wilt be.
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          Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
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          Thy name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
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