Psalms, Hymns...

Old hymns in a different format have a way of awakening our sensibilities toward God.

One of the most beautiful hymns recently rescued from relative obscurity is The Love of God (Mercy Me on Spoken For). The second verse says,

"Could we with ink the ocean fill,
and were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
and every man a scribe by trade--

To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
though stetched from sky to sky."

This beauty lay in quietness in our hymnals for years.

Another hymn revived last year by Fermando Ortega is Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing. (Fernando Ortega on Hymns and Meditations). His version of the first verse of that old hymn includes:

"Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise His Name, I'm fixed upon it,
Name of God's redeeming love.

Thank you God for the glorious gift of music and the gifts of those who bring it to us.