Make old hymns great again! We enjoyed singing this hymn by Particular Baptist Pastor Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795) in our Elder ordination service last Sunday (to the HAMBURG tune, "When I Survey"):
Father of mercies, bow Thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer; We plead for those who plead for Thee; Successful pleaders may they be. Clothe Thou with energy divine Their words, and let those words be Thine; To them Thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. Teach them aright to sow the seed: Teach them thy chosen flock to feed; Teach them immortal souls to gain, Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain. Let thronging multitudes around Hear from their lips the joyful sound, In humble strains Thy grace adore, And feel Thy new-creating power.Stylos is the blog of Jeff Riddle, a Reformed Baptist Pastor in North Garden, Virginia. The title "Stylos" is the Greek word for pillar. In 1 Timothy 3:15 Paul urges his readers to consider "how thou oughtest to behave thyself in the house of God, which is the church of the living God, the pillar (stylos) and ground of the truth." Image (left side): Decorative urn with title for the book of Acts in Codex Alexandrinus.
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Wednesday, June 01, 2022
Song Text: 1 Corinthians 15:3-10
At midweek Bible Study tonight at CRBC, we looked at 1 Corinthians 15:3-10. We then sang this rendering of the text to the ST. ANNE tune. I wrote the song text back in 2020, but tonight was the first time it was sung congregationally.
1 Corinthians 15:3-10
That which I
have received from Christ,
I have
delivered thee:
How that
Christ died for all our sin,
As Scripture
says to be.
That he was
buried and rose up
The third
day, death o’er whelmed,
So Scripture
says, and then appeared,
To Cephas
and the twelve.
Five hundred
men then saw the Lord,
At the same
time alive,
And most of
these remain in life,
Though some
no more abide.
He, after
this, was seen of James,
Then all the
holy band,
And last of
all was seen by me,
As one born
out of hand.
For least of
all I am of his,
Since his
own church I tried,
But by his
grace, I was set free.
His death
was on my side.
And so with all,
I labored hard,
Yet not by mine
own hand.
I worked
with zeal above the rest,
By grace
alone to stand.
I am, by
grace, the man I am.
His grace
was not in vain.
That I could
labor with the rest,
‘Twas him
not me is plain.
Words copyright 2020 by Jeffrey T.
Riddle. Common Meter tune (suggested tunes: ST. ANNE, “O God Our Help in Ages
Past”; CRIMOND, “The Lord’s My Shepherd”)
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Song of the Week: "There is a Meetin' Here Tonight"
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Song of the Week: "Arise, My Soul, Arise" at Banner of Truth
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