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Peace So Secure

The first time I heard this hymn, I was at district assembly. The youth choir sang the most beautiful arrangement that I had ever heard. I thought I had gone to heaven. I found it so beautiful and it filled me with the very peace it was talking about.

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If you’ve not heard this hymn before, listen to the Gaithers…


Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight

Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;

In celestial strains it unceasingly falls

O’er my soul like an infinite calm.


Peace, peace, wonderful peace,

Coming down from the Father above!

Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray

In fathomless billows of love!

What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,

Buried deep in the heart of my soul,

So secure that no power can mine it away,

While the years of eternity roll!


I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,

Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;

For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,

And His glory is flooding my soul!


And I think when I rise to that city of peace,

Where the Anchor of peace I shall see,

That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing

In that heavenly kingdom will be:


Ah, soul! are you here without comfort and rest,

Marching down the rough pathway of time?

Make Jesus your Friend ere the shadows grow dark;

O accept of this peace so sublime!



The Story Behind the Writing of this  Hymn

(thank you Ginger Kaufman at Three Minutes to Nine)

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Rest Secure in His Peace;

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My Spiritual Walk

He Came Down to My Level

Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said,

“Surely the LORD is in this place,

and I wasn’t even aware of it!”

Genesis 28:16

We’ve been reading Advent devotions based on the Jesse Tree this year. Last night, we read about Jacob’s Ladder. To be honest, this event in Jacob’s life never really made any sense to me, especially in how it applies to me… until last night.

Our devotion pointed out, that we can try and try to get to God through our actions, our service, whatever, but we fail time after time. We try to  climb the ladder of ‘success’, of perfectionism, of ‘being perfect’. But the reality is… We  can’t and we don’t have to climb up to God, because He came down to us and saved us!

And then He waits for us to “awake from our sleep” and realize that He has been here all along, working out the details of our lives. We haven’t understood, why things happen, but God has the master plan all together for our lives and only in retrospect do we see His Hand of Grace and Mercy working. Praise the Lord!

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Day 25 ~ 30 Hymns of Praise


Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

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Day 24 ~ 30 Hymns of Praise


Words: Will­iam R. Fea­ther­ston, 1864; Fea­thers­ton was on­ly 16 years old at the time.
Music: Gordon, Adon­iram J. Gor­don, 1876

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

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Day 21 – 30 Hymns of Praise

O Worship the King

Text: Robert Grant, 1779-1838
Music: Attr. to Johann Michael Haydn, 1737-1806; (UMH arr. by William Gardiner)
Tune: LYONS, Meter: 10 10.11 11

 Arranged by Jason D. Payne and performed on the 62 rank Reuter/Schlueter organ of Briarlake Baptist Church in Decatur, Georgia.

1. O worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing God’s power and God’s love;
our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2. O tell of God’s might, O sing of God’s grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is God’s path on the wings of the storm.

3. The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

4. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

5. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.