I Love the Old Hymns

(by Glenn Christopherson)

I may as well just admit it. I love the old hymns.

And I love the old hymns for much the same reasons that some so vehemently dislike them.

Just to be clear; it is not a style thing. It’s not because every thing old is better or because I’m just an ancient relic or a fossil from another age. (Despite what my kids may tell you)
And it’s not because I was raised with this music and it brings back fond memories of childhood pleasures. In fact I was saved later in life from a non Christian upbringing and did not discover many of the hymns until well into my Christian walk.

Now, indeed some contemporary Christian music can be uplifting and inspiring and God honouring, (Keith Green as an older CCM for example) and some may well become the hymn classics of the future. Time will tell, but…I love the old hymns and I love them because:

They are filled with doctrine.
Good, solid, Biblical, Christ focussed doctrine. There is not the obvious, shallow appeal to emotions that much contemporary religious music reveals, (although hymns can and do affect the emotions of the sincere worshipper.)

They have a high view of God and a Scriptural view of man.
The old hymns tend not to make man the measure of all things but rather God and His word. Much of the language is heaven directed with a focus on Thou and Thee more than I and me.

They reflect a sincerity of heart in the author. There is often the sense that the hymnist knows Whom he has believed and that the new birth is a living reality and that Christ has captured the heart and mind and will of hymn writer.

And finally the old hymnists maintained their testimony to the end.
Today we have CCM artists buying into the latest heresies with gusto, caving in to the militant gay agenda with craven compromise and pushing social justice rather than God’s justice and the Calvary provided mercy.

Sure, some of the current “Christian artists” are genuinely using their talents to exalt the LORD, but I fear too many have used the techniques of the world to establish a “Christian music” career…and many of the recent proposed additions to the Church’s sacred Psalmery may well be forgotten by next years top ten songs in the Contemporary Christian Music genre…and that’s probably a good thing.



In Thankfulness to God for Giving … yes GIVING … me my Salvation… I sing…

Some thank the Lord for friends and home,
For mercies sure and sweet;
But I would praise Him for His grace –
In prayer I would repeat:

Thank You, Lord, for saving my soul,
Thank You, Lord, for making me whole;
Thank You, Lord, for giving to me
Thy great salvation so rich and free.

Some thank Him for the flow’rs that grow,
Some for the stars that shine;
My heart is filled with joy and praise
Because I know He’s mine.

I trust in Him from day to day,
I prove His saving grace;
I’ll sing this song of praise to Him
Until I see His face.

(Ephesians 2:8-9) For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.

What a Wonderful Savior Indeed!

He Hideth My Soul
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away,
He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God!
For such a Redeemer as mine.
When clothed with His brightness transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
– Frances J. Crosby, pub.1890
Exodus 33:22
And it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by