Heartbells All Ringing
Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. - Colossians 3:16.
Friday, June 26, 2026
Am I a Soldier of the Cross?
Thursday, June 25, 2026
Almost Persuaded
Wednesday, June 24, 2026
Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed? (At the Cross)
1
Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2
Was it for sins that I had done.
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, His creature’s sin.
4
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears.
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
’Tis all that I can do.
Refrain:
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Refrain by Ralph Erskine Hudson (1843-1901)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeBNnupt3P8&list=RDNeBNnupt3P8&start_radio=1
Tuesday, June 23, 2026
How Great Thou Art
1
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy pow'r throughout the universe displayed,
2
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze,
3
And when I think that God, his son not sparing,
Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in --
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin,
CHORUS
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art, how great thou art!
4
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my God, how great thou art!
Carl Boberg (Swedish)
English translation: Stuart K. Hine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYTKYpnRnAQ&list=RDaYTKYpnRnAQ&start_radio=1
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable. ~Psalm 145:3
Monday, June 22, 2026
A Mighty Fortress
1
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing;
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
2
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing,
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing;
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He!
Lord Sabaoth His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
3
And tho' this world, with demons filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us;
The prince of darkness grim--
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure;
One little word shall fell him!
Martin Luther
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XUYZoguhEQ
Saturday, June 20, 2026
Night, with Ebon Pinion
1
Night with ebon pinion*
Brooded o'er the vale;
All around was silent,
Save the night wind's wail,
When Christ, the man of sorrows,
In tears and sweat as blood,
Prostrate in the garden,
Raised his voice to God.
2
Smitten for offenses
Which were not his own,
He for our transgressions
Had to weep alone;
No friend with words to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there;
When the meek and lowly
Humbly bowed in prayer:
3
Abba, Father, Father,
If indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish
Pass from me, I pray;
Yet if it must be suffered
By me, thine only son,
Abba, Father, Father,
Let thy will be done.
Friday, June 19, 2026
When My Love to Christ Grows Weak
1
When my love to Christ grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane.
2
There I walk amid the shades,
While the ling'ring twilight fades,
See that suff'ring, friendless one,
Weeping, praying there alone.
3
When my love for man grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary, I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe.
4
There behold His agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
See His anguish, see His faith,
Love triumphant still in death.
5
Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.
Author: John Reynell
Wreford
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxi0iuoa5fc&list=RDpxi0iuoa5fc&start_radio=1
Luke 22:39 And he came out, and went, as he was wont, to the mount of Olives; and his disciples also followed him. 40 And when he was at the place, he said unto them, Pray that ye enter not into temptation. 41 And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, 42 Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. 43 And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. 44 And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.
Luke 23:33 And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him... 34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.

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