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Thursday, 8 September 2016

The Great Hymn Writer

with great patience and enthusiasm to learn, be informed and Worship God, please stay glued to this article carefully developed to not just inform the world but to teach us the unsearchable mysteries enveloped within the hands of the Almighty God, within the cave of divine nature. God bless you as you let this piece to have a meaning in your life in Jesus' name. Amen.


  1. THE REVISED CHURCH HYMNARY 21

  2. 1
  3. Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
    To His feet thy tribute bring.
    Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
    Who like me His praise should sing:
    Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him!
    Praise the everlasting King.
  4. 2. 
  5. Praise Him for His grace and favor
    To our fathers in distress;
    Praise Him still the same for ever,
    Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
    Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him!
    Glorious in His faithfulness.
  6. 3.
  7. Father-like He tends and spares us,
    Well our feeble frame He knows;
    In His hands He gently bears us,
    Rescues us from all our foes.
    Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him!
    Widely yet His mercy flows.
  8. 4.
  9. Frail as summer’s flow’r we flourish,
    Blows the wind and it is gone;
    But while mortals rise and perish,
    God endures unchanging on.
    Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him!
    Praise the high Eternal One!
  10. 5.
  11. Angels, help us to adore Him,
    Ye behold Him face to face;
    Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
    Dwellers all in time and space,
    Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him!
    Praise with us the God of grace.
  12. [Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847)]

Henry Francis Lyte:
Henry Francis Lyte was birthed in Ednam, Scotland on June 1, 1793. He got a Bachelor of Arts degree at TrinityCollege, Dublin, in 1814. While there, he also won affirmation for his verse forming aptitudes, tolerating the prize for best English verse three times. 

Regardless of the way that he at first proposed to look for after medication, Lyte later found that the administration was "a valuable calling." However, it carried a visit with a wilting minister to move his own certainty. Seeing the peace in his friend's soul as they read Scripture and asked, Lyte wished to develop a relationship with God. Lyte served in a couple of little ranges and after that served in Lower Brixham, an English calculating town, for twenty-three years. Despite falling level prosperity, he amassed the Sunday school to more than eight hundred youths and added to remarkable significant and great change in his gathering. 

In the midst of his administration, Lyte created a couple of melodies. These were appropriated predominately in two books, Poems, Chiefly Religious (1833) and The Spirit of the Psalms (1834). Unmistakably, his most all around acclaimed tune is Abide with Me. 

Encountering asthma and tuberculosis, Lyte was urged to go to the landmass for more sizzling climates in 1847. He made it just to the degree Nice, France, where he kicked the basin just two months sometime later. 

To say further, Henry Francis Lyte was desperately wiped out with tuberculosis. He didn't want to live. He was so crippled, really, that he had organized a farewell sermon to address later on toward the start of September 4, 1847. In the meantime he drew a paper toward him on which he had begun to stay in contact with a couple verses: 

  1. Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
    The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
  2. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
    Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
    Change and decay in all around I see—
    O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
  3. I need Thy presence every passing hour;
    What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
    Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
    Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
  4. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
    Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
    Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
  5. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
    Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
    Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
    In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

His mind dismissed back his life as he touched up the stanzas; and he formed, "Thou on my head in early youth did smile..." Henry's loving mother had indicated him Bible stories and God's love. Regardless, his father surrendered the family. Henry's mother soon gone on. Nine-year-old Henry was permitted to sit unbothered on the planet. A liberally Irish cleric named Dr. Robert Burrows, with five posterity of his own, took Henry in and put him through school. (Later Henry paid the Rev. Burrow back all that he owed him.) 

Henry needed to study arrangement however frail prosperity obliged him to swing to the administration. He won prizes at Trinity College, Dublin for anthems - three years in progression - and an award. In 1814 he graduated, and was delegated as a cleric of the Church of England the next year. 

The young cleric tended Abraham Swanne, a shriveling pastor. Swanne's significant certainty and dauntlessness despite death had a strong effect on Henry. He helped Swanne's significant other and family arrange their endeavors while conveying isolated tranquil commitments. As a result of his fumes, his prosperity isolated. He expected to go to more smoking France to recuperate his prosperity. 

Henry pastored English spots of love the straggling leftovers of his life. Twenty-three of those years were at Brixham, a Devonshire calculating town. His kinfolk worshiped him, for he took a strong excitement for their work and passed by the watercrafts at whatever point they returned from sea. Anna Maxwell, his life partner, went to the wiped out and assisted in the town's exercises. Through attentive organization of family costs, she sufficiently saved money to send Henry to more sultry France and Italy free from any other person every winter. 

Fifty-four-year-old Henry was usual to living with one foot in the grave when he addressed his last sermon. He reminded his audience members that if we die and that the people who have gotten a handle on the death of Christ in their lives are best masterminded to face the body's destruction. "I stay here among you today, as alive from the dead, in case I may might want to advance it for you, and impel you to get ready for that grave hour which must go to all, by a helpful partner with the downfall of Christ." 

He needed to go to Italy where he trusted light and warmth would restore him. He made it just to the degree Nice, France. There he ended up being so wiped out he expected to rest. Again God stayed with him as an English priest who bosom encouraged him. Ten weeks consequent to addressing his farewell sermon, Henry passed on.

It is well...

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