April 10, 2008

• Blessed Assurance

  Ok the last hymn for the day

  I will post this one in German and English.

  Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1873
  Born: March 24, 1820, Put­nam Coun­ty, New York.
  Died: Feb­ru­a­ry 12, 1915, Bridge­port, Con­nec­ti­cut.
  Buried: Bridge­port, Con­nec­ti­cut.

  Fanny Cros­by was prob­ab­ly the most pro­lif­ic hymn­ist in his­to­ry. Though blind­ed by an in­com­pe­tent doc­tor at six weeks of age, she wrote over 8,000 hymns. About her blind­ness, she said: It seemed in­tend­ed by the bless­ed prov­i­dence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dis­pen­sa­tion. If per­fect earth­ly sight were of­fered me to­mor­row I would not ac­cept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been dis­tract­ed by the beau­ti­ful and in­ter­est­ing things about me.

  In her life­time, Fan­ny Cros­by was one of the best known wo­men in the Unit­ed States. To this day, the vast ma­jor­i­ty of Amer­i­can hymn­als con­tain her work.

  Blessèd assurance, Jesus is mine!
  O what a foretaste of glory divine!
  Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
  Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

  Refrain:
  This is my story, this is my song,
  Praising my Savior, all the day long;
  This is my story, this is my song,
  Praising my Savior, all the day long.

  Perfect submission, perfect delight,
  Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
  Angels descending bring from above
  Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

  Refrain

  Perfect submission, all is at rest
  I in my Savior am happy and blest,
  Watching and waiting, looking above,
  Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

  Refrain

  now in German

  Sel’ge Gewissheit, Jesus ist mein!
  Nun kann erst recht ich des Lebens mich freu’n.
  Erbe des Himmels, ewig beglückt,
  Wie schon der Vorschmack wonnig entzückt!

  Refrain:
  Dies ist mein ew’ger Jubelgesang,
  Jesum ich preis’ mit freudigem Drang;
  Dies ist mein ew’ger Jubelgesang,
  Jesum ich preis’ mit freudigem Drang.

  Süsse Ergebung, himmlische Freud’,
  Ist man dem Heilande völlig geweiht;
  Göttlicher Friede füllt meine Brust,
  Seine Gebote sind meine Lust.

  Refrain

  Seliger Friede, heilige Rast,
  Jesus bewahrt mich und trägt meine Last;
  Glücklich, wer dessen sicher darf sein:
  Jesu gehör’ ich, Jesus ist mein!

  Refrain

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