THOSE OLD TIME HYMNS

A lot of people like to sing the modern, new praise songs,
With drums and clashing cymbals to a loud and lively beat.
Sometimes few oft-repeated words are sung, then sung again,
And countless repetitions echo ere the song's complete.

But somehow they don't touch my heart, or bring me quite the joy
That I've received throughout my life in times of grief or loss,
By singing from an old time hymnal songs of faith and hope,
And songs about my Savior dying on a rugged cross.

So many old time hymns are hidden deep within my heart,
To bring me hope and comfort in the darkness of the night,
When storms rage all about me and my body lies in pain
Upon my tear-soaked pillow - not a gleam of hope in sight.

Those Scripture truths in music that lie etched within my heart
Remind me that my loving Lord was punished in my place,
So all my sins could be erased and cleansed from my account,
And be replaced with endless love while I behold His face.

I've found a friend in Jesus, and He's mine forevermore.
He is my mighty fortress as the billows toss and roll.
And so I praise His mighty Name that I am not alone,
But have His full assurance all is well within my soul.

I find that every day is sweeter than the day before,
For Jesus keeps me singing as I go along my way.
And as those precious old time hymns bring peace into my heart,
I leave my burdens with the Lord as I kneel down and pray.

I have so many blessings - far too numerous to count,
And so I praise my blessed Lord for all that He has done.
But I'm especially thankful for the songs within my heart,
That bring me sweet communion with God's own begotten Son.

                                          Betty Jo Mings

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