Saturday, July 29, 2006

Tomorrow is the Lord’s Day. All over the world people will gather together to sing praises to God—to worship in song.

I miss the “old” songs. I love many of the “new” songs –contemporary music. But I especially love the “old” songs and miss singing them. Songs like:

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.

It’s not that we have given up on this song completely—we just don’t sing it much anymore. Sometimes we sing it before the Lord’s Supper, but not often.

I don’t worship the song or the singers. I worship the Lord! I can worship him with just about any music. But I like the “old” music. I hate to see it fading away and being put on the shelf.

I’m old and fading away—but I don’t want to be put on the shelf.

See from , His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?