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Post by Get off of TMB on Oct 7, 2019 18:27:53 GMT -5
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Post by CherieKropp on Oct 7, 2019 20:13:03 GMT -5
This hymn is not written by a 2x2. It's by Herbert Henry Booth (1862-1926) who wrote several other hymns also. 24 FROM every stain made clean, From every sin set free – O blessed Lord, this is the gift That Thou hast promised me; And pressing through the past Of failure, fault and fear, Before Thy cross my all I cast And dare to leave it there. 2 From Thee I would not hide My sin because of fear, What men may think, I hate my pride And as I am appear: Just as I am, O Lord, Not what I’m thought to be; Just as I am, a struggling soul, For life and liberty. 3 While in Thy light I stand, My heart, I seem to see, Has failed to take from Thine own hand The gift it offers me. O Lord, Thy plenteous grace, Thy wisdom and Thy power, I here proclaim before Thy face, Can keep me every hour. 4 Upon the altar here, I lay my treasure down; I only want to have Thee near, King of my heart to crown. The fire doth surely burn My every selfish claim; And while from them to Thee I turn, I trust in Thy great name.
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Post by BobWilliston on Oct 7, 2019 20:14:05 GMT -5
When the song is over, click on WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER.
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Post by jetmech on Oct 19, 2019 20:38:07 GMT -5
I notice right off how fast they sing this hymn ... with no feeling and seemingly can't wait to complete it and get it over with. I remember hearing this sang in convention and how it was sang with feeling, emotion, and genuiness unlike any other place; with that special beautiful, echo and ambience that only the truth could provide.
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Post by Roselyn T on Oct 19, 2019 23:54:15 GMT -5
I notice right off how fast they sing this hymn ... with no feeling and seemingly can't wait to complete it and get it over with. I remember hearing this sang in convention and how it was sang with feeling, emotion, and genuiness unlike any other place; with that special beautiful, echo and ambience that only the truth could provide. 😄😄😄
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Post by dmmichgood on Oct 20, 2019 1:26:22 GMT -5
I notice right off how fast they sing this hymn ... with no feeling and seemingly can't wait to complete it and get it over with. I remember hearing this sang in convention and how it was sang with feeling, emotion, and genuiness unlike any other place; with that special beautiful, echo and ambience that only the truth could provide. Well if you noticed, Jet, -it was being sang by the Salvation Army, -maybe that is why the difference.
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Post by mountain on Oct 20, 2019 2:52:58 GMT -5
Great, uplifting hymn. This version doesn't quite remind me of convention stew, but they certainly don't write them like this anymore. Modern hymns are often more like rock or pop songs, devoid of any real emotion and spirit. Flatter than a pancake and designed for happy clapping rather than uplifting the soul.
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Post by xna on Oct 20, 2019 15:42:18 GMT -5
Sin Is A Made-Up Religious Marketing Scheme. An imaginary disease where religion was invented to sell you an imaginary cure.
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Post by joanna on Oct 21, 2019 0:18:23 GMT -5
CherieKropp"FROM every stain made clean, From every sin set free"What are the stains and how do they differ from sin? "O blessed Lord, this is the gift That Thou hast promised me"Does this gift of being set free take place immediately or, if this promise is going to take effect sometime in the future, when is that likely to be? Thank you.
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Post by mountain on Oct 21, 2019 2:23:05 GMT -5
CherieKropp"FROM every stain made clean, From every sin set free"What are the stains and how do they differ from sin? "O blessed Lord, this is the gift That Thou hast promised me"Does this gift of being set free take place immediately or, if this promise is going to take effect sometime in the future, when is that likely to be? Thank you. If I punch somebody on the nose, that is a sin. The result is the victim sustains a bloodstained face, bruising and pain, etc. That is the stains of my sin. I would be guilty of the sin and for the effects of that sin. That is just a picture of my understanding. The sin and stains are thus part of me. I am guilty of my actions and the effects of those actions and thus I am stained by them. Being released from sin is a daily business. How often do you wash yourself? How often do you wash your clothes? Same thing. Christ's shed blood was a once and for all atonement for our sins and the stains of them (they go hand in hand). They will be remembered no more. Though our sins be like crimson we will be made white as snow (small 's' - not to be confused with our very dear poster). Imagine a bar of soap. Only it never wears down. You turn to it regularly, daily even for cleansing. For cleansing...read 'cleanse sin!' Future sins must be repented of and forgiveness sought. That is why it is an ongoing process. When you are cleansed, you are free from the dirt/sin/stains etc. Always remember, body and garments need regular cleansing. A bar of soap and/or a packet of washing powder. (Virgs)
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Post by sharingtheriches on Oct 30, 2019 20:30:52 GMT -5
I notice right off how fast they sing this hymn ... with no feeling and seemingly can't wait to complete it and get it over with. I remember hearing this sang in convention and how it was sang with feeling, emotion, and genuiness unlike any other place; with that special beautiful, echo and ambience that only the truth could provide. They’re singing the music as it is written in 4/4 time. Which is the composer’s intention. Actually it should be sung joyfully! A march is 4/4 time...usually. Think “left, right, left, right”! 😉
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Post by BobWilliston on Oct 31, 2019 2:47:07 GMT -5
There was never any draggy singing when I was in charge of the time. I'll never forget the Sunday (union) meeting when half the room realized after they finished the first line, the rest of us had already started the THIRD line.
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Post by BobWilliston on Oct 31, 2019 2:48:12 GMT -5
I should write a book about the funny things I've seen happen in meetings.
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Post by sharingtheriches on Oct 31, 2019 10:44:50 GMT -5
I should write a book about the funny things I've seen happen in meetings. I’m waiting...😃
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Post by snow on Oct 31, 2019 13:20:24 GMT -5
I should write a book about the funny things I've seen happen in meetings. Send them to Rick Mercer...
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Post by sharingtheriches on Oct 31, 2019 15:12:31 GMT -5
I should write a book about the funny things I've seen happen in meetings. Send them to Rick Mercer... Who’s Rick Mercer?
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Post by snow on Nov 1, 2019 12:05:41 GMT -5
Send them to Rick Mercer... Who’s Rick Mercer? A Canadian Comedian. This hour has 22 minutes is a show he hosts.
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Post by jetmech on Nov 2, 2019 7:23:03 GMT -5
There was never any draggy singing when I was in charge of the time. I'll never forget the Sunday (union) meeting when half the room realized after they finished the first line, the rest of us had already started the THIRD line. That's funny Bob. We had a worker in our area named Luther Nussbaum. Luther always stepped things up a notch and insisted on singing the hymns at a faster tempo.
I was recently thinking about this hymn and how everyone made sure they pronounced the old English correctly and didn't insert modern English … thy, thou and so on.
Now that I know the hymn wasn't written by anyone in the truth I would not feel guilty inserting modern-day English words where I feel it's appropriate.
For example … where it says " … what men may think I hate my pride and as I am appear …" … why couldn't it say " … and as I do appear …?" Instead of " … and as I am appear..."
and where it says " … Oh blessed Lord this is the gift that thou hast offered me …" I believe could be sang " … Oh blessed Lord this is the gift that you have offered me …"
I professed through this hymn … now, had I known it wasn't written by anyone in the truth … maybe I would have remained seated.
I don't know why my post is double-spaced.
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Post by Annan on Nov 2, 2019 7:45:11 GMT -5
I professed through this hymn … now, had I known it wasn't written by anyone in the truth … maybe I would have remained seated. I remember being told not to sing any "worldly" hymns. In other words, hymns for other churches. I remember my dad finding out that some of the hymns in the 2x2 hymnal were not written by 2x2's as he believed. There were other little things along the way. What finally broke my dad was finding out the faith was started by a man and was not a linage descended from the apostles. The workers didn't have an answer for that one. It's hard to believe when you find out you were fed lies. And since I'm on a roll... Cannot God speak to each individual heart? I understand fellowship. What I don't understand is trusting someone else to deliver God's message. In my opinion, the 2x2's strive to be different. It's like they take pride in being "set apart from the world" as my dad would say. I always ask but never get an answer. Where's the love?
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Post by Gene on Nov 2, 2019 18:13:08 GMT -5
I professed through this hymn … now, had I known it wasn't written by anyone in the truth … maybe I would have remained seated. I remember being told not to sing any "worldly" hymns. In other words, hymns for other churches. I remember my dad finding out that some of the hymns in the 2x2 hymnal were not written by 2x2's as he believed. There were other little things along the way. What finally broke my dad was finding out the faith was started by a man and was not a linage descended from the apostles. The workers didn't have an answer for that one. It's hard to believe when you find out you were fed lies. And since I'm on a roll... Cannot God speak to each individual heart? I understand fellowship. What I don't understand is trusting someone else to deliver God's message. In my opinion, the 2x2's strive to be different. It's like they take pride in being "set apart from the world" as my dad would say. I always ask but never get an answer. Where's the love? I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing.
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Post by openingact34 on Nov 3, 2019 11:34:24 GMT -5
I remember being told not to sing any "worldly" hymns. In other words, hymns for other churches. I remember my dad finding out that some of the hymns in the 2x2 hymnal were not written by 2x2's as he believed. There were other little things along the way. What finally broke my dad was finding out the faith was started by a man and was not a linage descended from the apostles. The workers didn't have an answer for that one. It's hard to believe when you find out you were fed lies. And since I'm on a roll... Cannot God speak to each individual heart? I understand fellowship. What I don't understand is trusting someone else to deliver God's message. In my opinion, the 2x2's strive to be different. It's like they take pride in being "set apart from the world" as my dad would say. I always ask but never get an answer. Where's the love? I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing. There was actually a great deal of love in the Spanish Inquisition as well. "The object of the Inquisition was the saving of souls; the detection and punishment of heresy was merely a necessary means to that end. The burning of the obstinate impenitent, besides avenging the offence to God, was the removal of a gangrened member to preserve the body from infection...The whole procedure was directed to induce the accused to confess his errors, to profess repentance and to be for mercy. He was adjured by the love of God and his Blessed Mother to discharge his conscience and save his soul by a full confession, as to himself and others, without uttering false testimony as to himself or to them." - A History of the Inquisition of Spain: Volume II When you believe in the wicked Monster God of Christianity who is going to torture people for all eternity, it justifies almost any behavior, any cruelty here on earth to save souls from this celestial sadist. Any action taken this end is an act of love.
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Post by jetmech on Nov 10, 2019 14:25:05 GMT -5
I remember being told not to sing any "worldly" hymns. In other words, hymns for other churches. I remember my dad finding out that some of the hymns in the 2x2 hymnal were not written by 2x2's as he believed. There were other little things along the way. What finally broke my dad was finding out the faith was started by a man and was not a linage descended from the apostles. The workers didn't have an answer for that one. It's hard to believe when you find out you were fed lies. And since I'm on a roll... Cannot God speak to each individual heart? I understand fellowship. What I don't understand is trusting someone else to deliver God's message. In my opinion, the 2x2's strive to be different. It's like they take pride in being "set apart from the world" as my dad would say. I always ask but never get an answer. Where's the love? I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing. Gene ... although I like your post ... I suppose because I wish love were in fact never "missing" in the truth ... I found it to be MISSING. I was reared in the truth as a foster child - not of my own choice, but because a professing family came and took my twin and I from the orphanage while we were 1 1/2 yrs old. We became the proverbial " ... red headed step children!" We had two "cousins" (strictly by foster child connection) that we paled around with at meetings and convention. We went to stay all night with them one summer, and when they ate supper their Dad made my brother and I go outside while they ate supper. We received no food. We knew where we stood with this whole family right then and there! Another time my foster Dad, an exworker, was driving a farm tractor cultivating some soybeans. He always made my twin and I ride on each fender and our job was to pick up rocks and carry them out of the field and pull out weeds; milkweed, thistles, etc. This particular day my brother was not there ... just my Dad and I. We trudged along on that tractor in the hot breeze. It was BORING. Heat wafted up across my face from the engine of the tractor. I was yawning, tears streamed down my face, andI was dozing off. All of a sudden, with no warning, my foster Dad slammed the clutch to the floor! With the cultivators in the ground, when you push the clutch in, the tractor stops AT ONCE!!! I mean INSTANTLY! When that tractor came to a sudden, jolting, STOP ... my body kept on going. I fell head first down into the cultivators! Those cultivators were made of solid iron! It hurt me past words. Had my head hit one of the discs it would have sliced my head open like a watermelon! I pulled myself out, crying of course, my shoulders took the brunt of the hit so my shoulders hurt so bad I couldn't lift my arms. My foster Dad had this sick expression on his face ... I KNEW he did it on purpose. Love certainly was completely absent there ... especially when he yelled at me: "You go over and stand at the edge of the woods you ol' brute ... while I make another round ... when I get back if you fall asleep on the tractor again you'll get a boot in your hind end!" The other day I was listening to a CD of hymns sang by Alan Jackson. I'd heard the title of the hymn LOVE LIFTED ME ... had heard of the title; but, had never actually heard it sung by anyone. As I listened to that song ... I thought that's what was missing in my youth - LOVE!
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Post by Dennis J on Nov 10, 2019 15:01:50 GMT -5
Feeling much like an old worn out and many stained garment! The time IS coming when it shall be regenerated and restored. Are there no others to feel the same? I love my unseen Lord and Savior, even when so many of you do not. In a restaurant recently. Someone spilled something all over me, we had to wipe it up as best possible, other times I have stained myself and so goes life! From every stain made clean! Rejoicing at even the very thought!
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Post by dmmichgood on Nov 10, 2019 15:24:28 GMT -5
I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing. There was actually a great deal of love in the Spanish Inquisition as well. "The object of the Inquisition was the saving of souls; the detection and punishment of heresy was merely a necessary means to that end. The burning of the obstinate impenitent, besides avenging the offence to God, was the removal of a gangrened member to preserve the body from infection...The whole procedure was directed to induce the accused to confess his errors, to profess repentance and to be for mercy. He was adjured by the love of God and his Blessed Mother to discharge his conscience and save his soul by a full confession, as to himself and others, without uttering false testimony as to himself or to them." - A History of the Inquisition of Spain: Volume II When you believe in the wicked Monster God of Christianity who is going to torture people for all eternity, it justifies almost any behavior, any cruelty here on earth to save souls from this celestial sadist. Any action taken this end is an act of love. Ah, yes! True love indeed! Witness the kindly priest who would even risk getting set on fire himself when leaning in toward that burning "obstinate impenitent" in an attempt to hear a last minute confession that would his save his "soul."
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Post by Gene on Nov 10, 2019 17:11:13 GMT -5
I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing. Gene ... although I like your post ... I suppose because I wish love were in fact never "missing" in the truth ... I found it to be MISSING. I was reared in the truth as a foster child - not of my own choice, but because a professing family came and took my twin and I from the orphanage while we were 1 1/2 yrs old. We became the proverbial " ... red headed step children!" We had two "cousins" (strictly by foster child connection) that we paled around with at meetings and convention. We went to stay all night with them one summer, and when they ate supper their Dad made my brother and I go outside while they ate supper. We received no food. We knew where we stood with this whole family right then and there! Another time my foster Dad, an exworker, was driving a farm tractor cultivating some soybeans. He always made my twin and I ride on each fender and our job was to pick up rocks and carry them out of the field and pull out weeds; milkweed, thistles, etc. This particular day my brother was not there ... just my Dad and I. We trudged along on that tractor in the hot breeze. It was BORING. Heat wafted up across my face from the engine of the tractor. I was yawning, tears streamed down my face, andI was dozing off. All of a sudden, with no warning, my foster Dad slammed the clutch to the floor! With the cultivators in the ground, when you push the clutch in, the tractor stops AT ONCE!!! I mean INSTANTLY! When that tractor came to a sudden, jolting, STOP ... my body kept on going. I fell head first down into the cultivators! Those cultivators were made of solid iron! It hurt me past words. Had my head hit one of the discs it would have sliced my head open like a watermelon! I pulled myself out, crying of course, my shoulders took the brunt of the hit so my shoulders hurt so bad I couldn't lift my arms. My foster Dad had this sick expression on his face ... I KNEW he did it on purpose. Love certainly was completely absent there ... especially when he yelled at me: "You go over and stand at the edge of the woods you ol' brute ... while I make another round ... when I get back if you fall asleep on the tractor again you'll get a boot in your hind end!" The other day I was listening to a CD of hymns sang by Alan Jackson. I'd heard the title of the hymn LOVE LIFTED ME ... had heard of the title; but, had never actually heard it sung by anyone. As I listened to that song ... I thought that's what was missing in my youth - LOVE! Did you learn a lesson in that bean field that has served you well since?
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Post by sharingtheriches on Nov 10, 2019 19:40:04 GMT -5
I professed through this hymn … now, had I known it wasn't written by anyone in the truth … maybe I would have remained seated. I remember being told not to sing any "worldly" hymns. In other words, hymns for other churches. I remember my dad finding out that some of the hymns in the 2x2 hymnal were not written by 2x2's as he believed. There were other little things along the way. What finally broke my dad was finding out the faith was started by a man and was not a linage descended from the apostles. The workers didn't have an answer for that one. It's hard to believe when you find out you were fed lies. And since I'm on a roll... Cannot God speak to each individual heart? I understand fellowship. What I don't understand is trusting someone else to deliver God's message. In my opinion, the 2x2's strive to be different. It's like they take pride in being "set apart from the world" as my dad would say. I always ask but never get an answer. Where's the love? With the Bible so readily available, there is no reason that an individual so like needy and intent; that the Holy Spirit CAN SPEAK to that individual. The Bible, even the NT was not written when even the OT scriptures were not individually available. Some want to throw up about the Ethiopian eunuch that he couldn’t understand what he was reading so Phillip was sent to him. But all he had was the OT and where he was reading was about Jesus. He didn’t know Jesus had come and was crucified. So this is where Phillip brought him up to the present day of bible prophecies being fulfilled. Just because individuals CAN come to know and understand doesn’t negate the good that preaching/teaching can do in bringing people into understanding of Jesus Christ. And yes, the 2x2s pride themselves on being “different”. They think that’s the way to prove their Gods children. They don’t understand (because they don’t believe Jesus is God) that having Jesus Christ within us what makes the difference not fighting against other Christian denominations. It truly is an individual difference of heart, not a church difference, that speaks of the indwelling Holy Spirit. But if they don’t know how the Holy Spirit works within us is a reason for the outward appearances and differences in church actions! Yes, learning the lies does just kind of knock one’s faith in its knees. But then 2x2s are taught extraneously to believe it’s the 2x2 church that saves them. Jesus is like an afterthought to some!
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Post by sharingtheriches on Nov 10, 2019 19:48:11 GMT -5
I never found love to be missing in the 2x2s. Sometimes misinformed, misguided, misdirected, and misled, but not missing. Gene ... although I like your post ... I suppose because I wish love were in fact never "missing" in the truth ... I found it to be MISSING. I was reared in the truth as a foster child - not of my own choice, but because a professing family came and took my twin and I from the orphanage while we were 1 1/2 yrs old. We became the proverbial " ... red headed step children!" We had two "cousins" (strictly by foster child connection) that we paled around with at meetings and convention. We went to stay all night with them one summer, and when they ate supper their Dad made my brother and I go outside while they ate supper. We received no food. We knew where we stood with this whole family right then and there! Another time my foster Dad, an exworker, was driving a farm tractor cultivating some soybeans. He always made my twin and I ride on each fender and our job was to pick up rocks and carry them out of the field and pull out weeds; milkweed, thistles, etc. This particular day my brother was not there ... just my Dad and I. We trudged along on that tractor in the hot breeze. It was BORING. Heat wafted up across my face from the engine of the tractor. I was yawning, tears streamed down my face, andI was dozing off. All of a sudden, with no warning, my foster Dad slammed the clutch to the floor! With the cultivators in the ground, when you push the clutch in, the tractor stops AT ONCE!!! I mean INSTANTLY! When that tractor came to a sudden, jolting, STOP ... my body kept on going. I fell head first down into the cultivators! Those cultivators were made of solid iron! It hurt me past words. Had my head hit one of the discs it would have sliced my head open like a watermelon! I pulled myself out, crying of course, my shoulders took the brunt of the hit so my shoulders hurt so bad I couldn't lift my arms. My foster Dad had this sick expression on his face ... I KNEW he did it on purpose. Love certainly was completely absent there ... especially when he yelled at me: "You go over and stand at the edge of the woods you ol' brute ... while I make another round ... when I get back if you fall asleep on the tractor again you'll get a boot in your hind end!" The other day I was listening to a CD of hymns sang by Alan Jackson. I'd heard the title of the hymn LOVE LIFTED ME ... had heard of the title; but, had never actually heard it sung by anyone. As I listened to that song ... I thought that's what was missing in my youth - LOVE! It’s so sad, but many people in those days adopted children to have unpaid servants. Often they were quick to take older children just so they’d be able to put them to work ASAP. But when labor laws were adopted, people started to report these adoptive parents for the slavery they put the adopted children under. And then as these poor children grew up and their stories in their adulthood telling if they slavery abuse brought an awareness what was happening to adopted children. Of course that was just some cases, other cases really wanted the children to live and provide for!
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Post by sharingtheriches on Nov 10, 2019 19:54:16 GMT -5
There was never any draggy singing when I was in charge of the time. I'll never forget the Sunday (union) meeting when half the room realized after they finished the first line, the rest of us had already started the THIRD line. That's funny Bob. We had a worker in our area named Luther Nussbaum. Luther always stepped things up a notch and insisted on singing the hymns at a faster tempo.
I was recently thinking about this hymn and how everyone made sure they pronounced the old English correctly and didn't insert modern English … thy, thou and so on.
Now that I know the hymn wasn't written by anyone in the truth I would not feel guilty inserting modern-day English words where I feel it's appropriate.
For example … where it says " … what men may think I hate my pride and as I am appear …" … why couldn't it say " … and as I do appear …?" Instead of " … and as I am appear..."
and where it says " … Oh blessed Lord this is the gift that thou hast offered me …" I believe could be sang " … Oh blessed Lord this is the gift that you have offered me …"
I professed through this hymn … now, had I known it wasn't written by anyone in the truth … maybe I would have remained seated.
I don't know why my post is double-spaced.
There is a total different meaning in: “As I am I appear.” Versus “As I do appear.” First which is in the song, means that whatever I am from past to present, I appear before Christ. Otherwords, am not hiding what I am because of past to present-offering no excuses for I need help! The second phrase” as I do appear” doesn’t quite measure up to simply explaining the potential for a sad sinner coming before the Lord in need not hiding what he is.
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