Nothing Between

Nothing Between

By: Charles Albert Tindley

 

Nothing between my soul and the Savior,

Naught of this world's delusive dream;

I have renounced all sinful pleasure,

Jesus is mine; there's nothing between.

Nothing between my soul and the Savior,

So that His blessed face may be seen;

Nothing preventing the least of His favor,

Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.

 

Nothing between, like world pleasure,
Habits of life though harmless they seem,

Must not my heart from Him e'er sever,

He is my all; there's nothing between.

Nothing between my soul and the Savior,

So that His blessed face may be seen;

Nothing preventing the least of His favor,

Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.

 

Nothing between, like pride or station,

Self or friends shall not intervene,

Tho' it may cost me much tribulation,

I am resolved; there's nothing between.

Nothing between my soul and the Savior,

So that His blessed face may be seen;
Nothing preventing the least of His favor,

Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.

 

Nothing between, e'en many hard trials,

Tho' the world against me convene;

Watching with prayer and much self denial,

I'll triumph at last, with nothing between.

Nothing between my soul and the Savior,

So that His blessed face may be seen;

Nothing preventing the least of His favor,

Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.

 

Charles Albert Tindley was born on July 7, 1851, in Berlin, Maryland.

Charles Tindley, who is known as one of the "founding fathers of American Gospel Music", was the son of a slave father and a free mother. At age 17, he taught himself to read and write. While attending night school and earning his divinity degree through a correspondence course, Charles worked as a janitor. In 1902, he became pastor of Calvary Methodist Episcopal Church in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the church where he had worked as a janitor.

One day, while Charles was in his study preparing a sermon, a gust of wind blew some papers over top of his work. "Not now," he thought to himself, "let nothing between." And the theme of this hymn was created.

At the time of Charles' death in 1933, his church had 12,500 members. The Tindley Temple United Methodist Church in Philadelphia was named after him. Charles wrote over 40 hymns during his lifetime, some of which include the following:

"I Know the Lord Will Make a Way"

"I'll Overcome Some Day"

"I'm Going to Die with My Staff in My Hand"

"Leave It There"

"Let Jesus Fix It for You"

"Lord, I've Tried"

"Some Day"

"Stand by Me"

"The Storm Is Passing Over"

"We'll Understand It Better Be and By"

"What Are They Doing in Heaven?"

 

Is there anything between you and the Lord? If so, make it right. Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.

 

In His forever abounding love,
Ashley

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

~Romans 8:38-39

 



Happy Father's Day

A father is respected because

He gives his children leadership...

Appreciated because

He gives his children care...

Valued because

He gives his children time...

Loved because

He gives his children the one thing

They treasure most - himself.

 

Daddy, you're my hero and you always will be, you're someone I admire, you're someone I'll always need, you're someone who will always hold a special place in my heart, and you're someone I will always love. You're such a godly, kind, honorable, compassionate, and selfless man, and I'm privileged to call you my father. I love you daddy! 

Be a blessing to your dad today and every day.

With much love in Christ Jesus,

Ashley

Proverbs 20:7

The just man walketh in his integrity: his children are blessed after him.

Calling All Pianists~~~A New Piano Book

Calling all pianists!! I'm so thrilled to share with you that 'With a Joyful Noise' has released a new piano solo book for late-intermediate to early-advanced pianists. Whether you are your church's pianist or you simply enjoy learning new music for personal enjoyment and reflection, finding new music books is always a joy. Coming from a church pianist who knows the struggle of finding new offertories, Amanda Tero has taken timeless songs and woven advanced techniques into simple, relaxing settings.

The songs in the piano solo book are commonly known as “invitation songs,” and the messages ring true. Have we laid all on the altar for God to control? Have we acknowledge our need for Christ and turned fully to Him? Have we truly surrendered all to Him? Are we daily seeking to be near Him so that we can say in assurance, “It is well with my soul?” Are we eagerly awaiting His eternal plans for us or do we still cling to that which will one day fade away?

Listen to all of the songs on YouTube.

About the Book

Level: Late-intermediate/Early Advanced

Pages: 37

Song List ​(click on the link to listen to samples)
Is Your All on the Altar - Come, Ye Sinners - I Surrender All - Near the Cross -
It is Well With My Soul - Near to the Heart of God - Jerusalem, my Happy Home

Buy the Book

Visit www.withajoyfulnoise.com or email Amanda at withajoyfulnoise@gmail.com for more information on purchasing your own copy (digital or print).

About the Arranger

Amanda Tero is a born-again believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, currently living and teaching in Mississippi. She has played piano since 1998, studying under Karen Tero, Donna Hopkins, and Shelley Hayes. The Lord has given her opportunities to be involved in accompaniment, congregational playing, hymn-arranging, and recording since 1999.

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Giveaway

Since not all blog-readers are pianists, there are two giveaways going on, so no one is left out! First, you may enter for a physical copy of Amanda's piano solo CD, The Solid Rock. Second, you may enter to win a print copy of Surrender for yourself. Note: these giveaways are open to U.S. Residents only (non-U.S. residents may enter the giveaway for Surrender if they would like to win a digital copy instead).

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Be sure to hop by the other great blogs that are featuring Surrender on their blogs this month!

~ Bookish Orchestrations ~ Creating Precious Moments ~ Jessa's Whimsical Writings ~ Honey Rock Hills ~ The Destiny of One ~ Ready to be Offered ~ Thoughts on Life ~ Reading in June ~ Kelsey's Note Book ~ Peculiar on Purpose ~

                                                     

I Must Tell Jesus

"I Must Tell Jesus"

By: Elisha A. Hoffman

I must tell Jesus all of my trials, I cannot bear these burdens along. 

In my distress He kindly will help me. 

He ever loves and cares for His own. 

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! I cannot bear my burdens alone. 

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

 ~~~~~

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles, He is a kind, compassionate friend.

If I but ask Him, He will deliver, make of my troubles quickly an end.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! I cannot bear my burdens alone. 

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

~~~~~

O how the world to evil allures me. O how my heart is tempted to sin. 

I must tell Jesus and He will help me, over the world the vict'ry to win.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! I cannot bear my burdens alone.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

~~~~~

Many New Testament promises have corresponding verses in the Old Testament that reinforce their power. When Peter, for example, said "Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you" (1 Peter 5:6-7), he was but restating David's words in Psalms 55:22: "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."  
Elisha A. Hoffman loved those verses. He was born May 7, 1839, in Orwigsburg, Pennsylvania. His father was a minister, and Elisha followed Christ at a young age. He attended Philadelphia public school, studied science, then pursued the classics at Union Seminary of the Evangelical Association. He worked for eleven years with the association's publishing house in Cleveland, Ohio. Then, following the death of his young wife, he returned to Pennsylvania and devoted 33 years to pastoring Benton Harbor Presbyterian Church. 
Hoffman's pastime was writing hymns, many of which were inspired by pastoral incidents. One day, for example, while calling on the destitute of Lebanon, Pennsylvania, he met a woman whose depression seemed beyond cure. She opened her heart and poured on him her pent-up sorrows. Wringing her hands, she cried, "What shall I do? Oh, what shall I do?" Hoffman knew what she should do, for he had himself learned the deeper lessons of God's comfort. He said to the woman, "You cannot do better than to take all your sorrows to Jesus. You must tell Jesus." Suddenly the lady's face lighted up. "Yes!" she cried, "That's it! I must tell Jesus." Her words echoed in Hoffman's ears, and he mulled them over as he returned home. He drew out his pen and started writing

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus! 
I cannot bear my burdens alon;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

Hoffman lived to be 90, telling Jesus his burdens and giving the church such hymns as "What A Wonderful Savior," "Down at the Cross," "Are You Washed in the Blood?," "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms," and a thousand more.
Taken from "Then Sings My Soul" by Robert J. Morgan

Farewell, and may the peace of God fill your mind.
Ashley

It Is Well with My Soul

It Is Well with My Soul

By: Horatio G. Spafford

When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows, like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to sway,

"It is well, it is well, with my soul."
It is well, with my soul, it is well, it is well, with my soul.

~~~~~

My sin, O the bliss of this glorious tho't, my sin not in part but the whole

Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!

It is well, with my soul, it is well, it is well, with my soul.

~~~~~

O, Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,

"Even so" it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul, it is well, it is well, with my soul.

~~~~~

When the great Chicago fire consumed the Windy City in 1871, Horatio G. Spafford, an attorney heavily invested in real estate, lost a fortune. About that time, his only son, age 4, succumbed to scarlet fever. Horatio drowned his grief in work, pouring himself into rebuilding the city and assisting the 100,000 who had been left homeless.

In November of 1873, he decided to take his wife and daughters to Europe. Horatio was close to D.L. Moody and Ira Sankey, and he wanted to visit their evangelistic meetings in England, then enjoy a vacation.

When an urgent matter detained Horatio in New York, he decided to send his wife, Anna, and their four daughters, Maggie, Tanetta, Annie, and Bessie, on ahead. As he saw them settled into a cabin aboard the luxurious French liner Ville du Havre, an unease filled his mind, and he moved them to a room closer to the bow of the ship. Then he said good-bye, promising to join them soon.

During the small hours of November 22, 1873, as the Ville du Havre glided over smooth seas, the passengers were jolted from their bunks. The ship had collided with an iron sailing vessel, and water poured in like Niagara. The Ville du Havre tilted dangerously. Screams, prayers, and oaths merged into a nightmare of unmeasured terror. Passengers clung to posts, tumbled through darkness, and were swept away by powerful currents of icy ocean. Loved ones fell from each other's grasp and disappeared into foaming blackness. Within two hours, the mighty ship vanished beneath the waters. The 226 fatalities included Maggie, Tanetta, Annie, and Bessie. Mrs. Spafford was found nearly unconscious, clinging to a piece of the wreckage. When the 47 survivors landed in Cardiff, Wales, she cabled her husband: "Saved Alone."

Horatio immediately booked passage to join his wife. En route, on a cold December night, the captain called him aside and said, "I believe we are now passing over the place where the Ville du Havre went down." Spafford went to his cabin but found it hard to sleep. He said to himself, "It is well; the will of God be done." He later wrote his famous hymn based on those words.

The melody for "It Is Well," titled VILLE DU HAVRE, was written by Philip Bliss who was himself soon to perish, along with his wife, in a terrible train wreck in Ohio.
Taken from "Then Sings My Soul" by Robert J. Morgan
 

Psalms 34:19

"Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all."
Thinking on things above,
Ashley

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O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! 

who hast set thy glory above the heavens. 

~Psalms 8:1~

Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the 

Lord  in the beauty of holiness.

~Psalms 29:2~

All things were made by him; and without him was not 
anything made that was made. 
~John 1:3~

Thy word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair;

And everyone who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there. 

Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and race

Are hidden in its mighty depths for every searcher there. 

"Thy Word is Like a Garden, Lord"

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and 
power; for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure
they are and were created. 
~Revelation 4:11~

How I praise the great Creator, 

Who did make this world so fair;

As I scan the realm of nature 

I can see His image there.

In the steep and on the hill-top,
There I find His royal throne;
And the God who made the mountain
Ever loves me as His own.

Tiny bud and lovely flower,

All the fragrant bloom of spring,

Show the sweetness and the beauty

Of my Sov'reign and my King. 

Bubbling spring and swirling river,

Lapping lake and tossing sea,

All declare the might and greatness

Of the One who cares for me.

How I praise the great Creator,

Who did make this world so fair;

For I too am His creation,

And I love Him for His care.

~David George Ball~   

Fill me with gladness from above,

Hold me by strength divine;

Lord, let the glow of your great love

Through my whole being shine. 

~Unknown~ 

And thru eternal ages gratefully I sing,
"O how He loved!
Jesus, my Lord and my King."
~Oswald J. Smith~

Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise
God, be honour and glory for ever and every. Amen.
~1 Timothy 1:17~ 

They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk

of thy power; To make known to the sons of men his 

mighty acts, and the glorious majesty of his kingdom. 

Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and thy dominion

endureth throughout all generations. 

~Psalms 145:11-13~     

God the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods.

~Psalms 95:3~

Sing Praise to God Who Reigns Above

Sing Praise to God Who Reigns Above

By Johann J. Schutz 

Sing praise to God who reigns above,

The God of all creation; 

The God of pow'r the God of love,

The God of our salvation. 

With healing balm my soul is filled, 

And every faithless murmur stilled; 

To God, all praise and glory!

~~~~~

What God's almighty power hath made, 

His gracious mercy keepeth;

By morning glow or evening shade,

His watchful eye ne'er sleepeth.

Within the kingdom of His might,

Lo, all is just and all is right;

To God, all praise and glory.

~~~~~

The Lord is never far away,

But, thru all grief distressing, 

An ever present help and stay,

Our peace and joy and blessing. 

As with a mother's tender hand, 

He leads His own, His chosen band, 

To God, all praise and glory. 

~~~~~

Thus all my toilsome way along, 

I sing aloud His praises; 

That men may hear the grateful song.

My voice unwearied raises,

Be joyful in the Lord my heart;

Both soul and body bear your part,

To God all praise and glory. 

~~~~~

Evangelist Vance Havner once quipped, "When I was a boy, preachers used to talk about 'holding a revival.' What we really need is somebody who will turn a revival loose." Well, that's what Philip Spener did in Germany, spurred on by his friend and attorney, Johann Jakob Schutz.

Years before, Martin Luther had been all aflame as he established the Protestant Reformation, and the early Lutherans were firebrands of holy zeal. But a generation later, Lutheranism had lost its steam. By the 1600s, church life tended to be formal and shallow. The doctrine was correct but cold. That's when Philip Spener accepted the call to pastor the Lutheran Church in Frankfort am Main. Rather than preaching from the prescribed texts, he began preaching through the entire Bible, calling for repentance and serious discipleship. In 1669, as he preached from the Sermon on the Mount, revival broke out in the church. People were converted, lives changed, families transformed. 

No one was more excited than Johann Schutz, a lifelong resident of Frankfort and prominent city attorney. He suggested Spener take some of these converts and disciple them in small, home prayer and Bible study groups. Spener did so, and it became the talk of the town. These people were called "Pietists" in derision, but the revival spread throughout Germany and is known to history as the "Pietstic Movement." Out of his joy for what was happening, Johann  wrote a hymn in 1675:

Sing praise to God Who reigns above, the God of all creation, 

The God of power, the God of love, the God of our salvation.

With healing balm my soul is filled and every faithless murmur stilled:

To God all praise and glory. 

Schutz died in Frankfort at age 49, on May 22, 1690. But his hymn lives on. It was first published in the United States in 1879, where it appeared in Hymnbook for the Use of Evangelical Lutheran Schools and Congregations. It is sung to a traditional Bohemian melody named "Kirchengesange."

The story of Spener and Schutz reminds us we should never give up on revival. If you don't see a revival starting around you, let it begin in your own heart, then let it overflow to others.
Taken from "Then Sings My Soul" by Robert J. Morgan. 
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Eternally His,
Ashley

The Sweet By and By

"Sweet By and By" 

By: Sanford Fillmore Bennett

There's a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we can see it afar; for the Father waits over the way, to prepare us a dwelling place there.

In the sweet by and by we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. 

~~~~~

We shall sing on that beautiful shore the melodious songs of the blest, and our spirits shall sorrow no more, not a sigh for the blessing of rest. In the sweet by and by we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. 

~~~~~

To our bountiful Father above we will offer our tribute of praise, for the glorious gift of His love and the blessings that hallow our days. In the sweet by and by we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. 

~~~~~

In 1868, a pharmacist named Sanford Fillmore Bennett, 31, was filling prescriptions and handling sales at his apothecary in Elkhorn, Wisconsin. His friend Joseph Webster entered the store. Joseph was a local musician, vocalist, violinist, and amateur composer who suffered from periods of depression. The two men had occasionally collaborated on hymns and songs, Sanford writing the words and Joseph the music. 

On this particular day, Joseph was unusually blue and his face was long. Looking up, Sanford asked, "What is the matter now?" 

"It's not matter," Joseph replied, "it will be all right by and by." 

An idea for a hymn hit Sanford like a flash of sunlight. Sitting at his desk, he began writing as fast as he could. The words came almost instantly. Two customers entered the drugstore, but no attempt was made to assist them-Sanford was too absorbed in his poem-so they sallied over to the stove and visited with Joseph. Finally, Sanford rose and joined them, handing a sheet of paper to his friend. 

"Here is your prescription, Joe," he said. "I hope it works." Webster read the words aloud: 

There's a land that is fairer than day, 

And by faith we can see it afar;

For the Father waits over the way, 

To prepare us a dwelling place there. 

In the sweet by and by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 

In the sweet by and by, 

We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 

 Instantly a tune suggested itself, and Joseph jotted down some notes. Picking up his fiddle, he played his melody over a time or two, then said to the others, "We four make a good male quartet. Let's try the new song and see how it sounds." As "Sweet By and By" was being sung for the first time, another customer, R. R. Crosby, entered the store. "Gentlemen," he said, "I never heard that song before but it is immortal." 

He was right. For over a hundred years we've been singing an immortal hymn that was written in less than thirty minutes in a drugstore. 

John 14:2

"In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." 

I hope you all have a very good and godly week. 
With eternity's values in view, 
Ashley

All Creatures of Our God and King

All Creatures of Our God and King

By: St. Francis of Assisi

All creatures of our God and King, lift up your voice and with us sing, Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou burning sun with golden beam, thou silver moon with softer gleam, O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 

Thou rushing wind that art so strong, ye clouds that sail in Heaven along, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou rising morning praise rejoice, ye lights of evening find a voice. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Let all thing their Creator bless, and worship Him in humbleness. O praise Him! Alleluia! Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son, and praise the spirit, Three in One! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 

~~~~~

So many stories have arisen around St. Francis of Assisi that it's difficult to separate truth from fiction. We know he was born in 1182 in central Italy, son of a rich merchant. After a scanty education, Francis joined the army and was captured in war. He came to Christ shortly after his release, renounced his wealth, and began traveling about the countryside, preaching the gospel, living simply, seeking to make Christ real to everyone he met.

Francis loved nature, and many stories spotlight his interaction with animals. Once as he hiked through Italy's Spoleto Valley, he came upon a flock of birds. When they didn't fly away, he decided to preach them a little sermon: "My brother and sister birds," he reportedly said, "you should praise your Creator and always love Him. He gave you feathers for clothes, wings to fly, and all other things you need. It is God who made your home in thin, pure air. Without sowing or reaping, you receive God's guidance and protection." The flock, it is said, then flew off rejoicing. 

That perspective is reflected in a hymn Francis composed just before his death in 1225, called, "Cantico di fratre sole" - "Song of Brother Sun." It exhorts all creation to worship God. The sun and moon. All the birds. All the clouds. Wind and fire. All men of tender heart. All creatures of our God and King. 

Though written in 1225, an English version didn't appear until 1919, when Rev. William H. Draper decided to use it for a children's worship festival in Leeds, England. But is it sound theology to exhort birds and billowing clouds to lift their voices in praise? Yes! "All Creatures of our God and King" simply restates an older hymn - Psalms 148:1-13 - which says:

Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light. Praise him, ye heaven of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded, and they were created. He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass. Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word: Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children: Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

Taken from "Then Sings My Soul" by Robert J. Morgan
 

~~~~~

^{With the eternal perspective in view,
Ashley}

Time to announce the winner!!!

Hello everyone,

It's time to announce the winner of the giveaway!!! 

Congratulations, Mrs. Neal!!!! I'll be emailing you soon. I want to say thank you to everyone who entered my giveaway.  :) 

I hope you all have a good and godly day!
Joyfully His,

Ashley

Philippians 4:4

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.