Sunday, September 2, 2007

A Foretaste of Heaven

This morning I drove out to Elim Lodge with a friend to enjoy the Lord's Supper and the morning service.

The pianist and organist this morning (and often during the summer) were Wayne and Colleen Robinson, a husband and wife team who play those instruments the way I believe they should be played. Being a piano player myself I can almost anticipate the chords and progressions they are going to use. I love listening to them!

They always play a number of hymns between the two services. I walked to the front of the chapel with a note for each of them requesting that they play William Cowper's There is a Fountain Filled With Blood. Before I was back to my seat they had started playing.

I must confess that I couldn't control my emotions and tears began streaming down my face. How I wish I could have been a contemporary of Cowper's. His excrutiating bouts with depression almost destroyed him and yet he was able to write such powerful poetry and hymns. His friendship with John Newton enabled him to rise above the rubble of his depressed and suicidal lifestyle. My own bouts with depression have given me a much deeper appreciation of Cowper (pronounced Cooper). What a man!

Here are those incredible lyrics from one of my favorite hymns:

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away.
Wash all my sins away, wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

During my trip to England in late February and early March I visited the Cowper/Newton Museum and saw the Summer House where Cowper penned much of his work. An unforgettable experience.

Yes, this morning was a little foretaste of heaven. Thanks Wayne and Colleen!
~ David

5 comments:

passing-thru said...

Glad that U were blessed today brother David ---

Lord Bless U and your ministry

Vicki said...

I need to read up on that Cowper some more...Spurgeon also suffered bouts of depression (and so do I), yet God used them mightily. Thanks for this good post, David. Inspiring!

David Warren Fisher said...

Dear Pals:

Please disregard the previous comment. Someone didn't have the courtesy to sign his/her name.

Have a wonderful week, dear ones!

David

hebrews 11:1 said...

I really like that hymn...some friends of mine did a beautiful rendition of it for a Resurrection CD they produced; and that was where I first heard it!

God bless you,
LPP

I was totally disgusted with the above comment...Thank you for writing on here just so I wouldn't completely lose my temper...

PILGRIM PALS said...

I deleted "Anonymous's" comment David..
Mom Golden would haved washed that guy's mouth out with soap!
This person surely needs it!!..Terry