Welcome to this space where we can worship together, even while apart, by singing beautiful songs of praise and adoration "with heart and soul and voice." May the music, stories, Scripture and images shared here help you to grow in your faith and provide encouragement as you start a new week.
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Here's an alphabetical list of all "Notes of Glory" music with links so that you can revisit your favorite hymns/songs and sing them once again!
Words and Music by Cleland Boyd McAfee, arranged for solo piano by Virginia Halberg
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit.
He will tend his flock like a shepherd;
he will gather the lambs in his arms;
he will carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young.
Matthew 11:28
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Hebrews 10:22
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.
My father's father, John A. McAfee, was one of the founders and the first president of Park College in Missouri. In the last years of the past century, his five sons (Lowell, Howard, Lapsley, Cleland, Ernest) and his only daughter (Helen) were all living in Parkville, serving the college. My father (Cleland) was the college preacher and director of the choir, and it was his custom, when communion services came, to write the words and music of a response which his choir could sing and which would fit into the theme of the sermon.One terrible week, just before a communion Sunday, the two little daughters of my Uncle Howard and Aunt Lucy McAfee died of diptheria within twenty-four hours of each other. The college family and town were stricken with grief. My father often told us how he sat long and late thinking of what could be said in word and song on the coming Sunday....So he wrote ("Near to the Heart of God"). The choir learned it at the regular Saturday night rehearsal, and afterward they went to Howard McAfee's home and sang it as they stood under the sky outside the darkened, quarantined house. It was sung again on Sunday morning at the communion service. (cited in Robert Morgan, Then Sings My Soul, p. 257)
Cleland McAfee's hymn was greatly used by God to bring comfort and solace to a grieving family and community, and this simple song is still full of assurance for us today, especially during this pandemic when so many have suffered great loss and sorrow. This peaceful piano arrangement of "Near to the Heart of God' by Virginia Halberg features a gently undulating accompaniment under the main treble melody notes: feel free to reflect on the lyrics (listed below) as you listen and meditate on God's love.
near to the heart of God,
a place where sin cannot molest,
near to the heart of God.
Refrain:
O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
sent from the heart of God,
hold us, who wait before thee,
near to the heart of God.
There is a place of comfort sweet,
near to the heart of God,
a place where we our Savior meet,
near to the heart of God. [Refrain]
There is a place of full release,
near to the heart of God,
a place where all is joy and peace,
near to the heart of God. [Refrain]

Words by Charles Wesley, "Amsterdam" hymn tune, attributed to James Nares/Johann Georg Hille
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens!
Praise him for his mighty deeds;
praise him according to his excellent greatness!
Praise him with trumpet sound;
praise him with lute and harp!
Praise him with tambourine and dance;
praise him with strings and pipe!
Praise him with sounding cymbals;
praise him with loud clashing cymbals!
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
My heart is full of Christ, and longsthis glorious matter to declare!Of him I make my loftier songs,I cannot from his praise forbear;my ready tongue makes haste to singthe glories of my heavenly King. (Psalm 45)Clap your hands, ye people all,Praise the God on whom ye call;Lift your voice, and shout His praise,Triumph in His sovereign grace! (Psalm 47)
Praise the Lord who reigns above
and keeps His courts below;
praise the holy God of love,
and all His greatness show.
Praise Him for His noble deeds,
praise Him for His matchless pow'r
Him from whom all good proceeds
let earth and heaven adore.
Celebrate th'eternal God
with harp and psaltery;
timbrels soft and cymbals loud
in His high praise agree.
Praise Him, ev'ry tuneful string;
all the reach of heav'nly art,
all the pow'rs of music bring,
the music of the heart.
Him, in whom they move and live,
let ev'ry creature sing,
glory to their Maker give,
and homage to their King.
Hallowed be His name beneath,
as in heav'n, on earth adored;
praise the Lord in ev'ry breath,
let all things praise the Lord!
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might.
my voice and my pleas for mercy.
Because he inclined his ear to me,
therefore I will call on him as long as I live.
Grace be with all who love our Lord Jesus Christ with love incorruptible.
Even while a young woman, Elizabeth Payson Prentiss (1818-1878 ) of Portland, Maine suffered from periods of frailty and ill health. She was the daughter of a well-known minister (Edward Payson) and began to write both prose and verse as a teenager. Like many women of her era, Elizabeth had limited career choices so she became a school teacher. In 1845, she married a Presbyterian minister, Geroge Lewis Prentiss, who became a professor at Union Theological Seminary in New York City. Elizabeth was a prolific writer and published many books during her lifetime: several, including Stepping Heavenward and The Flower of the Family became extremely popular.
There is no wilderness so dreary but that His love can illuminate it, no desolation so desolate but that He can sweeten it. I know what I am saying. It is no delusion. I believe the highest, purest happiness is known only to those who have learned Christ in sickrooms, in poverty, in racking suspense and anxiety, amid hardships, and at the open grave.To love Christ more, is the deepest need, the constant cry of my soul. Out in the woods and on my bed and out driving, when I am happy and busy, and when I am sad and idle, the whisper keeps going up for more love, more love, more love!
During my long illness and confinement to my room, the Bible has been almost a new book to me; and I see that God has always dealt with His children as He deals with them now and that no new thing has befallen me. All these weary days so full of languor, these nights so full of unrest have had their appointed mission to my soul. And perhaps I have had no discipline so salutary as this forced inaction and uselessness at a time when youth and natural energy continually cried out for room and work.
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More love to Thee, O Christ,
More love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee,
More love to Thee!
Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee,
More love to Thee!
Then shall my latest breath
Whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee,
More love to Thee!
Psalm 40:2-3
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
Born in rural Wilton, in Muscatine County, Iowa, Gabriel was raised on a farm and experienced music in his home when his father occasionally led singing schools there. This experience sparked an interest in music that resulted in Charles, who was largely self-taught, leading his own traveling singing schools by age 17. From 1890-1892 Gabriel was a church music director in San Francisco, then returned to the Midwest to work in music publishing. Between 1895-1912 he published a number of song collections, many in collaboration with the highly successful publisher, composer, and evangelical song leader Edwin O. Excell (1851-1921). In 1912, Gabriel began working for the publishing firm of Homer A. Rodeheaver Co. of Winona Lake, Indiana. Rodeheaver was the music director for revival evangelist Billy Sunday (1862-1935) who frequently used Gabriel's songs in his famous campaigns from 1910-1920. As a result, Gabriel's music became widely known, in spite of the fact that he sometimes used pseudonyms like "Charlotte G. Homer," "H. A. Henry," and “S. B. Jackson," particularly when he composed both words and music to songs. Gabriel edited some 95 songbooks, hymn collections, and music instructional guides.
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In loving-kindness Jesus came
my soul in mercy to reclaim,
and from the depths of sin and shame
through grace He lifted me.
Refrain:
From sinking sand He lifted me,
with tender hand He lifted me,
from shades of night to plains of light,
O praise His name, He lifted me!
He called me long before I heard,
before my sinful heart was stirred,
but when I took Him at His word,
forgiven, He lifted me. [Refrain]
His brow was pierced with many a thorn,
His hands by cruel nails were torn,
when from my guilt and grief, forlorn,
in love He lifted me. [Refrain]
Now on a higher plane I dwell,
and with my soul I know ’tis well;
yet how or why I cannot tell
He should have lifted me. [Refrain]
Words by Thomas Kelly, Music by Lowell Mason ("Harwell" tune), arranged for solo piano by Lani Smith
Hebrews 1:6
And again, when he brings the firstborn into the world, he says,
“Let all God's angels worship him.”
Then I looked, and I heard around the throne and the living creatures and the elders the voice of many angels, numbering myriads of myriads and thousands of thousands, saying with a loud voice,
“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might
and honor and glory and blessing!”
And I heard a voice from heaven like the roar of many waters and like the sound of loud thunder. The voice I heard was like the sound of harpists playing on their harps, and they were singing a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and before the elders.
He (Thomas Kelly) took a most lively interest in the spread of the Gospel abroad, as well as at home, especially in the work of the London Missionary Society. He was a most diligent and laborious servant of Christ. His varied and extensive learning was employed without pedantry, and with unaffected humility, in the advancement of his Master’s cause. His preaching was thoroughly evangelical, and was characterized “by surprising variety, depth, and richness of thought, accompanied by the unction of genuine piety.”
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.
King of glory, reign for ever,
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing from thy love shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own:
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.
Saviour, hasten thine appearing;
Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heav'n and earth shall pass away:
Then with golden harps we'll sing,
"Glory, glory to our King!"
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.
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