{"id":4860,"date":"2018-08-04T14:46:35","date_gmt":"2018-08-04T19:46:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ponderanew\/?p=4860"},"modified":"2018-08-04T15:09:13","modified_gmt":"2018-08-04T20:09:13","slug":"9-hymns-for-those-struggling-with-depression","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ponderanew\/2018\/08\/04\/9-hymns-for-those-struggling-with-depression\/","title":{"rendered":"9 Hymns For Christians Who Struggle With Depression"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p><a href=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/561\/2018\/08\/7393518240_37fbf290b6_z1.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4962\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/561\/2018\/08\/7393518240_37fbf290b6_z1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"424\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>My name\u2019s Jonathan, and I struggle with depression. So please know that when I wrote a post like this, I do so out of experience and deep empathy.<\/p>\n<p>These are not just vapid gospel songs that salve the soul but offer little truth. I\u2019m not going to tell you what others have said; that if you just praise God all your troubles will melt away. Those are evil lies. Reliance upon God doesn\u2019t melt away your troubles, and those who say so have either had terribly easy lives or, more likely, are lost in religulous delusion. But what these hymns, and especially worship in Word and Sacrament, can do is to aid us in seeing the world, and ourselves, through a Christ and cross-shaped lens. Then in the midst of the deepest, darkest night of the soul, we can find the tiny morsel of faith within us to keep going.<\/p>\n<p>These are beautiful hymns of strength and substance that carry enough truth to help you mount a resistance in your heart and mind.<\/p>\n<h2>Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us<\/h2>\n<p>This is one of the finest texts adopted from the Sunday School hymn tradition. Written for children to sing, the childlike quality of the poetry is juxtaposed with the most glorious theological reality: Jesus the Good Shepherd tends and feeds us, and is with us when we\u2019re lost in eerie solitude.<\/p>\n<p>Savior, like a shepherd lead us,<br>\nMuch we need thy tender care;<br>\nIn thy pleasant pastures feed us,<br>\nFor our use thy folds prepare:<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nThou hast bought us, thine we are;<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nThou has bought us, thine we are.<\/p>\n<p>We are thine; do thou befriend us,<br>\nBe the guardian of our way;<br>\nKeep thy flock, from sin defend us,<br>\nSeek us when we go astray:<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nHear, O hear us when we pray;<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nHear, O hear us when we pray.<\/p>\n<p>Thou has promised to receive us,<br>\nPoor and sinful though we be;<br>\nThou has mercy to relieve us,<br>\nGrace to cleanse, and pow\u2019r to free:<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nEarly let us turn to thee;<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nEarly let us turn to thee.<\/p>\n<p>Early let us seek thy favor;<br>\nEarly let us do thy will;<br>\nBlessed Lord and only Savior,<br>\nWith thy love our bosoms fill:<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nThou hast loved us, love us still;<br>\nBlessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,<br>\nThou has love us, love us still.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5d6XN-2NIRI?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2>Now Thank We All Our God<\/h2>\n<p>This is one of my family\u2019s table blessings, and that\u2019s how the first two stanzas originated during the Thirty Years\u2019 War. The poet, Martin Rinkart, was the only surviving pastor in Eilenburg, Saxony, and was thus tasked with performing up to 50 funerals a day. In the darkest times, my prayer remains, \u201cAnd keep us in his grace \/ and guide us when perplexed \/ and free us from all ills \/ in this world and the next.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Now thank we all our God<br>\nWith heart and hands and voices,<br>\nWho wondrous things hath done,<br>\nIn whom his world rejoices;<br>\nWho, from our mother\u2019s arms,<br>\nHath blest us on our way<br>\nWith countless gifts of love,<br>\nAnd still is ours today.<\/p>\n<p>O may this bounteous God<br>\nThrough all our life be near us,<br>\nWith ever joyful hearts<br>\nAnd blessed peace to cheer us;<br>\nAnd keep us in his grace,<br>\nAnd guide us when perplexed,<br>\nAnd free us from all ills<br>\nIn this world and the next.<\/p>\n<p>All praise and thanks to God<br>\nThe Father now be given,<br>\nThe Son, and him who reigns<br>\nWith them in highest heaven,<br>\nThe one eternal God,<br>\nWhom earth and heav\u2019n adore;<br>\nFor thus it was, is now,<br>\nAnd shall be evermore.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ItfKjxkXhMk?start=15\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2>Christ Is Alive!<\/h2>\n<p>This one, written by the brilliant contemporary hymn-writer Brian Wren, is right now competing with \u201cThine Be the Glory\u201d to be the recessional hymn at my funeral (which I hope isn\u2019t for a long time, but it can\u2019t hurt to be prepared!). It\u2019s a reminder that, in light of the cross and glorious resurrection, the worst thing isn\u2019t going to be the last thing.<\/p>\n<p>From the <em>Glory to God Presbyterian Hymnal<\/em>:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>In 1968, Easter fell ten days after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr., and this text was written to express an Easter hope while mindful of that terrible event. Buoyed by a triple-arched tune [TRURO], it affirms the presence of a wounded, risen Christ with all who suffer.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Christ is alive! Let Christians sing.<br>\nThe cross stands empty to the sky.<br>\nLet streets and homes with praises ring.<br>\nLove, drowned in death, shall never die.<\/p>\n<p>Christ is alive! No longer bound<br>\nto distant years in Palestine,<br>\nbut saving, healing, here and now,<br>\nand touching every place and time.<\/p>\n<p>In every insult, rift, and war<br>\nwhere color, scorn, or wealth divide,<br>\nChrist suffers still, yet loves the more,<br>\nand lives, where even hope has died.<\/p>\n<p>Women and men, in age and youth,<br>\ncan feel the Spirit, hear the call,<br>\nand find the way, the life, the truth,<br>\nrevealed in Jesus, freed for all.<\/p>\n<p>Christ is alive, and comes to bring,<br>\ngood news to this and every age,<br>\ntill earth and sky and ocean ring<br>\nwith joy, with justice, love, and praise.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title='FSPC   Hymn #108   \"Christ is Alive\"   08 Nov 2009' width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/P2_W-Z8zz_g?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<h2>God Moves in a Mysterious Way<\/h2>\n<p>The hymns of William Cowper are essential to this list. His texts marry the pits of despair, which for Cowper were sometimes mires of insanity, with the glorious truths we know to be true. In worship, we\u2019re often called to confess with our mouths things we don\u2019t entirely believe with our hearts. I\u2019ve found the same to be true in the tough times, and the clinical episodes.<\/p>\n<p>God moves in a mysterious way<br>\nHis wonders to perform;<br>\nHe plants His footsteps in the sea<br>\nand rides upon the storm.<\/p>\n<p>Deep in unfathomable mines<br>\nof never-failing skill;<br>\nHe treasures up his bright designs,<br>\nand works His sov\u2019reign will.<\/p>\n<p>Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;<br>\nthe clouds you so much dread<br>\nare big with mercy and shall break<br>\nin blessings on your head.<\/p>\n<p>Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,<br>\nbut trust Him for His grace;<br>\nbehind a frowning providence<br>\nHe hides a smiling face.<\/p>\n<p>His purposes will ripen fast,<br>\nunfolding ev\u2019ry hour;<br>\nthe bud may have a bitter taste,<br>\nbut sweet will be the flow\u2019r.<\/p>\n<p>Blind unbelief is sure to err,<br>\nand scan His work in vain;<br>\nGod is His own interpreter,<br>\nand He will make it plain.<\/p>\n<h2>Hymn of Promise<\/h2>\n<p>Including this modern hymn by Natalie Sleeth might not win me friends among church music purists, but its truth is poignant, clear, and firm. From <em>Glory to God<\/em>:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>The writing of this hymn was spurred by a line from the poet T.S. Eliot: \u201cIn my end is my beginning.\u201d Shortly after this piece was completed, the author\/composer\u2019s husband was diagnosed with what proved to be a terminal malignancy, and the original anthem version of this hymn was sung at his funeral.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In the bulb there is a flower;<br>\nin the seed, an apple tree;<br>\nin cocoons, a hidden promise:<br>\nbutterflies will soon be free!<br>\nIn the cold and snow of winter<br>\nthere\u2019s a spring that waits to be,<br>\nunrevealed until its season,<br>\nsomething God alone can see.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a song in every silence,<br>\nseeking word and melody;<br>\nthere\u2019s a dawn in every darkness,<br>\nbringing hope to you and me.<br>\nFrom the past will come the future;<br>\nwhat it holds, a mystery,<br>\nunrevealed until its season,<br>\nsomething God alone can see.<\/p>\n<p>In our end is our beginning;<br>\nin our time, infinity;<br>\nin our doubt there is believing;<br>\nin our life, eternity.<br>\nIn our death, a resurrection;<br>\nat the last, a victory,<br>\nunrevealed until its season,<br>\nsomething God alone can see.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title='In the Bulb There is a Flower  (\"PROMISE\")' width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2Gndx39q7QM?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2>Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life<\/h2>\n<p>It may be a surprise to see this hymn on the list, but for some reason, I always think of it when I\u2019m struggling with depression. Loneliness and introspection are two of my deadly depression triggers, and this hymn reminds me that, whatever I\u2019m feeling, the plight of the world and my fellow humans is part of my calling. The augmentative tune GERMANY gives my spirit a feeling of gradually, deliberately, rising out of my personal and spiritual vacuum, and quite literally, getting the hell out of bed.<\/p>\n<p>Where cross the crowded ways of life,<br>\nWhere sound the cries of race and clan,<br>\nAbove the noise of selfish strife,<br>\nWe hear thy voice, O Son of man!<\/p>\n<p>In haunts of wretchedness and need,<br>\nOn shadow\u2019d thresholds dark with fears,<br>\nFrom paths where hide the lures of greedn<br>\nWe catch the vision of thy tears.<\/p>\n<p>From tender childhood\u2019s helplessness,<br>\nFrom woman\u2019s grief, man\u2019s burden\u2019d toil,<br>\nFrom famish\u2019d souls, from sorrow\u2019s stress,<br>\nThy heart has never known recoil.<\/p>\n<p>The cup of water given for thee<br>\nStill holds the freshness of thy grace;<br>\nYet long these multitudes to view<br>\nThe sweet compassion of your face.<\/p>\n<p>O Master, from the mountainside,<br>\nMake haste to heal the hearts of pain;<br>\nAmong these restless throngs abide;<br>\nO tread the city\u2019s streets again.<\/p>\n<p>Till sons of men shall learn thy love<br>\nAnd follow where thy feet have trod;<br>\nTill glorious from thy heavn above<br>\nShall come the city of our God.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"&quot;Where cross the crowded ways of life&quot; @ St. John's Detroit\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/fYuzL3wvcU8?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<h2>Out of the Depths I Cry to Thee<\/h2>\n<p>A hymn of confession and repentance, and possibly the best example of lament in the history of congregational song, we are blessed to be stewards of this Lutheran gem. From <em>Glory to God:<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>In many times and places, human despair has been described as an experience like being in a deep pit or drowning under much water. That is where this paraphrase of Psalm 130 begins.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Out of the depths I cry to Thee;<br>\nLord, hear me, I implore Thee!<br>\nBend down Thy gracious ear to me,<br>\nMy prayer let come before Thee!<br>\nIf Thou remember each misdeed,<br>\nIf each should have its rightful meed,<br>\nWho may abide Thy presence?<\/p>\n<p>Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy love<br>\nAnd grace alone avail us.<br>\nOur works could ne\u2019er our guilt remove,<br>\nThe strictest life would fail us.<br>\nThat none may boast himself of aught,<br>\nBut own in fear Thy grace hath wrought<br>\nWhat in him seemeth righteous.<\/p>\n<p>And thus, my hope is in the Lord,<br>\nAnd not in mine own merit;<br>\nI rest upon His faithful word<br>\nTo them of contrite spirit.<br>\nThat He is merciful and just,\u2013<br>\nThis is my comfort and my trust,<br>\nHis help I wait with patience.<\/p>\n<p>And though it tarry till the night<br>\nAnd round till morning waken,<br>\nMy heart shall ne\u2019er mistrust Thy might,<br>\nNor count itself forsaken.<br>\nDo thus, O ye of Israel\u2019s seed,<br>\nYe of the Spirit born indeed,<br>\nWait for your God\u2019s appearing.<\/p>\n<p>Though great our sins and sore our woes,<br>\nHis grace much more aboundeth;<br>\nHis helping love no limit knows,<br>\nOur utmost need it soundeth;<br>\nOur kind and faithful Shepherd He,<br>\nWho shall at last set Israel free<br>\nFrom all their sin and sorrow.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"From Depths of Woe I Cry to Thee\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ctBQw5vOYuw?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2>Jesus, Lover of My Soul<\/h2>\n<p>Folks, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ponderanew\/2018\/07\/10\/a-friendly-letter-to-the-united-methodist-hymnal-revision-committee\/\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\">I\u2019ve said it before<\/a> and I\u2019ll say it again, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/ponderanew\/2018\/07\/11\/apologies-to-aberystwyth-and-people-who-love-it\/\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\">ABERYSTWYTH is one of the greatest hymn tunes<\/a> we have.<\/p>\n<p>But seriously, sung to ABERYSTWYTH or MARTYN or JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT, there is nothing like singing \u201cthou of life the fountain art \/ freely let me take of thee \/ Spring thou up within my heart \/ Rise to all eternity\u201d when your spirit is failing.<\/p>\n<p>Jesus, lover of my soul,<br>\nLet me to thy bosom fly,<br>\nWhile the nearer waters roll,<br>\nWhile the tempest still is high:<br>\nHide me, O my Savior, hide,<br>\nTill the storm of life is past;<br>\nSafe into the haven guide;<br>\nO receive my soul at last.<\/p>\n<p>Other refuge have I none;<br>\nHangs my helpless soul on thee;<br>\nLeave, O leave me not alone,<br>\nStill support and comfort me:<br>\nAll my trust on thee is stayed,<br>\nAll my help from thee I bring;<br>\nCover my defenseless head<br>\nWith the shadow of thy wing.<\/p>\n<p>Thou, O Christ, art all I want;<br>\nMore than all in thee I find;<br>\nRise the fallen, cheer the faint,<br>\nHeal the sick and lead the blind:<br>\nJust and holy is thy name,<br>\nI am all unrighteousness;<br>\nFalse and full of sin I am,<br>\nThou art full of truth and grace.<\/p>\n<p>Plenteous grace with thee is found,<br>\nGrace to cover all my sin;<br>\nLet the healing streams abound;<br>\nMake and keep my pure within:<br>\nThou of life the fountain art,<br>\nFreely let me take of thee;<br>\nSpring thou up within my heart,<br>\nRise to all eternity.<\/p>\n<p>https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=t47CxHXtRMc<\/p>\n<h2>There Is a Fountain<\/h2>\n<p>Another gem from William Cowper. This is one of those hymns that has fallen out of favor in recent years because of its so-called \u201cblood and guts\u201d theology, an issue exacerbated by sadomasochistic neo-calvinists and their creedal acceptance of the most violent aspect of ransom theology. It doesn\u2019t help that the graphic imagery coupled with CLEANSING FOUNTAIN by exuberant, arm-waving, free-church song leaders sounds glib, almost devilishly delightful.<\/p>\n<p>But on the other hand, without the shedding of blood we\u2019re all screwed, regardless of our particular theological bent, and nowhere in this hymn do we get the impression that God killed Jesus, a necessary element in penal substitution. So, in or out of favor, this hymn will be sung at my funeral, if only because nobody likes to argue with a corpse. And the organist will have explicit instructions to play this early American hymn tune with strength, sobriety, and dignity. Though in the midst of depression my words are feeble and few, redeeming love shall be my everlasting theme, in this life, and the life to come.<\/p>\n<p>There is a fountain filled with blood<br>\nDrawn from Immanuel\u2019s veins;<br>\nAnd sinners, plunged beneath that flood,<br>\nLose all their guilty stains:<br>\nLose all their guilty stains,<br>\nLose all their guilty stains;<br>\nAnd sinners, plunged beneath that flood,<br>\nLose all their guilty stains.<\/p>\n<p>The dying thief rejoiced to see<br>\nThat fountain in his day;<br>\nAnd there may I, though vile as he,<br>\nWash all my sins away:<br>\nWash all my sins away,<br>\nWash all my sins away;<br>\nAnd there may I, though vile as he,<br>\nWash all my sins away.<\/p>\n<p>Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood<br>\nShall never lose its pow\u2019r,<br>\nTill all the ransomed Church of God<br>\nBe saved, to sin no more:<br>\nBe saved, to sin no more,<br>\nBe saved, to sin no more;<br>\nTill all the ransomed Church of God<br>\nBe saved to sin no more.<\/p>\n<p>E\u2019er since by faith I saw the stream<br>\nThy flowing wounds supply,<br>\nRedeeming love has been my theme,<br>\nAnd shall be till I die:<br>\nAnd shall be till I die,<br>\nAnd shall be till I die;<br>\nRedeeming love has been my theme,<br>\nAnd shall be till I die.<\/p>\n<p>When this poor lisping, stamm\u2019ring tongue<br>\nLies silent in the grave,<br>\nThen in a nobler, sweeter song<br>\nI\u2019ll sing Thy pow\u2019r to save:<br>\nI\u2019ll sing Thy pow\u2019r to save,<br>\nI\u2019ll sing Thy pow\u2019r to save;<br>\nthen in a nobler, sweeter song<br>\nI\u2019ll sing Thy pow\u2019r to save.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Sacred Harp, Cooper Book 505 Cleansing Fountain\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/_LMUDZEmRVY?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My name\u2019s Jonathan, and I struggle with depression. 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