[The "MM" initials are not intended to betray my fondness for the little chocolates with the candy coating. They stand for "Monday Music"; I've been endeavoring to post on Mondays on the lyrics of hymns and other worthwhile Christian songs.]
First today, a couple of presumptions:
- That because a certain someone — who typically doesn’t appreciate much of what I am and do — found inspiration worthy of deep compliment in this hymn of mine, it might actually be good
- That anything I’ve written might stand alongside some of the great hymns I’ve included in this Monday series, to date
Since my teen years, I have wanted to write hymns and songs of worship. I have written quite a few, but most are not all that good. I may like them, but I have to admit that there’s limited use for most of what I’ve written. In a few cases, there’s a sort of mismatch between intense content and musical style. In others, there’s mediocre poetry or overwrought music. I was once fairly prolific, but never all that good a songwriter. All this is to set up the offering of this hymn, which is easily among my 10 best, and probably in my top 3:
I behold You, my Lord and my King.
In You, Jesus, I find ev’rything
And now truly my worship I bring
To You and unto You sing.
For in You, Lord, the Father is shown.
Thru You, marvelous grace is made known.
You stand radiant at His wondrous throne;
I bow and call You my own.
In beholding the glorious Son,
My eyes see the Magnificent One,
And His splendor, as bright as the Sun,
Reveals me: I am undone.
So now humbly I see Him anew.
I’m drawn near by the soul-stirring view
Of God. Father, my spirit renew.
In wonder I worship You.
Recently I’ve been reminded of an unpleasant reality: that I am simply not experiencing enough quality times of worship. For multiple reasons, not the least of which is my schedule in the last couple of months, whether in private or in the assembly of various Christian groups, I find myself drained more than brimming with inspired adoration. I wrote “I Behold You” more than 10 years ago, and I can’t remember whether it arose out of being lost in personal worship (as I’d wish) or not. I think rather that it came out of a heart’s desire to write a good hymn, and then out of a certain craft that led me to one of the mountaintop worship texts in all of scripture (Isaiah 6). Whatever the specific origin, I’m pleased to have honored the Son and the Father in these words, and also pleased that it was recorded by the Harding A Cappella Chorus Alumni Reunion a few years ago.
And it is still my heart’s desire that I would see Him anew, be drawn by the view of God the Father that Jesus the Christ provides, and worship in wonder. Amen.