Hymnody Has Vanished From My Life

There are days I miss singing some of the obscure Swedish hymns out of the Covenant Hymnal or some of the old delightful hymns by Charles Wesley. I don't wish to sing them every week in worship or even once a month. But at random times I miss them and I have no place to go to enjoy them. I can't even find recordings of them that are worshipful. Hymns have vanished from my world. Completely vanished. Here's one I sing to Jacqui. Oddly enough, I can sing the first line in Swedish, which is also the name of the tune: Trygarre kan ingen vara. Children of the Heavenly Father Lina Sandell (Listen to midi here) Children of the heav’nly Father Safely in His bosom gather; Nestling bird nor star in Heaven Such a refuge e’er was given. God His own doth tend and nourish; In His holy courts they flourish; From all evil things He spares them; In His mighty arms He bears them. Neither life nor death shall ever From the Lord His children sever; Unto them His grace He showeth, And their sorrows all He knoweth. Though He giveth or He taketh, God His children ne’er forsaketh; His the loving purpose solely To preserve them pure and holy. Lo, their very hairs He numbers, And no daily care encumbers Them that share His ev’ry blessing And His help in woes distressing. Praise the Lord in joyful numbers: Your Protector never slumbers. At the will of your Defender Ev’ry foeman must surrender. My favorite hymn of all time is #423 in the red Covenant Hymnal: O Let Your Soul Be Filled With Gladness (listen to midi here). O Let Your Soul now be Filled with Gladness Words by Peter Aschan O let your soul now be filled with gladness, Your heart redeemed, rejoice indeed! O may the thought banish all your sadness, That in His blood you have been freed, That God's unfailing love is yours, That you the only Son were given, That by His death He has opened heaven, That you are ransomed as you are. If you seem empty of any feeling, Rejoice, you are His ransomed bride! If those you cherish seem not to love you, And dark assails from every side; Still yours the promise, come what may, In loss and triumph, in laughter, crying; In want and riches, in living dying, That you are purchased as you are. It is a good, every good transcending, That Christ has died for you and me! It is a gladness that has no ending There in God's wondrous love to see! Praise be to Him the spotless Lamb, Who through the desert my soul is leading To that fair city of joy exceeding, For which He bought me as I am!