Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels, descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
The first line of these lyrics is engraved on the tombstone of their author: Fanny Crosby. This woman was pretty astounding as far as writers go. She memorized the entire book of Song of Solomon, and then some. She was known in the Gospel Hall of Fame as the “Queen of Gospel Song Writers,” and even had a holiday dedicated to her for a while. She penned over 8,000 hymns, 1,000 secular songs, many political ballads, two books, and several volumes of poetry. She was a professor, public speaker, missionary, philanthropist, friend to Presidents and many other dignitaries, abolitionist, and part of the Daughters of the American Revolution. And, for your Thanksgiving connection, she was also a member to the exclusive Daughters of the Mayflower…plus attended Plymouth Church of the Pilgrims (for a while at least. She attended many, many churches of all denominations).
Fanny always began her work with prayer, asking “the good Lord to be [her] inspiration.” Oh, and that’s not all; Fanny was also blind from six weeks of age. As you can tell, this obviously didn’t deter her in the least. She once said, “when I get to Heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior,” and at the young age of eight, “O, what a happy soul am I, although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I will be. How many blessing I enjoy that other people don’t.” She believed one of those blessings were, in her words, “content.” And content she did have—in vivid detail she was able to detail pictures in her writing that would never make you guess that her eyes had never actually seen a flower or a face or anything at all. Her hymns were once acclaimed to be “paradigmatic of all revival music,” and I have to agree that the heart behind the songs is still laced with that reviving sound.
This hymn has swelled in my spirit over and over again throughout the time of November. It feels like every verse holds such a pure expression of gratitude and I can not sing them without trading emotions of bliss and solemn tears of thanks back and forth. I may have heard this song dozens of times before, but it’s different when you’ve lived a thing. Hymns like these have the ability to take us back to the appreciation of some of the most foundational yet complex aspects of the Kingdom. They remind us to be thankful for more than the exterior blessings Christ gives, but to also stop and appreciate the internal. I can say I now know blessed assurance. I’ve had visions of rapture. I know what it means for all to be at rest. I am filled with His goodness. I could take every line and say, yes, this truly is my story and song. For this I am thankful. I am thankful that He is everything bold, underlined, and italicized in my life story. More than just food, family, and friends—let us be thankful for this blessed assurance we have in Christ, today and forevermore.
We thank You that You give gift upon gift even when sometimes the recipient has taken for granted what they’ve been given. I thank You for salvation, inheritance, and a torn veil into Your Presence. We celebrate Your supreme goodness and mercy towards us. Revive our hearts with the blessed assurance that You are forever present, faithful, able, kind, and merciful. May our internal worlds remain in positions of thankfulness for all our days. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
P.S. Jeremy Riddle sings this hymn beautiful. Click here to listen+watch+sing along.