From whence this fear and unbelief?
Hath not the Father put to grief
His spotless Son for me?
And will the righteous Judge of men
Condemn me for that debt of sin
Which, Lord, was charged on thee?
Complete atonement thou hast made,
And to the utmost farthing paid
Whate’er thy people owed;
How then can wrath on me take place
If sheltered in thy righteousness,
And sprinkled with thy blood?
If thou hast my discharge procured,
And freely in my room endured
The whole of wrath divine,
Payment God cannot twice demand—
First at my bleeding Surety’s hand,
And then again at mine.
Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest!
The merits of thy great High Priest
Have bought thy liberty;
Trust in his efficacious blood,
Nor fear thy banishment from God,
Since Jesus died for thee.
-Augustus Toplady, from Knowing God by J.I. Packer, pg 274, emphasis mine
Sort of accidental-like, we selected Sam’s life hymn. If you know me you know that I am in love with old hymns, so when I was pregnant with Sam I gave some thought to what hymn I would like to be “his” hymn. I sort of had planned to sing this hymn right after he was born, but as it turns out I had vastly underestimated how completely wiped out I would be immediately after pushing a 9 lb 4 oz child out from inside of me, and we never really settled on a hymn before I had him.
Someday I’ll write a post about all our sleep struggles with this kid, but for now let’s just say that he’s not been a great sleeper. He doesn’t need as much sleep as other babies his age, he needs more parental help winding down/falling asleep than other babies his age, and he needs more help staying asleep than other babies his age. It’s just how he is.
So at some point, maybe 4 months, I started singing the hymn, “Jesus, I am resting, resting” to him when rocking him to sleep. (Yeah, it was really neat when he would only sleep if he was touching me — in our bed or in a rocking chair). I don’t really care for the original tune (kinda boring) but I love the version Matthew Smith sings on his album “All I Owe.” It’s been my prayer for Sam — that he’d be able to rest at night — but ultimately that he’d find peace for his little, sweet, restless, spirited soul in Christ. And, it’s been a comfort to me as well — that I’d find rest in Jesus even when my body longs for sleep and I am at my wit’s end trying to figure out why my child doesn’t sleep like the books all say he “should” or “can” if only I follow these 4 easy steps, etc.
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