This hymn I remember singing many times growing up at FBC in Monroe. We were a very traditional type of church and so was the music we sang during service. This is one of those hymns that easily gets stuck in my head. I will find myself singing it for no reason at all. The hymn was written in 1847 by Henry Francis Lyte as he was dying from tuberculosis. I did not know that fact until just now when I looked it up and that puts a very different slant on it for me. Gives it a more powerful impact, I believe. Here it is beautifully arranged and sung by the BYU Men's Chorus.
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