Remembering Jack

Last night, while reposing at the close of my day, I sang "Man of Sorrows" to Him Who is intimately acquainted with grief. Suddenly I recalled a very dear moment from a few years back when I attended an old Presbyterian church. One of the older members is a well known baker in the community who was on this particular Sunday giving a financial and progress report on various church outreach projects. He was stoic but cheerful as he read through the various ministries and when he was finished, he folded his glasses and tucked them neatly away. Quiet, but overcome with emotion, he sweetly said, "I feel like shouting 'HALLELUJAH! What a Saviour!', but I am Swiss, and we don't do things like that!"

That made me smile!

It is said that the word “Hal­le­lu­jah” is the same in all lan­guag­es. It seems as though God had pre­pared it for the great ju­bi­lee of hea­ven, when all his child­ren shall have been ga­thered home to sing “Hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!”

Man of Sorrows! what a name

For the Son of God, who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim.

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,

In my place condemned He stood;

Sealed my pardon with His blood.

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;

Spotless Lamb of God was He;

“Full atonement!” can it be?

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;

“It is finished!” was His cry;

Now in Heav’n exalted high.

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,

All His ransomed home to bring,

Then anew His song we’ll sing:

Hallelujah! What a Savior!