The early hours of dawn always has this twist to it; reflective. I woke up with this hymn deeply rooted in my spirit. It happens to be one of my favorite, Fanny Crosby was absolutely one inspiring and endearing writer.

In a successful song words and music must harmonize, not only in number of syllables, but in subject matter and especially accent. In nine cases out of ten, the success of a hymn depends directly upon these qualities.

It is hard to imagine a better setting for the text, and certainly the tune and harmony do as much to carry the hymn as do the words. This is not meant as a criticism, but the text of “Blessed assurance,” dear as it is to millions of Christian hearts, is not the pinnacle of English poetry. Honestly, for the seed of hope it plants in every believer‘s heart; in the many hundred times that I have heard it sung.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine
O what a foretaste of glory divine
Heir of salvation, purchase of God
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blessed
Watching and waiting, looking above
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love

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

Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus

Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen King
Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen King

Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus
Oh what a Savior

Wonderful Savior

Simply assuring right?

Basically our lack of assurance boils down to two issues: We don’t believe what God’s Word says, and we think we are the ones who must hold onto our salvation. Jesus said that no one can snatch His sheep out of His hand (John 10:27-29) He’s the one who holds us, and He’s promised that He will lose none of those whom the Father has given Him (John 6:39) If we begin to doubt for any reason, we must go back to Scripture and let the Lord assure us of His love and provision.

Until you walk a mile in someone else’s moccasins, you really can’t tell how you will respond in similar circumstances. While I pray it’s not how I would respond to facing a life of not being able to see the beauty around me, I’m afraid that I might just sit around feeling sorry for myself and let people help me — probably too much. Not Fanny Crosby!

Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she said, It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank Him for the dispensation.” Such faith. The compensation of childlike earnestness which we dare not undervalue. I can only hope that I might respond to the dark moments I experience in my own life (when I can see clearly what God is doing) with such positive feelings.

Trust God. Know that He will comfort you and navigate your way. Don’t let fear rule your heart, know that God is with you and He is your rearguard.

Let God navigate your course. He is your Redeemer. He is with you and He is for you. He is your “Blessed Assurance”

Calmly rest not in your reliance on shifting emotions as verification of your standing with God. Instead, perfectly submitting to Him, knowing that all is truly at rest.

Stay blessed!