BLESSED ASSURANCE                                                                written in 1873

The Story

            Fanny Crosby (1820-1915) wrote more than 8,000 hymns… and used more than 200 pen names (she wrote so many hymns that publishing companies would not include so many by her in their hymnals, so she used aliases). During one stage of her life, she was under contract to one music publisher, and wrote more than 300 hymns per week during that time! The fact that she was blind did not diminish her productivity. She would formulate an entire song in her mind, and then would dictate it to a friend or secretary.

One of her good friends was Phoebe Palmer Knapp, who was the wife of the founder of the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company. One time, when Fanny was visiting her friend Phoebe Knapp (who would, herself, compose more than 500 hymn tunes), the Knapp home was having a large pipe organ installed. The organ was incomplete, so Mrs. Knapp, using the piano, played a new melody she had just composed. She then turned to ask Fanny what the tune said to her. When she turned, she saw Fanny kneeling in prayer.  So, Mrs. Knapp continued to play the tune… a second time… and a third time. That’s when Fanny shouted, “It says, ‘Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine!’”, and proceeded to recite the entire first verse of this hymn that is now a favorite of many.

While we can have “blessed assurance” here, this song is actually a song focused on Heaven. Imagine these lyrics from a blind person’s perspective…

The Song

            Read this hymn, and – today – rest in the blessed assurance that comes with having a relationship with God through Jesus.

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.

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.  (Refrain)

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.  (Refrain)


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