Foretaste of Glory Divine

1LoverofGod · Jul 4, 2025

Echoes of a Hymnal Series: Prophetic Devotions Rooted in Sacred Song

Welcome to Echoes of a Hymnal! As you read each reflection, let the lyrics stir your heart in worship; hum the melody as you go, and when you finish, take time to listen to the hymn in full, entering into prayer and thanksgiving for the One who was, who is, and who is to come.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.

What a proclamation of certainty in an age of confusion. This opening verse is not timid or speculative—it is confident. Jesus is mine. In a world that offers no guarantees, no lasting peace, and no firm identity, this hymn reminds us that our identity in Christ is unshakable. We are heirs—purchased, born again, and blood-washed. And with that inheritance comes a foretaste of glory divine. It's as if God allows us to taste the heavenly banquet before it's fully served. The Holy Spirit inside us guarantees what is to come (Ephesians 1:13–14), and our assurance is not based on our performance but on God's unchanging promise.

In these last days, where the foundations of society are cracking and truth is exchanged for lies, we can rest in this truth: our future is not in question. We are citizens of another kingdom (Philippians 3:20), and that glorious assurance is the anchor of our soul (Hebrews 6:19).

Perfect communion, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight.
Angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

This second verse pulls back the veil and gives us a glimpse into the spiritual realm. “Visions of rapture” speak to a heart so connected with Christ that eternity colors our present view. We live in a generation that mocks the supernatural and spiritual realities, but this hymn dares to say what Scripture declares: Heaven is not silent. The Spirit speaks. Angels minister. Mercy echoes. Love whispers.

Even as lawlessness increases and deception grows (2 Thessalonians 2:7–10), God’s remnant continues to experience His nearness. In the stillness of our communion with Him, we are reminded that we are not abandoned. This perfect delight is not rooted in circumstances but in communion with the One who calls us His own.

Perfect submission, all is at rest.
I in my Savior am happy and bless’d,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

The world is filled with noise, distraction, and fear—but in Christ, there is rest. Perfect submission isn’t weakness; it’s the source of perfect peace. As believers, we are called to watch and wait (Luke 21:36), to keep our eyes fixed above (Colossians 3:2), not on the chaos that surrounds us. The hymn doesn’t suggest apathy—it suggests alertness anchored in trust.

This isn’t escapism. It’s expectant hope. A posture of joyful anticipation. We are not lost in despair—we are lost in His love. The more we abide in Him, the more we see through the lens of eternity. While the world says, “all is falling apart,” we know that prophecy is being fulfilled and the King is drawing near.

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.

The refrain is repetitive, it's because it should be. It’s the anthem of a life rooted in Christ. No matter the season, the storm, or the shifting tides of culture—this is my story. The world is writing new narratives every day, but our story remains unchanging: Jesus saves, Jesus reigns, and Jesus is coming again.

Blessed Assurance isn’t just a comforting hymn—it’s a declaration of spiritual clarity in a fog-filled age. It echoes through the chaos and reminds us that this world is not our home. We are heirs. We are waiting. We are singing. And we are holding on to a promise that cannot be shaken.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
—Romans 8:18

So, sing your song, Watchman. Let the world hear your praise, Warrior. You are part of a royal story.

Blessed Assurance - Fanny Crosby

Prophecy Recon

Joe Hawkins.