Page CXVI » these are a few of your favorite hymns.

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Most people have a favorite hymn. Perhaps you request yours and long to sing it with the church gathered on Sundays. I generally enjoy singing the old hymns as much as newer songs. Yet, since no church gathering can should cater to the favorites of everyone, here’s a great way to revisit your favorites anytime.

Page CXVI is a project started with the idea of making hymns accessible and known again. They are some of the richest, most meaningful, and moving pieces of music ever written.

HYMNS I, II, III, IV

If you haven’t already, check out Hymns I, II, III and IV available directly from pagecxvi.com or as a digital download from and

Perhaps you know some of these (most recent albums first).

HYMNS IV:

  1. Amazing Grace
  2. His Eye Is on the Sparrow
  3. Wash Me Clean
  4. Song of the Saints
  5. Father Hear the Prayer We Offer
  6. House Of God Forever
  7. ’Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus

HYMNS III:

  1. Be Still My Soul
  2. Be Thou My Vision
  3. In the Sweet By and By
  4. Holy, Holy, Holy
  5. Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee
  6. You Have Redeemed My Soul
  7. Divine Invitation

HYMNS II:

  1. How Great Thou Art
  2. Praise to the Lord
  3. Jesus I Am Resting, Resting
  4. Rock of Ages
  5. Abide With Me
  6. Battle Hymn of the Republic
  7. Doxology

HYMNS I:

  1. Come Thou Fount
  2. In Christ Alone
  3. My Jesus I Love Thee
  4. When I Survey The Wonderful Cross
  5. Nothing But the Blood
  6. Solid Rock
  7. Joy

20120116-105804.jpgThe name Page CXVI comes from a reference to page 116 in a copy of The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis (book 6 in The Chronicles of Narnia). It is a poignant passage where Aslan begins to sing Narnia into creation out of a black void. It starts:

“In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it.”
—C.S. Lewis