This was on my parents' bookshelf as I was growing up. We sang hymns written by Fanny Crosby, and knowing her personal struggles brings an additional depth and meaning to her beautiful lyrics.
Can I take a moment to rant about current "worship songs"? Singing "you're never gonna let, never gonna let me down, whoa-ohhh" 15 times as a bridge doesn't exactly put me into a worshipful state of mind. Contrast that with
"All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well."
That says something, and is objectively good poetry. Rhyming "fire" with "desire" has become moronic at this point in time.