In the final decade of his life, from 2015 to 2025, Jimmy Swaggart was no longer the firebrand preacher of the 1980s — but rather, a gentler, weathered vessel of worship, carrying a lifetime of redemption, regret, and relentless praise into every whispered hymn.
Though age dimmed the light in his eyes, it never touched the fire in his voice. Whether behind the piano or beneath the soft glow of Family Worship Center’s sanctuary lights, Jimmy Swaggart sang not to perform — but to pour his soul out to God. From “He Touched Me” to “There Is a River,” his worship became slower, deeper, more intimate — like letters written to heaven from a man who knew his time was drawing near.
Between 2015 and 2025, Brother Swaggart’s worship moments became sacred rituals for thousands across the world. Viewers tuned in not just for sermons, but for those quiet songs of longing — the tearful refrains of “I Surrender All,” the trembling finale of “Jesus, Just the Mention of Your Name.” He no longer preached with thunder, but with tremble — and that quiet fire drew people in.
As his health declined in recent years, many noticed the changes. His steps were slower, his hands less steady on the piano, and yet… when he closed his eyes and began to sing, it was as if time stopped. His voice, though cracked, was carried by something stronger than flesh — faith.
In the spring of 2025, weeks before his passing, he was recorded at the piano one last time, softly playing “He Washed My Eyes With Tears.” Those watching knew — this wasn’t just another song. It was a farewell. A thank-you. A prayer.
On July 29, 2025, Jimmy Swaggart entered eternity at the age of 90. His final decade had not been defined by controversy or television ratings — but by worship. The kind that breaks through pride and leaves only truth.
He leaves behind a complex legacy, yes — but also a musical and spiritual imprint that continues to comfort millions. His hymns will echo in churches, nursing homes, jail cells, and lonely bedrooms for years to come.
His voice may be gone from the pulpit. But it still lingers in the songs.
In the silence.
In the tears.
He will be missed… very dearly.