His Eye is On the Sparrow

His Eye is On the Sparrow

Civilla D. Martin

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Refrain

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Refrain

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

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God of Our Fathers

God of Our Fathers

Daniel C. Roberts

God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast,
Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay,
Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

Nearer, Still Nearer

One of the hymns I was working on yesterday was this one, which I wanted to play and sing in church today, because it is one of my all-time favorite hymns. I first learned to love it during a very difficult time in my life. I was grieving, deeply depressed, and in a place I didn’t want to be. Every Sunday I was required to go to a Sunday School class, so I went with my roommate to a class consisting of some 500 Baptist girls.

Almost every week, we sang this hymn, and we sang it a Capella. Imagine 500 ethereal female voices singing this! It sent shivers down my spine every time—and it also spoke to my soul and my desire to be “safe” in a place where I felt so unwelcome and out of place.

Years later, I would sing it to each one of my babies as I held and rocked them to sleep. As the decades pass, I find I love this hymn more rather than less.

Nearer, Still Nearer

by Leila N. Morris

Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior—so precious Thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast.
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest”;
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an offering to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine!
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.
Give me but Jesus, my Lord, crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last.
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

 

All People That On Earth Do Dwell

All People That on Earth do Dwell

William Kethe

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom Heaven and earth adore,
From men and from the angel host
Be praise and glory evermore.

 

Moment By Moment

Moment By Moment

Daniel W. Whittle

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;
Living with Jesus, a new life divine;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Refrain

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

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Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan;
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

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Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Savior, abides with me still.

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Constantly Abiding . . . Again

Having finally succeeded at arranging this hymn for my autoharp, I thought it only fitting to share it with you this week. This hymn contains one of my favorite hymn phrases: “This treasure I have in a temple of clay, while here on His footstool I roam.” It is a reference to the verse I have always considered my “life” verse: But we have this treasure in earthen vessels; that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.  II Corinthians 4:9 And I also love the image conjured by the words, “while here on His footstool I roam.”

We sang this hymn quite often when I was a kid, and at school we often sang just the chorus, so I chose it for church today, thinking my childhood friends Don and Gwen would be there to back me up. However, they canceled at the last minute so it was a bit of a struggle, since I was the only one there who really knew it!

Constantly Abiding

Anne S. Murphy

There’s a peace in my heart that the world never gave,
A peace it cannot take away;
Though the trials of life may surround like a cloud,
I’ve a peace that has come here to stay!

Refrain

Constantly abiding, Jesus is mine;
Constantly abiding, rapture divine;
He never leaves me lonely, whispers, O so kind:
“I will never leave thee,” Jesus is mine.

All the world seemed to sing of a Savior and King,
When peace sweetly came to my heart;
Troubles all fled away and my night turned to day,
Blessèd Jesus, how glorious Thou art!

Refrain

This treasure I have in a temple of clay,
While here on His footstool I roam;
But He’s coming to take me some glorious day,
Over there to my heavenly home!

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Constantly Abiding

I can’t believe I forgot to post yesterday—and it was even my youngest brother’s birthday!

Sunday went pretty well. We had our Labor Day cookout and some friends over to share it with us. We have been trying to get this particular family to come over for the last two years! So we were tickled they finally made it. The wife is a writer friend and the husband is originally from Zambia.

Yesterday we did not take the day off school because we have a trip coming up and we need to save “vacation days” for that. So Jasper still had to do his homework while other kids had the day off. My husband also had to work, so it wasn’t a holiday for us at all. We had plenty of leftover cookout food, though!

And since I was not feeling well, I blew off the afternoon and watched another movie with Lina. This is her last week before the school kids come back and she becomes insanely busy, so I wanted to do something with her even if we are on opposite sides of the ocean.

Today was a pretty normal school day. Jasper had his math tutoring session and then we went to the gym. No matter how much I go, it never becomes enjoyable.

I ran errands this afternoon and tried to get some paperwork done. Boy, is my life thrilling! Tomorrow should be better, though . . .

And finally, I accomplished something this evening that has taken me three years. When I first started playing the autoharp three years ago, one of the hymns I wanted to learn was “Constantly Abiding,” which I loved as a girl. Also, I thought it would sound great on the autoharp. However, there aren’t that many hymns arranged for autoharp so I very soon learned to do it myself—but that particular tune defeated me on my first several attempts. It doesn’t seem like it should be hard, but I really struggled with it.

I started working on it again this past weekend, and tonight I finally nailed down the last few troublesome chords that I wasn’t happy with. Now I can play and sing it whenever I want.

A Shelter in the Time of Storm

Praying for those in Harvey’s path. . .

A Shelter in the Time of Storm

Vernon J. Charlesworth

The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

Refrain

Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

A shade by day, defense by night,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes afright,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

Refrain

The raging storms may round us beat,
A Shelter in the time of storm
We’ll never leave our safe retreat,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thou our Helper ever near,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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And Can It Be?

I enjoyed playing and singing this in church this morning. It was one of my favorites as a child.

And Can It Be?

Charles Wesley

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

 

More About Jesus

More About Jesus

Eliza E. Hewitt

More about Jesus would I know,
More of His grace to others show;
More of His saving fullness see,
More of His love Who died for me.

Refrain

More, more about Jesus,
More, more about Jesus;
More of His saving fullness see,
More of His love Who died for me.

More about Jesus let me learn,
More of His holy will discern;
Spirit of God, my teacher be,
Showing the things of Christ to me.

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More about Jesus; in His Word,
Holding communion with my Lord;
Hearing His voice in every line,
Making each faithful saying mine.

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More about Jesus; on His throne,
Riches in glory all His own;
More of His kingdom’s sure increase;
More of His coming, Prince of Peace.

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