Archive for April 24th, 2010

To be bound by satan’s forces


yet deceived into thinking you have ultimate freedom,


is the greatest of all possible deceptions.       


– eab, 3/19/10        

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There are those who live in valleys,

Where the mountains stretch behind,

Tall, quiet, and majestic and – – –

(Dare one write?) sublime.


Peaks that pierce a distant sky,

Teeth in a cross-cut saw,

Fitted with ermine caps,

Snow that doesn’t thaw.


Valley dwellers bound to schedules,

Men who each day run,

From assignment to assignment,

From pre-dawn to nighted sun.


Such valley men and maidens see –

See mountains (if seen at all),

As a backdrop for the foothills,

See them as borders, as a wall.


They’re serrated separations

From the nearest neighbor vale;

Bristled bones of stone and ice,

Boundaries to each valley’s tale.

          – eab, Apr. ‘01

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Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace.
In the mansions bright and blessèd
He’ll prepare for us a place.


When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!

While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when traveling days are over,
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

Let us then be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving every day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.

Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open;
We shall tread the streets of gold.

Eliza Edmunds Hewitt died this date, 4/24/1920, at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  She was a Presbyterian Sunday School teacher who authored at least fifty songs among which are: “There Is Sunshine in My Soul Today,” “Stepping in the Light,” “Give Me Thy Heart,” “More About Jesus,” “My Faith Has Found a Resting Place,” “Singing I Go,” “Under the Blood.”  She was also a regular contributor to Sunday-school Helps.

After graduation from school (valedictorian) Eliza began teaching. However, her career was cut short by a serious spinal problem. She partially recovered, but was an invalid most of her life. She then turned to hymn writing, which ran in the family. Her cousin was hymnist Edgar Page Stites.

Eliza was born 6/28/1851, in Philadelphia and lived all her life in there.

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