FB – Twitter

People reveal their Face?

No, their Heart, on FB, Twitter, etc.

– eab, 5/30/10

 

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SWEET NAMES

We all have a different name for our mate;

Some to please, and, some to aggravate.

Some go by Sweetheart and some by “Bud.” ^[1]

Some answer to Darling, and others to “Dud.”

But the sweetest name and the stickiest too

           – like glue;

Is the one made by the bee – called “Honey.”

                – eab, Oct. ’65

 

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^[1] What my dad, Clyde D. Bryan, called my mother.

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Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander – death, Oct. 12, 1895

Jesus calls us over the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless, sea;
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, “Christian, follow Me!”

As of old Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for Jesus’ sake.

Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store,
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, “Christian, love Me more!”

In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian, love Me more than these!”

Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies,
Savior may we hear Thy call,
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.

Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander died this date, 10/12/1895, Londonderry, North­ern Ire­land.  Alex­and­er’s hus­band was Will­iam Alex­an­der, a bi­shop.  Ce­cil and her sis­ter found­ed a school for the deaf, and she set up the Girls’ Friend­ly So­ci­e­ty in Lon­don­der­ry.

She wrote some 400 hymns among which are “All Things Bright and Beau­ti­ful,” “Once in Royal David’s City,” and the above “Jesus Calls Us.” Cecil was born in Ap­ril of 1818 at Red­cross, Coun­ty Wick­low, Ire­land.

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