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“The Wonder of It All”

 

There’s the wonder of sunset at evening

The wonder as sunrise I see

But the wonder of wonders that thrills my soul

Is the wonder that God loves me.

 

Refrain

O the wonder of it all,

The wonder of it all,

Just to think that God loves me

O the wonder of it all,

The wonder of it all,

Just to think that God loves me

2.

There’s the wonder of springtime and harvest

The sky, the stars, the sun

But the wonder of wonders that thrills my soul

Is the wonder that’s only begun.

 

George Beverly Shea was born this date (2/1/1909) in Winchester, Ontario, Canada.  The house in which he was born is about a block or two west of the main section of town (on the main street).  It is a frame house on the south side within very easy walking distance of the Wesley Methodist Church his dad, Adam I. Shea pastored. He is 100 years old today.   

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“The Song of the Soul Set Free”

Fairest of ten thousand is Jesus Christ, my Savior,
The Lily of the Valley, The Bright and Morning Star.
He is all my glory, and in this heart of mine
Forevermore I’m singing a song of love divine.

Refrain
‘Tis the song of the soul set free,
And its melody is ringing.
‘Tis the song of the soul set free;
Joy and peace to me it’s bringing.
‘Tis the song of the soul set free;
And my heart is ever singing,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The song of the soul set free!
2.
Once my heart was burdened, but now I am forgiven,
And with a song of gladness, I’m on my way to heav’n.
Christ is my Redeemer; my Song of Songs is He.
My Savior, Lord, and Master–to Him my praise shall be.
3.
When He came to save me, He set the joybells ringing,
And now I’m ever singing, For Christ has ransomed me.
Once I lived in darkenss; the light I could not see.
But now I sing His praises, for He was set me free.
4.
Angels cannot sing it–this song of joy and freedom,
For mortals only know it, the ransomed and the free.
Slaves were they in bondage and deepest misery;
But now they sing triumphant their songs of liberty.

Oswald Jeffrey Smith was Converted to Christ this date (1/28/1906) in a R A Torrey meeting in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He was 16.  God allowed him to pastor in Toronto from 1915 – 1959 most of those years at People’s Church of Toronto

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Oh, how to describe the man Cain,

His life was sad and vain.

His soul was unstable.

He killed brother Able,

And answered God back without pain.

-eab, 3/3/05 

 

Written on Princess Street in Kingston, ON

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You cannot live another’s life,

Strive ever so hard, live ever so long;

You can never feel their pain, or sing their song.

You have your own terrific life to live,

Your own personal niche to fulfill;

Give it, Friend, all your ability.

Give your great life all your forceful, free will.

He, who gave you your life, loves you still!  – eab, 1/3/07

 

Written while pastoring a church in Kingston, Ontario, Canada – an interesting and educational experience and (I hope for one or more) a soul inspiring time as well.

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Born the King above everything,

A King, though in a stable,

Born so poor, beyond inn door,

So poor – and yet so able!   -eab, 12/19/06

Written while pastoring in Kingston, Ontario, Canada

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Men who feel quite adequate

To tell you which “i” to dot,

To tell you what you are to do – not;

Ought also to be able,

To tell you how humbly to praise,

How in quietude and true gratitude

You should voice and hands raise.

We lack not in “liners up,”

And men who love that line,

We need men who will lead to worship,

Men who live and love in the divine.

Oh, may the incense of my heart,

Toward heaven daily depart!      -eab, 1/3/07

Written while pastoring with the Pilgrim Holiness in Kingston, Ontario.

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“The Mercy of God Is an Ocean Divine”   (stanza 1 and refrain)

The mercy of God is an ocean divine,
A boundless and fathomless flood.
Launch out in the deep, cut away the shore line,
And be lost in the fullness of God.

Launch out, into the deep.
Oh let the shore line go.
Launch out, launch out in the ocean divine,
Out where the full tides flow.

A B Simpson was born 12/15/1843 on Prince Edward Island in Canada.  It was my privilege to see the spot where his family home was.  His dad had a mill and would cut lumber, place it on a small boat and float it down the narrow creek that boarded their land to a ship building yard.  Simpson was a lad who grew up with the sea – this song reflects this boyhood scenes.  He died 10/29/1919 in Nyack, NY. 

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