MY SAVIOR

Come again, as once You came,

When you touched the sick,

And healed the lame,   My Savior.

Come again this time to rule,

Making rich the poor,

Making wise the fool,   My Savior.

Come again, dear Prince of Peace,

(O Son, our Sun, and split the East)

Take us up to Thy heavenly feast,

Draw up Thou subjects to the skies,

As glowing sparks upward rise,   My loving Lord.

The time You before were here,

Was a time of sorrow,

A defeat, and a tear,   My Savior.

A time when a manger tried to hold,

A Life of greatness,

That was long foretold,   My Savior.

You came O Christ with a heart-felt reign,

(Immanuel, dispelled sin’s pain)

Lamb before at the foundation slain,

Thank You for Your saving grace,

And hope of meeting face to face,   My loving Lord.

– eab, Nov. ‘72

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Oswald J. Smith – birth, Nov. 8, 1889

1. 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 J. Smith was born this date,11/8/1889, in Odessa, Ontario, Canada.  His dad was a telegraph operator for the Canadian Pacific Railway and Oswald was born in his parent’s home in Odessa.  He was converted to Christ (age 16) at a Torrey-Alexander campaign in Toronto(1/28/1906).  Smith (1934) formed the missionary-minded People’s Church of Toronto which funneled millions of dollars into missionary work.  Smith’s books (35 in number) have been translated into 70(+) languages, his preaching took him to 60(+) countries and he penned 1,200(+) songs including the above.  Oswald J. Smith died1/25/1986.

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Dead Tree – Cross

Kilmer gushed of his love for a tree;

In a limited way I agree.

(Trees giant or quaint I like to see)

But behind the tree is its Maker;

His Son on a tree was my Savior.

Jesus’ Cross was earth’s most special tree. – eab, 7/20/07      

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Edgar Stites – birth, Mar. 22, 1836

“Beulah Land”

 

I’ve reached the land of corn and wine,
And all its riches freely mine;
Here shines undimmed one blissful day,
For all my night has passed away.

 

Refrain

O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land,
As on thy highest mount I stand,
I look away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared for me,
And view the shining glory shore,
My Heav’n, my home forever more!

 

2.

My Savior comes and walks with me,
And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me by His hand,
For this is Heaven’s border land.

 

3.

A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever vernal trees,
And flow’rs, that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever flow.

 

4.

The zephyrs seem to float to me,
Sweet sounds to Heaven’s melody,
As angels with the white robed throng
Join in the sweet redemption song.

Edgar P Stites was born this date (3/22/1836) in Cape May, NJ.  He became a Methodist frontier preacher, and missionary (Dakota Territory).  He was a direct descendent of John Howland, who arrived in America aboard the Mayflower.  Stites also wrote “Trusting Jesus.”  He used the pseudonym “Edgar Page.”  His death was on 1/9/1921.

 

 

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Dewitt Clinton Huntington – death, Feb. 8, 1912

“The Home Over There”

 

O think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of light.
Over there, over there,
O think of the home over there,
Over there, over there,
O think of the home over there.

 

O think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home in the palace of God.
Over there, over there,
O think of the friends over there,
Over there, over there,
O think of the friends over there.

 

My Savior is now over there,
There my kindred and friends are at rest,
Then away from my sorrow and care,
Let me fly to the land of the blest.
Over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there,
Over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there.

 

I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.
Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there,
Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there.

 

Dewitt Clinton Huntington died this date (2/8/1912) Lincoln, NE.  He was a Methodist minister in the east before being elected chancellor of the Nebraska Wesleyan University in 1898 a position he retained until 1908 when he became Professor of English Bible.  He wrote Sin and Holiness (1898).  Huntington was born 4/27/1830 in Townshend, VT.

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Oswald J Smith – Converted, Jan. 28, 1906

“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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