I Come to the Garden Alone

I Come to the Garden Alone  

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Refrain

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

Refrain

Composer and lyricist: Charles A. Miles (1868 – 1946)  Public domain.

Performance: R.I. Music (used with permission) 

Photo: Marge McCoy

Showers

Lord, I hear of Show’rs of Blessing

Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing
  Thou art scatt’ring full and free,
Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing;
  Let some drops now fall on me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Pass me not, O tender Savior!
  Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
  While Thou’rt calling, call for me

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Love of God, so pure and changeless!
  Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless!
  Magnify them all in me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Lyrics:  Elizabeth Codner

Music:  WiIliam Bradbury (1816 – 1868)

Photo: Vicki Kingma

The Lord’s Side

Who is on the Lord’s Side?

Who is on the Lord’s side?
  Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers,
  Other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side?
  Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side?
  Who for Him will go?

By Thy grand redemption,
  By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side;
    Savior, we are Thine.

Lyrics: Frances R. Havergal (1836 – 1879)

Music: German melody

Photo: Marge McCoy

Blest Be the Tie That Binds

Happy Mother’s Day

We praise you, O God, for your gift of motherly love, both gentle and fierce, both strong and humble, both kind and true. For mothers who have joined you in heaven and those with us here on earth. Thank you ties that bind and love that endures.

Blest Be the Tie That Binds

Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love;

The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above

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Lyrics: John Fawcett (1740 – 1817)

Music: Hans Georg Nageli (1772 – 1836)

Photo: Tracy Profitt

Knocking, Knocking

Knocking, Knocking

Knocking, knocking, who is there?
Waiting, waiting, O how fair!
’Tis a Pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before;
Ah! my soul, for such a wonder
Wilt thou not undo the door?
Wilt thou not undo the door?

Knocking, knocking, still He’s there,
Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair;
But the door is hard to open,
For the weeds and ivy vine
With their dark and clinging tendrils
Ever round the hinges twice,
Ever round the hinges twice.

Knocking, knocking what! still there?
Waiting, waiting, grand and fair;
Yea, the wounded hand still knocketh,
And beneath the thorn-wreath’d hair
Beam the patient eyes, so tender,
Of thy Savior waiting there;
Wilt thou keep him waiting there?

Lyrics: Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812 – 1896)

Music: George F. Root (1820- 1895)

Photo: Diane Domigan

Fairest Lord Jesus

To end our Corrie Ten Boom Week we are featuring a hymn that is reported to have been a favoirte hymn of the Ten Boom Family.

Fairest Lord Jesus

Fairest Lord Jesus!
Ruler of all nature!
O Thou of God and man the Son!
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown!

Fair are the meadows
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing!

Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heav’n can boast!

All fairest beauty,
Heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer,
Fairer, or dearer,
Than Thou my Savior art to me.

Lyrics :German (17th Century)
Music: Schleisische Volkslieder (1842)
Photo: Marge McCoy

sit still

When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.

Corrie Ten Boom

Photo: Bob McCoy

inside

Happiness isn’t something that depends on our surroundings…It’s something we make inside ourselves.

Quote: Corrie Ten Boom

Photo: Marge McCoy

too small

Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.”

Quote: Corrie Ten Boom

Photo: Marge McCoy

measure

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

Quote: Corrie Ten Boom

Photo: Marge McCoy