Grandma’s Favorite Hymn

This was my maternal grandmother’s favorite and it is the hymn playing as I walked down the aisle.

May you find as much joy in this hymn as she did.

In The Garden

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.


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.


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.


Words: Charles Austin Miles (1912)

My Favorite Hymn

This Sunday, I thought I would share my favorite hymn with you.  It was also my father’s favorite but I did not find that out until after he passed.   It also was the hymn played when my bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

Even as a child I found joy in this hymn.  I believe because it is so powerful, passionate and sung with a lot of gusto.  I have always enjoyed music with guts over sing-songy, wishy-washy, winey songs such as “Michelle”, “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” and “How Can You Mend A Broken Heart.”


Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning, our song shall rise to thee;

Holy, Holy, Holy, Merciful and mighty!

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, Holy, Holy!  All the saints adore thee!

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,

Who wert and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, Holy, Holy!  All the saints adore thee,

Through the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,

Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,

Perfect in power, in love and purity.

Holy, Holy, Holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea;

Holy, Holy, Holy!  Merciful and mighty!

God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

From “A Sacrifice of Praise, Second Edition, An Anthology of Christian Poetry in English from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century, Edited by James H. Trott, Forward by Larry Woiwode

An Army Of Kids

Bible School brings back fond memories.  Our church would have a sizeable crowd and Mom used to help out.  This is one of the songs we would sing before going to separate classrooms.

Now you could not expect a crowd of kids to just stand and sing this song.  So we marched in place.  We really got into it and it sounded like an army marching forward.

So get your marching boots on…ready…let’s march!


Onward Christian Soliders

        Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

                    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

                    Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;

                    forward into battle see his banners go!


                    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,

                    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

                    At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;

                    on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!

                    Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;

                    brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.


                    Like a mighty army moves the church of God;

                    brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.

                    We are not divided, all one body we,

                    one in hope and doctrine, one in charity.


                    Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,

                    but the church of Jesus constant will remain.

                    Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;

                    we have Christ’s own promise, and that cannot fail.


                    Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,

                    blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.

                    Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,

                    this through countless ages men and angels sing.



Text: Sabine Baring-Gould, 1834-1924
Music: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1842-1900

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