My Grandpa's Bible

October 07, 2014  •  1 Comment

I love to add a bit of symbolism into my photo's. The bible the girls are reading belonged to their Great Grandpa and the photo's were taken in the woods near the place he was born. Sometimes there is more story to a photo then what you see at first glance.

Words: Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876).                      

Music: Constance (Sullivan) Arthur S. Sullivan, 1875

Alternate tune: George C. Stebbins, 1878

 

The Sabbath day—sweet day of rest—
Was drawing to a close;
The summer breeze went murmuring by,
To lull me to repose;
I took my father’s Bible down—
His father’s gift to him—
A treasure rare, beyond compare,
Though soiled the page, and dim.

Old friend, I said, if thou couldst tell,
What would thy memories be?

And from the Book there seemed to come
This evening reverie:
“Good will to men, Peace be to thee!
My mission aye hath been,
To tell the love of Him who died
To save a world from sin.

“A hundred years ago I sailed,
With those who sail no more,
Through perils dread; by land and sea,
I reached New England’s shore;
There, on a soul-worn, faithful band Our roots say we’re sisters, our hearts say we’re friends. ~Author Unknown
This soothing psalm did fall:
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place,
In generations all.

“Year after year, in temples rude,
Upon the desk I lay,
To teach of Him, the great High Priest;
The Life, the Truth, the Way.
And multitudes who listened there
To God’s life-giving word,
Are resting from their labors now,
‘For ever with the Lord.’

“Anon a lowly home I found,
But love and peace were there…
The children with the father read,
And knelt with him in prayer;
And through the valley, as one passed,
I heard her sweetly sing:
‘O Grave, where is thy victory?
O Death, where is thy sting?’

Hold fast the faith, the old Book said;
Thy father’s God adore…;
And on the Rock of Ages rest
The soul forever more.

Amen, said I, by grace I will, "Lord, Thou has been our dwelling place in all generations." Psalm 90:1
Till at His feet we fall,
And join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

 


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Diana Clayton(non-registered)
Your art knocks me out. I love so very much of the writing you select to accompany your images.
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