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Sunday's Hymn

Sunday, May 10, 2009 at 2:43PM

Fanny Crosby wrote over 8000 hymns, so she probably wins the title of “most prolific hymnwriter in history.” Some of her hymns—and please don’t shoot me for saying this—were not of enduring quality, but here is one of her lesser-known hymns that passes my muster.

Glory Ever Be to Jesus

Glory ever be to Jesus,
God’s own well belovèd Son;
By His grace He hath redeemed us,
“It is finished,” all is done.

Refrain

Saved by grace through faith in Jesus,
Saved by His own precious blood,
May we in His love abiding,
Follow on to know the Lord.

Oh the weary days of wand’ring,
Longing, hoping for the light;
These at last all lie behind us,
Jesus is our strength and might.

In His safe and holy keeping,
’Neath the shadow of His wing,
Gladly in His love confiding,
May our souls His praises sing.

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Saturday

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Saturday's Old Photo

Saturday, May 9, 2009 at 8:54PM

In last week’s Saturday’s Old Photo, I posted a photo of the home my mother grew up in. This week, I’m visiting the other side of my family. This is an aerial photo of the farm south of Tribune, Kansas that was my father’s childhood home. The house you see on the far left is in the background of this photo.

This picture came from the front of a Kansas farm magazine. My father was unsure of the name of the magazine, but he did remember that it featured an aerial photo of a Kansas farm on the cover of every issue. There was a prize of some sort—a year’s subscription, he thought—given to the first person to identify the farm. It was a friend of my grandparents who won the prize this time. My dad guesses that this photo was taken some time in the 1950s.

We visited this farm often when I was young, sometimes during the wheat harvest so my dad could help out. We ate all three meals around the big dinner table on some of the same pastel Boonton Ware dishes I have in the bottom of my china cabinet now.

The handwriting under the photo is from my grandmother, who died nearly 30 years ago.