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Dixie — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 17:00:19 +0000

I love to tell the story
of unseen things above,
of Jesus and his glory,
of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story,
because I know ’tis true;
it satisfies my longings
as nothing else can do.
Refrain:
I love to tell the story,
’twill be my theme in glory,
to tell the old, old story
of Jesus and his love.

Sunday Morning 33

Dixie — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 16:00:27 +0000

A country song and an old hymnal– connected to the casual observer by only a shared verse. To a person who’s been in that dark moment when they saw the lonely valley in front of them, they become intertwined– one feeds on the other, and their meanings blend. One is mourning the loss of loved ones to the grave, the other mourning the loss of a loved one to the wanderings of the heart. The outcome of both losses is the same, though– “… we’ll never meet anymore / ‘Til we gather in heaven’s bright city / Far away on that beautiful shore…”

Note: If you haven’t already, go visit Lance’s YouTube channel. The man has a true gift for music.

Sunday Morning 32

Dixie — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 16:00:45 +0000

Sunday Morning 31

Dixie — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 16:00:14 +0000

Sunday Morning 30

Dixie — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 16:00:41 +0000

I grieved my Lord from day to day,
I scorned His love so full and free,
And though I wandered far away,
My mother’s prayers have followed me.

Refrain:
I’m coming home, I’m coming home,
To live my wasted life anew,
For mother’s prayers have followed me,
Have followed me the whole world through.

O’er desert wild, o’er mountain high,
A wanderer I chose to be;
A wretched soul, condemned to die,
Still mother’s prayers have followed me.

He turned my darkness into light,
This blessed Christ of Calvary!
I’ll praise His name both day and night,
That mother’s prayers have followed me.

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One of the verses that ties to this hymn is… touching to me. “When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also.” (2 Timothy 1:5) I can imagine Timothy reading this letter and reflecting back on his mother and grandmother, tearing up a bit as he did so. I know I did while reading that verse, and reading the words of the hymn. Oh, thank You, Lord, that mother’s prayers have followed me…

Sunday Morning XXIX

Dixie — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:00:49 +0000

Sunday Morning XXVIII

Dixie — Sun, 30 May 2010 16:00:15 +0000

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.

Sunday Morning XXVII

Dixie — Sun, 16 May 2010 16:00:42 +0000

To the Work

To the work! To the work! We are servants of God;
Let us follow the path that our Master has trod;
With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew,
Let us do with our might what our hands find to do.

Refrain

Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on,
Let us hope and trust,
Let us watch and pray,
And labor till the Master comes.

To the work! To the work! Let the hungry be fed;
To the fountain of life let the weary be led;
In the cross and its banner our glory shall be,
While we herald the tidings, “Salvation is free!”

Refrain

To the work! To the work! There is labor for all;
For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall;
And the love of our Father exalted shall be,
In the loud swelling chorus, “Salvation is free!”

Refrain

To the work! To the work! In the strength of the Lord,
And a robe and a crown shall our labor reward,
When the home of the faithful our dwelling shall be,
And we shout with the ransomed, “Salvation is free!”

Refrain

Sunday Morning XXVI

Dixie — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 16:00:00 +0000

Sunday Morning XXV

Dixie — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 16:00:05 +0000

He, Who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us, and hears our cry;
Alleluia!