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Night Thoughts

From Ailenroc’s Book, by Cornelia Alexander

Night! Dark, rainy, disagreeable! A fit time for sad and brooding thoughts; a time to close the eyes to present surroundings and drift back on the “tide of years.” A picture rises to my mind’s eye—one that often comes, for it is indelibly printed upon my memory.

Night in the country. The cattle are housed, the sheep folded, and a family gathered around the hearthstone.

The fire, laid upon tall brass andirons, is blazing brightly; the brass top of the fender gleams in its ruddy glow, and candles in old-fashioned brass candlesticks add their soft light.

On the mantle stands the tall old clock, and poised on its top is a brazen eagle which seems forever spreading its wings for flight. The staring face of that old clock comes before my vision as a well-remembered friend, and I hear again the “tick-tock, tick-tock,” which counted out the moments of my careless, happy life.

The pictures on that clock were marvels, for it was so tall that it was divided into stories, and the two lower ones were embellished with pictures. A group of very white houses with very red roofs and very green blinds represented to my youthful imagination the city of Savannah, Ga. It does not occur to just now how I ever got that idea into my head, but there it was. I suppose it was because I was born in Savannah. (keep reading)

Posted on 25 February 2010 by Mashkioya
Filed under: Ailenroc's Book

Hymn of the Week – Jerusalem

Music: From Baptist Harmony, arranged by William Walker
Words: John Cennick (1743)
Sheet music
Sound recording (Sacred harp singing at Baylor University)

Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

I’m on my journey home,
To the new Jerusalem,
So fare you well,
I am going home.

The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King’s highway of holiness,
I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.

This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.

The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Savior say,
“Come hither, soul, I am the way.”

Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Savior I have found;
I’ll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, “Behold the way to God.”

Posted on 21 February 2010 by Mashkioya
Filed under: Hymn of the Week,sheet music