I remember this song from my childhood. This is one that everyone sang. I haven't heard it in ages and I'm wondering if folks still sing it?
I looked it up on google and apparently it was written by Julia Ward Howe, who also wrote the Battle Hymn of The Republic.
Some of the lyrics I remember were missing from the all the sites I found online. I'm putting the ones I remember here. I expect this is one of the songs that folks added their own lyrics to as they went along. There are probably different versions in different parts of the country or in different churches.
If you know any other lyrics please add them in a comment.
It would be a shame to lose them.
Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.
I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
Way beyond the blue.
Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too, while He's still calling you.
Way beyond the blue.
Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
Way beyond the blue.
Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.
If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
Way beyond the blue.
Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.
There is a lovely version of this song sung by a children's choir you can listen to by clicking here.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
A Shelter In The Time Of Storm
I love this song. I don't remember where/when I first heard the chorus but I liked it. I love the idea of having a Shelter In The Time Of Storm. I looked up the words and the whole song has wonderful images of being sheltered.
The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide
A shelter in the time of storm,
Secure whatever ill betide
A shelter in the time of storm.
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm.
A shade by day, defense by night
A shelter in teh time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes affright
A shelter in the time of storm.
The raging storms may round us beat
A shelter in teh time of storm;
We'll never leave our safe retreat
A shelter in teh time of storm.
O Rock divine, O Refuge dear
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thour our helper ever near
A shelter in the time of storm.
The lyrics were written by Vernon J. Charlesworth
Music was written by Ira Sankey
The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide
A shelter in the time of storm,
Secure whatever ill betide
A shelter in the time of storm.
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm.
A shade by day, defense by night
A shelter in teh time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes affright
A shelter in the time of storm.
The raging storms may round us beat
A shelter in teh time of storm;
We'll never leave our safe retreat
A shelter in teh time of storm.
O Rock divine, O Refuge dear
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thour our helper ever near
A shelter in the time of storm.
The lyrics were written by Vernon J. Charlesworth
Music was written by Ira Sankey
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Trust And Obey
This is one of my favorite hymns. I remember it from church when I was young. This is one of the songs that got sung a lot. Apparently a whole lot of people love it. It was written back in 1886 by John Sammis and the music was written by Daniel Towner. It is a lovely song and tells the proper order of christian life--trust first, then obey.
"When we walk with the Lord in teh light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear, not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.
Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.
But we never can prove the delights of His love
Untill all on the alter we lay;
For the favor He shows and the joy He betsows
Are for them who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in they way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go--
Never fear, only trust and obey.
The Complete Book of Hymns: Inspiring Stories about 600 Hymns and Praise Songs
"When we walk with the Lord in teh light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear, not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.
Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.
But we never can prove the delights of His love
Untill all on the alter we lay;
For the favor He shows and the joy He betsows
Are for them who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in they way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go--
Never fear, only trust and obey.
The Complete Book of Hymns: Inspiring Stories about 600 Hymns and Praise Songs
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Rosin The Bow "Old Rosin The Beau"
It seem there are at least two versions of this song. The one I had remembered is the more modern one...it was sung on one of the Walton shows way back when. I also heard the Clancy Brothers
version on Come Fill Your Glass with Us.
I have a copy of that somewhere. It is one of the old songs everyone can sing along with.
This is the version I remember:
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow".
Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.
Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow.
I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.
I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
This is the original folk song:
I've always been cheerful and easy,
And scarce have I needed a foe.
While some after money run crazy,
I merrily Rosin'd the Bow.
Some youngsters were panting for fashions,
Some new kick seemed now all the go,
But having no turbulent passions,
My motto was "Rosin the Bow."
So kindly my parents besought me,
No longer a roving to go,
And friends whom I thought had forgot me,
With gladness met Rosin the Bow.
My young day I spent all in roving,
But never was vicious, no, no;
But somehow I loved to keep moving,
And cheerfully Rosin'd the Bow.
In country or city, no matter,
Too often I never could go,
My presence all sadness would scatter,
So cheerful was Rosin the Bow.
The old people always grew merry,
Young faces with pleasure did glow,
While lips with the red of cherry,
Sipped "bliss to old Rosin the Bow."
While sweetly I played on my viol,
In measures so soft and so slow,
Old Time stopped the shade on the dial,
To listen to Rosin the Bow.
And peacefully now I am sinking,
From all this sweet world can bestow,
But Heaven's kind mercy I'm thinking,
Provides for old Rosin the Bow.
Now soon some still Sunday morning,
The first thing the neighbors will know,
Their ears will be met with the warning,
To bury old Rosin the Bow.
My friends will then so neatly dress me,
In linen as white as the snow,
And in my new coffin they'll press me,
And whisper "poor Rosin the Bow."
Then lone with my head on the pillow,
In peace I'll be sleeping below,
The grass and the breeze shaken willow,
That waves over Rosin the Bow.
I think I actually like the lyrics of the old folk song better. It might not be as fun to sing though as the newer drinking song.
This is the version I remember:
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.
When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow".
Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.
Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow.
I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.
I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.
This is the original folk song:
I've always been cheerful and easy,
And scarce have I needed a foe.
While some after money run crazy,
I merrily Rosin'd the Bow.
Some youngsters were panting for fashions,
Some new kick seemed now all the go,
But having no turbulent passions,
My motto was "Rosin the Bow."
So kindly my parents besought me,
No longer a roving to go,
And friends whom I thought had forgot me,
With gladness met Rosin the Bow.
My young day I spent all in roving,
But never was vicious, no, no;
But somehow I loved to keep moving,
And cheerfully Rosin'd the Bow.
In country or city, no matter,
Too often I never could go,
My presence all sadness would scatter,
So cheerful was Rosin the Bow.
The old people always grew merry,
Young faces with pleasure did glow,
While lips with the red of cherry,
Sipped "bliss to old Rosin the Bow."
While sweetly I played on my viol,
In measures so soft and so slow,
Old Time stopped the shade on the dial,
To listen to Rosin the Bow.
And peacefully now I am sinking,
From all this sweet world can bestow,
But Heaven's kind mercy I'm thinking,
Provides for old Rosin the Bow.
Now soon some still Sunday morning,
The first thing the neighbors will know,
Their ears will be met with the warning,
To bury old Rosin the Bow.
My friends will then so neatly dress me,
In linen as white as the snow,
And in my new coffin they'll press me,
And whisper "poor Rosin the Bow."
Then lone with my head on the pillow,
In peace I'll be sleeping below,
The grass and the breeze shaken willow,
That waves over Rosin the Bow.
I think I actually like the lyrics of the old folk song better. It might not be as fun to sing though as the newer drinking song.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Soldier, Ask Not
Hymn of the Friendlies by Gordon R. Dickson, within book of the same title (1923–2001), published 1965
Soldier, ask not - now, or ever,
Where to war your banners go.
Anarch's legions all surround us.
Strike - and do not count the blow!
Glory, honor, praise and profit,
Are but toys of tinsel worth.
Render up your work, unasking,
Leave the human clay to earth.
Blood and sorrow, pain unending,
Are the portion of us all.
Grasp the naked sword, opposing,
Gladly in the battle fall.
So shall we, anointed soldiers,
Stand at last before the Throne,
Baptized in our wounds, red-flowing,
Sealed unto our Lord - alone!
I read the Dorsai books a long time ago. Some of them I read several times. I loved the songs he used in the books. This is a really good one.
There are lots of other songs that have been written about the Dorsai. You can find them on the Dorsai Irregulars Filk Song Collection. I'm going to be posting some of my favorite filk song lyrics because a few of the older sites seem to be disappearing and it would be a shame to lose them.
If you want to know more about Filk Songs...check out Filking 101:The Folk Music of Science Fiction.
Soldier, ask not - now, or ever,
Where to war your banners go.
Anarch's legions all surround us.
Strike - and do not count the blow!
Glory, honor, praise and profit,
Are but toys of tinsel worth.
Render up your work, unasking,
Leave the human clay to earth.
Blood and sorrow, pain unending,
Are the portion of us all.
Grasp the naked sword, opposing,
Gladly in the battle fall.
So shall we, anointed soldiers,
Stand at last before the Throne,
Baptized in our wounds, red-flowing,
Sealed unto our Lord - alone!
I read the Dorsai books a long time ago. Some of them I read several times. I loved the songs he used in the books. This is a really good one.
There are lots of other songs that have been written about the Dorsai. You can find them on the Dorsai Irregulars Filk Song Collection. I'm going to be posting some of my favorite filk song lyrics because a few of the older sites seem to be disappearing and it would be a shame to lose them.
If you want to know more about Filk Songs...check out Filking 101:The Folk Music of Science Fiction.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Dare To Be a Daniel
Daniel 1:8, Daniel 6:10-11; Acts 16:25-28
Standing by a purpose true,
Heeding God's command,
Honor them, the faithful few!
All hail to Daniel's Band!
Dare to be a Daniel, dare to stand alone!
Dare to have a purpose Firm! Dare to make it known!
Many mighty men are lost,
Daring not to stand,
Who for God had been a host,
By joining Daniel's Band!
Many giants, great and tall,
Stalking thro' the land,
Headlong to the earth would fall,
If met by Daniel's Band!
Hold the gospel banner high!
On to vict'ry grand!
Satan and his host defy,
And shout for Daniel's Band!
I saw this mentioned somewhere a while back..in a Good News Magazine article I think. This is one of the good songs. It talks about courage and being faithful and willing to stand for what you believe in.
I remember singing lots of songs at church when I was little. They had a lot of songs to help teach kids Bible stories. This is one of those. I haven't heard it sung anywhere in ages.
I suppose some churches do still teach these songs to the kids. And maybe home-schools do as well. I hope they are not being completely forgotten. Do your kids know this song? What other Bible/church songs do they know?
Standing by a purpose true,
Heeding God's command,
Honor them, the faithful few!
All hail to Daniel's Band!
Dare to be a Daniel, dare to stand alone!
Dare to have a purpose Firm! Dare to make it known!
Many mighty men are lost,
Daring not to stand,
Who for God had been a host,
By joining Daniel's Band!
Many giants, great and tall,
Stalking thro' the land,
Headlong to the earth would fall,
If met by Daniel's Band!
Hold the gospel banner high!
On to vict'ry grand!
Satan and his host defy,
And shout for Daniel's Band!
I saw this mentioned somewhere a while back..in a Good News Magazine article I think. This is one of the good songs. It talks about courage and being faithful and willing to stand for what you believe in.
I remember singing lots of songs at church when I was little. They had a lot of songs to help teach kids Bible stories. This is one of those. I haven't heard it sung anywhere in ages.
I suppose some churches do still teach these songs to the kids. And maybe home-schools do as well. I hope they are not being completely forgotten. Do your kids know this song? What other Bible/church songs do they know?
Friday, July 15, 2011
Tragedy by Jil Spargur
I first read this in a book of poems my father gave me for my birthday when I turned 12. I loved many of the poems in this book. This one is about how things change as you grow up. She wanted a red balloon but her mom didn't think it was worth the money...and she says she could get one now that she is grown but she doesn't want it anymore. I think children these days would be shocked at this. Most of the ones I know have so many toys they can't put them all up. Maybe the kids today are TOO spoiled? The girl in this story was not for sure.
I always wanted a red balloon,
It only cost a dime,
But Ma said it was risky,
They broke so quickly,
And beside, she didn't have time;
And even if she did, she didn't
Think they were worth a dime.
W lived on a farm, and I only went
To one circus and fair,
And all the balloons I ever saw
Were there.
There were yellow ones and blue ones,
But the kind I liked the best
Were red, and I don't see why
She couldn't have stopped and said
That maybe I could have one--
But she didn't--I suppose theat now
You can buy them anywheres,
And that they still sell red ones
At circuses and fairs.
I got a little money saved;
I got a lot of time,
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;
Plenty of balloons--But somehow
There's something died inside of me,
And I don't want--now.
This poem can be found in
I always wanted a red balloon,
It only cost a dime,
But Ma said it was risky,
They broke so quickly,
And beside, she didn't have time;
And even if she did, she didn't
Think they were worth a dime.
W lived on a farm, and I only went
To one circus and fair,
And all the balloons I ever saw
Were there.
There were yellow ones and blue ones,
But the kind I liked the best
Were red, and I don't see why
She couldn't have stopped and said
That maybe I could have one--
But she didn't--I suppose theat now
You can buy them anywheres,
And that they still sell red ones
At circuses and fairs.
I got a little money saved;
I got a lot of time,
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;
Plenty of balloons--But somehow
There's something died inside of me,
And I don't want--now.
This poem can be found in
Friday, January 7, 2011
All Things Bright and Beautiful
This is a lovely song. I remember my grandmother or someone singing the chorus to me when I was little. I think every child should hear this.
It would help them to learn that what the schools teach isn't the only explanation for where things come from.
Each little flow'r that opens up,
Each little bird that sings,
He mad their glowing colors and
He made their tiny wings.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning light
That brightens up the sky.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
The cold wind in the wintertime,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden now,
He made them every one.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
He gave us eyes to see them all,
And lips that we might tell
How great is the Almighty God
Who has made all things well.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
This song is included in The Complete Book of Hymns
and Bible Camp Songs: All Things Bright & Beautiful
It would help them to learn that what the schools teach isn't the only explanation for where things come from.
Each little flow'r that opens up,
Each little bird that sings,
He mad their glowing colors and
He made their tiny wings.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning light
That brightens up the sky.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
The cold wind in the wintertime,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden now,
He made them every one.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
He gave us eyes to see them all,
And lips that we might tell
How great is the Almighty God
Who has made all things well.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.
This song is included in The Complete Book of Hymns
and Bible Camp Songs: All Things Bright & Beautiful
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