SS&S 1197: As I wandered round the homestead,
1. As I wandered round the homestead,
Many a dear familiar spot
Brought within my recollection
Scenes I'd seemingly forgot;
There, the orchard — meadow, yonder —
Here, the deep, old-fashioned well,
With its old moss-covered bucket,
Sent a thrill no tongue can tell.
2. Though the house was held by strangers,
All remained the same within;
Just as when a child I rambled
Up and down, and out and in;
To the garret dark ascending —
Once a source of childish dread —
Peering through the misty cobwebs,
Lo! I saw my cradle bed.
3. Quick I drew it from the rubbish
Covered o'er with dust so long:
When, behold, I heard in fancy
Strains of one familiar song,
Often sung by my dear mother
To me in that cradle bed:
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
4. While I listen to the music
Stealing on in gentle strain,
I am carried back to childhood —
I am now a child again:
'Tis the hour of my retiring,
At the dusky eventide;
Near my cradle bed I'm kneeling,
As of yore, by mother's side.
5. Hands are on my head so loving,
As they were in childhood's days;
I, with weary tones, am trying
To repeat the words she says;
'Tis a prayer in language simple
As a mother's lips can frame:
Father, Thou who art in heaven,
Hallowed, ever, be Thy name.
6. Prayer is over: to my pillow
With a good-night kiss I creep,
Scarcely waking while I whisper,
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Then my mother, o'er me bending,
Prays in earnest words, but mild:
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Bless, oh bless, my precious child!
7. Yet I am but only dreaming:
Ne'er I'll be a child again;
Many years has that dear mother
In the quiet graveyard lain;
But her blessed angel spirit
Daily hovers o'er my head,
Calling me from earth to heaven,
Even from my cradle bed.
SS&S 1197: As I wandered round the homestead,
(SS&S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns
Sacred songs and Solos are hymns for worship in the church. They are inspirational hymns written by the leading of the holy spirit. Each of the lines and stanzas have indebt messages and filled with rhema.
Psalm 33
1 Sing joyfully to the Lord, you righteous;
it is fitting for the upright to praise him.
2 Praise the Lord with the harp;
make music to him on the ten-stringed lyre.
3 Sing to him a new song;
play skillfully, and shout for joy.
4 For the word of the Lord is right and true;
he is faithful in all he does.
5 The Lord loves righteousness and justice;
the earth is full of his unfailing love.
6 By the word of the Lord the heavens were made,
their starry host by the breath of his mouth.
7 He gathers the waters of the sea into jars;
he puts the deep into storehouses.
8 Let all the earth fear the Lord;
let all the people of the world revere him.
9 For he spoke, and it came to be;
he commanded, and it stood firm.
10 The Lord foils the plans of the nations;
he thwarts the purposes of the peoples.
11 But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever,
the purposes of his heart through all generations.
12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
the people he chose for his inheritance.
13 From heaven the Lord looks down
and sees all mankind;
14 from his dwelling place he watches
all who live on earth—
15 he who forms the hearts of all,
who considers everything they do.
16 No king is saved by the size of his army;
no warrior escapes by his great strength.
17 A horse is a vain hope for deliverance;
despite all its great strength it cannot save.
18 But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
19 to deliver them from death
and keep them alive in famine.
20 We wait in hope for the Lord;
he is our help and our shield.
21 In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.
22 May your unfailing love be with us, Lord,
even as we put our hope in you.
SS&S songs are up to 1,000 hymns and counting. For the sake of convenience, we are splitting them into hundreds. SS&S 1197: As I wandered round the homestead,