Monday Morning Melody

My weekend has been full of music, so I couldn’t not renew my Monday Morning Melody post. We had a family gathering at Mama’s parents over the weekend, which, besides lots of food and fellowship and laughter, included lots and lots of singing. LOTS.

With Grammy’s recent diagnosis of recurring cancer, this year’s summer gathering was a little nostalgic. Between us are years and years of memories of Grammy playing the piano in her unique, Southern gospel style, nearly always with a group singing around her. Sometimes it was their quartet group; long-time friends who sang together for years. Sometimes it was a mixture of three generations singing hymns or Christmas songs in the living room.

Last Saturday, it was practically a full choir: 4-part family harmony for a two-hour-or-so session of singing hymn after hymn after hymn (later we counted at least over 40). It was glorious.

So now, to narrow that list down to ONE to use for today is next to impossible! Several of them I’ve featured before, so that helps. And one we decided has such short verses (only two lines each verse) and is all refrain, that I think it’s probably not worth using, even though fun to sing. (After all, how many times can you fly away, fly away, in two minutes?)

Oh, and we discovered a new hymn that will definitely not be a hymn of choice around here! The title was, “If Men Go To Hell, Who Cares?”!! I think an important word “who will care” was left out!

So, after much deliberation, I have finally chosen one, because it depicts well the spirit of that afternoon.

There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus, because He first loved me!

It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.

Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus, because He first loved me!

(Frederick Whitfield, 1829-1904)

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