Friday Slowdown

The composer of our hymn for this Friday was a pharmacist and amateur photographer, C. Austin Miles.  One day in 1912, he was in his darkroom, waiting for his photos to develop, and while in prayer, experienced a profound spiritual moment.
He envisioned Mary Magdalene, visiting the tomb and then meeting the risen Christ in the garden. He penned these words that have become a favorite for many Christians.

I hope that you find time to meditate on these lyrics and perhaps enjoy the recording that is below. May they bring a blessing to your heart on this Friday, as we slow down to think of our Father and to thank Him for His many blessings to us.


I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

A Friday Slowdown

This old hymn by Lina Sandell is a precious one. Please take time to read these words and meditate today on how He strengthens us day by day. If you would like to hear the hymn, there is a video below these lyrics. I was able to find one that is very pretty, and has lovely photos of our Father's workmanship.

Day by day and with each passing moment,
strength I find to meet my trials here;
trusting in my father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
gives unto each day what He deems best –
lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me
with a special mercy for each hour;
all my cares He fain would bear,and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Power.
The protection of His child and treasure
is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This is the pledge to me He made.

Help me then in every tribulation
so to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
that I loose not faith’s sweet consolation
offered me within Thy holy word.
Help me Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
one by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
'Til I reach the promised land.



Have a blessed weekend, my friends!