Dear Friend of Hymnary,

As you know, we don't ask for money too often. But we're asking now.

So before you hit the "close" button on this box, please consider a donation to keep Hymnary going.

More than half a million people come here every month -- worship leaders, hymnologists, hymn lovers and more -- people who now have access to the most complete database of North American hymnody on the planet thanks to this site. But keeping all of this afloat does not come without a cost, and we have limited sources of revenue. So if you benefit from, would you please consider a donation today? Even small amounts help, and they also let us know you're behind us and support what we do.

You can make your tax-deductible contribution by clicking the Donate button below, or you can send a check to Hymnary at 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546.

On behalf of the entire Hymnary team,
Harry Plantinga

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful emotions and innocent joy

Published in 102 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, MusicXML
Audio files: MIDI, Recording

Full Text

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connexion and innocent joy,
While blest with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded by mercy and peace from on high;
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring arranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels every other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.

The Bible, that volume of God's inspiration,
At morning and evening could yield us delight;
The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,
For mercy by day and for safety by night;
O hymns of thanksgiving with harmonious sweetness,
As warmed by the hearts of the family band,
Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,
Described in the Bible that lay on the stand.

Ye scenes of enjoyment, long have we been parted,
My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more;
In sorrow and sadness I live broken hearted,
And wander alone on a far distant shore;
O why should I doubt a dear Savior's protection,
Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand;
O let me with patience receive his correction,
And think of the Bible that lay on the stand.

Blest Bible! the light and the guide of the stranger,
With it I seem circled with parents and friends;
Thy kind admonition shall guide me from danger;
On thee my last lingering hope then depends.
Hope weakens to vigor and rises to glory;
I'll hasten and flee to the promised land,
And for refuge lay hold on the hope set before me,
Revealed in the Bible that lay on the stand.

Hail, rising the brightest and best of the morning,
The star which has guided my parents safe home;
The beam of thy glory, my pathway adorning,
Shall scatter the darkness and brighten the gloom.
As the old Eastern sages to worship the stranger
Did hasten with ecstasy to Canaan's land,
I'll bow to adore him, not in a low manger,--
He's seen in the Bible that lay on the stand.

Though age and misfortune press hard on my feelings,
I'll flee to the Bible, and trust in the Lord;
Though darkness should cover his merciful dealings,
My soul is still cheered by his heavenly word.
And now from things earthly my soul is removing
I soon shall glory with heaven's bright bands,
And in rapture of joy be forever adoring
The God of the Bible that lay on the stand.

Source: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #20

Text Information

First Line: How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful emotions and innocent joy
Title: How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Language: English
Refrain First Line: The old fashioned Bible



Instances (1 - 2 of 2)Text InfoTune InfoTextScoreFlexScoreAudioPage Scan
The Cyber Hymnal #1429TextScoreAudio
The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #165
Include 100 pre-1979 instances