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A letter from my Father

I've a letter from my Father in my hand

Author: Lanta Wilson Smith
Tune: [I’ve a letter from my Father]
Published in 1 hymnal

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 I’ve a letter from my Father
In my hand, in my hand,
Filled with all the heart’s deep longing
Can demand, can demand;
Love that takes the whole world in,
Grace the wayward soul to sin;
Full redemption from all sin
God has planned, God has planned;
Full redemption from all sin God has planned.

2 Father tells me in his letter
To believe, to believe,
And the Spirit’s gentle wooing
Not to grieve, not to grieve;
But to heed the loving tone
As he speaks to me alone,
And the blessed Holy One
To receive, to receive;
And the blessed Holy One to receive.

3 I have listened to his counsel
Day and night, day and night,
And the homeward path is shining
Fair and bright, fair and bright;
I can shout, and sin, and pray,
And be happy ev’ry day,
For I’m walking all the way
In the light, in the light;
For I’m walking all the way in the light.

4 Death may call, but I will answer
Without fear, without fear,
For I know my dear Redeemer
Will be near, will be near;
He will say: “All joys divine,
Home, and crown, and friends are thine
Where eternal glories shine
Bright and clear, bright and clear;
Where eternal glories shine bright and clear.

Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 3 #60

Author: Lanta Wilson Smith

Lanta Wilson Smith was born July 19, 1856 at Castine, Maine, and died October 19, 1939 at Taunton, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of a Methodist minister, William J. Wilson, and his wife Sedelia Follett. Her father belonged to the Maine, and later the East Maine Conferences from 1846 until 1866, when he with his family traveled in a covered wagon to the west, where he served as minister in Nebraska and Dakota. Later he returned to New England and founded out his sixty-four years in the ministry at an appointment in Hingham, Massachusetts. From her early childhood Lanta sang and played the organ in church and Sunday school wherever her father was located. When seventeen she attended Bucksport Seminary, Maine, where she received som… Go to person page >

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First Line: I've a letter from my Father in my hand
Title: A letter from my Father
Author: Lanta Wilson Smith


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The Finest of the Wheat No. 3 #60

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