1 Till I learned to love Thy name,
Lord, Thy grace denying,
I was lost in sin and shame,
Dying, dying, dying!
This is now my constant theme,
This my favorite story.
Jesus’ blood avails for me,
Glory, glory, glory.
2 Nothing could the world impart,
Darkness held no morrow;
In my soul and in my heart,
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!
This is now my constant theme,
This my favorite story.
Jesus’ blood avails for me,
Glory, glory, glory.
3 When I learned to love Thy name,
O Thou meek and lowly;
Rapture kindled to a flame,
Holy, holy, holy!
Hallelujah, grace is free,
I will tell the story.
Jesus’ blood hath made me free,
Glory, glory, glory.
4 Henceforth shall creation ring
With salvation’s story,
Till I rise with Thee to sing,
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah, grace is free,
I will tell the story.
Jesus’ blood hath made me free,
Glory, glory, glory.
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #142
Alice Cary (1820-1871) was born and raised in Mount Healthy in Hamilton County, Ohio. Her family had come from Lyme, New Hampshire when her grandfather was given land in return for his service in the Continental Army. She had been nationally recognized as an interpreter of pioneer traditions. Her short story collections depict Mount Healthy as it was transformed from an isolated rural village to a Cincinnati suburb. She and her sister Phoebe wrote for local religious periodicals before Alice moved to New York City. John Greenleaf Whitier praised Alice's stories as "simple, natural, truthful [with] a keen sense of humor and pathos of the comedy and tragedy of life in the country." Her hymn "Along the mountain track of life" was published i… Go to person page >
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