Praise – I Am His


by Wade Robinson 1890


Loved with everlasting love,

drawn by grace that love to know,

Spirit sent from Christ above,

thou dost witness it is so.

O this full and precious peace

from his presence all divine;

in a love that cannot cease,

I am his and he is mine.

 Heav’n above is deeper blue,

earth around is sweeter green,

that which glows in ev’ry hue

Christless eyes have never seen.

Birds in song his glories show,

flow’rs with richer beauties shine

since I know, as now I know,

I am his and he is mine.

Taste the goodness of the Lord:

welcomed home to his embrace,

all his love, as blood outpoured,

seals the pardon of his grace.

Can I doubt his love for me,

when I trace that love’s design?

By the cross of Calvary

I am his and he is mine.

His forever, only his–

who the Lord and me shall part?

Ah, with what a rest of bliss

Christ can fill the loving heart.

Heav’n and earth may fade and flee,

firstborn light in gloom decline,

but while God and I shall be,

I am his and he is mine.

Place and Person – Pitman Grove and Camp Meeting and C. Austin Miles

The first meeting in the tabernacle in Pitman, New Jersey, was held in 1871. A history of the town and the camp meeting can be found here: History of Pitman, New Jersey. The tabernacle is at the center of twelve paths, or spokes, reminiscent of the twelve apostles.

C. Austin Miles, a prolific songwriter, wrote the hymn, “In the Garden,” while staying in the grove area. He said of himself, “It is as a writ­er of gos­pel songs I am proud to be known, for in that way I may be of the most use to my Mas­ter, whom I serve will­ing­ly al­though not as ef­fi­cient­ly as is my de­sire.”

Here are a few pictures I took Sunday at about 10:00 in the morning.

These small cottages are just a sampling of the dozens and dozens that surround the tabernacle.

Many years ago when I first moved to the area with my parents, I called this cottage on the fringes of the tabernacle wheel my home. What I remember most about it was the amazing attic it had. When I lived there it had a long front porch which has since been enclosed.

People – There’s not a Friend…

A friend of the family gave my husband this small picture of Jesus. It is smaller than a baseball card, and easily sets upon my kitchen windowsill where I am able to see it daily. I have always loved the image of Jesus holding a lamb. It is representative of his care, compassion and love for all of us. Today the old hymn, “There’s Not A Friend Like The Lowly Jesus,” sprang into my head. It was written in 1890, but has endured for over a century, as so many gospel hymns have done. I love the message in the song, a good song to sing to remind me of the Lord, my greatest friend and Savior, and I think I need to say to that, “Amen.”

There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus No, not one! No, not one! None else could heal all our souls diseases No, not one! No, not one!
Chorus: Jesus knows all about our struggles He will guide till the day is done There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus No, not one! No, not one!
No friend like Him is so high and holy No, not one! No, not one! And yet no friend is so meek and lowly No, not one! No, not one!
Repeat Chorus
There’s not an hour that He is not near us No, not one! No, not one! No night so dark but His love can cheer us No, not one! No, not one!
Repeat Chorus