A friend and neighbor gave me an old hymn book a while back. I have thumbed through it a few times since, smiling as it brings to mind songs I haven’t sung since I was a kid. Every now and then I can’t help but stop on a page and hum or sing a few words.
I must be getting old. Tonight I actually sat down with the hymn book and my guitar. I cracked the book open and flipped a few pages, looking for a tune to play. After a few casual page turns, I came to one. It wasn’t long until my fingers were picking, my mouth was singing, and my heart was beating to the tune . . .
More about Jesus I would know,
More of His grace to others show;
More of His saving fullness see,
More of His love, who died for me.
More, More about Jesus . . .
I don’t really know who Hewitt and Sweney were, but they sure could write a decent song. Copyright 1887, and still stuck in my head.