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My grandma taught me a lot! Not in a classroom, but sitting beside me while I practiced my piano lesson. Or looking through a magnifying glass at the flowers from her garden. “Look what God made,” she would say. “Listen to what the music is saying!”

Now it’s my turn to show my grandchildren the wonder of God through songs that have been favorites of my grandparents, my parents, and now me. They are songs that help me keep my perspective on life, my focus on our real home, and my gaze on Jesus.

This is for you, Grandma. For you, Mom and Dad. For you, my friends and family who still love the old songs. And especially for you, grandchildren (Kandace, Karlie, Kira, Kip, Keenan, Kaden, Joshua, Jessica, Gabrielle, Brooke & Brenna). This 70 year old grandma’s voice won’t sing much longer. It’s your turn to pass these old favorites on. Along with all the new music that you enjoy, may these songs have a special place in your hearts forever.

Grandma Donna (2009)

Song List & Lyrics (Disc 1)

Click each song title below for lyrics

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Rock of Ages/Old Rugged Cross

Rock of ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be for sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow,
Could my zeal no respite know,
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
In my hand no price I I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day –
What a glorious day!
I’ll exchange it someday for a crown.

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         (Toplady/Hastings) | (Bennard)

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Just a Closer Walk with Thee

I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I’ll be satisfied just as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

CHORUS:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Thro’ this world of toils and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

Chorus

And when my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.

Chorus:
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, that’s my plea.
Daily walking close, Oh so close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord,
O let it be, dear Lord,
Please let it be, that I walk close to Thee.

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         (Traditional)

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In the Garden

I come to the garden so alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God Himself discloses.

CHORUS:

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

Chorus

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         (Austin Miles)

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Come, Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal.

Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav’n can remove.

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         (Thomas Moore/Samuel Webbe)

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Lord, I’m Coming Home

I’ve wandered far away from God –
Now I’m coming home;
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod –
Lord, I’m coming home.

CHORUS:

Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Your arms of love –
Lord, I’m coming home.

I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord –
Now I’m coming home;
I’ll trust Your love, believe Your word –
Lord, I’m coming home.

Chorus

My soul is sick, my heart is sore –
Now I’m coming home;
My strength renew, my hope restore –
Lord, I’m coming home.

Chorus

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         (Kirkpatrick)

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Come, Ye Sinners

Come, ye sinners poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

CHORUS:

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
His the gift of faith supplying
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Chorus

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         (Hart/Traditional American Melody)

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Prayer Medley:
What a Friend We Have in Jesus,
Did You Think to Pray?,
Sweet Hour of Prayer

What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Ere you left your room this morning,
Did you think to pray?
In the name of Christ, our Savior,
Did you ask for loving favor
As a shield today?

O how praying rests the weary!
Prayer can change the night to day!
So, when life seems dark and dreary,
Don’t forget to pray.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
That bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known;
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

O how praying rests the weary!
Prayer will change the night to day!
So, when life seems dark and dreary,
Don’t forget to pray.

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         (Scriven/Converse, Kidder/Perkins, Walford/Bradbury)

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Poor Wayfarin’ Stranger Medley:
Poor Wayfarin’ Stranger,
This World Is Not My Home,
I’ll Fly Away

I am a poor wayfarin’ stranger
Travelin’ thru this world of woe,
But there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.

I’m goin’ there to see my Savior,
I’m goin’ there no more to roam.
I’m just a goin’, goin’ over yonder;
Just a goin’ over home.

Because this world is not my home,
I’m just a passin’ through.
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

O Lord, You know
I have no friend like You.
If heaven’s not my home,
Then, Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

So I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away;
When I die, hallelujah, by and by,
I’ll fly away.

Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away;
To my home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O glory, I’ll fly away;
When I die, hallelujah, by and by,
I’ll fly away.

I’m goin’ there to see my Savior,
I’m goin’ there no more to roam.
I’m just a-goin’, goin’ over yonder.
I’m just a-goin’, goin’ over home.

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         (Traditional, Unknown, Brumley)

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Lead Me Gently Home

Lead me gently home, Father,
Lead me gently home,
When life’s toils are ended,
And parting days have come;

Sin no more shall tempt me,
Ne’er from Thee I’ll roam,
If Thou’lt only lead me, Father,
Lead me gently home.

CHORUS:

Lead me gently home, Father,
Lead me gently home, Father,
Lest I fall upon the wayside,
Lead me gently home.

Lead me gently home, Father,
Lead me gently home,
In life’s darkest hours, Father,
When life’s troubles come;

Keep my feet from wand’ring,
Lest from Thee I’ll roam,
Lest I fall upon the wayside,
Lead me gently home.

Chorus

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         (W. L. Thompson)

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When We All Get to Heaven

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace;
In the mansions bright and blessed
He’ll prepare for us a place.

CHORUS:

When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory.

While we walk this pilgrim pathway
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when trav’ling days are over
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

Chorus

Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open –
We shall tread the streets of gold.

Chorus

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         (Hewitt/Wilson)

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Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, help me stand;
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn,
Thru the storm, thru the night,
Lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near;
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall;
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

Home, sweet home; home, sweet home,
Where I’ll never roam.
I see the light of that city so bright –
My home, sweet home.

So take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

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         (Thomas A. Dorsey)

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His Eye Is on the Sparrow

Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart be so lonely,
And long for heav’n, my home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant friend is He.
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

CHORUS:

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free;
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever clouds arise,
When song gives way to sighing,
And hope within me almost dies;
I draw the closer to Him,
From care He sets me free:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
So I know He watches me.

Chorus

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free;
For His eye is on the little sparrow,
And I know, yes, I know,
I know He watches me.

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         (Martin/Gabriel)

Song List (Piano Solos – Disc 2)

13. Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us
      (Thrupp/Bradbury)

14. I Need Thee Every Hour
      (Hawks/Lowry)

15. It Is Well with My Soul
      (Spafford/Bliss)

16. Jesus Loves Even Me
      (P. P. Bliss)

17. Jesus Loves Me Medley: Jesus Loves Me, Praise Him, Praise Him All You Little Children
      (William Bradbury, Anonymous)

18. O, How I Love Jesus
      (Early American Melody)

19. My Faith Looks Up to Thee
      (Palmer/Mason)

20. My Jesus, I Love Thee
      (Featherstone/Gordon)

21. No, Not One Medley: No, Not One, I’ve Found a Friend
      (George Hugg, Stebbins)

22. Nothing but the Blood Medley: Nothing but the Blood of Jesus, Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?
      (Robert Lowry, Hoffman)

23. Great Is Thy Faithfulness
      (Chisholm/Runyan)

24. Like a River Glorious
      (Havergal/Mountain)

Credits

RECORDED AT: Scott Quillin Studio
PRODUCED BY: Donna Krieger and Scott Quillin
ENGINEERED BY: Scott Quillin
PHOTOGRAPHY AND COVER DESIGN: Amalie Baker

Looking Back

When I turned 70 I decided that I should try one last attempt at recording. This is my “last hurrah,” so to speak. I dedicated it to my 11 grandchildren, hoping that they would learn to treasure these old songs as I do. That may be a little too much to hope for, but at least they know what some of my favorites are and they can appreciate them from their own perspective. I’m doing what I can to preserve the traditional, giving these songs a little facelift in an effort to keep them alive for the next generations. This collection is two recordings in one – 12 vocal solos and 12 piano solos.