An Instrument in Thy Hand
Tune thou my song to tell thy glory; My every anthem to adore thee; Thus as thy witness will I stand; Lord, make me an instrument in thy hand.
Tune thou my song to tell thy glory; My every anthem to adore thee; Thus as thy witness will I stand; Lord, make me an instrument in thy hand.
Endow my soul with loving kindness; Make me even as thou art; Engrave thine image in my countenance; Write thy name upon my heart.
Make a list of all the things mothers do and you’ll run out of paper. These lyrics are based on the singable list, but the less poetic list, for which I am also grateful, is hovering there in the background.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
A counterpoint to “Press Forward, Saints,” #81 in the 1985 LDS hymnal.
“For the Beauty of the Earth” set to the melody “Scarborough Fair,” for Solo or SSAATTBB, both with violin obbligato.
A song describing the events of the Restoration.
Words by Henry F. Lyte (adapted); Melody by William H Monk (adapted); Arranged by Sally DeFord
“And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.”
Every loving, selfless thing my mother did for me was an unspoken prayer on my behalf.
My 1997 Christmas Card Carol.
Jesus was born in an obscure town in a small land, without earthly fanfare. Quietly. And so the emphasis of this Christmas song rests on the word “quietly.”
It *is* possible to make home a bit of heaven. It happened to our family once, for about ten minutes back in 1992.
This song was my unofficial contribution to the 2006 LDS Mutual (youth program) theme, “Arise and shine forth that thy light may be a standard for the nations.”
This song, a simple prayer for help in actively representing the things we believe, was written to support the 2009 LDS Youth theme.