MY SABBATH HOME
Pa played this hymn every Sunday and they all
sang. -- On the Banks of Plum Creek,
Chapter 36, "Prairie Winter"
Laura and Ida sang this hymn together in
Sunday School. Singing together was even better
than talking. -- These Happy Golden
Years, Chapter 4, "Sleigh Bells"
"My Sabbath Home" is Hymn #7 in Pure Gold for Sunday School by Rev. Robert T. Lowry and W. Howard Doane. The hymnal was published in New York by Biglow & Main, 1871. Words are by Dr. Christopher R. Blackall; Music is by W.H. Doane (1832-1915). Blackall was field surgeon in the 33rd Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry and collaborated with Doane on several hymns. Doane's main occupation was president of a woodworking company, although he was trained in church choirs and earned a doctorate of music from Dennison University.
During his lifetime, Doane composed hundreds of hymns, and he published over 40 collection of hymns. Pure Gold was his fifth collection; a copy was owned by the Ingalls family. While working on the "Little House"® books, Laura wrote sister Carrie and asked if she still had the old hymnal, and Carrie mailed it to Laura for reference.
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MY SABBATH HOME
1. Sweet Sabbath School! more dear to me Than fairest palace dome, My heart e'er turns with joy to thee. My own dear Sabbath home.
[chorus] Sabath Home! Blessed Home! Sabbath Home! Blessed Home! My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My own dear Sabbath Home.
2. Here first my willful, wand'ring heart, The way of life was shown; Here first I sought the better part, And gained a Sabbath Home.
3. Here Jesus stood with loving voice, Entreating me to come, And make of Him my only choice, In this dear Sabbath Home.
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MY SABBATH HOME (from On the Banks of Plum Creek)
Sweet Sabbath school more dear to me Than fairest palace dome, My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My own dear Sabbath home.
MY SABBATH HOME (from These Happy Golden Years)
Sweet Sabbath School! more dear to me Than fairest palace dome, My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My own dear Sabbath home...
Here first my willful, wandering heart The way of life was shown; Here first I sought the better part And gained a Sabbath home...
My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My own dear Sabbath home...
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