Been doing a bunch new little folk songs and hymn rewrites — but here’s one from a bit ago that I wrote on piano, that also works perfectly well on ukulele.
“Long did I toil”
By Henry Francis Lyte
LONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,
Far did I rove, and find no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who spreads His arms and bids the weary come:
With Him I found a home, a rest Divine,
And I since them am His, and He is mine.
Yes I since them am His, and He is mine.
Yes, He is mine—and nought of earthly things
Nor all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,
The fame of heroes or the pomp of kings,
Could tempt me to forget His love one hour.
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine:
I my Saviour’s am, and He is mine.
I my Saviour’s am, and He is mine.
Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen;
A glorious sun that wanes not nor declines;
Above the clouds and storms He walks serene,
And sweetly on His people’s darkness shines:
Changes may come; I take or I resign,
Content while I am His and He is mine,
while I am His and He is mine.