We are traveling on with our staff in hand... We are pilgrims bound for the heavenly land. Fanny Crosby More Quotes by Fanny Crosby More Quotes From Fanny Crosby If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind...for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour. Fanny Crosby choices blessed faces It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dispensation. If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow I would not accept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things about me. Fanny Crosby hymns blessed beautiful It is not enough to have a song on your lips. Fanny Crosby lips heart song Oh what a happy soul am I although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I shall be. How many blessings I enjoy that other people don't. To weep and sigh, because I'm blind? I cannot and I won't. Fanny Crosby soul blessing people Take the wold, but give me Jesus; Fanny Crosby vision giving jesus Sometimes I need to reject the music proposed for my songs because the musicians misunderstand that the Fanny Crosby who once wrote for the people in the saloons has merely changed the lyrics. Oh my no. The church must never sing it's songs to the melodies of the world. Fanny Crosby church song people Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. Fanny Crosby blessed blood jesus Because when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior. Fanny Crosby sight faces heaven Redeemed how I love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed thru His infinite mercy His child and forever I am. Fanny Crosby forever children blood Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. Fanny Crosby breakup break-up broken Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Fanny Crosby angel grieving death Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep? Fanny Crosby wave ocean dark The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above. Fanny Crosby angel together children
