1 Oh, there’s many a thorn on the Jesus way,
Many a thorn I know;
There is grief, and loss and the pain of the Cross
Wherever my feet may go.
But the Lord will heal all the wounds I feel
When the thorns have pricked me sore;
And He’s planted a rose where the briar grows,
For He’s walked this path before.
2 Oh, there’s many a storm on the Jesus way,
Many a storm I see,
When black is the cloud and the wind is loud,
And waves go over me.
But the Lord Himself is in my little ship,
And the storms obey His will;
At the word He hath said, “Be not afraid,”
My heart and the sea grows still.
3 Oh, there’s many a foe on the Jesus way,
Many a foe to fight;
And all the day we must watch and pray
To keep our armor bright.
But the Lord forever will be at my side
The tempter’s wiles to meet;
Tho’ the foe be strong, and the strife be long,
He can never know defeat.
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #136
Born: December 24, 1866, Vineland, New Jersey.
Died: September 8, 1932, Clifton Springs, New York.
Buried: Clifton Springs, New York.
The biographical account of poetess/hymn-writer Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932) is a story of both heartbreak and triumph. Born on Christmas Eve in the small town of Vineland, New Jersey, she was welcomed by Eldon and Jean Johnson as their greatest earthly gift. Three years later, little Annie would lose her mother, who died as she gave birth to Annie’s baby sister. Mr. Johnson, who himself was suffering from an incurable disease, willed the children to the Flint family who would bring them up in the Baptist faith.
It was during a revival meeting at the age of 8 that the Spirit of God brought Annie… Go to person page >
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