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May 12, 2019 (Sunday)
“The text of ‘Open My Eyes’ was written in 1895 shortly before the author’s untimely death in an accident. Each stanza reveals an increasing receptiveness to the ‘Spirit divine.’ Open eyes lead to ‘glimpses of truth.’ Open ears lead to ‘voices of truth.’ An open mouth leads to sharing the ‘warm truth everywhere.’ An open heart leads to sharing ‘love to thy children.’ ” (C. Michael Hawn).
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Open My Eyes, Ears, Mind, Heart and Mouth
May 12, 2019 (Sunday)“The text of ‘Open My Eyes’ was written in 1895 shortly before the author’s untimely death in an accident. Each stanza reveals an increasing receptiveness to the ‘Spirit divine.’ Open eyes lead to ‘glimpses of truth.’ Open ears lead to ‘voices of truth.’ An open mouth leads to sharing the ‘warm truth everywhere.’ An open heart leads to sharing ‘love to thy children.’ ” (C. Michael Hawn).
Open My Eyes, That I May See
Clara H. Scott,
1895
Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my ears, that I may hear
Voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
And while the wave notes fall on my ear,
Everything false will disappear.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my ears, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my mind, that I may read
More of Thy love in word and deed;
What shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead?
Only for light from Thee I plead.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my mind, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my mouth, and let me bear,
Gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my heart, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
The gentle 6/8 meter of Scott’s music provides a subtle sense of dancing in tune with the Spirit as we learn to see, hear and speak the truth from our hearts.
Clara H. Fiske was born in Elk Grove, Illinois in 1841. After study at the Music Institute in Chicago she taught music at the Ladies Seminary in Lyons, Iowa. In 1861 she married Henry Clay Scott. As a composer she was encouraged by Horatio Parker who published a number of her works. In 1882 she published the Royal Anthem Book, believed to be the first anthem book ever published by a woman. She died in 1897 after being thrown from her buggy by a runaway horse.
Clara H. Scott,
1895
Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my ears, that I may hear
Voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
And while the wave notes fall on my ear,
Everything false will disappear.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my ears, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my mind, that I may read
More of Thy love in word and deed;
What shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead?
Only for light from Thee I plead.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my mind, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
Open my mouth, and let me bear,
Gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see,
Open my heart, illumine me,
Spirit divine!
The gentle 6/8 meter of Scott’s music provides a subtle sense of dancing in tune with the Spirit as we learn to see, hear and speak the truth from our hearts.
Clara H. Fiske was born in Elk Grove, Illinois in 1841. After study at the Music Institute in Chicago she taught music at the Ladies Seminary in Lyons, Iowa. In 1861 she married Henry Clay Scott. As a composer she was encouraged by Horatio Parker who published a number of her works. In 1882 she published the Royal Anthem Book, believed to be the first anthem book ever published by a woman. She died in 1897 after being thrown from her buggy by a runaway horse.