The Lily of the Valley was written by Charles William Fry United Kingdom 1837-1882. Born at Alderbury, Wiltshire, England, he was a bricklayer by trade, and was ultimately a successful building contractor, but also, like his father, a versatile musician, playing the violin, cello, piano, cornet, and harmonium. He lead and orchestra and band at the Wesleyan chapel in Alderbury. A Methodist, he also helped the Christian Mission in Salisbury. When he witnessed the abuse heralded against the Salvation Army when they established their ministry in 1878, he offered to serve as bodyguard for the Salvation Army workers. The next day Fry and his three sons showed up with their weapons, consisting of two cornets, a trombone, and a small tuba, which they played, in between fighting off the trouble-makers. Their music attracted a crowd for the preachers. Thus the first Salvation Army brass band was formed, and his family band accompanied Salvation Army founder, William Booth, in evangelism campaigns. Other musicians soon accompanied the Salvation Army band, and then, when William Booth saw how effective band music was, encouraged formation of other Salvation Army bands. Fry died at Glasgow, Scotland, the year after writing his hymn.
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Lyrics:
I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to meHe's the fairest of ten thousand to my soulThe lily of the valley and in Him alone I seeAll I need to cleanse and make me fully whole
In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stayHe tells me every care on Him to rollHe's the lily of the valley, He's the bright and morning starHe's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul
He all my grief has taken and all my sorrows borneIn temptation, He's my strong and mighty towerI have all for Him forsaken and all my idols tornFrom my heart and now I know He'll keep me by His power
Though all the world forsake me and old Satan he tempts me soreThrough Jesus I shall safely reach that goalHe's the lily of the valley, He's the bright and morning starHe's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul
He will never never leave me nor yet forsake me hereWhile I live by faith and do His blessed willIt's a wall of fire about me, but I've nothing now to fearWith His manna He my hungry soul is gonna fill
Then I'll go sweeping up to Glory to see His blessed faceWhere rivers of delight shall ever rollHe's the lily of the valley, He's the bright and morning starHe's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul
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