1859, Sa­gi­naw Coun­ty, Mi­chi­gan.


Mrs. Ida M. Budd first opened her eyes in a log ca­bin, in Sa­gi­naw Co[un­ty], Mi­chi­gan, in 1859. When she was three years of age, her par­ents moved to Mil­ford, Mich., where from ear­li­est re­col­lect­ion she drank deep­ly of the na­tur­al beau­ties in which the place and its vi­ci­ni­ty abound­ed; made friends of the trees and their fea­thered de­ni­zens; of the hills, the Hur­on ri­ver and the small creek which flowed past her home to join it; traced pic­tures in the drift­ing clouds and be­came, in­deed, a child of n­ature.

Co-ordinate with her love of na­ture, be­came her love of books. From the time I had my first know­ledge of an in­sti­tu­tion called school, she writes, I felt an ar­dent long­ing to be part of it. In her fifth year she was per­mit­ted to be a vi­sit­or at school, and dur­ing that won­der­ful morn­ing, at that ear­ly age, the an­swer to the per­plex­ing ques­tion con­cern­ing her life-oc­cu­pa­tion was charm­ing­ly un­fold­ed to her—she would be a school teach­er. At ten years she be­gan her stu­dies. At fif­teen, al­though ham­pered by ill health, she re­ceived her first teach­er’s cer­ti­fi­cate.

Her fa­ther’s re­turn from the [Am­er­i­can ci­vil] war in 1865, bring­ing with him his co­py of The Ar­my and Na­vy Hymn Book awak­ened her first in­ter­est in hym­no­lo­gy and she speed­i­ly ob­tained men­tal pos­sess­ion of such trea­sures as Je­sus, Lov­er of My Soul, Rock of Ag­es, etc. sin­gu­lar men­tal food for a child of six years, at which time she first at­tend­ed Sun­day school and be­came the own­er of a song book, Hap­py Voic­es, all her ve­ry own.

As a child she scrib­bled verses, but as years passed she be­came fa­mil­iar with the mas­ter­piec­es of Am­er­i­can po­ets, such as Ev­an­gel­ine, Hi­a­wa­tha, Bit­ter Sweet, and others, which con­vinced her that the mys­tic spir­it which pro­duced them re­sid­ed, in some de­gree, in her own be­ing.

Her first po­em was print­ed in 1881; her se­cond in 1890, in the De­troit Free Press un­der a nom de plume. As a writ­er of verse for child­ren she has few eq­uals, and no su­per­ior, and it gives me plea­sure to know that I com­posed the mu­sic for her first and ma­ny sub­se­quent po­ems of child­hood, some of which have been re­print­ed in for­eign lands.

Her best known hymn, per­haps, is Leav­ing All to Follow Je­sus. John G. Whit­ti­er, with his sim­ple, trust­ing faith in the Ete­rnal Good­ness, has fur­nished much of the in­spir­a­tion for her work, and since her first ac­quaint­ance with his writ­ings he has been her fa­vor­ite poet. The Youth’s Com­pan­ion paid her $20.00 for her poem Re­sur­gam, print­ed in the East­er num­ber for 1904. Her wri­tings in­clude a num­ber of short sto­ries, sketch­es, and mis­cel­la­ne­ous ar­ti­cles. These waifs of mine, she writes, have brought me ma­ny de­light­ful friend­ships and a big ac­count in the bank of hap­py me­mo­ries, and I am led thank­ful­ly to be­lieve that they have al­so, in some in­stanc­es at least, been help­ful to oth­ers.

Charles H. Gab­ri­el
The Sing­ers and Their Songs, 1916

  1. All the Pal­ace Gates Are Open
  2. Are We Will­ing to Walk with Je­sus?
  3. At the Por­tals of Your Heart
  4. Awake, Thou Who Long Hast Been
  5. Beneath a Lof­ty Stack of Hay
  6. Brightly Gleams the Ra­di­ant Ban­ner
  7. By Faith the Wound­ed Christ
  8. Christ Is My Sav­ior
  9. Do We Want to Go to Heav’n?
  10. Eternal Is the Faith­ful Word
  11. Far Away up­on the Moun­tain
  12. Forward, Chri­stian Sol­dier True
  13. Friendship of Je­sus, The
  14. Full Moon Has Hung Her Great Lamp, The
  15. Full Oft Have I Said It That Je­sus Is Mine
  16. Glad All the Day
  17. How Can I Come to the Sav­ior?
  18. I Am Glad the Blest As­sur­ance
  19. I Don’t Know When First I Met
  20. I Heard the Voice of Ma­ny An­gels
  21. I See You, Lit­tle Blo­ssoms
  22. If We Could but Sure­ly Know
  23. If We Could, If We Could Know
  24. In Hea­then Coun­tries Far Away
  25. In the Dawn­ing of the Morn­ing
  26. Jesus the Liv­ing Vine Is
  27. Leaving All to Fol­low Je­sus
  28. Let Not Your Heart Be Trou­bled
  29. Little Feet So Weak and Ten­der
  30. Lord, My Heart Is Weak
  31. My Heart Is Filled with Joy, for Christ My Sav­ior
  32. My Heart Is Filled with Joy To­day
  33. O Christ, My Lord, Thou Art My Life
  34. O Say, Can You See by the Ra­di­ant Light?
  35. O Soul As­tray and Wea­ry with Wan­d’ring?
  36. O Wan­d’rer from the Sav­ior’s Fold
  37. O’er the Track­less Deep
  38. On the High­way of the King
  39. On the Migh­ty Rock of Ag­es
  40. One by One, Earth’s Trea­sures Pe­rish
  41. One Day a Lit­tle Fluf­fy Owl
  42. Out from the Depths to Thee I Cry
  43. Over the Moun­tain Rug­ged and Cheer­less
  44. Sad Hearts, For­get Your Doubts and Fears
  45. Sometime, I Can­not Tell How Soon
  46. Soul, Wake from Thy Sleep­ing
  47. Such a Love­ly Thing Hap­pened One Night
  48. Such a Pret­ty Round Moon
  49. The Lord Has Need of Work­ers
  50. There Will Be Sing­ing and Great Re­joic­ing
  51. There’s a Joy That Con­soles Me
  52. Thou Who Art Lost in the Maz­es of Sin
  53. Tiny Lit­tle Snow­flakes
  54. Toiler in the Har­vest Field
  55. Trust Ye in the Lord Your God
  56. Upon the Rock, the Sol­id Rock
  57. Walking Each Day in the Hea­ven­ly Light
  58. We Are Lit­tle Pil­grims
  59. We Are Lit­tle Tra­vel­ers
  60. We Are Loy­al Chris­tian Sol­diers
  61. We Are March­ing On­ward
  62. What a Fun­ny Lit­tle Noise
  63. When the Cares of Life Are End­ed
  64. When the Sun Is Shin­ing Bright in the Clear
  65. Why Idle Rests the Hand To­day?