June 28, 1851, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
April 24, 1920, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Woodlands Cemetery, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Lidie H. Edmunds.
Eliza was the daughter of James S. Hewitt and Zeruiah Edmunds, and cousin of hymnist Edgar Stites.
After graduating from school, she began teaching, but her career was cut short by a serious spinal problem. She partially recovered, but was an invalid most of her life. She then turned to hymn writing.
Eliza lived all her life in Philadelphia, where she was Sunday School superintendent at the Northern Home for Friendless Children, and later at the Calvin Presbyterian Church. She was also a regular contributor to Sunday-School Helps.
Eliza wrote this tribute to Fanny Crosby in 1905:
The friends are forming a garland,
Fragrant and lovely and sweet,
The roses and lilacs of friendship,
To lay at our loved one’s feet.
And while the fair chaplet they’re twining,
May I bring a little flower,
A forget-me-not, meek and lowly;
To add to the joys of the hour?
This love-wreath is for our dear
Whose heart is so young and so true,
No wonder her songs, freely gushing,
Are as fresh as the morning dew!
They sparkle with Spring’s happy sunshine,
They ripple like streams of delight,
They flow from the rocks of the mountain,
They touch us with love’s tender might.
Because she sings of her Saviour,
And His spirit tunes her lyre,
Her work shall go on forever,
And she has been called up higher.
So we’ll gather round our
With smiles and greetings sincere;
May she have just the sweetest birthday
She has had for many a year.
Then we’ll all be happy with her,
And thank the dear Lord above,
For sending us one of His angels
To sing to us of His love.
O friend beloved, with joy again
We hail thy natal day,
Which brings you one year nearer home,
Rejoicing on the way.
How fast the years are rolling on—
We cannot stay their flight;
The summer sun is going down,
And soon will come the night.
But you, dear friend, need fear no ill,
Your path shines bright and clear;
You know the Way, the Truth, the Life,
To you He’s ever near.
And when you pass from time away
To meet your Lord and King,
In heaven you’ll meet ten thousand souls,
That you have taught to sing.
A few more years to sing the song
Of our Redeemer’s love;
Then by His grace both you and I
Shall sing His praise above.
Go Out in the Highway,the Dear Master Said
The Wings of the MorningMy Spirit Uplift
Peace,Said the Master
Heaven in the Heart