Blott en dag ett ögonblick i sänder ( Day by Day )

[ In English; Day by day
] [ Pietisten 2000 ] [ Lina Sandell hemsida ny 02.07.02 ]

Fröderyd är starkt förknippat med Lina Sandell. Carolina ( Lina ) Wilhelmina Sandell (född 1832 i Fröderyd död 1903 i Stockholm) var barn på 1840-talet. Dotter till prosten i Fröderyd, Jonas Sandell. Jonas Sandell var förövrigt vigselförrättare då min anfader Johan Johannesson i Hökhult gifte sig med Maja Stina Carldotter 1845. Som tonåring skrev Lina Sandell poesi och prosaberättelser. Hon är en av våra stora psalmförfattare. Med en produktion av 1700 dikter, 144 böcker och som redaktör för flera tidskrifter har hon blivit älskad av många, inte bara i Sverige utan även utanför vårt lands gränser, en kopia av Lina Sadellstayn finns t ex i North Park Collegie i Chicago.

Många har lärt sig älska sången "Blott en dag ett ögonblick i sänder". Sin första tonsatta sång skrev hon vid 17 års ålder, 1849, som fick titeln "Trygghet", vilken publicerades 1855, då omarbetad med titeln "Guds barns trygghet", mer känd som "Tryggare kan ingen vara". Sången "Blott en dag" trycktes första gången 1866 i Korsblomman vars första vers hade följande lydelse enligt texten till vänster. Sången tonsattes 1872 av Oscar Ahnfeldt och fick då den lydelse som framgår av höger version ( med modern stavning ).  

En dag, ett ögonblick i sender,
Hvad tröst ehvad som kommer på!
Allt hvilar uti Herrens händer,
Hvi skulle jag väl ängslas då?
Han, som har mer än ett modershjerta,
Han gifver ju för varje dag
Dess lilla del af fröjd och smärta
Af möda eller behag
Blott en dag, ett ögonblick i sänder,
vilken tröst, vad än som kommer på!
Allt ju vilar i min faders händer,
skulle jag, som barn väl ängslas då?
Han som bär för mig ett fadershjärta.
han ju ger åt varje nyfödd dag
dess beskärda del av fröjd och smärta,
möda, vila och behag.


Day by day first verse ( Lina Sandell ) [ Lina Sandell web site ]  [ Listen to the "Day by day" here>>> ]

Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father´s wise bestowment,
I´ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day ehat he deems best-
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Transumt "Pietisten" Spring 2000, number 2

by G.V. Wiberg

One of the magic moments of our Scandinavian Holiday last summer—a tour of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden led by Eloise and Leroy Nelson—was a visit to Fröderyd, a small, rural com-munity located in the deep forests of Småland and the birthplace of Lina Sandell. Most magic moments are unplanned, full of surprise, and always more than we could ever imagine. Few of us were prepared for the warm reception given us by our host, Nils Liedholm, or by the women of this Lutheran parish. Places at tables with fresh flowers and lovely china were set for the thirty-five American guests. Our host, Nils, in the best English he could muster, earnestly told us the story of Lina Sandell (1832-1903). Then we were served coffee, freshly-baked rolls, and cookies by our hostess, Gun Lanka.

After coffee, we visited Sandell’s childhood home which was the parsonage of her father, Jonas Sandell, the much-loved pastor of the parish. Each room in the home spoke of piety and simplicity. Behind the parsonage was the 250-year-old ash tree under which she composed many of her hymns and poems. Nils Liedholm indicated that a recent discovery of her hymns brings the total to some 2,500! In our present hymnal we have 11 hymns by Lina Sandell. Perhaps the most frequently sung are "Children of the Heavenly Father," "Day by Day and With Each Passing Moment," "Thy Holy Wings Dear Savior," "Great Hills May Tremble," and "Thou Tender, Gracious Father."

But the magic moment occurred when we crossed the country road to enter the impressive parish church—now restored after a devastating fire some years ago. It was inevitable, before leaving, that we should sing her most-loved hymn: "Children of the Heavenly Father." In the balcony, Marlyce Peterson played the organ and I sat at the piano below as 35 American voices joined in singing the first verse in Swedish and the rest in English. There were few dry eyes as we left the sanctuary that morning.

A light rain was falling. But before leaving for the bus, I needed to search out the final resting place in the church yard of Lina’s father, Jonas Sandell. Lina, at 26 years of age, was accompanying her father on a boat trip across Lake Vättern when, while he was standing by the railing, the boat gave a sudden lurch that threw him overboard into a watery grave. This tragedy brought deep and continuing grief to Lina but it also gave us some of her greatest and most popular hymns. When I found the small, black monolith bearing his name with the momentous death date of 1858, I knelt in thanksgiving to God for what Jonas and his wife Fredrica had given to the world in their daughter, Carolina Wilhelmina.

Beyond the personal and private moments of reflection, our visit must have been newsworthy in the small community of Fröderyd inasmuch as a reporter from the local newspaper, Vetlanda Posten, was sent to cover the event. The reporter interviewed several in the group, especially those whose forbears had come from Småland. Later Eloise sent us a copy of the issue of June 29, 1999. In it were a picture of the group, a rather lengthy description of those interviewed by the reporter, and an account of the singing of the first verse of "Tryggare kan ingen vara." The reporter wrote that we sang in "klingande Svenska" (literally, ringing Swedish). Our hostess, Gun Lanka, said that our visit would go down in her daybook as the highlight of her summer. And for us—a magic moment indeed!