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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Rose and Bud with Encamped along the hills of ligh and Come, my soul, thy suit prepare

Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise,
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies;
Against the foe in vales below,
Let all our strength be hurled;
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love,
Our sword the word of God;
We tread the road the saints above
With shouts of triumph trod;
By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,
Swept on o’er ev’ry field;
The faith by which they conquered Death
Is still our shining shield.

On ev’ry hand the foe we find
Drawn up in dread array;
Let tents of ease be left behind,
And onward to the fray;
Salvation’s helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread,
And echo with our shout.

To him that overcomes the foe,
White raiment shall be giv’n;
Before the angels he shall know
His name confessed in heav’n;
Then onward from the hills of light,
Our hearts with love aflame;
We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night,
In Jesus’ conqu’ring name.

Chorus
Faith is the victory!
Faith is the victory!
Oh, glorious victory,
That overcomes the world.
                       John H. Yates
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer,
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee, nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring,
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast,
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

Rev. John Newton

Friday, April 18, 2014

Dried Daffodils with I will sing the wondrous story and O crown of rejoicing that’s waiting for me

I will sing the wondrous story,
Of the Christ who died for me,
How He left His home in glory,
For the cross on Calvary.

I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.

I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall,
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.

Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s paths I often tread,
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I’m safely led.

He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

Chorus
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
                        F. H. Rowley  


O crown of rejoicing that’s waiting for me,
When finished my course, and when Jesus I see,
And when from my Lord comes the sweet sounding word:
“Receive faithful servant, the joy of thy Lord.”

O wonderful song that in glory I’ll sing,
To Him who redeemed me to Jesus my King;
All glory and honor to Him shall be given,
And praises unceasing forever in heaven.

O joy everlasting when heaven is won,
Forever in glory to shine as the sun;
No sorrow nor sighing-these all flee away,
No night there, no shadows-’tis one endless day.

O wonderful name which the glorified bear,
The new name which Jesus bestows on us there;
To him that o’ercometh ‘twill only be given,
Blest sign of approval, our welcome to heaven.

Chorus
O crown of rejoicing, O wonderful song;
O joy everlasting, O glorified throng;
O beautiful home, my home can it be?
O glory reserved for me!

Rev. J. B. Atchinson

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Sunflower, Dish, and Wood with When my lifework is ended, and I cross the swelling tide and My hope is built on nothing less

When my lifework is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

Oh, the soul-thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace,
That prepares for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.

Thro’ the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears shall ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.

Chorus
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
As redeem’d by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him
By the print of the nails in His hand.
                      Fanny J. Crosby
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O, may I then in Him be found;
Drest in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!

Chorus
On Christ, the Solid Rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

Rev. Edward Mote

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Chicory with There is never a day so dreary and The day is gently sinking to a close

There is never a day so dreary,
But God can make it bright;
And unto the soul that trusts Him,
He giveth songs in the night.
There is never a path so hidden,
But God will lead the way,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray.

There is never a cross so heavy,
But the nail-scar’d hands are there,
Outstretched in tender compassion,
The burden to help us bear.
There is never a heart so broken,
But the loving Lord can heal;
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for His loved ones feel,
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for his loved ones feel.

There is never a life so darken’d,
So hopeless and unblest,
But may be fill’d with the light of God,
And enter His promised rest.
There is never a sin or sorrow,
There is never a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross.
                          Lilla M. Alexander
The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows.
O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory,
Thou Eternal Light of Light, be with us now.
Where Thou art present darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.

Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend.
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide,
Be Thou our light in death’s dark eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.

Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succours fail.
When all is dark may we behold Thee nigh,
And hear Thy voice: “Fear not, for it is I.”

The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
In that last sunset when the stars shall fall,
May we arise awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide
In that blest day which has no eventide.  Amen

Christopher Wordsworth

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Peonies with O church of Christ! behold at last and I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice

O church of Christ! behold at last
The promised sign appear-
The gospel preached in all the world;
And lo! the King draws near.

With girded loins, make haste, make haste,
Thy witness to complete;
That Christ may take His throne and bring
All nations to His feet.

And Thou, O Israel, long in dust,
Arise! and come away:
See how the Sun of Righteousness
Sheds forth the beams of day.

The scatter’d sons are gath’ring home,
The fig tree buds again;
A little while, and David’s Son
On David’s throne shall reign.

Then sing aloud, O Pilgrim church,
Brief conflict yet remains,
And then Immanuel descends
To bind thy foe in chains.

Chorus
He shall reign from sea to sea,
When He girds on His conqu’ring sword;
All the ends of the earth shall see
The salvation of our God.
                      A. J. Gordon, D. D.

I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in pray’r, and with Thee my God,
I commune as friend with friend.

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Fanny J. Crosby

Monday, April 14, 2014

Like Wallpaper with Some day the silver cord will break and All my doubts I give to Jesus

Some day the silver cord will break,
And I no more as now shall sing;
But, O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King!

Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be,
But this I know-my All in All
Has now a place in heav’n for me.

Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west,
My blessed Lord shall say, “Well done!”
And I shall enter into rest.

Some day; till then I’ll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimm’d and burning bright,
That when my Saviour ope’s the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.

Chorus
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story-Saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story-Saved by grace.
                       F. J. Crosby

All my doubts I give to Jesus!
I’ve His gracious promise heard-
“I shall never be confounded”-
I am trusting in that word.

All my sin I lay on Jesus!
He doth wash me in His blood:
He will keep me pure and holy,
He will bring me home to God.

All my fears I give to Jesus!
Rests my weary soul on Him;
Tho’ my way be hid in darkness,
Never can His light grow dim.

All my joys I give to Jesus!
He is all I want of bliss:
He of all the worlds is Master-
He has all I need in this.

All I am I give to Jesus!
All my body, all my soul,
All I have, and all I hope for,
While eternal ages roll.

Chorus
I am trusting, fully trusting,
Sweetly trusting in His word;
I am trusting, fully trusting,
Sweetly trusting in His word.

J. C. Morgan

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Wild Roses with A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow and My song shall be of Jesus

A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow;
A great glad hope which faith can ever borrow
To gild the passing day with the glory of the morrow,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A star in the sky, a beacon bright to guide us;
An anchor sure to hold when storms betide us;
A refuge for the soul, where in quiet we may hide us,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A call of command, like trumpet clearly sounding,
To make us bold when evil is surrounding;
To stir the sluggish heart, and to keep in good abounding,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A word from the One to all our hearts the dearest,
A parting word to make Him aye the nearest;
Of all His precious words, the sweetest, brightest, clearest,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

Chorus

Blessed hope, blessed hope,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord;
How the aching heart it cheers,
How it glistens thro’ our tears,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord.
                               D. W. Whittle

My song shall be of Jesus,
His mercy crowns my days,
He fills my cup with blessings,
And tunes my heart to praise;
My song shall be of Jesus,
The precious Lamb of God,
Who gave Himself my ransom,
And bought me with His blood.

My song shall be of Jesus,
When, sitting at His feet,
I call to mind His goodness,
In meditation sweet;
My song shall be of Jesus,
Whatever ill betide;
I’ll sing the grace that saves me,
And keeps me at His side.

My song shall be of Jesus,
While pressing on my way
To reach the blissful region
Of pure and perfect day.
And when my soul shall enter
The gate of Eden fair,
A song of praise to Jesus
I’ll sing forever there.

Mrs. Van Alstyne