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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Violets, Daffodils, Zinnias and Books with I do not ask for earthly store and We speak of the land of the blest

I do not ask for earthly store
Beyond a day’s supply;
I only covet, more and more,
The clear and single eye,
To see my duty face to face,
And trust the Lord for daily grace.

I care not for the empty show
That thoughtless worldlings see;
I crave to do the best I know,
And leave the rest with Thee;-
Well satisfied that sweet reward
Is sure to those who trust the Lord.

Whate’er the crosses mine shall be,
I will not dare to shun;
I only ask to live for Thee,
And that Thy will be done;
Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day,
While pressing on my homeward way.

And when at last, my labor o’er,
I cross the narrow sea,
Grant, Lord, that on the other shore
My soul may dwell with Thee;
And learn what here I cannot know,
Why thou hast ever loved me so.

Chorus
Then shall my heart keep singing
While to the cross I cling;
For rest is sweet at Jesus’ feet,
While homeward faith keeps winging,
While homeward faith keeps winging.

     Rev. J. J. Maxfield

We speak of the land of the blest,
A country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls deck’d with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blessed above,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation and care,
From trials without and within,
But what must it be to be there?

Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare,
Then shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!

Chorus
To be there, to be there,
Oh what must it be to be there?
To be there, to be there,
Oh, what must it be to be there?
                          Mrs. Elizabeth Mills

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Roses in a Glass Vase with I will sing you a song of that beautiful land and In my Father’s house there is many a room

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far way home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll,
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.

Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams,
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me,
Between the fair city and me:
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands:
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands.

Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again:
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.
                             Mrs. Ellen H. Gates

In my Father’s house there is many a room,
And my Lord has gone to prepare
A place for me; O can it be
That I shall be with Him there?

In my Father’s house there is endless day,
With no cloud of sorrow or care,
No tearful eyes, no groans or sighs,
They know who are with Him there.

In my Father’s house there’s no want or woe,
And there can be no more pray’r;
For what beside can God provide,
Since we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there is no more death,
For the life of God we share;
No thought of sin can enter in,
For we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there are blessed saints,
Who His holy image bear;
They find in this their sweetest bliss,
That they may be with Him there.

Chorus
Forever with Jesus there,
Forever with Jesus there;
What grace divine, that He is mine!
And I shall be with Him there.

Rev. Arthur T. Pierson

Monday, April 21, 2014

Wild Lily-of-the-Valley with When we walk with the Lord and Through all the changing scenes of life

When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss,
Not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove
The delights of His love,
Until all on the altar we lay,
For the favor He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Chorus
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
                       Rev. J. H. Sammis
Through all the changing scenes of life,
  In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
  My heart and tongue employ.

The hosts of God encamp around
  The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
  Who make his name their trust.

O make but trial of his love.
  Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
  Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
  Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,
  He’ll make your wants his care.

Tate and Brady

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Oranges, Glassware and Cosmos with He lives and loves, our Saviour King and My God I have found

He lives and loves, our Saviour King;
With joyful lips your tribute bring;
Repeat His praise, exalt His name;
Whose grace and truth are still the same.

His Hand is strong, His word endures,
His sacrifice our peace secures;
From sin and death He doth redeem,
His changeless love be all our theme.

Each day reveals His constant love,
With “mercies new” from heav’n above;
Thro’ ages past His word has stood;
Oh taste and see that He is good.

Chorus
His mercy flows, an endless stream,
To all eternity the same;
To all eternity, to all eternity,
To all eternity the same.
                       J. H. Johnston
My God I have found
The thrice blessed ground,
Where life, and where joy, and true comfort abound.

‘Tis found in the blood
Of Him who once stood
My refuge and safety, my surety with God.

He bore on the tree
The sentence for me,
And now both the surety and sinner are free.

And though here below
‘Mid sorrow and woe,
My place is in heaven with Jesus I know.

And this I shall find
For such is His mind,
“He’ll not be in glory and leave me behind.”

Chorus
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Revive us again.

Rev. John Gambold

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