Roses in White Crock with Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother and Day by day the manna fell

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Houses and acres so broad?
No title to mansions of glory eternal,
And none to the city of God?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Friendships to share and to make?
And know not the friendship of Jesus, the Savior,
Of Jesus who died for thy sake?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Earthly ambition and fame?
If Christ in the life book of glory eternal,
Had never recorded thy name?

Chorus
What shall it profit thee then?
Tho’ the whole world be thine own.
When the death angel has called for thy spirit,
And mercy forever has flown.

M. P. Ferguson

Day by day the manna fell;
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

“Day by day” the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of today.

Lord, my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.

Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father’s will. Amen

Josiah Conder

Blue, Green, and Orange with “But for a moment”-this valley of sorrows and Some day ‘twill all be over

“But for a moment”-this valley of sorrows,
Darken’d with shadows and heavy with sighs:
Bright dawns the morrow, the glorious morrow!
Faint not!  The sun shall with healing rise!

“Far more exceeding” the heavenly glory-
Sufferings here with it cannot compare.
Glory eternal the guerdon for anguish-
Radiant crowns, for the thorns, over there!

Temporal things like a vapor shall vanish,
Higher than earth lies the land of our choice.
Upward we press to the kingdom eternal;
Jesus, our King, we behold and rejoice!

Refrain
“But for a moment!” Only a moment!
Light our affliction-’twill soon pass away;
“But for a moment!” “Only a moment!”
Then comes the glory, forever and aye!

Adelaide A. Pollard
Some day ‘twill all be over -
The toil and cares of life;
Some day the world be vanquish’d
With all this mortal strife;
Some day, the journey ended,
I’ll lay my burden down;
Some day, in realms supernal
Receive, at last, my crown.

Some day I’ll see the mansions
Of heaven’s city fair;
Some day I’ll greet with pleasure,
The dear ones waiting there;
Some day I’ll hear the voices
Of God’s angelic throng;
Some day I’ll join the chorus
In heaven’s immortal song.

Some day I’ll see the Savior,
And know Him, face to face;
Some day receive, unmeasured,
The blessings of His grace;
Some day He’ll smile upon me
From that white throne above;
Some day I’ll know the fullness
Of His undying love.

Chorus
Some day, some happy day,
The Lord will wipe all tears away,
And I shall go to dwell with Him,
To dwell with Him some happy day.

Dr. Victor M. Staley
And I shall go to dwell with Him,
To dwell with Him some happy day.

Dr. Victor M. Staley

Glads with Far out on the desolate billow and O child of God, wait patiently

Far out on the desolate billow,
The sailor sails the sea;
Alone with the night and the tempest,
Where countless dangers be.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Far down in the earth’s dark bosom,
The miner mines the ore;
Death lurks in the dark behind him,
And hides in the rock before.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Forth, into the dreadful battle,
The steadfast soldier goes;
No friend where he lies a dying,
His eyes to tenderly close.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Lord, grant as we sail life’s ocean,
Or delve in its mines of woe;
Or fight in its terrible conflict,
This comfort all to know.
Chorus
That, never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

R. W. Raymond

O child of God, wait patiently
When dark thy path may be,
And let thy faith lean trustingly
On Him who cares for thee;
And though the clouds hang drearily
Upon the brow of night,
Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, He loveth thee,
And thou art all His own;
With gentle hand He leadeth thee,
Thou dost not walk alone;
And though thou watchest wearily
The long and stormy night,
Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, how peacefully
He calms thy fears to rest,
And draws thee upward tenderly,
Where dwell the pure and blest;
And He who bendeth silently
Above the gloom of night,
Will take thee home where endless joy
Shall fill thy soul with light.

F. J. Crosby

Front Stage Roses with I will not go where I cannot take Jesus and We lift our songs to Thee

I will not go where I cannot take Jesus,
Jesus my Savior, my friend and Guide,
For I should tremble to feel for one moment
That He was absent from my side.

I will not do what I know would grieve Jesus,
How could I spurn such a Friend as He?
No!  for a lifetime of tend’rest devotion
Cannot repay His love to me.

I’ll not believe what I cannot tell Jesus,
Nor will I think upon things untrue;
For in the light or the darkness He surely
Knoweth all things we think or do.

I’ll do whatever I know will please Jesus,
I will be faithful in ev’rything;
Yes, by the help and the grace that He gives me,
I will be loyal to my King.

Chorus
Stay with me, Savior, keep me I pray;
Never a moment let me stray,
Help me more often Thy love to remember,
That I may live closer, closer to Thee.

Chas. H. Gabriel

We lift our songs to Thee,
Our Saviour and our guide;
O make us from our burdens free,
And keep us near Thy side.

We lift our pray’ers to Thee,
Who only heareth pray’r;
They who on earth do thus agree,
Shall find Thy blessing there.

We lift our faith to Thee,
Increased by grace divine;
Help us, O Lord, Thy footsteps see,
And on Thy help recline.

We lift our all to Thee,
For all things, Lord, are Thine;
Take us, and all we have, and see
Thy likeness in us shine.

N. J. Squires

Shrub Blossoms with When the foe is pressing hard and Fear not! God is thy shield

When the foe is pressing hard,
Jesus, hold me fast;
When he would my zeal retard,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When the way is rough and steep,
Jesus, hold me fast;
Heaven’s path I fain would keep,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When my footsteps falter here,
Jesus, hold me fast;
I must have my Savior near,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When my heart with sorrow breaks,
Jesus, hold me fast;
When my loved ones cold death takes,
Jesus, hold me fast.

Chorus
Jesus, hold me fast,
Jesus, hold me fast;
By Thy love and righteousness,
Jesus, hold me fast.

French E. Oliver
Fear not! God is thy shield,
And He thy great reward;
His might has won the field:
Thy strength is in the Lord!

Fear not! for God has heard
The cry of thy distress;
The water of His word
Thy fainting soul shall bless.

Fear not! be not dismayed!
He evermore will be
With thee, to give His aid,
And He will strengthen thee.

Fear not! ye little flock;
Your Shepherd soon will come,
Give water from the rock,
And bring you to His home!

Refrain
Fear not!  ‘tis God’s own voice
That speaks to thee this word;
Lift up your head:  rejoice
In Jesus Christ thy Lord!

     E. G. Taylor

Sunset with No sorrow yonder, and no more of pain and and Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart

No sorrow yonder, and no more of pain,
In that blest City-never more again,
Shall death and crying, tears and suffering,
Harass the soul with anguish, Christ is King!

No sadness yonder, and no dol’rous days,
No sea of trouble, and no woful ways,
No tiresome waiting for the storm to cease;
“The valley of the shadow” leads to peace!

No reign of terror, and no silent grief,
No more temptation, and no withered leaf,
No cheerless fireside, and no love bereft,
For in the Rock of Ages is a cleft!

No absent loved ones-worthy of a place-
Where saints and angels see His blessed face,
But sweet reunion, blithe felicity;
Rejoicing in the cross of Calvary.

Chorus
No sorrow yonder, all mourning done,
No more heart wounding-Heaven won!

French E. Oliver

Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart;
If doubts and fears o’ertake thee,
Remember this-the Lord hath said,
He never will forsake thee;
Then murmur not, still bear thy lot,
Nor yield to care or sorrow;
Be sure the clouds that frown today
Will break in smiles tomorrow.

Hope on, hope on, though dark and deep
The shadows gather o’er thee;
Be not dismayed; thy Saviour holds
The Lamp of life before thee;
And if He will that thou today
Shouldst tread the vale of sorrow,
Be not afraid, but trust and wait;
The sun will shine tomorrow.

Hope on, hope on, go bravely forth
Through trial and temptation,
Directed by the word of truth,
So full of consolation;
There is a calm for ev’ry storm,
A joy for ev’ry sorrow,
A night from which the soul shall wake
To hail an endless morrow.

Robert Bruce

Flowers in Tin Vase and City Garden with “God bless you!” from the heart we sing and Sweet is the promise “I will not forget thee;”

“God bless you!” from the heart we sing,
God give to ev’ry one His grace,
Till He on high His ransomed bring
To dwell with Him in endless peace.

God bless you on your pilgrim way,
Thro’ storm and sunshine guiding still;
His presence guard you day by day,
And keep you safe from ev’ry ill.

God bless you in this world of strife,
When oft the soul would homeward fly,
And give the sweetness to your life,
Of waiting for the rest on high.

God bless you, and the patience give
To walk thro’ life by Jesus’ side;
For Him to bear, for Him to live,
And then with Him be glorified.

God bless us all, and give us rest
When Christ shall come and glory dawn;
Our sun is swinging toward the west,
Life’s little day will soon be gone.

Chorus
God bless you!  God bless you!
Bless and keep us all in Jesus’ love,
And, when our partings here are over,
Take us to the joys above.

    El. Nathan


Sweet is the promise “I will not forget thee;”
Nothing can molest or turn my soul away;
E’en tho’ the night be dark within the valley,
Just beyond is shining an eternal day.

Trusting the promise “I will not forget thee;”
Onward will I go with songs of joy and love,
Tho’ earth despise me, tho’ my friends forsake me,
I shall be remembered in my home above.

When at the golden portals I am standing,
All my tribulations, all my sorrows past,
How sweet to hear the blessed proclamation
“Enter, faithful servant, welcome home at last.”

Chorus
I will not forget thee or leave thee,
In my hands I’ll hold thee, in my arms I’ll fold thee,
I will not forget thee or leave thee,
I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee.

Charles H. Gabriel