Roses, Grapes and All hail the power of Jesus’ name!

All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all;
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

E. Perronet

White, Yellow and Ask ye what great thing I know

Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

What is faith’s foundation strong!
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God,
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Who defeats my fiercest foes?
Who consoles my saddest woes?
Who revives my fainting heart,
Healing all its hidden smart?
Jesus, Christ, the Crucified.

Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on His right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in Him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Johann Schwedler Translated by Benjamin Kennedy

JANUARY 12, 2010:

I originally incorrectly posted a Rev. J. S. B. Monsell as
being the author of the above poem.

Please read the following comment by Robert. I'm truly
sorry for misleading any individuals who have read the above
poem. The hymnal I used as a reference was wrong.

My Mother's Mirror, Peonies and All praise to Him who reigns above

All praise to Him who reigns above,
In majesty supreme;
Who gave his Son for man to die,
That he might man redeem.

His name above all names shall stand,
Exalted more and more,
At God the Father’s own right hand,
Where angel hosts adore.

Redeemer, Savior, Friend of man,
Once ruined by the fall,
Thou hast devised salvation’s plan,
For thou hast died for all.

His name shall be the Counsellor,
The mighty Prince of Peace,
Of all earth’s kingdoms conqueror,
Whose reign shall never cease,

The ransomed hosts to thee shall bring
Their praise and homage meet;
With rapturous awe adore their King,
And worship at his feet.

Then shall we know as we are known,
And in that world above
Forever sing around the throne
His everlasting love.

Chorus:
Blessed be the name, blessed be the name,
Blessed be the name of the Lord;
Blessed be the name, blessed be the name,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

W. H. Clark

Second Hand Roses and God moves in a mysterious way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessing on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

William Cowper

Irises and Poppies and then Our way is often rugged

Our way is often rugged
While here on earth we roam,
And thorns are in the pathway;
But we are going home.

To Marah’s bitter waters
We oft have murm’ring come,
But God the cup has sweetened;
And so we’re going home.

When of the desert weary,
Our God, His grace has shown
By resting us at Elim,
With sweet foretastes of home.

With hunger often fainting,
We’ve made complaining moan;
But, fed by heavenly manna,
We still are going home.

Some stand to-day on Nebo,
The journey nearly done,
And some are in the valley;
But all are going home.

Chorus:
We’re going, going,
Yes, we are going home;
We soon shall cross the river,
And be with Christ at home.

El. Nathan

Hat, Handkerchief and Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him

Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him;
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

Jesus is the name that charms us;
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us,
When we trust in Him.

Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever;
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.

Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys in heaven.

Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be;
Things which are not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own.

T. Kelly

Old Bible with Antique Vase and Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace

Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace
Our path when we wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heav’nly grace,
Brook by the trav’ler’s way.

Bread of our souls, whereon we feed;
True manna from on high;
Our guide and chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.

Word of the ever-living God,
Will of his glorious Son:-
Without thee, how could earth be trod,
Or heaven itself be won?

Yet to unfold thy hidden worth,
Thy mysteries to reveal,
That Spirit which first gave thee forth
Thy volume must unseal.

And we, if we aright would learn
The wisdom it imparts,
Must to its heavenly teaching turn
With simple, childlike hearts.

Bernard Barton

Sunflowers, Zinnias and How precious is the book divine

How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to heaven.

O’er all the strait and narrow way
Its radiant beams are cast;
A light whose never-weary ray
Grows brightest at the last.

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts,
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

This lamp, through all the tedious night
Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

John Fawcett

Assorted Summer Blooms and My spirit on Thy care

My spirit on Thy care,
Blest Saviour, I recline;
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
For Thou art love divine.

In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;
I know Thee good, I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

Whate’er events betide,
Thy will they all perform:
Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.

Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me;
Secure in having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee. Amen

Henry F. Lyte

A Wedding Bouquet and I have a Friend so precious

I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with a tender love,
He loves so faithfully,
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh,
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love,
In ever rich supply,
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.

I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try;
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
A loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die;
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.

Mrs. L. Shorey

Antique Iris and Life wears a different face to me

Life wears a different face to me,
Since I found my Savior;
Rich mercy at the cross I see,
My dying, living Savior.

He sought me in His wondrous love,
So I found my Savior,
He brought salvation from above,
My dear, almighty Savior.

The passing clouds may intervene,
Since I found my Savior,
But He is with me, though unseen,
My ever present Savior.

A strong hand kindly holds my own,
Since I found my Savior,
It leads me onward to the throne,
O there I’ll see my Savior.

Chorus:

Golden sunbeams ‘round me play,
Jesus turns my night to day,
Heaven seems not far away,
Since I found my Savior.

E. E. Hewitt

Not Quite Wedding Roses and God is love; his mercy brightens

God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love.

Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.

E’en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth;
God is wisdom, God is love.

He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere his glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.

Sir John Bowring

Roses for My Husband and O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee.

What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to thee.

Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Still whispers, “Cling to me!”

Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to thee.


Charlotte Elliott

Geraniums Standing in the Pink and Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather

Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather,

When the sad heart is weary and distressed,

Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,

Come unto me, and I will give you rest.

Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,

Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;

Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,

Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.

There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,

Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;

Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,

Come unto me, and I will give you rest.

Catherine H. Esling

Iron Fence and Hat and In heavenly love abiding

In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.

Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.

Anna L. Waring

Tulips in a Glass Basket and I worship thee, most gracious God

I worship thee, most gracious God,

And all thy ways adore;

And every day I live, I seem

To love thee more and more.

When obstacles and trials seem

Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

I have no cares, O blessed Will,

For all my cares are thine;

I live in triumph, Lord, for thou

Hast made thy triumphs mine.

He always wins who sides with God,

To him no chance is lost;

God’s will is sweetest to him when

It triumphs at his cost.

Ill that he blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,

If it be his sweet will.

Frederick W. Faber

Morning Glory Blues and Whate’er my God ordains is right

Whate’er my God ordains is right;

His will is ever just;

Howe’er he orders now my cause,

I will be still and trust.

He is my God;

Though dark my road,

He holds me that I shall not fall,

Wherefore to him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right;

He never will deceive;

He leads me by the proper path,

And so to him I cleave,

And take content

What he hath sent;

His hand can turn my griefs away,

And patiently I wait his day.

Whate’er my God ordains is right;

Though I the cup must drink

That bitter seems to my faint heart,

I will not fear nor shrink;

Tears pass away

With dawn of day;

Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,

And pain and sorrow all depart.

Whate’er my God ordains is right;
My light, my life is he,

Who cannot will me aught but good;

I trust him utterly;

For well I know,

In joy or woe,

We soon shall see, as sunlight clear,

How faithful was our guardian here.

Whate’er my God ordains is right;

Here will I take my stand,

Though sorrow, need, or death make earth

For me a desert land.

My Father’s care

Is round me there,

He holds me that I shall not fall;

And so to him I leave it all.

Samuel Rodigast Tr. by Catherine Winkworth

Fresh Zinnias, Old Books and We speak of the land of the blest

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

Roses In a Glass and In my Father’s house there is many a room

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

Lily-of-the-Valley and Through all the changing scenes of life

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

Chicory and The day is gently sinking to a close

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

Wild Roses and My song shall be of Jesus

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

Daylilies and I know not the hour when my Lord will come

1.
I know not the hour when my Lord will come
To take me away to His own dear home;
But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
And that will be glory for me.

Chorus:
And that will be glory for me,
Oh, that will be glory for me.
But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
And that will be glory for me.

2.
I know not the song that the angels sing,
I know not the sound of the harps’ glad ring;
But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.

Chorus:
And that will be music for me,
Oh, that will be music for me.
But I know that there‘ll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.

3.
I know not the form of my mansion fair,
I know not the name that I then shall bear;
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
And that will be heaven for me.

Chorus:
And that will be heaven for me,
Oh, that will be heaven for me.
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
And that will be heaven for me.

P. P. Bliss

Cosmos and All the way my Saviour leads me

All the way my Saviour leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who thro’ life has been my guide?
Heaven’ly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Saviour leads me;
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread;
Tho’ my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Saviour leads me;
Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above;
When my spirit, cloth’d immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages-
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song thro’ endless ages-
Jesus led me all the way.

Fanny J. Crosby