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