Fog and When the mists have rolled in splendor

When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight fall in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.

Oft we tread the path before us
With a weary burden’d heart;
Oft we toil amidst the shadows,
And our fields are far apart:
But the Savior’s “Come, ye blessed”
All our labor will repay,
When we gather in the morning
Where the mists have rolled away.

We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne;
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known:
And the song of our redemption,
Shall resound th’ endless day,
When the shadows have departed,
And the mists have rolled away.

Chorus:
We shall know as we are known,
Nevermore to walk alone,
In the dawning of the morning
Of that bright and happy day:
We shall know each other better,
When the mists have rolled away.

Annie Herbert

Fresh Corn, Zinnias, and Jesus, and shall it ever be

Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days?

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beam of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

Joseph Grigg