Jewelry with The trusting heart goes singing and Jesus, I love Thy charming name

The trusting heart goes singing,
Whatever may betide,
To Jesus’ promise clinging,
Redeemer, Friend, and Guide.

The trusting heart is ready
To do the Master’s will,
With purpose true and steady,
His bidding to fulfill.

The trusting heart with gladness
Receives all heav’nly gifts;
In days of grief and sadness,
The song of hope it lifts.

Chorus
Singing, singing,
The trusting heart goes singing;
Taking Jesus at His word,
Following where His call is heard,
The trusting heart goes singing, singing, singing.
        J. H. Johnston


Jesus, I love Thy charming name,
  ‘Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
  That earth and heav’n should hear.

Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
  My joy, my hope, my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
  And gold is sordid dust.

All my capacious powers can wish,
  In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
  Nor friendship half so sweet.

Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
  And sheds its fragrance there,-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
  The cordial of its care.

I’ll speak the honors of Thine name
  With my last laboring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms,
  The antidote of death.
        Rev. Philip Doddridge

Iris with O the weary night is waning and Fountain of grace, rich, full and free

O the weary night is waning,
And the clouds are rolling by;
See, the long expected morning
Now is dawning in the sky;
When from Zion’s lofty mountain
We shall hear the watchmen cry,
And rejoicing we shall gather
When the King shall come.

When the ransomed of Jehovah,
From the East and from the West,
Shall return with joy and gladness,
To receive the promised rest,-
Then shall ev’ry tribe and nation
Out of ev’ry land be bless’d,
And rejoicing they shall gather
When the King shall come.

May He find us, when He cometh,
Faithful watchers day and night,
At our royal post of duty,
With our armor shining bright;
May our lamps be trimm’d and burning
With a clear and steady light,
That rejoicing we may gather
When the King shall come.

Chorus
O Zion!  O Zion!
Great will be thy triumph
When the King shall come;
O Zion!  O Zion!
Thou shalt be exalted
When the King shall come.
        F. J. Crosby


Fountain of grace, rich, full and free,
What need I, that is not in Thee?
Full pardon, strength to meet the day,
And peace which none can take away.

Doth sickness fill my heart with fear,
‘Tis sweet to know that Thou art near;
Am I with dread of justice tried,
‘Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.

In life, Thy promises of aid
Forbid my heart to be afraid;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes,-
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.
     James Edmeston 

Kinda Wild Cosmos with Thou art my rock, O blessed Redeemer and Let children hear the mighty deeds

Thou art my rock, O blessed Redeemer,
Thou art my Refuge where I may hide;
Thou art my Rock to shelter and bless me;
Ever in Thee I safely abide.

Thou art my Rock when sin is inviting,
Thou art my Rock when trial is near;
Thou art my Rock when sorrow is smiting,
Thou art my Rock; why then should I fear?

Thou art my Rock, temptations defying,
Thou art my Friend unchanging and sure;
Wholly on Thee my soul is relying,
Ever to keep me faithful and pure.

Thou art my Rock; when kingdom and nation,
Ruler and crown, have crumbled to dust,
Thou shalt remain my Rock of salvation,
Rock everlasting; Thee will I trust.

Chorus
Thou art my Rock,
O blessed Redeemer,
Thou art my Friend,
And Thou art my Guide;
Thou art my Hope,
And Thou art my Saviour,
Thou art my Trust; in Thee will I hide.
        Mrs. C. F. Breck
Let children hear the mighty deeds
  Which God performed of old;
Which in our younger years we saw,
  And which our fathers told.

He bids us make His glories known,
  His works of power and grace;
And we’ll convey His wonders down,
  Through every rising race.

Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
  And they again to theirs;
That generations yet unborn
  May teach them to their heirs.

Thus shall they learn in God alone
  Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne’er forget His works,
  But practice His commands.
        Rev. Isaac Watts

Old Books, Roses, Candle with Willing to own Thee Master and King and How shall I follow Him I serve

Willing to own Thee Master and King,
Willing to offer Thee ev’ry thing,
Lord, make me willing,
O make me willing,
My all to bring.

Willing to wait for Thy chosen time,
Willing to follow Thy way, not mine,
Lord, make me willing,
O make me willing,
For I am Thine.

Willing to labor, Lord, I would be,
Willing to suffer all things for Thee,
Lord, make me willing,
O make me willing,
Is all my plea.
            M. Frazer
How shall I follow Him I serve?
How shall I copy Him I love?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to His seat above?

Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,-
Are these the consecrated road?

‘Twas thus He suffered, though a Son,
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all,
Until the perfect work was done,
And drunk the bitter cup of gall.

Lord, should my path through suffering lie,
Forbid it I should e’er repine;
Still let me turn to Calvary,
Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine.
        Josiah Conder