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Monday, September 30, 2013

Daffodils and Marbles with Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!” and Father of mercies! In Thy word

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Kept, by the pow’r of God;
Kept from the world unspotted,
Treading where Jesus trod.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Serving as He shall choose;
“Kept” for the Master’s pleasure;
“Kept” for the Master’s use.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Kept from the world apart;
Lowly in mind and spirit,
Gentle and pure in heart.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Oh, to be all His own!
Kept, to be His forever,
Kept, to be His alone!

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Lord, at Thy feet I fall;
I would be “nothing, nothing, nothing;”
Thou shalt be “all in all.”

Edith G. Cherry

  Father of mercies, in thy word
  What endless glory shines!
Forever be thy name adored
  For these celestial lines.

  Here may the wretched sons of want
  Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
  And lasting as the mind.

  Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
  And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
  Invite the longing taste.

  Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
  Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
  Attend the blissful sound.

  O may these heavenly pages be
  Our ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may we see,
  And still increasing light.

 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
  Be thou forever near;
Teach us to love thy sacred word,
  And view the Saviour there.

    Anne Steele

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sunflowers and Oranges with We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way and All that I was, my sin, my guilt

We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way,
Which the saints and martyrs have before us trod;
In the cross of Christ we glory as we journey day by day,
Pressing onward to the city of our God.

There with Moses and Elias, and with Peter and with Paul,
We’ll recount the triumphs of redeeming grace;
Best of all, we’ll see our Savior, hail and crown Him Lord of all,
And unite His praise to sing thro’ endless days.

We will look back o’er the journey by our heav’nly Father planned,
Knowing that His will was best for you and me;
And the things which here perplex us, which we cannot understand,
In that glorious day of days made plain will be.

We will talk it o’er together by and by,
When we reach that holy city, you and I,
How thro’ grace we’ve overcome, and have reached our heav’nly home;
We will talk it o’er together by and by.

Mrs. C. H. Morris
  All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
  My death, was all my own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
  My gracious God, alone.

  The darkness of my former state,
  The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
  The liberty, is Thine.

  Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
  It taught me to believe;
Then in believing, peace I found,
  And now I live, I live.

  All that I am, e’en here on earth,
  All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,
  I owe, it Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Horatius Bonar

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Depression Glass with Yellow Roses with We shall reach the summer-land and

We shall reach the summer land,
Some sweet day, by and by;
We shall press the golden strand,
Some sweet day, by and by;
Oh, the loved ones watching there,
By the tree of life so fair,
Till we come their joy to share,
Some sweet day, by and by.

At the crystal river’s brink,
Some sweet day, by and by,
We shall find each broken link,
Some sweet day, by and by;
Then the star that, fading here,
Left our hearts and homes so drear,
We shall see more bright and clear,
Some sweet day, by and by.

Oh, these parting scenes will end,
Some sweet day, by and by;
We shall gather friend with friend,
Some sweet day, by and by;
There before our Father’s throne,
When the mists and clouds have flown,
We shall know as we are known
Some sweet day, by and by.

By and by,
Some sweet day,
We shall meet our loved ones gone,
Some sweet day, by and by.

Fanny J. Crosby

Jesus, engrave it on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee.

Needful art thou to make me live;
Needful art thou all grace to give;
Needful to guide me, lest I stray;
Needful to help me every day.

Needful is thy most precious blood;
Needful is thy correcting rod;
Needful is thy indulgent care;
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer.

Needful thy presence, dearest Lord,
True peace and comfort to afford;
Needful thy promise, to impart
Fresh life and vigour to my heart.

Needful art thou to be my stay
Through all life’s dark and thorny way;
Nor less in death thou’lt needful be,
When I yield up my soul to thee.

Needful art thou to raise my dust,
In shining glory with the just;
Needful when I in heaven appear,
To crown and to present me there.

Samuel Medley

Friday, September 27, 2013

Fall items with Just a little longer to work for Jesus and Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?

Just a little longer to work for Jesus,
Days for earthly toil are short and few;
Just a little longer to fight life’s battles,
And to prove thyself a soldier brave and true.

Just a little longer the seed to scatter
Out upon the harvest fields so wide;
Just a little longer the sheaves to gather,
Coming with rejoicing at the eventide.

Just a little longer to lift the fallen,
Precious, never dying souls to save;
Just a little longer to tell the story,
And to speed the message o’er the ocean wave.


Just a little longer, just a little longer,
O my soul, be patient, to the end endure;
Just a little longer the cross to bear,
Then a long eternity the crown to wear.

Mrs. C. H. MorrisLord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
  O height, O depth of love!
Thou one with us on Calvary,
  We are one with Thee above.

Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
  Thou didst from heaven come down,
With us of flesh and blood partake,
  In all our misery, one.

Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
  Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
  To set Thy members free.

Ascended now, in glory bright,
  Still one with us Thou art;
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height
  Thy saints and Thee can part.

O teach us, Lord, to know and own
  This wondrous mystery,
That Thou with us art truly one,
  And we are one with Thee.

Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
  When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display,
  That Thou with us art one.

Rev. James G. Deck

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Marbles, Daffodils and Tine Vase with When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest and “Till He come,” O let the words

When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest
‘Mid the sainted spirits, safe on Jesus’ breast;
All our trials over, we shall gladly sing,
Grave! where is thy vict’ry?  Death! where is thy sting?

Earth hath many sorrows, but they cannot last,
And our greatest troubles quickly will be past;
If we look to Jesus, He will give us strength;
By His grace we shall be conquerors at length.

When the storm is over, sweet will be the calm;
After life’s long battle, bright the victor’s palm;
And the cross of anguish which now weighs us down,
We’ll exchange in Heaven for a shining crown.

Tho’ the dark waves roll high, we will be undismayed;
“Let us pass over the river,
And rest under the shade, rest under the shade,
Rest under the shade of the trees.”

Kate Cameron
“Till He come,” O let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the “little while” between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heav’n and home
Lie beyond that “Till He come.”

When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush, be every murmur dumb;
It is only, “Till He come.”

See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread,-
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board,
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only, “Till He come!”

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Daylilies with When the day is dark and lonely and I’m waiting for Thee, Lord

When the day is dark and lonely,
Don’t forget to pray;
Prayer will make your pathway brighter,
Drive the clouds away.
For your loving heav’nly Father
Listens when you call,
And in mercy, He will answer,
Trust Him for it all.

When the sun is brightly shining,
Don’t forget to pray;
Let the Savior share your gladness,
On your pilgrim way;
For He longs to walk beside you,
Your most trusted Friend,
And abide thro’ storm and sunshine
To your journey’s end.

O the bliss this wondrous friendship
Will your soul afford,
Dwelling thus in close communion
With your loving Lord;
Till in Heav’n you shall behold Him,
See Him face to face,
And thro’out eternal ages
Praise Him for His grace.

Tell Him all your sorrows,
He will turn your night to day,
“In the secret of His presence,”
Don’t forget to pray.

Miriam E. Arnold

  I’m waiting for thee, Lord,
  Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I’m waiting for Thee - for Thy coming again.
  Thou’rt gone over there, Lord,
  A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.

  ‘Mid danger and fear, Lord,
  I’m oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of Thy coming again.
  ‘Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
  No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair at Thy coming again.

  Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
  I stumble and stray, Lord,
Oh, hasten the day of Thy coming again.
  This is not my rest, Lord,
  A pilgrim confessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest at Thy coming again.

  E’en now let my ways, Lord,
  Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
  I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
  Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me like Thy coming again.

Hannah K. Burlingham

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Fun with Shapes with Do you often weary and discouraged grow and O God, our help in ages past

Do you often weary and discouraged grow
With the burdens you are called to bear?
Do you sometimes long deliverance to know
From the sorrows and the heartaches here?

Does the journey oft seem wearisome and long
Ere at last you reach the shining goal?
Do you sometimes long to join the blood-washed throng
In the blessed homeland of the soul?

Just a few more toiling days for you and me,
Till our life’s work here on earth be done;
Crowded full of willing service let them be,
Till we hear the Master’s blest “Well done.”

By and by around the throne we’ll sing
Endless praises to our Lord and King,
Who in mercy sought us,
And thro’ grace has bro’t us
To our Father’s home on high.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

  O God, our help in ages past,
  Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
  And our eternal home!

  Under the shadow of thy throne
  Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
  And our defense is sure.

  Before the hills in order stood,
  Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
  To endless years the same.

  A thousand ages, in thy sight,
  Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
  Before the rising sun.

  The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
  With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
  And lost in following years.

  Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
  Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
  Dies at the opening day.

  O God, our help in ages past,
  Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
  And our eternal home!

Isaac Watts  

Monday, September 23, 2013

Oranges and Green Glassware with Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother and The Saviour lives, no more to die

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the morning bright and fair?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the heat of the noonday’s glare?

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the still and solemn night?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
For a harvest pure and white?

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
All along the fertile way?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
That will come at the last great day?

For the harvest time is coming on,
And the reapers’ work will soon be done;
Will your sheaves be many?  will you garner any,
For the gath’ring at the harvest home?

Fred A. Fillmore
The Saviour lives, no more to die;
He lives, our Head, enthron’d on high;
He lives, triumphant o’er the grave;
He lives eternally to save.

The chief of sinners He receives,
His saints He loves and never leaves;
He’ll guard us safe from ev’ry ill,
And all His promises fulfill.

Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord:
And prove what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Our doubts and fears forever gone,
For Christ is on the Father’s throne.

Samuel Medley

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Hat and Handerchief on Antique Bricks with I am fully trusting Jesus and Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him

I am fully trusting Jesus,
Even when the sky is dark;
When the rays of light are hidden,
Then his love is in my heart.

I am fully trusting Jesus,
For his promise I have tried;
He’s my Paraclete and guardian,
Ever walking by my side.

Tho’ he may not lead me always
Into paths where I would go,
Yet I’ll trust his love and wisdom,
Follow on, his will to know.


Trust in his name, he is the same;
Ever the same, ever the same;
Trust in his merits, believe on his name,
He’s always the same.

Melvin J. Hill
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

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Peonies and Asparagus with O brother, on life’s rugged pathway and I have heard of a land far away

O brother, on life’s rugged pathway,
Oft tempted to faint and despair,
Remember our Father in heaven
Will ever give heed to your pray’r.

The load may press hard that he gives you,
But strength he will give you to bear;
And ere you shall faint ‘neath the burden,
Remember the Hearer of pray’r.

Life’s sorrows may thickly surround you,
Your heart may be weary with care;
But comfort and help all sufficient
Are found in the Hearer of pray’r.

The way thro’ the valley and shadow
Leads on to a home bright and fair,
One only can lighten this darkness,
And he is the Hearer of pray’r.

Keep close to his side as you journey,
Trust ever his love and his care,
For nothing of evil can harm you
While close to the Hearer of pray’r.

He heareth your cry, all your need he’ll supply;
His arms everlasting will surely upbear;
Your courage renew, he careth for you,
And he will both hear you and answer your pray’r.

Geo. O. Webster
I have heard of a land far away,
And its glories no tongue can declare;
But its beauty hangs over the way,
And with Jesus I long to be there.

There are foretastes of heaven below,
There are moments like joys of the blest;
But the splendors no mortal can know,
Of the land where the weary shall rest.

In that noontide of glory so fair,
In the gleam of the river of life,
There are joys that the faithful shall share;
O how sweetly they rest from the strife!

There the ransomed with Jesus abide
In the shade of the sheltering fold;
Evermore by Immanuel’s side,
They shall dwell in the glory untold.

To be there, to be there,
And with Jesus I long to be there;
To be there, to be there,
And with Jesus I long to be there.

Rev. W. O. Cushing

Friday, September 20, 2013

Grazing Sheep with Does the world look dark and dreary? and We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died

Does the world look dark and dreary?
Are your trials more and more?
Have your feet grown tired and weary?
Does the tempest round you roar?

Do you sometimes think, most sadly,
There is none your grief to share?
Just remember, Jesus, gladly,
Ev’ry burden waits to bear.

Pray’r will lift you nearer heaven,
Into sunshine, pure and sweet;
Darkest clouds will soon be riven,
Soon be underneath your feet.

God is wise, and, if delaying
Answer to your pray’r for aid,
You must trust him; keep on praying,
Help will come; be not dismayed.

Keep on praying, keep on praying,
Tho’ the storm be raging wild;
Soon you’ll hear a sweet voice saying:
“Peace to you, my troubled child.”

Mrs. H. B. Spoor
We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died,
  That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried,
  But firmly endured as a rock.

When blood from a victim must flow,
  This Shepherd by pity was led
To stand between us and the foe,
  And willingly died in our stead.

Our song, then, forever shall be,
  The Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject’s so glorious as He,
  No theme so affecting to us.

Of Him and His love will we sing,
  His praises our tongues shall employ,
Till heavenly anthems we bring
  In yonder bright regions of joy.

Thomas Kelly

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sleeping Cat with Weary pilgrim on life’s pathway and Shepherd of Israel, keeping Thy sheep-

Weary pilgrim on life’s pathway,
Struggling on beneath thy load;
Hear these words of consolation,
“Cast thy burden on the Lord.”

Are thy tired feet unsteady?
Does thy lamp no light afford?
Is thy cross too great and heavy?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Are the ties of friendship sever’d?
Hush’d the voices fondly heard?
Breaks thy heart with weight of anguish?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Does thy heart with faintness falter?
Does thy mind forget his word?
Does thy strength succumb to weakness?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

He will hold thee up from falling,
He will guide thy steps aright;
He will strengthen each endeavor;
He will keep thee by his might.


Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Cast thy burden on the Lord,
And he will strengthen thee, sustain and comfort thee;
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Wm. J. Kirkpatrick
Shepherd of Israel, keeping Thy sheep-
Never forgetting in slumber or sleep;
Folding them gently when night cometh on,
Going before them at break of the dawn!

Shepherd of Israel, true to Thine own
When the false hireling servant hath flown;
Laying Thy life down their pardon to win,
Shedding Thy blood to redeem them from sin!

Shepherd of Israel! strong is Thine arm,
Shielding Thy flock from each threatening harm;
Gath’ring the lambs as they falter and fall,
Safe in Thy bosom enfolding them all!

Shepherd of Israel, soon to appear,
Soon to deliver Thy ”little flock” here!
Just to behold Thee their richest reward-
Shepherd of Israel, Jesus, their Lord!


Shepherd of Israel! Shepherd of love!
Watching Thy flock from the glory above!
Knowing how weary their wilderness way;
Praying for them-ever living to pray!

A. A. P.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Prairie Fire with Bow’d beneath your burden, is there none to share? and I journey thro’ a desert, drear and wild

Bow’d beneath your burden, is there none to share?
Weary with the journey, is there none to care?
Courage, wayworn trav’ler, heed your Lord’s commands,
There’s a tho’t to cheer you, Jesus understands.

Ev’ry heavy burden he will gladly share,
Are you sad and weary?  Jesus has a care;
Well he knows the pathway o’er life’s burning sands,
Courage, fainting pilgrim, Jesus understands.

Tho’ temptation meet you, Jesus can sustain,
Life has vexing problems which he can explain;
Serve him where he sends you though in distant lands,
Do not doubt or question, Jesus understands.

Weary heart, he calls you, “Come to me and rest,”
Does the path grow rugged?  yet his way is best;
Leave the unknown future in the Master’s hands,
Whether sad or joyful, Jesus understands.

Yes, he understands,
All his ways are best.
Hear, he calls to you, “Come to me and rest.”
Leave the unknown future in the Master’s hand,
Whether sad or joyful, Jesus understands.

Birdie BellI journey thro’ a desert, drear and wild,
Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled-
Of Him on Whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay-
I can forget the sorrows of the way.

Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears-
The tale of love unfolded in those years
Of sinless suff’ring, and patient grace-
I love again, and yet again, to trace.

Thoughts of His glory! on the Cross I gaze,
And there behold its sad yet healing rays-
Beacon of hope which, lifted up on high,
Illumes with heav’nly light the tear-dimmed eye!

Thoughts of His coming! for that joyful day
In patient hope I watch and wait and pray:
The dawn draws nigh! the midnight shadows flee!
O what a sunrise will that Advent be!

Thus while I journey on my Lord to meet,
My thoughts and meditations are so sweet-
Of Him on Whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay-
I can forget the sorrows of the way!

Jane Deck

Monday, September 16, 2013

Old Bible and Gufus Glass with As you journey along o’er the highway of life and Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace

As you journey along o’er the highway of life,
If you’d safely be led day by day,
Follow Jesus your Guide and keep close to his side,
He will lead ev’ry step of the way.

For yourself do not choose or the way you will lose,
Ask of One who is near day by day,
In temptation’s dark hour he will arm you with pow’r,
He will lead ev’ry step of the way.

In the work that you do O be earnest and true,
Seek the strength that can never delay,
He is safe who depends on the surest of friends,
Who will lead ev’ry step of the way.

He will lead ev’ry step of the way!
Yes, he’ll lead ev’ry step of the way!
Follow Jesus your Guide, and keep close to his side,
He will lead ev’ry step of the way.

Alice Jean Cleator
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

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Simple Colors with Have you trials oppressing and I left it all with Jesus

Have you trials oppressing?
Falter not!
All to Jesus confessing,
Falter not!
He your burdens will bear,
Ev’ry sorrow will share,
And will give you the blessing,-
Falter not!

Is the day long and dreary?
Falter not!
Is the night dark and eery?
Falter not!
Let his will be your guide,
For his love will provide
A reward for the weary,-
Falter not!

Tho’ a host should assail you,
Falter not!
Strength divine will avail you,
Falter not!
Put your trust in the Lord,
And go on to reward,
For he never will fail you,-
Falter not!

For the Lord loveth those who fear him,
Those who, lowly in heart, revere him;
In his strength
They at length
Shall become victorious,
Falter not!
He will keep them in safety ever;
In their need he will leave them never;
Over all below
They shall safely go
To a triumph glorious,-
Falter not!

Chas. H. Gabriel

I left it all with Jesus
     Long ago;
All my sins I brought Him,
     And my woe.
When by faith I saw Him
     On the tree,
Heard His small, still whisper,
     “’Tis for thee,”
From my heart the burden
Rolled away-
Happy day!

I leave it all with Jesus,
     For He knows
How to steal the bitter
     From life’s woes;
How to gild the tear-drop
     With His smile,
Make the desert garden
     Bloom awhile:
When my weakness leaneth
On His might,
All seems light.

I leave it all with Jesus
     Day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him
     Come what may.
Hope has dropped her anchor,
     Found her rest
In the calm, sure haven
     Of His breast:
Love esteems it heaven
To abide
At His side.

Oh, leave it all with Jesus,
     Drooping soul!
Tell not half thy story,
     But the whole.
Worlds on worlds are hanging
     On His hand,
Life and death are waiting
     His command;
Yet His tender bosom
Makes thee room-
Oh, come home!

Ellen H. Willis

Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Meal with Jesus calls us, o’er the tumult and Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face

Jesus calls us, o’er the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless sea,
Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, “Christian, follow me.”

Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store;
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, “Christian, love me more.”

In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still he calls, in cares and pleasures;
“Christian, love me more than these.”

Jesus calls us:  by thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear thy call,
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all.

Mrs. C. F. Alexander
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
  Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
  And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would I feed upon the Bread of God;
  Here drink with Thee the royal Wine of heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
  Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
  Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
  My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness:
  Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing Blood:
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;
  Thy Blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God!

Horatius Bonar

Friday, September 13, 2013

Struggling no More with When heavy grows my load of care and There is a fold whence none can stray,

When heavy grows my load of care,
Or when in sorrow or despair
I need a friend my woe to share,
I always go to Jesus.

When darkness hides the path I take,
And life’s wild storms upon me break;
When earthly friends, I lov’d, forsake,
I always go to Jesus.

When enemies their strength display,
And strive to cause my soul to stray,
From life and light, without delay
I always go to Jesus.

When worn, and weary, and depress’d,
My trusting spirit sighs for rest,
To lay my head upon his breast,
I always go to Jesus.


I always go to Jesus,
The loving, faithful Jesus;
To him alone my wants are known;
I always go to Jesus.

James Rowe
There is a fold whence none can stray,
  And pastures ever green,
Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
  Or night is never seen.

Far up the everlasting hills,
  In God’s own light it lies;
His smile its vast dimension fills
  With joy that never dies.

Soon at his feet my soul will lie
  In life’s last struggling breath;
But I shall only seem to die,-
  I shall not taste of death.

Far from this guilty world to be,
  Exempt from toil and strife,
To spend eternity with thee,
  My Saviour, this is life.

John East

Thursday, September 12, 2013

White Cosmos and Blue Vases with In the burden and heat of the wearisome day and ‘Tis now in part I know his grace

In the burden and heat of the wearisome day,
Ye are toiling ye children of men;
But the work will be done at the setting of sun,
And the Master will come for you then.

In the hour of your sorrow, in sickness and pain,
Look above where the light shineth clear;
There are songs in the night for the children of light,
For the loving Redeemer is near.

When the struggle is hard and the way seemeth long,
And the loneliness bitter to bear;
Ever close to your side is your Saviour and guide
At the end of the road it is fair.

And  the end of the road, at the portals of light,
You will learn why the way was so long;
If the joy of the Lord shall be then your reward,
Let him now be your strength and your song.


O be glad as you labor and time weareth on,
For the word of the Master is peace,
In the joy of your Lord
Shall be endless reward, and the toil and the tumult shall cease.

Julia H. Johnston
‘Tis now in part I know his grace;
I catch sweet glimpses of his face,
But in that better world of his
I shall behold him as he is.

‘Tis now in part I know his love;
Bright sunbeams shine from skies above;
But glories more exceeding far
Shall rise beyond life’s evening star.

‘Tis now in part I understand
The leadings of my Father’s hand;
But I shall own his ways were right,
When welcomed to his home of light.

‘Tis now in part, but O how sweet
To rest by faith at his dear feet;
Though now we see as through a glass,
The veil will lift, the shadows pass.


Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne;
Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne.

E. E. Hewitt

Antique Teapot and Cosmos with The hand that was nail’d to the cross of woe and Rise, my soul, behold, ‘tis Jesus

The hand that was nail’d to the cross of woe,
In love reaches down to the world below;
‘Tis beckoning now to the souls that roam,
And pointing the way to the heav’nly home.

E’en now I can see, thro’ a mist of tears,
That hand still outstretch’d o’er the gulf of years,
With healing and hope for my sin-sick soul,-
One touch of its finger will make me whole!

The hand that wrought wonders in days of old,
Holds treasure more precious than gems of gold,
The price of redemption from sin and shame,
The gift of salvation thro’ Jesus’ name.


The hand of my Saviour I see...
The hand that was wounded for me;
‘Twill lead me in love to the mansions above,
The hand that was wounded for me!

Hattie H. Pierson
Rise, my soul, behold, ‘tis Jesus!
  Jesus fills thy wond’ring eyes!
See Him now in glory seated,
  Where thy sins no more can rise.

There in righteousness transcendent,
  Lo, He doth in heav’n appear,-
Shows the blood of His atonement
  As thy title to be there!

All thy sins were laid upon Him,-
  Jesus bore them on the tree:
God, who knew them, laid them on Him,
  And, believing, thou art free.

God now brings thee to His dwelling,
  Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome, ever telling
  What a portion there is thine.

Blessed, glorious word, “forever”-
  Yea, “forever” is the word!
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
  Naught divide them from the Lord.

J. Denham Smith

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Mixed Flowers and Tin Vase with Never be sad or desponding and The glory shines before me

Never be sad or desponding
If thou hast faith to believe;
Grace, for the duties before thee,
Ask of thy God and receive.

What if thy burdens oppress thee;
What tho’ thy life may be drear;
Look on the side that is brightest;
Pray, and thy path will be clear.

Never be sad or desponding,
There is a morrow for thee;
Soon thou shalt dwell in its brightness,
There with the Lord thou shalt be.


Never give up,
Never give up,
Never give up to thy sorrows,
Jesus will bid them depart;
Trust in the Lord,
Trust in the Lord,
Sing when your trials are greatest,
Trust in the Lord and take heart.

Fanny J. Crosby
The glory shines before me!
  I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken o’er me,
  My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren desert
  A little while I roam,-
The glory shines before me;
  I am not far from home!

Beyond the storms I’m going,
  Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the flood’s o’erflowing,
  Beyond the changing years;
I’m going to the homeland,
  By faith long since possessed,-
The glory shines before me,
  For this is not my rest!

The Lamb is there the glory!
  The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
  And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calls me,
  My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me:
  The prize will soon be won!

The glory shines before me!
  I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is o’er me,
  His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constrains me,
  His blood has washed me white;
Where Jesus is in glory,-
  ‘Tis home! and love! and light!

Hannah K. Burlingham

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Peonies in Gold Colored Vase with Which of the monarchs of the earth and I bless the Christ of God

  Which of the monarchs of the earth
  Can boast a guard like ours,
Encircled from our second birth
  With all the heavenly powers?

  Myriads of bright, cherubic bands,
  Sent by the King of kings,
Rejoice to bear us in their hands,
  And shade us with their wings.

  Angels, where’er we go, attend
  Our steps, whate’er betide;
With watchful care their charge defend,
  And evil turn aside.

  Our lives those holy angels keep
  From every hostile power;
And, unconcerned, we sweetly sleep,
  As Adam in his bower.

  And when our spirits we resign,
  On outstretched wings they bear,
And lodge us in the arms divine,
  And leave us ever there.

Charles Wesley
I bless the Christ of God;
  I rest on love divine;
And with unfalt’ring lip and heart
  I call the Saviour mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;
  I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
  Each ling’ring shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace;
  I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,-
  My God, my joy, my light.

‘Tis He who saveth me,
  And freely pardon gives!
I love because He loveth me,
  I live because He lives.

My life with Him is hid;
  My death has passed away;
My clouds have melted into light,
  My midnight into day!

Horatius Bonar

Monday, September 9, 2013

White Roses in Blue Vase with God is our refuge and defense and O Lord, I would delight in thee,

  God is our refuge and defense;
  In trouble our unfailing aid:
Secure in his omnipotence,
  What foe can make our souls afraid?

  Yea, though the earth’s foundations rock,
  And mountains down the gulf be hurled,
His people smile amid the shock:
  They look beyond this transient world.

  There is a river pure and bright,
  Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains;
Where, in eternity of light,
  The city of our God remains.

  Built by the word of his command,
  With his unclouded presence blest,
Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
  There is our home, our hope, our rest.

James Montgomery
O Lord, I would delight in thee,
  And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
  My best, my only friend.

When all created streams are dri’d,
  Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfi’d,
  And glory in thy name.

Why should the soul a drop bemoan
  Who has a fountain near?
A fountain which will ever run
  With waters sweet and clear.

No good in creatures can be found,
  But may be found in thee;
I must have all things and abound,
  While God is God to me.

O Lord, I cast my care on thee,
  I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my concern shall be
  To love and please thee more.

Dr. Ryland

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Crabapple Blossoms and Old Bowl with How tender is thy hand, and O for the robe of whiteness

  How tender is thy hand,
  O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions came at thy command,
  And left us at thy word.

  How gentle was the rod
  That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God
  Where deep distress had been!

  A Father’s hand we felt,
  A Father’s love we knew:
‘Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
  And found his promise true.

  Now will we bless the Lord,
  And in his strength confide:
Forever be his name adored,
  For there is none beside.

Thomas Hastings
O for the robe of whiteness,
  To walk with Christ in light!
O for the glorious brightness
  Of day without a night!
We would a name of favor,
  Graved on the stone of white;
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
  Reserv’d for heav’n’s delight.

‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
  The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
  Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
  The Saviour face to face-
The peaceful joy of being
 Forever in that place!

Jesus, Thou King of glory,
  We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
  When we Thy glory see!
E’en now our souls would enter
  The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
  On Thee who cam’st to die!

At God’s right hand in glory
  Thou sitt’st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
  That gives us too our seat;
Then o’er the wide creation
  Thy pow’r will stretch its arm,-
Secure from all temptation,
  Free from all human harm!

Miss C. L. Smith

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Peonies, Books and Depression Glass with The starry firmament on high and O love divine, that stooped to share

The starry firmament on high,
And all the glories of the sky,
Yet shine not to thy praise, O Lord,
So brightly as thy written word.

The hopes that holy word supplies,
Its truths divine and precepts wise,
In each a heavenly beam I see,
And every beam conducts to thee.

Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky;

But, fixed for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed away.

Sir Robert Grant
O love divine, that stooped to share
  Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On thee we cast each earth-born care,
  We smile at pain, while thou art near.

Though long the weary way we tread,
  And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
  Our hearts still whispering, thou art near.

When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
  And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
  Shall softly tell us thou art near.

On thee we fling our burdening woe,
  O love divine, forever dear;
Content to suffer while we know,
  Living or dying, thou art near!

O. W. Holmes

Friday, September 6, 2013

Sunflowers and Zinnias with The counsels of redeeming grace and How precious is the book divine

  The counsels of redeeming grace
  The sacred leaves unfold;
And here the Saviour’s lovely face
  Our raptured eyes behold.

  Here light descending from above
  Directs our doubtful feet;
Here promises of heavenly love
  Our ardent wishes meet.

  Our numerous griefs are here redressed,
  And all our wants supplied:
Naught we can ask to make us blest
  Is in this book denied.

  For these inestimable gains,
  That so enrich the mind,
O may we search with eager pains,
  Assured that we shall find.

Samuel Stennett
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

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Blanketflower with What glory gilds the sacred page and The golden gates are lifted up

  What glory gilds the sacred page!
  Majestic, like the sun,
It gives a light to every age;
  It gives, but borrows none.

  The power that gave it still supplies
  The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise:
  They rise, but never set.

  Lord, everlasting thanks be thine
  For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
  With beams of heavenly day.

  My soul rejoices to pursue
  The steps of him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
  In brighter worlds above.

William Cowper
The golden gates are lifted up,
  The doors are opened wide,
The King of glory is gone in
  Unto his Father’s side.

Thou art gone up before us, Lord,
  To make for us a place,
That we may be where now thou art,
  And look upon God’s face.

And ever on thine earthly path
  A gleam of glory lies;
A light still breaks behind the cloud
  That vailed thee from our eyes.

Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,
  Let thy dear grace be given,
That while we tarry here below,
  Our treasure be in heaven!

That where thou art, at God’s right hand,
  Our hope, our love may be;
Dwell thou in us, that we may dwell
  For evermore in thee!

Mrs. C. F. Alexander

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Hollyhocks and Tea with And can it be that should gain with If, on a quiet sea

  And can it be that I should gain
  An interest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died he for me, who caused his pain?
  For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love!  how can it be
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?

  ‘Tis mystery all!  the Immortal dies?
  Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
  To sound the depths of love divine;
‘Tis mercy all!  let earth adore:
Let angel minds inquire no more.

  He left his Father’s throne above,-
  So free, so infinite his grace!-
Emptied himself of all but love,
  And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!

  Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
  Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
  I woke, the dungeon flamed with light:
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.

  No condemnation now I dread,
  Jesus, with all in him, is mine;
Alive in him, my living Head.
  And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Charles Wesley   If, on a quiet sea,
  Toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
  We’ll own the favoring gale.

  But should the surges rise,
  And rest delay to come,
Blest be the tempest, kind the storm,
  Which drives us nearer home.

  Soon shall our doubts and fears
  All yield to thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
  The midnight of the soul.

  Teach us, in every state,
  To make thy will our own;
And when the joys of sense depart,
  To live by faith alone.

Augustus M. Toplady

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Sunset and Jesus, my strength, my hope with My bark is watfted to the strand

  Jesus, my strength, my hope,
  On thee I cast my care;
With humble confidence look up,
  And know thou hear’st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
  Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
  Almighty to renew.

  I want a sober mind,
  A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind,
  The baits of pleasing ill:
A soul inured to pain,
  To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
  The consecrated cross.

  I want a godly fear,
  A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
  And sees the tempter fly:
A spirit still prepared,
  And armed with jealous care;
Forever standing on its guard,
  And watching unto prayer.

Charles Wesley
  My bark is wafted to the strand
 By breath divine,
And on its helm there rests a hand
  Other than mine.

  One who was known in storms to sail
  I have on board;
Above the roaring of the gale
  I hear my Lord.

  Safe to the land! safe to the land!
  The end is this,
And then with him go hand in hand,
  Far into bliss.

Henry Alford

Monday, September 2, 2013

Single Rose with Forward! by our watchword and I cannot always trace the way

  Forward!  be our watchword,
  Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
  Not a look behind:
Burns the fiery pillar
  At our army’s head;
Who shall dream of shrinking,
  By our Captain led?
Forward through the desert,
  Through the toil and fight:
Jordan flows before us,
  Zion beams with light!

  Forward!  flock of Jesus,
  Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
  Spring to glorious birth:
Sick, they ask for healing;
  Blind, they grope for day;
Pour upon the nations
  Wisdom’s loving ray.
Forward, out of error,
  Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
  Forward into light!

  Glories upon glories
  Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love him
  One day to be shared:
Eye hath not beheld them,
  Ear hath never heard;
Nor of these hath uttered
  Thought or speech a word:
Forward, marching eastward
  Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
  Till our faith be sight!

  Far o’er yon horizon
  Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth;
  That fair home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
  Shine the gates with gold;
Flows the gladdening river
  Shedding joys untold;
Thither, onward thither,
  In the Spirit’s might:
Pilgrims to your country,
  Forward into light!

Henry Alfordymnal
I cannot always trace the way
  Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say
  That God is love.

When fear her chilling mantle throws
  O’er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home upsprings,
  For God is love.

When mystery clouds my darkened path,
  I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
  That God is love.

Yes, God is love: a thought like this
  Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
  For God is love.

Sir John Bowring

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Fresh Eggs with I and my house will serve the Lord and My Jesus, as Thou wilt

  I and my house will serve the Lord;
But first, obedient to his word
  I must myself appear;
By actions, works, and tempers, show
That I my heavenly Master know,
  And serve with heart sincere.

  I must the fair example set;
From those that on my pleasure wait
  The stumbling block remove;
Their duty by my life explain,
And still in all my works maintain
  The dignity of love.

  Easy to be entreated, mild,
Quickly appeased and reconciled,
  A follower of my God,
A saint indeed, I long to be,
And lead my faithful family
  In the celestial road.

  Lord, if thou didst the wish infuse,
A vessel fitted for thy use
  Into thy hands receive:
Work in me both to will and do;
And show them how believers true,
  And real Christians, live.

Charles Wesley
My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
  O may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love
  I would my all resign.
Through sorrow, or through joy,
  Conduct me as Thine own;
And help me still to say,
  My Lord, Thy will be done.

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
  Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope
  Grow dim or disappear.
Since Thou on earth hast wept
  And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
  My Lord, Thy will be done.

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
  All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene
  I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
  I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
  My Lord, Thy will be done.

Rev. Benjamin Schmolck  tr. Jane Borthwick