Spring Blossoms in Clear Bottle with Oh, the love of Jesus and Father, I know that all my life

Oh, the love of Jesus
Brightens all my days,
Keeps me singing all the time
Happy songs of praise:
Storms may beat about me,
Sky and path be dim,
Still His love will keep me
Singing a song to Him.

Tho’ the burden’s heavy,
Foes assail in vain,
With His love o’erflowing me,
Victor I remain:
Thro’ the toil of noonday,
Thro’ the midnight long,
Love divine will keep me
Singing to Him my song.

Thus ‘twill be in glory,
By the crystal sea;
In communion with my Lord,
Love my theme will be:
More and more thro’ ages,
In that home above,
I will sing of Jesus
And His redeeming love.

Chorus
His love keeps me singing,
His love makes me true;
The love of Jesus keeps me singing
The whole day through.

James Rowe

Father, I know that all my life
  Is portion’d out for me;
The changes that will surely come,
  I do not fear to see;
I ask thee for a present mind,
  Intent on pleasing thee.

I ask thee for a watchful love,
 Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
  And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
  To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will
  That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
  Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,
  And guided where I go.

I ask thee for the daily strength
  To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
  While keeping at thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
  If thou be glorified.

In service which thy will appoints,
  There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught “the truth”
  That makes thy children “free:”
A life of self-renouncing love
  Is one of liberty.

Miss A. L. Waring, alt., 1850

Fall Flowers, Oranges and Pottery with In the shadow of His wings and Thro’ good report and evil, Lord

In the shadow of His wings
There is rest, sweet rest;
There is rest from care and labor,
There is rest for friend and neighbor;
In the shadow of His wings
There is rest, sweet rest,
In the shadow of His wings
There is rest.

In the shadow of His wings
There is peace, sweet peace,
Peace that passeth understanding,
Peace, sweet peace that knows no ending;
In the shadow of His wings
There is peace, sweet peace,
In the shadow of His wings
There is peace.

In the shadow of His wings
There is joy, glad joy;
There is joy to tell the story,
Joy exceeding, full of glory;
In the shadow of His wings
There is joy, glad joy,
In the shadow of His wings
There is joy.

Chorus
There is rest, there is peace,
There is joy,
In the shadow of His wings:
There is rest, there is peace,
There is joy,
In the shadow of His wings

Rev. J. B. Atchinson
Thro’ good report and evil, Lord,
Still guided by thy faithful word,
Our staff, our buckler, and our sword,
     We follow thee.

In silence of the lonely night,
In the full glow of day’s clear light,
Through life’s strange windings, dark or bright,
     We follow thee.

Strengthened by thee we forward go,
‘Mid smile or scoff of friend or foe,
Thro’ pain or ease, thro’ joy or woe,
     We follow thee.

O Master, point thou out the way,
Nor suffer thou our steps to stray;
Then in the path that leads to day
     We follow thee.

Thou hast passed on before our face;
Thy footsteps on the way we trace;
O keep us, aid us by thy grace;
     We follow thee.

Horatius Bonar

Three Roses with Darkness may o’ertake me and my song forsake me and No human eyes thy face may see

Darkness may o’ertake me and my song forsake me,
But alone I never shall be;
For the Friend beside me promised He would guide me
And will keep His promise to me.

Should misfortune meet me, friends may fail to greet me,
But if true to Jesus I stay
He will still uphold me, let His love enfold me
Ev’ry dreary mile of the way.

How the tho’t enthralls me, that whate’er befalls me
One will always love me the same;
Not a trial ever causes Him to sever
From the ones who honor His name.

Chorus
He will keep His promise to me,
All the way with me He will go;
He has never broken any promise spoken;
He will keep His promise, I know.

James Rowe
No human eyes thy face may see,
  No human thought thy form may know;
But all creation dwells in thee,
  And thy great life thro’ all doth flow.

And yet, Oh, strange and wondrous tho’t!
  Thou art a God who hearest prayer:
And every heart with sorrow fraught,
  To seek thy present aid may dare.

And thou wilt turn them not aside
  Who cannot solve thy life divine,
But would give up all reason’s pride,
  To know their hearts approved by thine.

And thine unceasing love gave birth
  To our dear Lord, thy holy Son,
Who left a perfect proof on earth
  That duty, love, and trust are one.

So, though we faint on life’s dark hill,
  And thought grow weak, and knowledge flee,
Yet faith shall teach us courage still,
  And love shall guide us on to thee.

T. W. Higginson

Assorted Blossoms with There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King and All praise and thanks to God most High

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King;
He speaks, and the captive is free;
The lips of the dumb with rejoicing shall sing;
O speak, blessed Savior, to me!

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in His pardoning word;
He said, “Go, and sin now no more!”
How sweet was the hour when forgiveness I heard,
And Mercy had opened the door!

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the Lord,
And strength He will give, when we pray,
To follow His footsteps, His goodness record,
And walk in love’s beautiful way.

Chorus
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r,
In the word of my Savior and King!
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r!
For Jesus salvation shall bring.

E. E. Hewitt

All praise and thanks to God most High,
  The God of pow’r, the God of love,
The God who doeth wondrously;
  The God who from his throne above
The soul with richest solace fills;
The God who ev’ry sorrow stills:
  All praise and thanks to him, our God.

The host of heaven thy praises tell;
  All powers and thrones bow down to thee;
And all who in thy shadow dwell,
  Alike in earth and air and sea,
Declare and laud their Maker’s might,
Whose wisdom orders all things right:
  All praise and thanks to him, our God.

And for the creatures he has made
  Our God will ceaselessly provide;
His grace will be their constant aid,
  And guard them round on every side;
His kingdom we can surely trust;
There all is right, and all is just:
  All praise and thanks to him, our God.

We sought him in our hour of need;
  We cried, Lord God, now hear our prayer;
For death he gave us life indeed,
  And hope and comfort for despair:
For this our thanks shall endless be;
With heart and voice we sing to thee;
  All praise and thanks to thee, our God.

C. Winkworth

Single Yellow Blossom with When the sun shines bright and your heart is light and Soldiers who to Christ belong

When the sun shines bright and your heart is light,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
When the clouds hang low in this world of woe,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

If you’re lost in sin, all is dark within,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
God alone can save thro’ the Son He gave,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

When in that sad hour, when in death’s grim pow’r,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
If you would prepare ‘gainst the tempter’s snare,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

When the cares of life all around are rife,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
Glory to His name, always He’s the same,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

Chorus
Jesus is the Friend you need,
Such a Friend is He indeed;
He who noteth ev’ry tear,
He will banish ev’ry fear,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

I. E. Reynolds
Soldiers who to Christ belong,
Trust ye in his word, be strong;
For his promises are sure,
     His rewards for aye endure.

His no crowns that pass away;
His no palm that sees decay;
His the joy that shall not fade:
     His the light that knows no shade:

His the home for spirits blest,
Where he gives them peaceful rest,
Far above the starry skies,
     In the bliss of Paradise.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp;
Lift your hearts then to the skies:
     God himself shall be your prize.

Praise we now with saints at rest
Father, Son, and Spirit Blest;
For his promises are sure,
     His rewards shall aye endure.

Tr. I. Williams

Crabapple Blossoms with When the dark shadows gather on life’s rugged way and The Lord our God is King

When the dark shadows gather on life’s rugged way,
There is someone to help you and cheer you alway;
He will fill you with joy if His word you obey:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

When the burdens you carry are heavy to bear,
And your heart almost breaks with its griefs and despair,
Look to Him who is waiting your sorrows to share:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

He entreats you to love Him and in Him confide,
Let Him be your Companion, Friend and your Guide,
For His love can do more than all others beside:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

He has promised to keep you, this wonderful Friend,
Tho’ temptations and dangers your pathway attend;
Let Him lead all the way till life’s journey shall end:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

Chorus
Nobody loves you like Jesus,
Nobody loves you like Him;
When you falter and fail,
Still His love doth prevail:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

Alfred Barratt

The Lord our God is King;
  His rule, his name is love:
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
  And heav’n respond above!

His counsels he may keep
  Hidden from mortal sight;
His ends may be a soundless deep;
  But all he wills is right.

Never shall wrong prevail,
  Whate’er his foes may do:
His word is given, and shall not fail;
  For all he saith is true.

Dread storms may mark his path;
  Darkness may o’er it brood;
The round world shake as with his wrath;
  But all he doth is good.

Then sing, the Lord is King;
  Sing, for his name is Love;
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
  And heaven respond above!

G. F. Root

Blue Blossoms with Just when I need Him, Jesus is near and Fight the good fight with all thy might

Just when I need Him, Jesus is near,
Just when I falter, just when I fear;
Ready to help me, ready to cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is true,
Never forsaking all the way thro’;
Giving for burdens pleasures anew,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is strong,
Bearing my burdens all the day long;
For all my sorrow giving a song,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, He is my all,
Answering when upon Him I call;
Tenderly watching lest I should fall,
Just when I need Him most.

Chorus
Just when I need Him most,
Just when I need Him most;
Jesus is near to comfort and cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Rev. Wm. Poole

Fight the good fight with all thy might,
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide;
His boundless mercy will provide;
Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

John S. B. Monsell, 1863, alt.

White Roses and Jewelry with There is as land beyond our sight and I little see, I little know

There is a land beyond our sight,
Unmarred by sin, undimmed by night,
A land without one grief or care,
No pain nor death can enter there.

No cruel strife, no bitter hate,
That better world can desolate,
For love alone hath full control
In that blest homeland of the soul.

How many vanished faces dear
In mem’ry’s golden light appear,
Of those who, passing on before,
Are safe with Christ forevermore!

How dark and cheerless life would be
If faith no brighter world could see,
If, weary “pilgrims of the night,”
We had no home beyond our sight!

Chorus
Beyond our sight! beyond our sight!
“There is a land of pure delight,”
A world, than all our dreams more fair,-
God grant us each an entrance there!

T. O. Chisholm

  I little see, I little know,
  Yet can I fear no ill;
He who hath guided me till now
  Will be my leader still.

  No burden yet was on me laid
  Of trouble or of care,
But he my trembling step hath stayed,
  And given me strength to bear.

  I know not what beyond may lie,
  But look, in humble faith,
Into a larger life to die,
  And find new birth in death.

  He will not leave my soul forlorn;
  I still must find him true,
Whose mercies have been new each morn
  And every evening new.

  Upon his providence I lean,
  As lean in faith I must;
The lesson of my life hath been
  A heart of grateful trust.

  And so my onward way I fare
  With happy heart and calm,
And mingle with my daily care
  The music of my psalm.

Frederick L. Hosmer

Asiatic Lily with Precious promise God hath given and Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom

Precious promise God hath given
To the weary passerby,
On the way from earth to Heaven,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When temptations almost win thee,
And thy trusted watchers fly,
Let this promise ring within thee,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When thy secret hopes have perished
In the grave of years gone by,
Let this promise still be cherished,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When the shades of life are falling,
And the hour has come to die,
Hear the trusty Pilot calling,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

Chorus
I will guide thee, I will guide thee,
I will guide thee with Mine eye;
On the way from earth to Heaven,
I will guide thee with Mine eye.

Nathaniel Niles

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
     Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
    Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
     Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
     Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will.  Remember not past years!

So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still
     Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
     The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

John H. Newman

White Cosmos with A little while, and then the summer Day and Oft in danger, oft in woe

A little while, and then the summer Day,
When I go Home;
‘Tis lonesome winter now, but ‘twill be May,
When I go Home;
Beyond the gloom of moor and fen I see
The welcome warm of those who wait for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

Work ceases not in sunshine or in show’r,
Till I go Home;
But in the stillness of the twilight hour,
I dream of Home;
And when the nightwind moans across the wold
I feel no dread of dark, or chill of cold-
I dream of Home, I dream of Home.

All will be well, and all be happiness,
When I go Home;
The wanderings all o’er, and loneliness,
When I go Home;
There will be light at eventide for me,
The light that never was on land or sea,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

I’ll meet the loved ones I have lost awhile,
When I go Home;
And, best of all, I’ll see my Savior smile,
When I go Home;
Oh, what a joy thro’ all eternity,
To sing the praise of Him who died for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

Jennie Ree

Oft in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.

Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.

Onward then to battle move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

Henry Kirke White, 1806, alt., cento.

Harvest of the Field with There’s One who can comfort when all else fails and Soldiers of the cross arise

There’s One who can comfort when all else fails,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
A Savior who saves tho’ the foe assails,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
Once He traveled the way we go,
Felt the pangs of deceit and woe;
Who more perfectly then can know,
Than Jesus, blessed Jesus?

He heareth the cry of the soul distressed,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
He healeth the wounded, He giveth rest,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
When from loved ones we’re called to part,
When the tears in our anguish start,
None can comfort the breaking heart
Like Jesus, blessed Jesus.

He never forsakes in the darkest hour,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
His arm is around us with keeping pow’r,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
When we enter the Shadowland,
When at Jordan we trembling stand,
He will meet us with outstretched hand,
This Jesus, blessed Jesus.

What joy it will be when we see His face,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
Forever to sing of His love and grace,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
There at home on that shining shore,
With the loved ones gone on before,
We will praise Him forevermore,
Our Jesus, blessed Jesus.

Chas. H. Gabriel

Soldiers of the cross arise!
  Gird you with your armour bright!
Mighty are your enemies,
  Hard the battle ye must fight.

O’er a faithless fallen world,
  Raise your banner in the sky!
Let it float there wide unfurled!
  Bear it onward! lift it high!

Mid the homes of want and woe,
  Strangers to the living Word,
Let the Saviour’s herald go!
  Let the voice of hope be heard!

Where the shadows deepest lie,
  Carry truth’s unsullied ray!
Where are crimes of blackest dye,
  There the saving sign display!

To the weary and the worn
  Tell of realms where sorrows cease!
To the outcast and forlorn
  Speak of mercy and of peace!

Guard the helpless! seek the strayed!
  Comfort troubles! banish grief!
In the might of God arrayed,
  Scatter sin and unbelief!

Be the banner still unfurled,
  Still unsheathed the Spirit’s sword,
Till the kingdoms of the world
  Are the kingdom of the Lord!

W. Walsham How

Items from the Past with In all my Lord’s appointed ways and How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord

In all my Lord’s appointed ways
My journey I’ll pursue;
Hinder me not! ye much loved saints,
For I must go with you.

Thro’ floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I’ll follow where He goes;
Hinder me not! shall be my cry,
Tho’ earth and hell oppose.

Thro’ duty, and thro’ trials too,
I’ll go at His command;
Hinder me not! for I am bound
To my Immanuel’s land.

And when my Savior calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
Hinder me not! come, welcome death;
I’ll gladly go with Thee!

John Ryland

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

In every condition-in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad; on the land, on the sea-
“As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply,
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

“E’en down to old age all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

“The soul that on Jesus still leans for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!”

George Keith

Fall Flowers in Tin Vase with I love to sing of Heav’n and I shall not want: in deserts wild

I love to sing of Heav’n,
Where white robed angels are;
Where many a friend is gathered safe
From fear, and toil, and care.

I love to think of Heav’n,
Where my Redeemer reigns;
Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,
In endless, joyous strains.

I love to think of Heav’n,
That promised land so fair;
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be forever there.

Chorus
There’ll be no sorrow there,
There’ll be no sorrow there;
In Heav’n above, where all is love,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

L. Hartsough

I shall not want: in deserts wild
Thou spread’st thy table for thy child;
While grace in streams for thirsting souls,
Through earth and heaven forever rolls.

I shall not want: my darkest night
Thy loving smile shall fill with light;
While promises around me bloom,
And cheer me with divine perfume.

I shall not want: thy righteousness
My soul shall clothe with glorious dress;
My blood-washed robe shall be more fair
Than garments kings or angels wear.

I shall not want: whate’er is good,
Of daily bread or angel’s food,
Shall to my Father’s child be sure,
So long as earth and heaven endure.

Charles F. Deems

White Roses with Work, for the night is coming, and I know not what awaits me,

Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro’ the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ‘mid springing flow’rs;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.

Work, for the night is coming,
Work, thro’ the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give ev’ry flying minute
Something to keep in store:
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, for the night is dark’ning,
When man’s work is o’er.

Annie L. Coghill

I know not what awaits me,
God kindly veils mine eyes,
And o’er each step of my onward way
He makes new scenes to rise;
And ev’ry joy He sends me, comes
A sweet and glad surprise.

One step I see before me,
‘Tis all I need to see,
The light of heav’n more brightly shines,
When earth’s illusions flee;
And sweetly through the silence, came
His loving “Follow Me."

O blissful lack of wisdom,
‘Tis blessed not to know;
He holds me with His own right hand,
And will not let me go,
And lulls my troubled soul to rest
In Him who loves me so.

So on I go not knowing,
I would not if I might;
I’d rather walk in the dark with God
Than go alone in the light;
I’d rather walk by faith with Him
Than go alone by sight.

Chorus
Where He may lead I’ll follow,
My trust in Him repose;
And ev’ry hour in perfect peace I’ll sing,
He knows, He knows,
And ev’ry hour in perfect peace I’ll sing,
He knows, He knows.

Mary J. Brainard

Poppies and Yellow Iris with Take the world, but give me Jesus,- and Our way is often rugged

Take the world, but give me Jesus,-
All its joys are but a name;
But His love abideth ever,
Thro’ eternal years the same.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
Sweetest comfort of my soul;
With my Savior watching o’er me,
I can sing tho’ billows roll.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
Let me view His constant smile.
Then thro’out my pilgrim journey
Light will cheer me all the while.

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
In His cross my trust shall be,
Till, with clearer, brighter vision,
Face to face my Lord I see.

Chorus
Oh, the height and depth of mercy!
Oh, the length and breadth of love!
Oh, the fullness of redemption,
Pledge of endless life above.

Fanny J. Crosby

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

Colorful Bottles and Yellow Iris with Here I can firmly rest and “A little while!” and He shall come

Here I can firmly rest;
I dare to boast of this,
That God, the highest and the best,
My Friend and Father is.

Naught have I of my own,
Naught in the life I lead;
What Christ hath given, that alone
I dare in faith to plead.

I rest upon the ground
Of Jesus and his blood;
It is through him that I have found
My soul’s eternal good.

At cost of all I have,
At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet shall save;
I will not turn from him.

His Spirit in me dwells,
O’er all my mind he reigns;
My care and sadness he dispels,
And soothes away my pains.

He prospers day by day
His work within my heart,
Till I have strength and faith to say,
Thou, God, my Father art!
 
     Paul Gerhardt, Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth

“A little while!” and He shall come;
The hour draws on apace,
The blessed hour, the glorious morn,
When we shall see His face:
How light our trials then will seem!
How short our pilgrim way!
Our life on earth a fitful dream,
Dispelled by dawning day!

“A little while!” with patience, Lord,
I fain would ask, “How long?”
For how can I with such a hope
Of glory and of home,
With such a joy awaiting me,
Not wish the hour were come?
How can I keep the longing back,
And how suppress the groan?

Yet peace, my heart! and hush, my tongue!
Be calm, my troubled breast!
Each passing hour is hast’ning on
The everlasting rest:
Thou knowest well-the time thy God
Appoints for thee is best:
The morning star will soon arise;
The glow is in the East.

Chorus
Then come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
In glory and in light!
Come take Thy longing children home,
And end earth’s weary night!

El. Nathan

Sunflowers in Orange Pottery with Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer and Pray, brethren pray

 (2 SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT VERSIONS)

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
The joys I feel, the bliss I share
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God, my Savior, shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my ev’ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

William W. Walford

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me, at my Father’s throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I’ll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise,
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!

William W. Walford

Pray, brethren pray,
The sands are falling;
Pray, brethren, pray,
God’s voice is calling,
Yon turret strikes the dying chime;
We kneel upon the edge of time.

Praise, brethren, praise,
The skies are rending;
Praise, brethren, praise,
The fight is ending,
Behold! the glory draweth near
The King Himself will soon appear.

Watch, brethren, watch,
The day is dying;
Watch, brethren, watch,
The Time is flying,
Watch as men watch the parting breath,
Watch as men watch for life or death.

Look, brethren, look,
The day is breaking;
Hark, brethren, hark,
The dead are waking,
With girded loins already stand-
Behold! the Bridegroom is at hand.

Refrain
Eternity is drawing nigh,
Eternity, Eternity,
Eternity is drawing nigh.

Horatius Bonar, D.D.

Still Life Before a Still Life Image with Beautiful valley of Eden! and Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Beautiful valley of Eden!
Sweet is thy noontide calm;
Over the heart of the weary,
Breathing thy waves of balm.

Over the heart of the mourner
Shineth thy golden day,
Wafting the songs of the angels
Down from the far away.

There is the home of my Savior;
There, with the blood-washed throng,
Over the highlands of glory,
Rolleth the great new song.

Refrain
Beautiful valley of Eden,
Home of the pure and blest,
How often amid the wild billows
I dream of thy rest, sweet rest.

Walter O. Cushing

Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee:
For the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flow’d,
Have of sin the double cure-
Cleans’d me from its guilt and pow’r.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill the law’s demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone-
Thou must save, and Thou alone!

Nothing in my hand to bring,
Simply to Thy cross to cling,
Naked came I, Lord, for dress,
Helpless, looked to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fount did fly-
Thou hast washed me, brought me nigh.

While I draw this fleeting breath-
Though my eyelids close in death-
When I rise to worlds unknown-
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee!

A. M. Toplady

Unknown Foliage and Green Containers with I can hear my Savior calling, and Jesus is our Shepherd

I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
“Take thy cross and follow, follow Me.”

I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
And go with me, with me all the way.

Refrain
Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

E. W. Blandly

Jesus is our Shepherd,
  Wiping ev’ry tear;
Folded in His bosom,
  What have we to fear?
Only let us follow
  Whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert,
  Or the dewy mead.

Jesus is our Shepherd:
  Well we know His voice-
How its gentlest whisper
  Makes our heart rejoice;
Even when He chideth,
  Tender is His tone:
None but He shall guide us;
  We are His alone.

Jesus is our Shepherd,
  For the sheep He bled;
Ev’ry lamb is sprinkled
  With the blood He shed;
Then on each He setteth
  His own secret sign,-
“They that have My Spirit,”
  “These,” saith He, “are Mine.”

Jesus is our Shepherd;
  Guarded by His arm,
Though the wolves may raven,
  None can do us harm;
Though we tread death’s valley,
  Dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil,-
  Victors o’er the tomb.

Hugh Stowell

White Roses and White Cosmos with O Master, let me walk with Thee and We wait for Thee, O Son of God

O Master, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

Help me the slow of  heart to move
By some clear, winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.

Teach me Thy patience! still with Thee
In closer, dearer company,
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong,

In hope that sends a shining ray
Far down the future’s broad’ning way,
In peace that only Thou canst give,
With Thee, O Master, let me live!

Washington Gladden

We wait for Thee, O Son of God,
  And long for Thine appearing;
“A little while,” Thou’lt come, O Lord,
  Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
  In joyful expectation,
  For Thou wilt bring salvation.

We wait for Thee, content to share,
  In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
  Our sin, reproach, denial,
And shall not we receive with Thee
  The cup of shame and sorrow,
  Until the promised morrow?

We wait for Thee; for Thou, e’en here,
  Hast won our heart’s affection;
In spirit still we find Thee near,
  Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light, and glory bright,
  We soon with joy shall greet Thee,
  And in the air shall meet Thee.

We wait for Thee-Thou wilt arise
  Whilst hope her watch is keeping;
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
  Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
  That ends our pilgrim story,
  In Thine eternal glory!

P. F. Hiller

Glads and Zinnias with How happy ev’ry child of grace, and He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,

How happy ev’ry child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiv’n!
“This earth!” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek a place in Heav’n,-
A country far from mortal sight,
Which yet by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saints’ delight,
The Heav’n prepared for me.”

O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heav’nly pow’rs,
And antedate that day.
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

O would He more of Heav’n bestow,
And let the vessels break,
And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at His grace
Thro’ all eternity!

Charles Wesley

He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
  And He is strong to save,-
He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
  And guides each drifting wave!
Though loud around the vessel’s prow
  The waves may toss and break,
Yet at His word they sink to rest,
  As on a tranquil lake!

He sitteth o’er the waterfloods
  When waves of sorrow rise,
And while He holds the bitter cup,
  He wipes the tearful eyes!
He knows how long the wilful heart
  Requires the chast’ning grief,
And, soon as sorrow’s work is done,
  ‘Tis He who sends relief!

He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
  As in the days of old,
When o’er the Saviour’s sinless head
  The waves and billows rolled!
Yes, all the billows pass’d o’er Him!
  Our sins-they bore Him down!
For us He met the crushing storm-
  He met th’ Almighty’s frown!

He sitteth o’er the waterfloods!
  Then doubt and fear no more,
For He who pass’d thro’ all the storms
  Has reached the heav’nly shore;
And ev’ry tempest-driven bark,
  With Jesus for its Guide,
Will soon be moored in harbor calm,
  In glory to abide!

Henry Bennett

with Fall Flowers in Blue Teapot with When you start for the land of heavenly rest and For pilgrims and strangers

When you start for the land of heavenly rest,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
For He is the Guide and He knows the way best,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

Never mind the storms or trials as you go,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
‘Tis a comfort and joy His favor to know,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

To be safe from the darts of the evil one,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
Take the shield of faith till the victory is won,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

We shall reach our home in Heaven by and by,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
Where to those we love we’ll never say goodbye,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

Chorus
Keep close to Jesus,
Keep close to Jesus,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
By day or by night never turn from the right;
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

John Lane

For pilgrims and strangers
  Who wearily roam,
‘Mid sorrows and dangers,
  There’s no place like home,
Where rest waits-the bosom
  Of God-head above--
And yields, in full blossom,
  The fragrance of love!

For sons whom a Father
  Soon hence, from the gloom,
About Him shall gather,
  There’s no place like home,
Where sunshine forever
  So beams from God’s face,
His children lack never
  The smile of His grace!

For hearts that discover,
  Aris’n from the tomb,
Their Lord and their Lover,
  There’s no place like home,
Where love’s tender story
  Shall reach its floodtide,
When Jesus in glory
  Receiveth His bride!

Before us Thou goest,
  Blest Saviour, - but come!
Thou knowest, Thou knowest
  There’s no place like home!
Our spirits require Thee,
  Here panting in pain,--
Our hearts, Lord, desire Thee
  As deserts the rain!

F. Allaben

Fall Morning Glories with There is a land our eyes shall see and I could not do without thee

There is a land our eyes shall see,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Where we shall dwell, dear Lord, with Thee,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

From care and toil we shall be free,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Eternal joy in Heav’n ‘t will be,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

Around the throne we’ll sing His praise,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Aloud the great hosannas raise,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

We’ll meet the loved ones gone before,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
To know and greet them as of yore,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

Chorus
Some sweet day, some sweet day,
We shall dwell in “Glory Land;”
Some sweet day, some sweet day,
With the ransomed we shall stand.

I. E. Reynolds

I could not do without thee,
O Savior of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness, thy pardon,
Thy sacrifice, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

I could not do without thee,
I cannot stand alone;
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But thou, beloved Savior,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power,
If leaning hard on thee.

I could not do without thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn silence,
The river must be passed;
But thou wilt never leave me,
And, tho’ the waves run high,
I know thou wilt be near me
And whisper, “It is I.”

Frances Ridley Havergal

Fresh Farm Eggs in a Regal Setting with In the land of fadeless day and Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it,

In the land of fadeless day
Lies the “city foursquare;”
It shall never pass away,
And there is “no night there.”

All the gates of pearl are made
In the “city foursquare;”
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is “no night there.”

And the gates shall never close
To the “city foursquare;”
There life’s crystal river flows,
And there is “no night there.”

There they need no sunshine bright,
In the “city foursquare;”
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is “no night there.”

Chorus
God shall “wipe away all tears;”
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears;
And they count not time by years,
For there is “no night there.”

John R. Clements

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed thro’ his infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell,
I know that the light of his presence
With me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of him all the day long,
I sing, for I cannot be silent,
His love is the theme of my song.

I know I shall see in his beauty,
The King in whose law I delight,
Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps,
And giveth me songs in the night.

I know there’s a crown that is waiting
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.

Refrain
Redeemed, redeemed, redeemed by the blood of the Lamb,
Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am.

Fanny J. Crosby

Fall Clouds and Fall Field with Ask what thou wilt, believing heart and “Forever with the Lord!

Ask what thou wilt, believing heart,
The answering time will come;
Pray and believe-that is thy part,
The answering time will come.

Ask in the name of Christ thy Lord,
The answering time will come;
Rest on the promise of His Word,
The answering time will come.

God’s Word is sure, it cannot fail,
The answering time will come;
The prayer of faith shall yet prevail,
The answering time will come.

God will not mock believing prayer,
The answering time will come;
He knows the burden thou dost bear,
The answering time will come.

Chorus
The answering time will come,
The answering time will come,
Tho’ dark the way, still trust and pray,
The answering time will come.

Mary B. Wingate

“Forever with the Lord!”
Amen, so let it be!...
Life from the dead is in that word,
‘Tis immortality.....

Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.

“Forever with the Lord!”
Father, if ‘tis thy will,
The promise of that faithful word,
E’en here to me fulfill.....

So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the throne,
“Forever with the Lord!”

James Montgomery

Green Dress and Cameo with Take the name of Jesus with you and We shall meet in that land far away,

Take the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe;
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then, where’er you go.

Take the name of Jesus ever
As a shield from ev’ry snare;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.

O the precious name of Jesus!
How it thrills our souls with joy,
When His loving arms receive us,
And His songs our tongues employ!

At the name of Jesus bowing,
Falling prostrate at His feet,
King of kings in Heav’n we’ll crown Him,
When our journey is complete.

Chorus
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of Heav’n;
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of Heav’n.

Mrs. Lydia Baxter

We shall meet in that land far away,
When this life and its cares are all o’er;
Where our King in his beauty we’ll see,
And go out from his presence no more.

Our dear Saviour we’ll meet over there,
O what rapture his face to behold!
We shall learn of the depths of his grace,
While eternity’s ages unfold.

Many friends we shall meet over there
Where the Lord hath prepared them a place;
O the joy that awaits you and me
When our loved ones we’ll see face to face.

O how happy we’ll be over there!
Sin and death will forever be past.
And we’ll join in the glad, glad new song,
And we’ll shout: “We are home, home at last!”

Chorus
In that land, in that land, in that beautiful land,
We shall meet on its bright golden shore.
In that beautiful land, in that far away land,
We shall meet, to be parted no more.

W. R. Cole

Vase Standing on Pillows with “He will guide me with His counsel!” and I have a hope divine, salvation’s joy is mine,

“He will guide me with His counsel!”
When the shadows cloud my way;
I will bring to Him my trials,
He can turn my night to day.

“He will guide me with His counsel;”
All the way to Him is known;
He will give me strength and wisdom,
For He careth for His own.

“He will guide me with His counsel”-
Wondrous Counselor is He!
Rest my soul, upon His promise
To make known His will to me.

“He will guide me with His counsel”
While I lean upon His arm;
He has promised grace sufficient,
Nothing, therefore, need alarm.

Chorus
“He will guide me with His counsel,”
Till this earthly life shall end;
Then to glory will receive me;
What a Saviour!  What a Friend!

Miriam E. Arnold

I have a hope divine, salvation’s joy is mine,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
With sins all washed away, my song shall be for aye,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

The blood once shed for me from guilt has set me free,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
Now through his saving name, eternal life I claim,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

While in this world I roam, I’m on my journey home,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
In realms of light and love my soul shall dwell above,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Where saintly throngs rejoice I’ll sing with grateful voice,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
Through all eternity my happy song shall be,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Chorus
Glory to the Lamb whom heavenly hosts adore!
Glory to the Lamb who suffering for us bore!
And now upon his throne he reigns for evermore,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Jennie Wilson

Single Double Daffodil with When the shadows ‘round you gather and “Abba, Father,” we approach Thee

When the shadows ‘round you gather,
When the day is long and drear,
In the morning, or at midnight,
Your best Friend is always near.

When your courage almost fails you,
When you need a word of cheer,
There is One who will not leave you:
Your best Friend is always near.

When your fondest hopes have perished,
When so freely falls the tear,
He who knows and feels your sorrow-
Your best Friend-is always near.

When the valley of the shadow
You are treading, do not fear;
One there is who will go with you:
Your best Friend is always near.

Refrain
Always near, always near,
Your best Friend is always near;
In your gladness, in your sadness,
Your best Friend is always near.

Isabel C. Allam

“Abba, Father,” we approach Thee
   In our Saviour’s precious name:
We, Thy children here assembling,
   Now the promised blessing claim.
From our guilt His blood has wash’d us,
  “Tis thro’ Him our souls draw nigh;
And Thy Spirit, too, has taught us
  “Abba, Father,” thus to cry.

Once as prodigals we wandered,
  In our folly, far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
  Rescued us from misery.
Clothed in garments of salvation,
  At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
  In the riches of Thy grace.

“Abba, Father,” we adore Thee,
  While the hosts in heav’n above
E’en in us now learn the wonders
  Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love.
Soon before Thy throne assembled,
  All Thy children shall proclaim
Abba’s love as shown in Jesus,
  And how full is Abba’s name!

James G. Deck

Clear Glass Plate, Quilt and Carnations with There are days so dark that I seek in vain and O could we speak the matchless worth -

There are days so dark that I seek in vain
For the face of my Friend Divine;
But tho’ darkness hide, He is there to guide
By the touch of His hand on mine.

There are times, when tired of the toilsome road,
That for ways of the world I pine;
But He draws me back to the upward track
By the touch of His hand on mine.

When the way is dim, and I cannot see
Thro’ the mist of His wise design,
How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns
By the touch of His hand on mine.

In the last sad hour, as I stand alone
Where the powers of death combine,
While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul
By the touch of His hand on mine.

Chorus
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!
There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,
In the touch of His hand on mine.

Jessie Brown Pounds


O could we speak the matchless worth -
O could we sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine,
To God and Christ what praise we’d bring!
The song which soon in heav’n will ring,
Extolling grace divine!
Extolling grace divine!

We’d sing the precious blood He split,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt -
From sin and wrath divine!
We’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heav’nly dress
Our souls shall ever shine!
Our souls shall ever shine!

We’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne!
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would through everlasting days
Make all His glories known!
Make all His glories known!

Soon that delightful day will come
When our dear Lord will bring us home
And we shall see His face!
Then with our Saviour, Lord, and Friend,
A blest eternity we’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace!
Triumphant in His grace!

Samuel Medley

Bird's Nest on Ceiling Light with I never fear when night is near and When all Thy mercies, O my God!

I never fear when night is near
And hard the hill to climb;
Enough for me if I but see
Just one step at a time.

Assured that He will care for me,
I’ll trust His love sublime,
And press along, with sigh, or song,
Just one step at a time.

His way I choose and shall not lose
The path to that fair clime,
For He will show the way to go,
Just one step at a time.

My trusting soul will reach the goal,
And hear the home bells chime,
Tho’ I but see, made bright for me,
Just one step at a time.

Chorus
Just one step at a time,
Just one step at a time;
Enough for me if I but see
Just one step at a time.

James Rowe
When all Thy mercies, O my God!
  My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
  I’m lost in wonder, love and praise.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
  My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
  That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through ev’ry period of my life
  Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And in eternal glory bright
  The precious theme renew.

Through all eternity, to Thee
  A joyful song I’ll raise:
But oh! eternity’s too short
  To utter all Thy praise!

Joseph Addison

Green Bottles and Purple Flowers with Look all around you, find some one in need, and And art Thou, gracious Master, gone

Look all around you, find some one in need,
Help somebody today!
Tho’ it be little-a neighborly deed-
Help somebody today!

Many are waiting a kind, loving word,
Help somebody today!
Thou hast a message, O let it be heard,
Help somebody today!

Many have burdens too heavy to bear,
Help somebody today!
Grief is the portion of some ev’rywhere,
Help somebody today!

Some are discouraged and weary in heart,
Help somebody today!
Some one the journey to Heaven should start,
Help somebody today!

Chorus
Help somebody today,
Somebody along life’s way;
Let sorrow be ended,
The friendless befriended,
Oh, help somebody today!

Mrs. Frank A. Breck
And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
  For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on Thy throne,
  And sit forever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.

Should we, to gain the world’s applause,
  Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,
  And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame would fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.

No; let this world cast out our name,
  And vile account us if it will;
If to confess our Lord be shame,
  Oh, then would we be viler still:
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.

What transports then will fill our heart
  When Thou our worthless names wilt own, -
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
  And know as we ourselves are known;
And then, from sin and sorrow free,
Find our eternal rest with Thee.

Thomas Kelly