Mums with I am held by God’s right hand and It was spoken for the Master

I am held by God’s right hand,
Roll, billows, roll!
I fear naught on sea or land, so
Roll, billows, roll!

What care I for rock or shoal?
Roll, billows roll!
All God’s host surround my soul, so
Roll, billows, roll!

Tho’ what Satan should assail,
Roll, billows, roll!
In God’s might I shall prevail, so
Roll, billows roll!

Oh, that you, my friend, could say
“Roll, billows, roll!
Christ is keeping me each day, so
Roll, billows, roll!”

Chorus
Roll, billows roll!
Roll, billows, roll!
Jesus is my anchor and
He’ll keep my soul from ev’ry foe;
So roll, billows roll!
Roll, billows roll!
Jesus is my anchor and
He’ll keep my soul.

J. P. Scholfield


It was spoken for the Master
Oh, how lovingly it fell!
It was uttered in a whisper,
Who had breathed it none could tell.
It was spoken for the Master,
Only just a little word,
But the chords that long had slumbered,
In a grief-worn heart were stirred.

Oh, we know not when we scatter,
Where the precious seed will fall,
But we work and trust in Jesus,
For he watcheth over all.
We may sow beside the waters,
Of affliction, it may be,
But the fruits of earnest labor
At the reaping we shall see.

When our busy toil is over,
From the vineyard when we go,
We shall find a store of blessings
That on earth we could not know.
We shall wonder at the brightness
Of the crowns we then shall wear,
But the Lord himself will tell us
Why he placed the jewels there.

Refrain
Gentle words of patient kindness,
Tho’ unheeded oft they seem,
To the fold of grace may gather
Souls of which we little dream.

Lizzie Edwards

Fallen Sparrow with Failing in strength when opprest by my foes and There’s naught on earth to rest on

Failing in strength when opprest by my foes,
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
Waiting for someone to banish my woes,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Why should I fear when the care billows roll?
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
When the deep shadows sweep o’er my soul,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Wounded and helpless and sick with distress,
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
Longing for home and a mother’s caress,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Chorus
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows
When I am tempted and tried by my foes;
He is the One who will keep me-
Somebody knows-’tis Jesus.

Alfred H. Ackley

There’s naught on earth to rest on,
All things are changing here;
The smiles of joy we gaze on;
The friends we hold so dear.
One Friend alone is changeless,
The One too oft forgot,
Whose love hath stood for ages,
For Jesus changeth not.

The sweetest flow’r that blooms here,
And sheds its fragrance round,
Ere ev’ning comes has withered,
And lies upon the ground.
The dark and dreary desert,
That hath not one green spot
Abounds in living pastures;
With him who changeth not.

Clouds oft o’ercast our sunshine,
So beautiful, so bright,
And while we still admire it,
It darkens into night.
One sky alone is cloudless,
Where darkness cometh not;
‘Tis found alone with Jesus,
For Jesus changeth not.

And friendship’s smile avails not
To cheer us here below,
For smiles are oft deceitful,
And lure to overthrow.
One smile alone can gladden,
Whate’er the pilgrim’s lot;
It is the smile of Jesus,
For Jesus changeth not.

And while stern time moves onward,
And nears eternity,
The hand of death brings changes
In ev’ry thing we see.
But faith has found a Savior
Whose promise faileth not;
Our life is hid with Jesus,
And Jesus changeth not.

Frederick Whitfield

Wild Looking Flowers with Savior, more than life to me and Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace

Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to Thee;
Let Thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near Thy side.

Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting Thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.

Let me love Thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.

Refrain
Ev’ry day, ev’ry hour,
Let me feel Thy cleansing pow’r;
May Thy tender love to me
Bind me closer, closer, Lord to Thee.

Fanny J. Crosby
Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace,
For his help adapted to each time and place,
For his promised presence all the pilgrim way,
For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day.

Praise for free forgiveness, power which makes us whole,
For his touch of healing, strengthening the soul,
For his gifts of kindness and his loving care,
For the best assurance that he answers prayer.

Praise him for the trials sent as chords of love,
Binding us more closely to the things above,
For the faith that conquers, hope that naught can dim,
For the land where loved ones gather home to him.

Chorus
Praise him, shining angels, on your harps of gold,
All his hosts adore him who his face behold,
Thro’ his great dominion, while the ages roll,
All his works shall praise him, all his works shall praise him,
All his works shall praise him; bless the Lord, my soul.

E. E. Hewitt

Bark of a Fallen Tree with In the harvest field there is work to do and I will praise the Lord today

In the harvest field there is work to do,
For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few;
And the Master’s voice bids the workers true
Heed the call that He gives today.

Crowd the garner well with the sheaves all bright,
Let the song be glad, and the heart be light,
Fill the precious hours, ere the shades of night
Take the place of the golden day.

In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward,
Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard;
For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared,
Drives the gloom from the darkest day.

Lo!  the Harvest Home in the realms above
Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove,
When the Master’s voice, in His words of love,
Calls away to eternal day.

Chorus
Labor on, labor on,
Keep the bright reward in view,
For the Master has said
He will strength renew;
Labor on till the close of day.

Dr. C. R. Blackall
I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord is good to me:
And his love appears as the sweetest gift,
‘Mid the blessings that I see.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his name is more than sweet:
And I gather strength for the toils of life
As I worship at his feet.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his word is life and love:
And the hope he gives is a blessed hope,
For it lifts my soul above.

I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord has ransomed me;
He has set his seal on this soul of mine,
That his glory I may see.

Chorus
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
And with my song will I praise him.

E. A. Barnes

Lone Sheep with Patient ‘neath Thy hand, Lord and Like a shepherd, tender, true

Patient ‘neath Thy hand, Lord,
Ever let me lie;
Thou the heav’nly Worker,
Clay to mold am I.
As the clay is fashioned
By the potter’s will,
So I wish to be, Lord,
Calm, submissive still.

Only Thou canst cleanse me
From my sins’ dark blight;
Only Thou canst fashion
Vessels pure and white.
“Vessels unto honor”
Some bright souls shall be;
In some humble station,
Lord, find place for me.

Ready for Thy service
If Thou choosest so;
Ready but to wait, Lord,
Till Thou sayest, “Go!”
O that Thou wouldst choose me
For Thy work today!
But, if not, then use me
In Thine own best way.

Chorus
I am in Thy hand, Lord,
And would not rebel,
For I surely know Thou
Doeth all things well.

Flora Kirkland

Like a shepherd, tender, true,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Daily finds us pastures new,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
If thick mists are o’er the way,
Or the flock ‘mid danger feeds,
He will watch them lest they stray,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

All along life’s rugged road
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Till we reach yon blest abode,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
All the way, before, He’s trod,
And He now the flock precedes,
Safe into the fold of God
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

Thro’ the sunlit ways of life
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Thro’ the warrings and the strife
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
When we reach the Jordan’s tide,
Where life’s bound’ry line recedes,
He will spread the waves aside,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

John R. Clements

Cat with I am thinking today of that glorious time and Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word

I am thinking today of that glorious time
When my soul shall have entered that Heaven-blest clime,
And the song of the ransomed shall fall on my ear,
Which sometimes I am heartsick and homesick to hear.

Only sinners redeemed by the blood of the Lamb,
Only those who thro’ great tribulation have come,
Have a part in the song which shall ring thro’ the skies
As the shouts of the ransomed in triumph arise.

So I long for the day when His face I shall see,
And from earth’s limitations my soul shall be free;
With no discordant note when His praises I’ll sing-
Hallelujahs forever to Jesus my King!

Chorus
Some day, some glorious day,
When my soul shall be free from this cumbersome clay,
I shall join the glad song of the glorified throng
To praise my Redeemer, some day, some day.

Mrs. C. H. Morris
Sweet are the promises, kind is the word;
Dearer far than any message man ever heard,
Pure was the mind of Christ, Sinless I see;
He the great example is, and pattern for me.

Sweet is the tender love Jesus hath shown;
Sweeter far than any love that mortals have known,
Kind to the erring one, Faithful is He;
He the great example is, and pattern for me.

List to His loving words, “Come unto Me;”
Weary, heavy-laden, there is sweet rest for thee,
Trust in His promises, Faithful and sure;
Lean upon the Savior, and thy soul is secure.

Chorus
Where He leads I’ll follow,
Follow all the way.
Where He leads I’ll follow,
Follow Jesus ev’ry day.

W. A. Ogden

Father's Bible with Hark, ‘tis the Master! He’s calling you today and Precious Bible! what a treasure

Hark, ‘tis the Master! He’s calling you today,
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Look for His footprints along the Heav’nward way,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
He who lives forevermore,
Trod this earthly path before,
Knows its dangers, knows it grief,
He will send your soul relief.

New fields of blessing will open to your view,
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Seeking His Spirit your daily strength renew,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
Pressing onward, glad and free,
Sweeter will His service be,
Richer His rewards of love,
Foretastes of the feast above.

What tho’ temptations may beckon you aside?
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Under His banner in loyalty abide,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
Tho’ the way seem hard and long,
Faith will sing her cheery song;
Soon we’ll lay the burdens down,
Then the palm, the harp, the crown.

Chorus
Follow, follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow, follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow, follow, follow on.

E. E. Hewitt
Precious Bible! what a treasure
  Does the word of God afford!-
All I want for life or pleasure,
  Food and medicine, shield and sword.
Let the world account me poor;
Having this, I need no more.

Food to which the world’s a stranger
  Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger;
  Though it fills, it never cloys;
On a dying Christ I feed;
He is meat and drink indeed.

When my faith is faint and sickly,
  Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
  Healing medicines, here I find;
To the promises I flee;
Each affords a remedy.

Newton

Peonies in Clear Vase with When in His beauty the King I shall see and When the port of heaven opens to a world redeemed from sin

When in His beauty the King I shall see,
Christ the Redeemer once wounded for me;
See Him who died on the cross for my sin,
That life eternal thro’ grace I might win;

See Him exalted in glory on high,
No more for sinners to suffer and die;
Nor more despised and rejected of men,
Living in glory, forever to reign;

What tho’ a pilgrim and stranger I roam?
I have a mansion in Heaven, my home;
There, while the ages unceasingly roll,
How I will praise Him for saving my soul!

Chorus
When I shall see Jesus
Some glorious day,
Earth’s sorrows forgotten,
Tears all wiped away;
For all of life’s toiling
‘Twill richly repay,
When I shall see Jesus
Some glorious day.

Mrs. C. H. Morris
When the port of heaven opens to a world redeemed from sin,
When the great arch foe is vanquished, and the victors enter in,
There will be a burst of triumph, like the sounding of the sea -
Like the voice of many waters shall that glorious anthem be.

There the harps shall thrill as harps were never known to thrill before,
And no voices shall be silent on that safe and happy shore,
But with glorious commingling shall the mighty anthem swell,
To the King of kings, and Lord of lords, who hath done all things well.

And when ceaseless ages shall have passed, with ages yet to come,
When from all of earthly sorrow free we rest within that home,
Still the chorus shall be pealing forth, unchanging, grand and free:
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us let eternal glory be!”

Refrain
Glory, glory to His name,
Now and evermore the same;
Let the ceaseless chorus be-
Christ, whose love has set me free.

Emma M. Johnston

Iris, Clear Glass and Marbles with When I need someone in time of grief and I know of a stream that floweth

When I need someone in time of grief,
Someone my cheer to be,
Jesus I choose, for He gives relief,
He is the best for me.

When I need someone to guide my soul
Over the stormy sea,
Always to Jesus I give control,
He is the best for me.

When I need help to defeat the foe,
Someone my shield to be,
Always to Jesus in faith I go,
He is the best for me.

When all my trials on earth are o’er,
And the dark stream I see,
Jesus shall bear me to yonder shore,
He is the best for me.

Chorus
I choose Jesus when I need a friend,
What I need I know that He will send;
I have proved Him, good and true is He;
I choose Jesus, He is the best for me.

James Rowe
I know of a stream that floweth
From the pierced and wounded side;
It matters not how full of sin,
There is cleansing in the tide.
Chorus
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
There is life in the stream that’s flowing
From precious Calvary.

I know of a Friend all pow’rful,
That can touch and make me whole;
It matters not how weak I am,
He will cleanse and save my soul.
Chorus
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
Of a Friend that is true and loving,
Who died on Calvary.

I know of a day that cometh,
When I’ll rest from toil and care;
Tho’ dark and drear the clouds may hang,
‘Twill be sunshine over there.
Chorus
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
Of a day that is surely coming,
When I Thy face shall see.

Mrs. E. W. Chapman

White Peonies in Brown Container with I’ve had a talk with Jesus and “Let me to Thy bosom fly,”

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
I’ve told Him all my care;
I’ve sought His blessed presence,
And dropped my burden there;
And when I knelt before Him,
I felt my spirit thrill
To hear His gentle whisper,
“I love thee; peace, be still.”

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
His promised peace to share;
We walked by healing waters
Thro’ pastures green and fair;
His arms of love were round me,
And blest indeed was I,
And oh, I dwelt in safety
With such a refuge nigh!

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
We held communion sweet;
I’ve laid my joys and sorrows,
Like Mary, at His feet-
I’ve told Him ev’ry longing
That throbbed within my breast;
He filled my soul with comfort,
And gave His peace and rest.

Chorus
O blest communion, pure and sweet,
To talk with Him is joy complete;
And oh, I love to steal away,
And talk with Jesus ev’ry day.

Ida Scott Taylor
“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Weak and wounded, like the bird;
Hear, oh, hear my earnest cry;
Let Thy pity be conferred.

“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Stormy waves around me roll;
Surges beating mountain high,
Threaten to engulf my soul.

“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Hallelujah! then I’ll sing;
Thro’ the blue arch of the sky,
Anthems loud and clear shall ring.

Chorus
“Let me to Thy bosom fly;”
Let my lips repeat the cry;
“While the tempest still is high,
Let me to Thy bosom fly.”

Mrs. E. W. Chapman

Prone Iris with True to my Savior I want to be and The law commands and makes us know

True to my Savior I want to be,
True to the Lamb who was slain for me;
This is my prayer as I homeward go:
True to my Savior in weal or woe.

True I would be to His love divine;
True to the hope of this soul of mine;
Whether be thorny or smooth the way,
True to my Savior by night and day.

True when rejoicing in heart and soul,
True when the billows of sorrow roll;
When I am tempted or when I am free,
True to my Savior my soul would be.

True I would be when the shadows fall,
True when expecting the final call;
True when my body shall lose its breath,
True to my Savior in life, in death.

Chorus
True, true to my Savior,
True, true to Him,
True, true I would be,
True to my Savior who died for me.

James RoweThe law commands and makes us know
What duties to our God we owe;
But ‘tis the gospel must reveal
Where lies our strength to do His will.

The law discovers guilt and sin,
And shows how vile our hearts have been;
Only the gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.

What curses does the law denounce
Against the man that fails but once!
But in the gospel Christ appears,
Pardoning the guilt of numerous years.

My soul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the law:
Fly to the hope the gospel gives:
The man that trust the promise, lives.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Winter Berries in Vase with Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul and Tell me the old, old story

Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul,
And toss you, and drift you about,
Don’t yield to temptation, let Jesus control,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When bent by the burden of trouble or care,
If you should be tempted to doubt,
Cling closer to Jesus and never despair,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When storms beat upon you, or foes overtake,
And friends do not hear when you shout,
The Lord will be near you and will not forsake,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Whatever betide you while here you remain,
Don’t go from the love lighted rout;
The blessing you need from the Lord you shall gain,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Chorus
Pray yourself out, pray yourself out,
Jesus, the Savior of love never doubt;
He will be near you, ready to hear you;
Pray, brother, pray yourself out.

D. R. Wade
Tell me the old, old story
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
  Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
  As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
  And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the story slowly,
  That I may take it in-
That wonderful Redemption
  God’s remedy for sin!
Tell me the story often,
  For I forget so soon!
The “early dew” of morning
  Has passed away at noon!

Tell me the story softly,
  With earnest tones, and grave;
Remember! I’m the sinner
  Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
  If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
  A comforter to me.

Tell me the same old story,
  When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
  Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory
  Is drawing on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
  “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

Chorus
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.

Katherine Hankey

Sheep and One Goat in Snow with I am safe from ev’ry storm and Souls of men, why will ye scatter

I am safe from ev’ry storm,
Christ doth love me so;
I am safe from ev’ry harm,
For my Lord I know.

I am safe when troubles come,
With my Savior near;
I am safe from Satan’s wiles,
For my prayer He’ll hear.

I am safe forevermore,
Thro’ the crimson flood;
I am safe and Christ I’ll see,
By His precious blood.

I am safe whate’er befall,
With a Friend so strong;
I am safe for Heav’n and home,
With the blood-washed throng.

Chorus
I am safe, I am safe,
For my Savior died for me;
I am safe, I am safe in Him,
In His likeness I shall be.

I. E. Reynolds
Souls of men, why will ye scatter
  Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts, why will ye wander
  From a love so true and deep?
Was there ever kindest shepherd
  Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Saviour who would have us
  Come and gather round His feet?

It is God:  His love looks mighty,
  But is mightier than it seems.
‘Tis our Father, and His fondness
  Goes far out beyond our dreams.
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
  Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
  Which is more than liberty.

There is no place where earth’s sorrows
  Are more felt than up in heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
  Have such kindly judgment given.
There is welcome for the sinner,
  And more graces for the good,
There is mercy with the Saviour;
  There is healing in His blood.

For the love of God is broader
  Than the measures of man’s mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
  Is most wonderfully kind.
But we make His love too narrow
  By false limits of our own,
And we magnify His strictness
  With a zeal He will not own.

There is plentiful redemption
  In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
  In the sorrows of the Head.
If our love were but more simple,
  We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
  In the sweetness of our Lord.   

 Rev. Frederick W. Faber 

Stormy Looking in the Country with How sweet is the love of my Savior! and O Jesus, Saviour of the lost

How sweet is the love of my Savior!
‘Tis boundless and deep as the sea;
And best of it all, it is daily
Growing sweeter and sweeter to me.

I know He is ever beside me!
Eternity only will prove
The height and the depth of His mercy,
And the breadth of His infinite love.

Wherever He leads I will follow,
Thro’ sorrow, or shadow, or sun;
And tho’ I be tried in the furnace,
I can say, “Lord, Thy will be it done.”

Some day face to face I shall see Him,
And oh, what a joy it will be
To know that His love, now so precious,
Will forever grow sweeter to me!

Chorus
Sweeter and sweeter to me,
Dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior,
Growing dearer each step of the way!

Chas. H. Gabriel
O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
  My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed,
  I seek Thy sheltering grace.

Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry,
  Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
  An outcast, take me home.

Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
  Let storms come on amain:
There danger never, never harms,
  There death itself is gain.

And when I stand before Thy Throne,
  And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
  To hide myself in Thee.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

Ivy Steps with So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King and Not to the terrors of the Lord

So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King,
His praise all the day long with rapture I sing;
To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling,
For He is so precious to me....

He stood at my heart’s door ‘mid sunshine and rain,
And patiently waited an entrance to gain;
What shame that so long He entreated in vain,
For He is so precious to me....

I stand on the mountain of blessing at last,
No clouds in the heavens a shadow to cast;
His smile is upon me, the valley is past,
For He is so precious to me....

I praise Him because He appointed a place,
Where, some day, thro’ faith in His wonderful grace,
I know I shall see Him-shall look on His face,
For He is so precious to me....

Chorus
For He is so precious to me,
For He is so precious to me;
‘Tis Heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
For He is so precious to me.

Chas. H. Gabriel
Not to the terrors of the Lord,
  The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
  Which God on Sinai spoke.

But we are come to Zion’s hill,
  The city of our God,
Where milder words declare His will,
  And spread His love abroad.

Behold the innumerable host
  Of angels clothed in light;
Behold the spirits of the just,
  Whose faith is turned to sight.

Behold the blest assembly there,
  Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the Judge of all, declares
  Their vilest sins forgiven.

The saints on earth, and all the dead,
  But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living Head,
  And of His grace partake.

In such society as this
  My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
  Must be forever blest.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Burgandy Violets and Teapot with Tho’ the way we journey may be often drear and Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness

Tho’ the way we journey may be often drear,
We shall see the King some day;
On that blessed morning clouds will disappear;
We shall see the King some day.

After pain and anguish, after toil and care,
We shall see the King some day;
Thro’ the endless ages joy and blessing share,
We shall see the King some day.

After foes are conquered, after battles won,
We shall see the King some day;
After strife is over, after set of sun,
We shall see the King some day.

There with all the loved ones who have gone before,
We shall see the King some day;
Sorrow past forever, on that peaceful shore,
We shall see the King some day.

Chorus
We shall see the King some day,
When the clouds have rolled away;
Gathered ‘round the throne,
When He shall call His own,
We shall see the King some day.

L. E. Jones
Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
‘Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,-
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,-
For me, ev’n for my soul, was shed.

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies-
Ev’n then, this shall be all my plea:
Jesus hath lived and died for me.

This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

O let the dead now hear Thy voice:
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

Nicolaus L. von Zinzendorf;
Tr. Rev. John Wesley

Watermelon and Blue Vases with The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin and O Thou, to whose all searching sight

The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin;
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Like sunshine at noonday, His glory shone in,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

No darkness have we who in Jesus abide,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
We walk in the Light when we follow our Guide,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

Ye dwellers in darkness, with sin blinded eyes,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Go, wash at His bidding, and light will arise,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

No need of the sunlight in Heaven, we’re told,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
The Lamb is the light in the city of gold,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

Chorus
Come to the Light, ‘tis shining for thee;
Sweetly the Light has dawned upon me,
Once I was blind, but now I can see:
The Light of the world is Jesus.

P. P. Bliss
O Thou, to whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, nor violence I fear,
Nor fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe;
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Saviour, where’er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

Count Nicolaus von Zinzendorf
Tr. Rev. John Wesley

Fall Flowers in Gold Color Containers with I fear the foe no more and Thank and praise Jehovah’s name

I fear the foe no more,
My doubts and fears are o’er,
For ev’ry day, along life’s way,
I walk secure and free.
My Savior and my Friend,
On whom I can depend,
He changes not, whate’er my lot,
And always cares for me.

He is a faithful Guide,
Who never leaves my side,
His love the light that breaks the night,
And bids the shadows flee.
Tho’ storm billows roll,
They cannot reach my soul,
For He who knows will soothe my woes,
And always care for me.

When time shall be no more,
And sorrow’s night is o’er,
What joy divine, what rapture mine,
When I that land shall see!
And with the saints pass in
Beyond the reach of sin,
Saved by His grace, I’ll see the face
Of Him who cares for me.

Chorus
He cares for me....
So true is He:
He’ll be my Friend till life shall end,
And always care for me.

F. Clark Perry
Thank and praise Jehovah’s name;
  For His mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
  To eternity endure.

Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
  Gathered out of ev’ry land,
As the people of His choice,
  Pluck’d from the destroyer’s hand.

In the wilderness astray,
  Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
  Far from refuge, shelter, home,-

Then unto the Lord they cry;
  He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
  Rescues them from all their fear.

To a pleasant land He brings,
  Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
  Through luxuriant valleys flow.

O that men would praise the Lord
  For His goodness to their race;
For the wonders of His word,
  And the riches of His grace.

James Montgomery

Iris and Books with No care up yonder, there the skies are fair and Thank God for the Bible, the book that we love

No care up yonder, there the skies are fair;
No tears up yonder, peace ev’rywhere;
No voice of weeping in that happy land,
No strife up yonder, God is in command.

No battles yonder, peaceful rivers flow;
No parting yonder, as here below;
No fear of evil stirs within the heart,
Thro’ endless ages friends ne’er have to part.

No longing yonder, hearts are satisfied,-
Nothing is wanting, no good denied;
Joy overflowing, souls are free from care,-
God’s full contentment waits for you up there.

Chorus
No care up yonder,-
God’s skies are fair;
No tears up yonder,-
Jesus is there.

J. P. Scholfield

Thank God for the Bible, the book that we love,
It tells us the will of our Father above;
A lamp for our feet, shining clearly and bright,
A light for our path ‘mid the darkness of night.

Thank God for the Bible, his letter so true,
With messages tender for me and for you;
Afar from our home, tho’ we sojourn awhile,
A welcome awaits us, a Father’s glad smile.

Thank God for the Bible, our guidebook to heav’n!
To keep us from straying, in love it is giv’n;
And if we but follow its teachings so plain,
Thro’ grace it will bring us with Jesus to reign.

Chorus
“Thank God for the Bible,” we joyfully sing,
The book of all others, the word of our King;
More precious by far than all riches of earth,
Thank God for this treasure of infinite worth.

Miriam E. Arnold

Peonies amd Gray Vase with The nearer I reach the end of life and Lord, dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”

The nearer I reach the end of life,
The sweeter is Home to me;
I long for the fragrant flow’rs that grow
On the banks of the Crystal Sea.

The nearer the fading of the leaf,
The brighter the colors grow;
I sigh, when the evening shadows fall,
For the light of the morning glow.

The nearer I reach the banks of bloom,
The fairer the breezes blow;
The nearer I reach the Fount of Love,
Then the sweeter the waters flow.

The nearer I reach the Morning Land,
The fairer the golden light;
My eyes in the gath’ring mists grow dim,
Then the clearer immortal light.

Chorus
Home, Home, Heavenly Home,
Fair are my dreams of thee;
The nearer I reach the end of time,
The sweeter thou art to me.

Jesse P. Tompkins

  Lord, dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”
  Then would I seize the golden hour:
I pray to be released from guilt,
  And freed from sin and Satan’s power.

  More of Thy presence, Lord, impart;
  More of Thine image let me bear:
Erect Thy throne within my heart,
  And reign without a rival there.

  Give me to read my pardon sealed,
  And from Thy joy to draw my strength:
O be Thy boundless love revealed
  In all its height, and breadth, and length.

  Grant these requests-I ask no more,
  But to Thy care the rest resign:
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
  All shall be well, if Thou art mine.

Rev. John Newton

Colorful Glass Shapes with When I fear my faith will fail and Jesus, these eyes have never seen

When I fear my faith will fail,
Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail,
He can hold me fast.

I could never keep my hold,
He must hold me fast;
For my love is often cold,
He must hold me fast.

I am precious in His sight,
He will hold me fast;
Those He saves are His delight,
He will hold me fast.

He’ll not let my soul be lost,
Christ will hold me fast;
Bought by Him at such a cost,
He will hold me fast.

Chorus
He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

Ada R. Habershon
  Jesus, these eyes have never seen
  That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
  Thy blessed face and mine.

  I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
  Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,
  As where I meet with Thee.

  Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
  When slumbers o’er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
  And charms my ravished soul.

  Yet though I have not seen, and still
  Must rest in faith alone;
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
  Unseen, but not unknown.

  When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
  And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
  All glorious as Thou art.

Rev. Ray Palmer

Peonies on Chair with When the early morning breaking and Dear Saviour, we are Thine

When the early morning breaking,
Slumber from my eyelids shaking,
Comes the blessed tho’t with waking,
I am in His keeping.
Day advances, labor bringing,
Care, her mantle ‘round me flinging,
Yet midst all my soul keeps singing,
I am in His care.

Sometimes dark clouds hang o’er me,
Not one step I see before me,
Still, my Savior, I adore Thee,
I am in His keeping.
I can trust His hand to guide me,
‘Neath His wings He’ll safely hide me,
And no harm can e’er betide me,
I am in His care.

Gentle eventide is nearing,
Light from Heaven disappearing,
Still the blessed tho’t so cheering,
I am in His keeping.
Now night’s curtains gather ‘round me,
Yet its dangers have not found me,
For His angel guards surround me,
I am in His care.

Chorus
I am in my Father’s keeping,
I am in His tender care;
Whether waking, whether sleeping,
I am in His care.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

  Dear Saviour, we are Thine,
  By everlasting bands;
Our names, our hearts, we would resign,
  And souls, into Thy hands.

  To Thee we still would cleave,
  With ever growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
  O let them ne’er prevail.

  Thy Spirit shall unite
  Our souls to Thee our Head;
Shall form us to Thy image bright,
  That we Thy paths may tread.

  Death may our souls divide
  From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near Thy side,
  Through all the gloomy way.

  Since Christ and we are one,
  Why should we doubt or fear?
Since He in heaven has fixed His throne,
  He’ll fix His members there.

Rev. Philip Doddridge

Daisies and Cosmos with I do not ask to see the way with Let me but hear my Saviour say

I do not ask to see the way
My feet will have to tread,
But only that my soul may feed
Upon the living bread:
‘Tis better far that I should walk
By faith close to His side;
I may not know the way I go,
But oh, I know my Guide.

And if my feet would go astray,
They cannot, for I know
That Jesus guides my falt’ring steps,
As joyfully I go:
And though I may not see His face,
My faith is strong and clear
That in each hour of sore distress
My Savior will be near.

I will not fear, tho’ darkness come
Abroad o’er all the land,
If I may only feel the touch
Of His own loving hand:
And though I tremble when I think
How weak I am, how frail,
My soul is satisfied to know
His love can never fail.

Chorus
His love can never fail,
His love can never fail;
My soul is satisfied to know
His love can never fail.

E. S. Hall

 

Let me but hear my Saviour say,

“Strength shall be equal to thy day!”
Then I shall rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

I glory in infirmity,
That Christ’s own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

I can do all things-or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While His own hand my head sustains.

     Rev. Isaac Watts

Yellow Roses with In tenderness He sought me and Upward where the stars are burning

In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders bro’t me,
Back to His fold again,
While angels in His presence sang
Until the courts of Heaven rang.

He washed the bleeding sin wounds,
And poured in oil and wine;
He whispered to assure me,
“I’ve found thee, thou art Mine;”
I never heard a sweeter voice,
It made my aching heart rejoice!

He pointed to the nail prints,
For me His blood was shed,
A mocking crown so thorny,
Was placed upon His head:
I wondered what He saw in me,
To suffer such deep agony.

I’m sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.

So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I’m waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call us to His side,
To be with Him, His spotless bride.

Chorus
Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that bro’t me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that bro’t me to the fold!

W. Spencer Walton

 

Upward where the stars are burning,

Silent, silent in their turning,
  Round the never changing pole;
Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,
  Lift I now my longing soul.

Far above that arch of gladness,
Far beyond these clouds of sadness,
  Are the many mansions fair.
Far from pain and sin and folly,
In that palace of the holy
  I would find my mansion there.

Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted:
  Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of man, they crown, they crown him;
Son of God, they own, they own him;
  With his name the palace rings.

Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
  Lay we at his blessed feet.
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,
  When before his throne we meet.

Horatius Bonar

Daffodils and Soon will our Savior from Heaven appear and Lord, it belongs not to my care

Soon will our Savior from Heaven appear;
Sweet is the hope and its power to cheer;
All will be changed by a glimpse of His face-
This is the goal at the end of our race!

Loneliness changed to reunion complete,
Absence exchanged for a place at His feet,
Sleeping ones raised in a moment of time,
Living ones changed to His image sublime!

Sunrise will chase all the darkness away,
Night will be changed to the brightness of day,
Tempest will change to ineffable calm,
Weeping will change to a jubilant psalm!

Weakness will change to magnificent strength,
Failure will change to perfection at length,
Sorrow will change to unending delight,
Walking by faith change to walking by sight!

Chorus
Oh, what a change, Oh, what a change,
When I shall see His wonderful face!
Oh, what a change, Oh, what a change,
When I shall see His face!

Ada R. Habershon

Lord, it belongs not to my care
  Whether I die or live;
To love and serve thee is my share,
  And this thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad
  That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
  To soar to endless day?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
  Than he went through before;
No one into his kingdom comes
  But through his opened door.

Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
  Thy blessed face to see;
For if thy work on earth be sweet,
  What will thy glory be?

My knowledge of that life is small,
  The eye of faith is dim;
But ‘tis enough that Christ knows all,
  And I shall be with him.

Richard Baxter

Cosmos with There's no friend to me like Jesus and Grace! 'tis a charming sound

There’s no friend to me like Jesus,
He my ev’ry need supplies;
He not only saves but keeps me,
Nothing good from me denies.

All, yes, all to me is Jesus,
Blest Redeemer, Savior, Guide,
And from ev’ry foe defends me,
And in Him I’ll ever hide.

I will never cease to love Him,
He who died to set me free;
Now in Him I am abiding,
And some day His face I’ll see.

Chorus
Yes, in Him I’m fully trusting,
Yes, thro’ Him I’ll conquer all;
For I know He saves and keeps me,
And He’ll never let me fall.

M. J. Babbitt

Grace! ‘tis a charming sound,
  Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
  And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
  To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
  Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace led my roving feet
  To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
  While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown,
  Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
  And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge

Cosmos and other Flowers with I want my life to glorify my Lord and King and There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known

I want my life to glorify my Lord and King;
I want to please and honor Him in ev’rything;
I want my life to tell men that He is my Guide;
I want the world to know He’s walking by my side.

Oh, that my life might magnify the Savior’s pow’r;
Oh, that my deeds might witness to His grace each hour;
Oh, that my words might magnify His holy name,
So let my heart and voice His mighty pow’r proclaim.

I want my life to testify that He can save;
I want to help to make His crimson banner wave;
I want to tell the blessed story ev’ry day;
I want to be a light to others on their way.

Chorus
I want to live as Jesus lives, I want to love as Jesus loved,
I want to serve and honor Him and please Him in ev’rything;
I want to live as Jesus lived, I want to love as Jesus loved,
I want my life to testify that He’s my Lord and King.

J. P. Scholfield

There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
Oh, that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here.

But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy blood-washed throng;
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them, “well done.”

So, although I’m no an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

Peach Colored Roses with I know my heav'nly Father knows and God moves in a mysterious ways

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
But He can drive the clouds away,
And turn my darkness into day,
And turn my darkness into day.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The balm I need to soothe my woes;
And with His touch of love divine,
He heals this wounded soul of mine,
He heals this wounded soul of mine.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
How frail I am to meet my foes,
But He my cause will e’er defend,
Uphold and keep me to the end,
Uphold and keep me to the end.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The hour my journey here will close,
And may that hour, O faithful Guide,
Find me safe sheltered by Thy side,
Find me safe sheltered by Thy side.

Chorus
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows
And tempers ev’ry wind that blows.

S. M. I. Henry

 God moves in a mysterious way
  His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
  And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
  The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
  With blessing on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
  But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
  He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
  Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
  But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
  And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
  And he will make it plain.

William Cowper

Tiger Lilies and Tho' He may call me to go the valley thro' and also Lo! the storms of life are breaking

Tho’ He may call me to go the valley thro’,
Jesus is my Leader and to Him I”ll be true;
Where’er He leadeth I’ll follow and obey;
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

Over the ocean if He should bid me go,
I’ll follow His leading and seek His will to know;
Trusting my pilot, I’ll go without delay,
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

I shall not question the leading of my King,
I’ll go where He leads me, with joy I’ll serve and sing;
Trusting His wisdom, I’ll follow day by day,
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

Chorus
When Jesus leads I’ll follow all the way,
When Jesus speaks I’ll do as He shall say;
When Jesus calls.....I’ll go without delay,
Wherever He leads I’ll follow all the way.

J. P. Scholfield

 Lo! the storms of life are breaking,

Faithless fears our hearts are shaking;
For our succour undertaking,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

Lo! the world from thee rebelling,
Round thy church, in pride is swelling;
With thy word their madness quelling,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

On thine own command relying,
We our onward task are plying,
Unto thee for safety sighing,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

By thy birth, thy cross, thy passion,
By thy tears of deep compassion,
By thy mighty intercession,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

Henry Alford