Zinnias, Dried Roses with Just lean upon Jesus and Saviour, blessed Saviour

Just lean upon Jesus;
He’ll help you along,
And brighten your pathway
With many a song,
Glad songs of rejoicing
Because he is near,
So mighty to save you,
So willing to cheer.

Just lean upon Jesus,
In service perplexed,
And ask him to show you
The work that comes “next;”
Then simply obeying,
Results leave with him;
His arm is unfailing,
His eye never dim.

Just lean upon Jesus,
And bring ev’ry care,
Tho’ trifling or heavy,
To him, who hears pray’r.
He tells you so kindly
In him to confide,
O trust him most fully,
There’s joy at his side.

Just lean upon Jesus
When troubles dismay;
He counts ev’ry footstep
That leads up to Day.
So near “the Beloved”
No ill need affright;
The valley of shadow
His presence makes bright.

Chorus
Just lean upon Jesus,
Dear child of his care;
Just lean upon Jesus,
Your burden he’ll share.
                                    E. E. Hewitt


Saviour, blessed Saviour,
  Listen while we sing,
Hearts and voices raising
  Praises to our King;
All we have we offer;
  All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,
  All we yield to Thee.

Nearer, ever nearer,
  Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration
  Bending low the knee;
Thou for our redemption
  Cam’st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,
  Hast gone up on high.

Great, and ever greater
  Are Thy mercies here,
True and everlasting
  Are the glories there;
Where no pain nor sorrow,
  Toil nor care is known,
Where the angel legions
  Circle round Thy throne.

Brighter still, and brighter,
  Glows the western sun,
Shedding all its gladness
  O’er our work that’s done;
Time will soon be over,
  Toil and sorrow past,
May we, blessed Saviour,
  Find a rest at last!

Onward, ever onward,
  Journeying o’er the road
Worn by saints before us,
  Journeying on to God!
Leaving all behind us,
  May we hasten on,
Backward never looking
  Till the prize is won.

Higher, then, and higher,
  Bear the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
  Saviour, to its goal;
Where in joys unthought of
  Saints with angels sing,
Never weary, raising
  Praises to their King.

Rev. Godfrey Thring

Fog with I’ve been reading a message so sweet and so wonderful and When the mists have rolled in splendor

I’ve been reading a message so sweet and so wonderful,
From our Father above to his children below;
And it tells me his heart is still tender and merciful,
That his love not a shadow of changing can know.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

And it tells of the beautiful city of jasper walls,
With its bright gates of pearl and its streets of pure gold;
They’ve no need of the sun, for the shade of night never falls,
And these manifold splendors I soon shall behold.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

And I read that while here in this world full of pain and woes,
I may cast upon him ev’ry burden and care,
And my heart strangely warms when I feel that my Father knows;
That his arms are around me, my trials to share.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

So I’m watching and waiting until he shall call for me,
And the sound of his voice I am longing to hear;
Then my spirit shall rise, evermore with my Lord to be,
And the word he has giv’n is my comfort while here.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

Chorus
Then let praises be giv’n to our Father in heav’n
For his wonderful message from home;
There is naught in this world half so dear to my heart
As this letter from “home, sweet home.”
                                    Mrs. C. H. Morris
When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight fall in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.

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

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

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

Annie Herbert, arr

Antique Vase, Fall Leaves with There is rest, there is peace in the promise and I hear the words of love

There is rest, there is peace in the promise
Of Jesus, my Savior and King:
Tho’ the storm clouds the pathway may darken,
In triumph his praises I sing;
For his love thro’ each sorrow doth cheer me,
His promise unfailing is mine;
Thro’ each peril he ever is near me
To guard by his power divine.

There is rest, there is peace in the promise
That never, no never grows old;
There is comfort and hope for the weary,
And blessings that cannot be told;
For the Lord who hath promised is faithful,
And able, and willing to do
All the things which his pure lips have spoken
To those who are humble and true.

There is rest, there is peace in the promise
Of Jesus, my Savior and Friend;
For his blessings are free and unceasing,
His mercies our footsteps attend;
He is with us thro’ all of life’s journey,
He knoweth the way that we take;
With his eye he doth guide and direct us,
Still faithful tho’ others forsake.

Chorus
There is rest, there is peace in the promise,
There is joy in the love of my King,
So with gladness his footsteps I follow,
And ever his praises I sing.
                                 Ida L. Reed  I hear the words of love,
  I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice,
  And I have peace with God.

  ‘Tis everlasting peace,
  Sure as Jehovah’s name;
‘Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
  For evermore the same.

  The clouds may go and come,
  And storms may sweep my sky;
This blood-sealed friendship changes not,
  The cross is ever nigh.

  I change-He changes not;
  The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting-place;
  His truth, not mine, the tie.

  My love is oftimes low,
  My joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same,
  No change Jehovah knows.

Rev. Horatius Bonar

Cosmos, Assorted Blossoms with How do I know there’s pardon and O HELP us, Lord; each hour of need

How do I know there’s pardon
For sins as great as mine?
Why, thro’ the clouds of midnight,
Should love’s bright splendor shine?
Because he came to save me;
The Shepherd’s voice I heard;
Snow-white the blood is cleansing,
‘Tis written in the Word.

How do I know his blessing
Avails from day to day?
His grace for ev’ry duty,
His guidance for the way?
Because he clothes the lily,
He feeds the hungry bird,
And for my need he careth;
‘Tis written in the Word.

How do I know that sorrow
Shall yield to joys supreme?
That wintry storms shall vanish
Before springs sunny gleam?
That life shall be uplifted
To brighter realms transferred?
All glory be to Jesus!
‘Tis written in the Word.

Chorus
‘Tis written in the Word,
Book of truth divine;
I’ll praise the Lord forever for ev’ry precious line;
‘Tis written in the Word,
Eternal life conferred
On all who now believe in Jesus.
                         E. E. Hewitt

  O help us, Lord; each hour of need
  Thy heavenly succor give:
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
  Each hour on earth we live.

  O help us when our spirits bleed,
  With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
  O help us, Lord, the more.

  O help us, through the prayer of faith
  More firmly to believe;
For still, the more the servant hath,
  The more shall he receive.

  O help us, Jesus, from on high;
  We know no help but Thee:
O help us so to live and die
  As Thine in heaven to be.

Rev. Henry H. Milman

My Dog with What are you doing for Jesus and Quiet, Lord, my froward heart

What are you doing for Jesus,
As you journey thro’ life?
Sowing the grain for the harvest,
Or scattering seeds of strife?

What are you doing for Jesus?
Are you striving each day,
By little acts of kindness,
To brighten someone’s way?

What are you doing for Jesus?
Soon comes setting of sun;
Hasten to tell the glad tidings,
Lest you leave some work undone.

Chorus
What are you doing,
As the days go by?
What are you doing,
Doing for Jesus?
What are you doing,
As the days go by?
                               Emily P. Miller
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
  Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
  Make me as a weaned child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

What Thou shalt to-day provide,
  Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
  Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
‘Tis enough that Thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?

As a little child relies
  On a care beyond his own,
Knows he’s neither strong nor wise,
  Fears to stir a step alone,-
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, guard, and guide.

Thus preserved from Satan’s wiles,
  Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles,
  Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father’s boundless love.

Rev. John Newton

Sunrise in Country with Watchman, tell us of the night and My God, the spring of all my joys

Watchman, tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are:
Trav’ler, o’er yon mountain’s height,
See that glory beaming star;
Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Trav’ler, yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

Watchman, tell us of the night,
Higher yet that star ascends:
Trav’ler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.
Watchman, will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Trav’ler, ages are its own,
See, it bursts o’er all the earth.

Watchman, tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn:
Trav’ler, darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home;
Trav’ler, lo, the Prince of Peace,
Lo, the Son of God is come.
                         John Bowring
  My God, the spring of all my joys,
  The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
  And comfort of my nights!

  In darkest shades if He appear,
  My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s bright morning star,
  And He my rising sun.

  The opening heavens around me shine
  With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
  And whispers, I am His.

  My soul would leave this heavy clay,
  At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
  T’ embrace my dearest Lord.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Clouds, Flowers with I know that my Redeemer liveth and Come, let our hearts and voices join

I know that my Redeemer liveth,
And on the earth again shall stand;
I know eternal life he giveth,
That grace and pow’r are in his hand.

I know his promise never faileth,
The word he speaks, it cannot die;
Tho’ cruel death my flesh assaileth,
Yet I shall see him by and by.

I know my mansion he prepareth,
That where he is there I shall be;
O wondrous tho’t, for me he careth,
And he at last will come for me.

Chorus
I know, I know that Jesus liveth,
And on the earth again shall stand;
I know, I know that life he giveth,
That grace and pow’r are in his hand.
                        Jessie Brown Pounds
  Come, let our hearts and voices join
  To praise the Saviour’s name;
Whose truth and kindness are divine,
  Whose love’s a constant flame.

  When most we need His gracious hand
  This friend is always near;
With heaven and earth at His command,
  He waits to answer prayer.

  His love no end nor measure knows,
  No change can turn its course;
Immutably the same it flows,
  From one eternal source.

  When frowns appear to veil His face,
  And clouds surround His throne;
He hides the purpose of His grace,
  To make it better known.

  And when our dearest comforts fall,
  Before His sovereign will,
He never takes away our all;
  Himself He gives us still.

Rev. Joseph Swain

Rose Fence with We will sing the old, old story and Do not I love Thee, O my Lord

We will sing the old, old story,
Tho’ you ask for something new;
‘Tis our passport home to glory;
Jesus died for me and you.

We will sing his great salvation,
Sing of Christ, and him alone,
Till in ev’ry clime and nation
His beloved name is known.

Yes, we’ll sing the old, old story,
O’er and o’er the song repeat,
Till we see the King in glory,
Kneeling at his blessed feet.

Chorus
Yes, we’ll sing the old, old story,
Ever old and ever new,
How the Lord of life and glory,
Came to save both me and you.
                                  Mary R. Tilden
  Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
  Behold my heart, and see,
And turn each hateful idol out,
  That dares to rival Thee.

  Do not I love Thee from my soul?
  Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy
  Which Thou dost not approve.

  Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
  I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face
  I fear Thy cause to plead?

  Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord?
  But O I long to soar,
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
  That I may love Thee more.

Rev. Philip Doddridge

Snowy Field with Troubled art thou? oh, be of good cheer and WHEN cold our hearts, and far from Thee

Troubled art thou? oh, be of good cheer;
Go and tell Jesus, he ever is near;
No anguish so deep, no trouble so dark,
But Jesus can bid it forever depart.

Tempted art thou? the Lord will provide
A way of escape; keep close to his side;
In watching and pray’r, by looking to him,
A crown of rejoicing, a vict’ry you’ll win.

Doubting art thou? examine thine heart,
Perhaps from the Savior you’re prone to depart;
Your love growing cold, your faith getting weak,
Repair to thy closet, with Jesus go speak.

Weary art thou, press on in the way,
Strength shall be given to thee with the day;
The burdens of life, if patiently borne,
Give place unto rest at the break of the morn.

Chorus
Go and tell Jesus, he ever is near;
Go and tell Jesus, have nothing to fear;
No anguish so deep, no trouble so dark,
But Jesus can bid it forever depart.
                        Abner F. Bowling


When cold our hearts, and far from Thee
  Our wandering spirits stray,
And thoughts and lips move heavily,
  Lord, teach us how to pray.

Too vile to venture near Thy Throne,
  Too poor to turn away;
Our only voice,-Thy Spirit’s groan,-
  Lord, teach us how to pray.

We know not how to seek Thy face,
  Unless Thou lead the way;
We have no words, unless Thy grace,
  Lord, teach us how to pray.

Here every thought and fond desire
  We on Thine altar lay;
And when our souls have caught Thy fire,
  Lord, teach us how to pray.

Rev. John S. B. Monsell

Cabin with When on life’s journey I weary and One there is, above all others

When on life’s journey I weary,
When all looks dark on before,
Trustful I come with my trials,
And Jesus and I talk them o’er.

Hushed is the voice of temptation,
Vanished the burdens I bore,
Gone is the heartache and sorrow
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.

His presence fills me with gladness,
His love my peace doth restore,
Quickly my troubles are scattered
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.

Life grows the brighter and sweeter,
Gladness is mine more and more
When I tell him all my longings,
And Jesus and I talk them o’er.

Chorus
Jesus and I talk them o’er,
Jesus and I talk them o’er,
Scattered each fear,
Ills disappear
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.
     L. E. Jones, alt.

  One there is, above all others,
  Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
  Costly, free, and knows no end:
They, who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

  Which of all our friends, to save us,
  Could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
  Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.

  When He lived on earth abased,
  “Friend of sinners” was His name;
Now above all glory raised,
  He rejoices in the same.
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

  Could we bear from one another
  What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
  Loves us though we treat Him thus:
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.

  O for grace our hearts to soften!
  Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
  What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

Rev. John Newton

Winter with The way that leads us heav’nward and How tedious and tasteless the hours

The way that leads us heav’nward
Is often rough and steep;
We struggle in the darkness,
And sometimes pause to weep;
Then comes a thought to comfort
The heart, discouraged grown,
He who trod Calv’ry’s pathway
Never will leave thee alone.

Then, thinking of the burden
He bore up Calv’ry’s hill,
We cease our weak complaining,
Our lips, for shame, are still,
And hearts that pain has tortured
Forget to make their moan,
Rememb’ring him who promised
Never to leave us alone.

Oh, soul, hast thou forgotten
The message wondrous sweet
Of him who left behind him
The print of bleeding feet?
“I never will forsake thee!
Dear child, when weary grown,
Remember I have promised
Never to leave thee alone.”

Take courage, way worn pilgrim!
Tho’ mists and shadows hide
The face of Christ who loves thee,
He’s ever at thy side.
Reach out thy hand to find him,
And lo!  the mists have flown-
He smiles, and whispers softly,
“Never to leave thee alone.”

Chorus
No, never alone,
No, never alone!
He promised never to leave thee,
Never to leave thee alone.
                      Eben E. Rexford
  How tedious and tasteless the hours,
  When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow’rs,
  Have lost all their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
  The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
  December’s as pleasant as May.

  His name yields the richest perfume,
  And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
  And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were He always thus nigh,
  Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
  My summer would last all the year.

  Content with beholding His face,
  My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
  Would make any change in my mind.
While blessed with a sense of His love,
  A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
  If Jesus would dwell with me there.

  Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
  If Thou art my sun and my song;
Say, why do I languish and pine,
  And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky,
  Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto Thee on high,
  Where winter and clouds are no more.

     Rev. John Newton

Flowering Quince with “Have faith in God,” the Savior said and Your harps, ye trembling saints

“Have faith in God,” the Savior said:
He saw the path that we must tread,
The frequent thorn, the fading flow’r,
The joy or pain of ev’ry hour.

Have faith in God tho’ clouds arise
And overspread the glowing skies;
Tho’ sun and stars grow dim and pale,
His boundless love shall never fail.

Have faith in God:  a father’s heart
Would to his child all good impart;
Much more will he regard the pray’r
Of those who cast on him their care.

Have faith in God:  his word divine
By day and night shall brightly shine,
Until we pass the gates of light
And faith shall yield to blissful sight.

Chorus
O blessed faith!  Its song of cheer
Revives our hope, dispels our fear;
The Shepherd’s staff, The Shepherd’s rod
Still lead us on; have faith in God.
                         E. E. Hewitt
  Your harps, ye trembling saints,
  Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine,
  Bid ev’ry string awake.

  Though in a foreign land,
  We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
  We every moment come.

  His grace will to the end
  Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come
  Shall quench the love divine.

  Soon shall our doubts and fears
  Subside at His control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
  The midnight of the soul.

  Blest is the man, O God,
  That stays himself on Thee;
Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord,
  Shall Thy salvation see.

Rev. Augustus M. Toplady

Candle, Flowers with You’re sighing today ‘neath a burden of care and O Love that wilt not let me go

You’re sighing today ‘neath a burden of care,
‘Tis more than your sad, fainting spirit can bear,
Don’t seek from the future new trouble to borrow,
But leave in Christ’s hand the keys of tomorrow.

Your way may be clouded, your future concealed,
And scarcely the present is clearly reveal’d;
‘Twill strengthen in weakness and comfort in sorrow
To leave in Christ’s hand the keys of tomorrow.

Don’t take anxious tho’t for your raiment and food,
Your Father will give you whatever is good;
No lines of despair on his brow will e’er furrow
Who leaves in Christ’s hand the keys of tomorrow.

Chorus
Then lift up your head, tho’ your eyelids are wet;
The clouds may be dark, but the sun’s shining yet;
Trust fully in Jesus and banish your sorrow,
And leave in his hands the keys of tomorrow.
                                          H. J. Zelley
O Love that wilt not let me go,
  I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
  May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
  I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
  May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
  I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
  That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
  I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
  Life that shall endless be.

Rev. George Matheson

Green Cross on Door with I was poor as the poorest, outcast from the fold and Thou very present Aid

I was poor as the poorest, outcast from the fold,
I sank by the wayside with hunger and cold;
But he bade me look up, all his riches behold;
O the wealth of the world is Jesus.

I was poor as the poorest, I shrank from the throng,
I hid in the darkness that dwelt with me long;
But he came like the morning with sunlight and song,
Now the light of my life is Jesus.

I was poor as the poorest, I wandered alone,
No dwelling had I, and my pillow a stone;
But I heard someone whisper, “My child, still my own;”
Now the peace of my heart is Jesus.

I was poor as the poorest, he came from the sky
With love that was deathless, for sinners to die;
And he bled on the cross, and my heart said, “’Tis I;”
Now the love in my soul is Jesus.

I was poor as the poorest, till Jesus stooped low
And washed all my sins of the whiteness of snow;
And so that is the reason I love him, you know;
O the wealth of the world is Jesus.

Chorus
I was poor as the poorest outcast from the fold,
But he gave me great treasure of silver and gold;
And a mansion above that will never grow old,
For the wealth of the world is Jesus.
                        Frank H. Mashaw

  Thou very present Aid
  In suff’ring and distress,
The mind which still on Thee is stayed,
  Is kept in perfect peace.

  The soul by faith reclined
  On the Redeemer’s breast,
‘Mid raging storms, exults to find
  An everlasting rest.

  Sorrow and fear are gone,
  Whene’er Thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan’s moan,
  And dries the widow’s tears.

  It hallows every cross;
  It sweetly comforts me;
It makes me now forget my loss,
  And lose myself in Thee.

  Jesus, to whom I fly,
  Doth all my wishes fill;
What though created streams are dry?
  I have the fountain still.

  Stripped of each earthly friend,
  I find them all in one,
And peace and joy which never end,
  And heaven, in Christ, begun.

Rev. Charles Wesley

Rocks with Tho’ faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way and ‘Tis by the faith of joys to come

Tho’ faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay;
Tho’ suff’ring, and sorrow, and trial be near,
The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear?
The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear?

He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;
The weak and oppress’d, he will hear their complaint;
The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
But how can we falter? our help is in God!
But how can we falter? our help is in God!

And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads:
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds!
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,
And brings back the wand’rers all safe from the snares,
And brings back the wand’rers all safe from the snares.

Tho’ clouds may surround us, our God is our light;
Tho’ storms rage around us, our God is our might;
So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we come;
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven our home!
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven our home!
                        John N. Darby  ‘Tis by the faith of joys to come,
  We walk thro’ deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heav’n our home,
  Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

  The want of sight she well supplies;
  She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant world she pries,
  And brings eternal glories near.

  Cheerful we tread the desert through,
  While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
  And rocks and dangers fill the way.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Bird in Snow with There’s a dark and a troubled side of life and Come, Lord, and tarry not

There’s a dark and a troubled side of life;
There’s a bright and a sunny side, too;
Tho’ we meet with the darkness and strife,
The sunny side we also may view.

Tho’ the storm in its fury break today,
Crushing hopes that we cherished so dear,
Storm and cloud will in time pass away,
The sun again will shine bright and clear.

Let us greet with a song of hope each day,
Tho’ the moments be cloudy or fair;
Let us trust in our Savior alway,
Who keepeth ev’ry one in his care.

Chorus
Keep on the sunny side,
Always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life;
It will help us ev’ry day,
It will brighten all the way,
If we keep on the sunny side of life.
                                          Ada Blenkhorn

  Come, Lord, and tarry not;
  Bring the long-looked-for day;
O why these years of waiting here,
  These ages of delay?

  Come, for Thy saints still wait;
  Daily ascends their sigh:
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come:”
  Dost Thou not hear the cry?

  Come, for creation groans,
  Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
  These ages of delay.

  Come, and make all things new;
  Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
  Creation’s second birth.

  Come, and begin Thy reign
  Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
  Great King of Righteousness.

Rev. Horatius Bonar

Flowers, Cat with Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier and Saviour, I look to Thee

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,
While the foe is spreading woe thro’ the land?
Do you note his rising pow’r,
Growing bolder, ev’ry hour?
Will he not our land devour, while you stand?

Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?
Satan’s smiling o’er your idle delay;
Thousands perish while you wait,
While you counsel and debate;
Heed you not their awful fate, as they stray?

Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,
Crush the evil ‘neath the heel of our might!
Counting cost no longer wait,
Forward, manhood of the state!
For in God your strength is great for the right.

Chorus
Let us arise! all unite!
Let us arise! in our might!
Let us arise! speak for God and the right;
Tho’ our numbers may be few,
God will lead us safely through,
And our arms with strength endue by his might.
                                    E. D. Mund

Saviour, I look to Thee,
Be not Thou far from me
     ‘Mid storms that lower;
On me Thy care bestow,
Thy lovingkindness show,
Thine arms around me throw,
     This trying hour.

Saviour, I look to Thee,
Feeble as infancy,
     Gird up my heart:
Author of life and light,
Thou hast an arm of might,
Thine is the sovereign right,
     Thy strength impart.

Saviour, I look to Thee,
Let me Thy fulness see,
     Save me from fear;
While at Thy cross I kneel,
All my backslidings heal,
And a free pardon seal,
     My soul to cheer.

Saviour, I look to Thee,
Thine shall the glory be,
     Hearer of prayer:
Thou art my only aid,
On Thee my soul is stayed,
Naught can my heart invade,
     While Thou art near.

Thomas Hastings

A Bit of Color with Do you know a heart that hungers and Yes, for me, for me He careth

Do you know a heart that hungers
For a word of love and cheer?
There are many, you may find them
In the byways far and near;
And to weak, discourag’d comrades,
Speak the word that’s needed so,
And your own heart will be strengthen’d
By the help that you bestow.

It may be that some one falters
On the brink of sin and wrong,
Just a word from you might save him,
Make the falt’ring brother strong.
Then be earnest! look about you!
What a sin is yours and mine,
If we see that help is needed,
And we give no friendly sign.

Never think kind deeds are wasted,
Bread upon the waves are they;
And the tides of God may bring them
Back to us some coming day,
Back to us when sorely needed,
In a time of sharp distress,
So let’s do them gladly, knowing
Gift and giver God will bless.

Chorus
Would you double all the blessings,
As they come from day to day?
Go, and share them with another,
Scatter sunshine by the way.
                                  Eben E. Rexford

Yes, for me, for me He careth
  With a brother’s tender care;
Yes, with me, with me He shareth
  Ev’ry burden, ev’ry fear.

Yes, o’er me, o’er me He watcheth,
  Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;
Yes, e’en me, e’en me He snatcheth
  From the perils of the way.

Yes, for me He standeth pleading
  At the mercy-seat above;
Ever for me interceding,
  Constant in untiring love.

Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth;
  I in Him, and He in me!
And my empty soul He filleth,
  Here and through eternity.

Thus I wait for His returning,
  Singing all the way to heaven;
Such the joyful song of morning,
  Such the tranquil song of even.

Rev. Horatius Bonar

Flowers, Oranges with Conquering now and still to conquer and ‘Tis faith supports my feeble soul

Conquering now and still to conquer,
Rideth a King in his might,
Leading the host of all the faithful
Into the midst of the fight;
See them with courage advancing,
Clad in their brilliant array,
Shouting the name of their Leader,
Hear them exultingly say:

Conquering now and still to conquer,
Who is this wonderful King?
Whence are the armies which he leadeth,
While of his glory they sing?
He is our Lord and Redeemer,
Saviour and Monarch divine,
They are the stars that forever
Bright in his kingdom will shine.

Conquering now and still to conquer,
Jesus, thou Ruler of all,
Thrones and their sceptres all shall perish,
Crowns and their splendor shall fall,
Yet shall the armies thou leadest,
Faithful and true to the last,
Find in thy mansions eternal,
Rest when their warfare is past.

Chorus
Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
Yet to the true and the faithful
Vict’ry is promised thro’ grace.
                                     Sallie Martin
‘Tis faith supports my feeble soul,
  In times of deep distress;
When storms arise and billows roll,
  Great God, I trust Thy grace.

Thy powerful arm still bears me up,
  Whatever griefs befall;
Thou art my life, my joy, my hope,
  And Thou my all in all.

Bereft of friends, beset with foes,
  With dangers all around,
To Thee I all my fears disclose,
  In Thee my help is found.

In every want, in every strait,
  To Thee alone I fly;
When other comforters depart,
  Thou art forever nigh.

Rev. Benjamin Beddome

The Field with Steer our bark away to the homeland and There is a safe and secret place

Steer our bark away to the homeland,
Spread the sails of hope o’er the sea;
Think of all the friends that await us,
When anchor’d safely there we shall be.

Steer our bark away to the homeland,
On without a fear let us go;
When the port of peace we are nearing,
The blessed harbor lights we shall know.

Bright and fair the hills of the homeland,
Clad in all the bloom of the spring;
There to him who lov’d and redeem’d us,
Our joyful, joyful praise we will sing.

Soft the winds that blow from the homeland,
Sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;
Soon we’ll meet again our belov’d ones,
Where sorrow’s plaintive moan comes no more.

Chorus
Gathering out of tears into sunshine,
Gathering out of labor into rest;
Hear the ransom’d throng shouting forth their joy in song,
Gathering to the mansions of the blest.
                                       Fanny J. Crosby


 Two slightly different versions

There is a safe and secret place
  Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace,
  O be that refuge mine!

The least and feeblest there may bide,
  Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
  He rests secure in God.

He feeds in pastures large and fair,
  Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir!
  How rich a lot is thine!

A hand almighty to defend,
  An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
  And heaven to crown it all!

Rev. Henry F. Lyte


  There is a safe and secret place
  Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
  O be that refuge mine!

  The least and feeblest there may bide,
  Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
  He rests secure in God.

  The angels watch him on his way,
  And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
  May hate, but cannot harm.

  He feeds in pastures large and fair,
  Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir!
  How rich a lot is thine!

  A hand almighty to defend,
  An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
  And heaven to crown it all!

     Rev. Henry F. Lyte  

Like a Painting with I am thinking today of that beautiful land and God, my Supporter and my Hope

I am thinking today of that beautiful land
I shall reach when the sun goeth down;
When thro’ wonderful grace by my Savior I stand,
Will there be any stars in my crown?

In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray,
Let me watch as a winner of souls;
That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day,
When his praise like the sea-billow rolls.

Oh, what joy it will be when his face I behold,
Living gems at his feet to lay down;
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold,
Should there be any stars in my crown.

Chorus
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown,
When at ev’ning the sun goeth down?
When I wake with the blest
In the mansions of rest,
Will there be any stars in my crown?
                                   E. E. Hewitt

God, my Supporter and my Hope,
  My Help forever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
  When sinking in despair.

Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
  Through life’s dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near Thy seat,
  To dwell before Thy face.

Were I in heaven without my God,
  ‘Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my abode,
  I long for none but Thee.

What if the springs of life were broke,
  And flesh and heart should faint,
God is my soul’s eternal rock,
  The strength of every saint.

Behold! the sinners that remove
  Far from Thy presence die;
Not all the idol gods they love
  Can save them when they cry.

But to draw near to Thee, my God,
  Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
  And tell the world my joy.

Rev. Isaac Watts

The Tree with Just to trust in the Lord, just to lean on his word and He that hath made His refuge God

Just to trust in the Lord, just to lean on his word,
Just to feel I am his ev’ry day;
Just to walk by his side with his Spirit to guide,
Just to follow where he leads the way.

When my way darkest seems, when are blighted my dreams,
Just to feel that the Lord knoweth best;
Just to yield to his will, just to trust and be still,
Just to lean on his bosom and rest.

Then my heart will be light, then my path will be bright,
If I’ve Jesus for my dearest friend;
Counting all loss but gain, such a friend to obtain,
True and faithful he’ll be to the end.

Chorus
Just to say what he wants me to say,
And be still when he whispers to me;
Just to go where he wants me to go,
Just to be what he want me to be.
                                       C. H. Morris
He that hath made His refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath His shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.

Then will I say, “My God, Thy power
Shall be my fortress and my tower;
I that am formed of feeble dust
Make Thine almighty arm my trust.”

Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care
Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare;
From Satan’s wiles, who still betrays
Unguarded souls, a thousand ways.

What though a thousand at thy side,
Around thy path ten thousand died,
Thy God His chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.

The sword, the pestilence, or fire
Shall but fulfill their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring Thy children, Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Yellow, Orange, Green with The heavenly treasure now we have and Jesus wept! those tears are over

  The heavenly treasure now we have
  In a vile house of clay;
But Christ will to the utmost save,
  And keep us to that day.

  Our souls are in his mighty hand,
  And he shall keep them still;
And you and I shall surely stand
  With him on Zion’s hill.

  Him eye to eye we there shall see,
  Our face like his shall shine;
O what a glorious company,
  When saints and angels join!

  O what a joyful meeting there!
  In robes of white arrayed,
Palms in our hands we all shall bear,
  And crowns upon our head.

  Then let us lawfully contend,
  And fight our passage through;
Bear in our faithful minds the end,
  And keep the prize in view.
                                      Charles Wesley
Jesus wept! those tears are over
  But His heart is still the same,
Kinsman, Friend, and Elder Brother,
  Is His everlasting name.
Saviour, who can love like Thee,
  Gracious One of Bethany.

When the pangs of trial seize us,
  When the waves of sorrow roll,
I will lay my head on Jesus,
  Pillow of the troubled soul.
Surely, none can feel like Thee,
  Weeping One of Bethany.

Jesus wept! and still in glory,
  He can mark each mourner’s tears;
Living to retrace the story
  Of the hearts He solaced here.
Lord, when I am called to die,
  Let me think of Bethany.

Jesus wept! those tears of sorrow
  Are a legacy of love;
Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow,
  He the same doth ever prove,
Thou art all in all to me
  Living One of Bethany.

Sir Edward Denny

Brightly in a Vase with Come, let us join our friends above and Jesus only, when the morning

  Come, let us join our friends above
  That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
  To joys celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
  With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
  In earth and heaven, are one.

  One family we dwell in him,
  One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
  The narrow stream, of death.
One army of the living God,
  To his command we bow;
Part of his host have crossed the flood,
  And part are crossing now.

  Ten thousand to their endless home
  This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
  And we expect to die.
His militant embodied host,
  With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
  And reach the heavenly land.

  Our old companions in distress
  We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release,
  And full felicity.
E’en now by faith we join our hands
  With those that went before;
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
  On the eternal shore.

  Our spirits, too, shall quickly join,
  Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain’s sign,
  To hear his trumpet sound.
O that we now might grasp our Guide!
  O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
  And land us all in heaven.
                              Charles Wesley 
Jesus only, when the morning
  Beams upon the path I tread;
Jesus only when the darkness
  Gathers round my weary head.

Jesus only, when the billows
  Cold and sullen o’er me roll;
Jesus only, when the trumpet
  Rends the tomb and wakes the soul.

Jesus only, when in judgment
  Boding fears my heart appall:
Jesus only, when the wretched
  On the rocks and mountains call.

Jesus only, when, adoring,
  Saints their crowns before Him bring;
Jesus only, I will, joyous,
  Through eternal ages sing.

Rev. Elias Nason

Roses with Lo! round the throne, a glorious band and O for a faith that will not shrink

Lo! round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints in countless myriads stand;
Of every tongue redeemed to God,
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.

Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame;
But now from all their labors rest,
In God’s eternal glory blest.

They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumph of his grace;
And day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.

O may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life!
                                    Mary L. Duncan


O for a faith that will not shrink,
  Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
  Of any earthly foe.

That will not murmur or complain
  Beneath the chast’ning rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
  Will lean upon its God;-

A faith that shines more bright and clear
  When tempests rage without;
And when in danger knows no fear,
  In darkness feels no doubt.

Lord, give us such a faith as this,
  And then, what’er may come,
We’ll taste e’en here the hallow’d bliss
  Of an eternal home.

Rev. W. H. Bathurst

Bird Nest on Light with O what a mighy change and There’s not a bird with lonely nest

  O what a mighty change
  Shall Jesus’ sufferers know,
While o’er the happy plains they range
  Incapable of woe!
No ill-requited love
  Shall there our spirits wound:
No base ingratitude above,
  No sin in heaven is found.

  No slightest touch of pain,
  Nor sorrow’s least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
  Our purity of joy:
In that eternal day
  No clouds or tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
  Forever from our eyes.
                                Charles Wesley

There’s not a bird with lonely nest,
In pathless wood or mountain crest,
Nor meaner thing, which does not share,
O God, in thy paternal care.

Each barren crag, each desert rude,
Holds thee within its solitude;
And thou dost bless the wanderer there,
Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart, or crowded street,
No less than in the still retreat,
Thou, Lord, are near our souls to bless
With all a parent’s tenderness.

And every moment still doth bring
Thy blessings on its loaded wing;
Widely they spread through earth and sky,
And last through all eternity.

And we where’er our lot is cast,
While life and thought and feeling last,
Through all our years, in every place,
Will bless thee for thy boundless grace.

G. T. Noel

Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange with I long to behold Him arrayed and Ah, this heart is void and chill

  I long to behold Him arrayed
  With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty displayed,
  His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
  Where Jesus hath fixed his abode;
O when shall we meet in the air,
  And fly to the mountain of God!

  With him I on Zion shall stand,
  For Jesus hath spoken the word;
The breadth of Immanuel’s land
  Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
  Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fullness of rapture I find,
  My heaven of heavens in thee.

  How happy the people that dwell
  Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
  No sickness or sorrow shall prove.
Physician of souls, unto me
  Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
  And then to the city receive.
                                    Charles WesleyAh, this heart is void and chill,
  ‘Mid earth’s noisy thronging;
For my Father’s mansion, still
  Earnestly I’m longing.

Soon the glorious day will dawn,
  Heav’nly pleasures bringing;
Night will be exchanged for morn,
  Sighs give place to singing.

Oh, to be at home, and gain,
  All for which we’re sighing,
From all earthly want and pain
  To be swiftly flying.-

Blessed home! oh, blessed home!
  There no more to sever;
Soon we’ll meet around the throne
  Praising God forever.

Refrain
Looking home, looking home,
T’ward the heav’nly mansion,
Jesus hath prepared for me,
In His Father’s kingdom.

K. J. T. Spitta

Food, Flowers with O when shall we sweetly remove and How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

  O when shall we sweetly remove,
  O when shall we enter our rest,
Return to the Zion above,
  The mother of spirits distressed!
That city of God the great King,
  Where sorrow and death are no more,
But saints our Immanuel sing,
  And cherub and seraph adore.

  Not all the archangels can tell
  The joys of that holiest place,
Where Jesus is pleased to reveal
  The light of his heavenly face:
When, caught in the rapturous flame,
  The sight beatific they prove,
And walk in the light of the Lamb,
  Enjoying the beams of his love.

  Thou know’st in the spirit of prayer
  We long thy appearing to see,
Resigned to the burden we bear,
  But longing to triumph with thee:
‘Tis good at thy word to be here;
  ‘Tis better in thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
  And rise to a share in thy throne.

     Charles Wesley
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

Dear Name, the Rock on which I build
My shield and hiding place;
My never failing treasure, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

I would Thy boundless love proclaim
With ev’ry fleeting breath;
So shall the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

Rev. John Newton

Fresh Corn, Zinnias with How happy is the pilgrim’s lot and Jesus, and shall it ever be

  How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
  From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
  He only sojourns here.

  This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,
  From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
  And seeks the things above.

  There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
  And my abiding home;
For me my elder brother stay,
And angels beckon me away,
  And Jesus bids me come.

  “I come,” thy servant, Lord, replies,
“I come to meet thee in the skies,
  And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim’s journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
  Receive me to thy breast!”
                                        John WesleyJesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days?

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

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

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

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

Joseph Grigg

Depression Glass with Come, let us anew our journey pursue and Faith is a living pow’r from heaven

Come, let us anew our journey pursue,
     With vigor arise,
And press to our permanent place in the skies.
Of heavenly birth, though wandering on earth,
     This is not our place,
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.

At Jesus’s call, we gave up our all;
     And still we forego,
For Jesus’s sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
     But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a country above:

A country of joy without any alloy;
     We thither repair;
Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
We march hand in hand to Immanuel’s land;
     No matter what cheer
We meet with on earth, for eternity’s near.

The rougher our way, the shorter our stay;
     The tempests that rise
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies.
The fiercer the blast, the sooner ‘tis past;
     The troubles that come
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.
                                 Charles Wesley

Faith is a living pow’r from heaven
Which grasps the promise God has giv’n;
Securely fixed on Christ alone,
A trust that cannot be o’erthrown.

Faith finds in Christ what’er we need
To save and strengthen, guide and feed;
Strong in His grace it joys to share
His cross, in hope His crown to wear.

Faith to the conscience whispers peace;
And bids the mourner’s sighing cease;
By faith the children’s right we claim,
And call upon our Father’s name.

Such faith in us, O God, implant,
And to our pray’rs Thy favor grant,
In Jesus Christ, Thy saving Son,
Who is our fount of health alone.

A. D. 1531

Multiple Colors with Come, let us ascend and When I survey the wondrous cross

Come, let us anew our journey pursue,
     With vigor arise,
And press to our permanent place in the skies.
Of heavenly birth, though wandering on earth,
     This is not our place,
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.

At Jesus’s call, we gave up our all;
     And still we forego,
For Jesus’s sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
     But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a country above:

A country of joy without any alloy;
     We thither repair;
Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
We march hand in hand to Immanuel’s land;
     No matter what cheer
We meet with on earth, for eternity’s near.

The rougher our way, the shorter our stay;
     The tempests that rise
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies.
The fiercer the blast, the sooner ‘tis past;
     The troubles that come
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.
                                 Charles Wesley

When I survey the wondrous cross
  On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
  And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
  Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
  I sacrifice them to His blood.

See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
  Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
  Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
  That were an offering far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
  Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts