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Friday, January 31, 2014

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.

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

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