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Monday, March 31, 2014

Seeds with “No more the curse,” O Christ we praise Thee and Sow in the morn thy seed

“No more the curse,” O Christ we praise Thee,
Thy blood the triumph wins;
The cross to which Thy love did raise Thee,
Hath put away our sins.

“No more of pain” and careworn faces,
No forms bowed with disease;
O’er all the earth the Lord replaces,
His Paradise of Peace.

“No more of night,” the day is dawning:
The Lord is drawing near;
With Him shall come the longed for morning,
When night shall disappear.

“No more the curse,” no more the crying,
All thirst and hunger o’er;
No more the night, no more the dying,
No tears or sorrow more.

“There shall be no more curse,
Neither sorrow nor crying;
There shall be no more pain,
Neither darkness nor dying;
And God shall wipe away
All tears from their eyes.”
          El Nathan

(2 slightly different versions)

Sow in the morn thy seed,
  At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
  Broadcast it o’er the land.

Thou knowest not which may thrive,
  The late or early sown,
Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
  When and wherever strown.

Thou canst not toil in vain;
  Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
  For garners in the sky.

Thence, when the glorious end,
  The day of God, is come,
The angel reapers shall descend,
  And Heaven cry, “Harvest Home.”
        James Montgomery

  Sow in the morn thy seed;
  At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
  Broadcast it o’er the land.

  Thou knowest not which shall thrive,
  The late or early sown;
Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
  When and wherever strown.

  And duly shall appear,
  In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
  And the full corn at length.

  Thou canst not toil in vain:
  Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
  For garners in the sky.

  Then, when the glorious end,
  The day of God, shall come,
The angel reapers shall descend,
  And heaven shout, “Harvest home!”
         James Montgomery

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Field Bouquet with No sorrow there in yonder clime and My God! permit me not to be

No sorrow there in yonder clime,
Beyond the troubled waves of time;
No dreary nights nor weeping eyes,
No aching hearts, nor broken ties.

Ah, who would dwell forever here,
Away from those we hold so drear-
Away from Him whose wondrous love
Prepares for us a home above?

A little while our watch to keep,
A little while to wake and sleep,
To bear the cross, endure the pain-
And then with Christ forever reign.

O perfect rest, O calm repose,
Where life’s clear stream in beauty flows!
And we can sing, without a care,
No sorrow there, no sorrow there.
       F. J. Crosby
My God! permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand tho’ts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?

Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
     Rev. Isaac Watts

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Blue Skies, Yellow Cosmos with I know not when the Lord will come and CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground

I know not when the Lord will come,
Or at what hour He may appear,
Whether at midnight or at morn,
Or at what season of the year.

I know not what of time remains,
To run its course in this low sphere,
Or what awaits of calm or storm,
Of joy or grief, of hope or fear.

I know not what is yet to run
Of spring or summer, green or sere,
Of death or life, of pain or peace,
Of shade or shine, of song or tear.

The centuries have come and gone,
Dark centuries of absence drear;
I dare not chide the long delay,
Nor ask when I His voice shall hear.

I do not think it can be long,
‘Till in His glory He appear;
And yet I dare not name the day,
Nor fix the solemn advent year.


I only know that He is near,
And that His voice I soon shall hear;
I only know that He is near,
And that His voice I soon shall hear.
         Horatius Bonar
CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground,
  Christ, the Spring of all my joy,
Still in Thee may I be found,
  Still for Thee my powers employ.

Fountain of o’erflowing grace,
  Freely from Thy fulness give;
Till I close my earthly race,
  May I prove it “Christ to live.”

Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
  Nothing shall my heart confound;
Safely I shall pass the flood,
  Safely reach Emmanuel’s ground.

When I touch the blessed shore,
  Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death’s dark stream shall nevermore
  Part from Thee my ravished soul.

Thus, O thus, an entrance give
  To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it “Christ to live,”
  Let me know it “gain to die.”
        Rev. Ralph Wardlaw

Friday, March 28, 2014

Cat with Night had fallen on the city and Dear Lord and Master mine

Night had fallen on the city,
And the streets at last were still,
Where the noisy throng the daylong,
Did the air with shoutings fill.
And the weary wayworn trav’lers
Preaching Jesus thro’ the land,
Were in deepest dungeon darkness,
At the magistrates’ command.

Many stripes to them were given,
Many curses on them cast;
Many bolts and bars surround them,
In the stocks their feet were fast.
While the trusty Roman jailer,
All securely slumb’ring on,
Little dream’d the mighty wonder
Of the morrow’s early dawn.

Hark the sighing of the prisoners,
Hear their moanings loud and long;
No, again, and louder, clearer,
‘Tis the voice of prayer and song.
See, the prison walls are shaking,
And the door wide open stands;
Lo, the earth, the earth is quaking,
Loos’d are ev’ry prisoner’s bands.

Oh, there’s not a cell so lonely,
But a song may echo there;
Oh, there’s not a night so cheerless,
But there’s potency in prayer.
Sing, oh, sing, thou weary pilgrim,
Song will bring thee heav’nly peace,
Pray, oh, pray, thou burden’d prisoner,
God will give thee sweet release.
         P. P. Bliss
Dear Lord and Master mine,
  Thy happy servant see;
My Conqueror, with what joy Divine
  Thy captive clings to Thee!

I love Thy yoke to wear,
  To feel Thy gracious bands;
Sweetly restrained by Thy care,
  And happy in Thy hands.

No bar would I remove,
  No bond would I unbind;
Within the limits of Thy love
  Full liberty I find.

I would not walk alone,
  But still with Thee, my God;
At every step my blindness own,
  And ask of Thee the road.

Dear Lord and Master mine,
  Still keep Thy servant true;
My Guardian and my Guide Divine,
  Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through.
        Thomas H. Gill

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Wild Flower Dish with O sing of my Redeemer and Lead on, O King Eternal

O sing of my Redeemer,
My Saviour, Lord and King;
A song of praise and glory
Let all with rapture sing.

O sing of my Redeemer,
And spread abroad His name;
His mercy, free and boundless,
Let heav’n and earth proclaim.

O sing of my Redeemer;
His praise my theme shall be;
He took my sins upon Him,
And bore them on the tree.

O sing of my Redeemer;
On Him alone I call;
My everlasting portion,
My Hope, My Life, my All.

O sing of my Redeemer,
Who gave Himself for me;
Upon the cross He suffered,
From sin to set me free.
         F. J. Crosby
Lead on, O King Eternal,
  The day of march has come;
Henceforth in fields of conquest
  Thy tents shall be our home:
Through days of preparation
  Thy grace has made us strong,
And now, O King Eternal,
  We lift our battle song.

Lead on, O King Eternal,
  Till sin’s fierce war shall cease,
And Holiness shall whisper
  The sweet Amen of peace;
For not with swords loud clashing,
  Nor roll of stirring drums,
But deeds of love and mercy,
  The heavenly kingdom comes.

Lead on, O King Eternal:
  We follow, not with fears;
For gladness breaks like morning
  Where’er Thy face appears;
Thy cross is lifted o’er us;
  We journey in its light:
The crown awaits the conquest;
  Lead on, O God of might.
        Rev. Ernest W. Shurtleff

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Bright Cosmos with Rejoice, rejoice, O child of light and There is a name I love to hear

Rejoice, rejoice, O child of light,
Unknown to earthly fame;
Far, far beyond these scenes of night
Shines forth your humble name;
By angel band, at God’s command,
With joy ‘twas written down;
On that blest day you sought the way
To win a fadeless crown.

Rejoice, rejoice, ye homeless saints,
Who own no mansion here;
Forever cease your sad complaints,
And dry each falling tear;
Far, far away, in endless day,
Where dwell the good and true,
A mansions stands, not made with hands,
All fitted up for you.

Rejoice, rejoice, ye weary ones,
Who long with cares have striv’n,
For brighter far than many suns
Shines forth your name in heav’n;
To that fair shore shall come no more
The ills we suffer here;
Those regions blest give perfect rest,
And life without a tear.

Then let us cease to envy those
Who gain earth’s pomp and pow’r;
Their glory, like the fading rose,
Is only for an hour;
But we shall live where God doth give
Eternal life and love;
Within the gate our dear ones wait,
To welcome us above.
       John H. Yates
There is a name I love to hear;
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear-
The sweetest Name on earth.

It tells me of a Saviour’s love
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood-
The sinner’s perfect plea.

It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my smallest woe-
Who in each sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.

It bids my trembling soul rejoice,
And dries each rising tear;
It tells me in a “still small voice,”
To trust, and not to fear.
     F. Whitfield

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Roses, Pre Civil War Bible with After the darkest hour and Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord

After the darkest hour,
The morning draweth nigh;
After the tempest’s pow’r,
The clear blue sky.

After the drifting snow,
The sunny days of calm;
After the crushing blow,
God’s healing balm.

After the sad goodbye,
New friends around us throng;
After the burden’d sigh,
The sweetest song.

After the cross of tears,
The crown of joy is given;
After earth’s weary years,
The rest of heav’n.
      Mrs. M. R. Tilden

Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord!
True wisdom its pages unfold;
And tho’ we may read them a thousand times o’er,
They never, no never, grow old!
Each line hath a treasure, each promise a pearl,
That all if they will may secure;
And we know that when time and the world pass away,
God’s Word shall for ever endure.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord!
The lamp that our Father above
So kindly has lighted to teach us the way
That leads to the arms of His love!
Its warnings, its counsels, are faithful and just;
Its judgments are perfect and pure;
And we know that when time and the world pass away,
God’s Word shall for ever endure.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord!
Our only salvation is there;
It carries conviction down deep in the heart,
And shows us ourselves as we are.
It tells of a Saviour, and points to the cross,
Where pardon we now may secure;
For we know that when time and the world pass away,
God’s Word shall for ever endure.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord!
The hope of our friends in the past;
Its truth, where so firmly they anchored their trust,
Thro’ ages eternal shall last.
Oh, wonderful, wonderful Word of the Lord!
Unchanging, abiding and sure;
For we know that when time and the world pass away,
God’s Word shall for ever endure.
     J. L. Sterling

Monday, March 24, 2014

Simple Vase and Material with He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd and Saviour, teach me, day by day

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd,
Where pastures are blooming and fair;
He gathers the lambs in His bosom,
And shelters them tenderly there.

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd,
And, when in the desert they roam,
He patiently follows their footsteps,
And leadeth them tenderly home.

He feedeth His flock like a Shepherd;
The weakest His kindness may claim;
He never will leave nor forsake them
Who trust in His excellent name.


He feedeth His flock, His flock like a Shepherd,
And gathers the lambs, the lambs in His bosom;
He feedeth His flock, His flock like a Shepherd,
And gathers the lambs, the lambs in His bosom.
        F. J. Crosby
Saviour, teach me, day by day,
Love’s sweet lesson,-to obey;
Sweeter lesson cannot be,
Loving Him who first loved me.

With a child’s glad heart of love,
At Thy bidding may I move;
Prompt to serve and follow Thee,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Teach me thus Thy steps to trace,
Strong to follow in Thy grace;
Learning how to love from Thee,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Love in loving finds employ,
In obedience all her joy;
Ever new that joy will be,
Loving Him who first loved me.

Though a foolish child and weak,
More than this I need not seek;
Singing, till Thy face I see,
Of His love who first loved me.
     Jane E. Leeson

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Moonflowers, Cosmos with Thou, whose hand thus far hath led me and While Thee I seek, protecting Power

Thou, whose hand thus far hath led me,
Wheresoe’er my path may be;
Lord, I pray that Thou wilt ever
Draw, and keep me near to Thee.

When the way is dark and cheerless,
When no ray of light I see,
May Thine arms of love and mercy
Draw me ever near to Thee.

Thou in whom my soul is trusting,
Hope of life and joy to me;
While on earth a pilgrim stranger,
Draw me ever near to Thee.

Near to Thee, O Lord, to Thee,
Draw me ever near to Thee.
      Julia Sterling

  While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
  Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
  With better hopes be filled.

  Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;
  To Thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;
  That mercy I adore.

  In each event of life, how clear
  Thy ruling hand I see;
Each blessing to my soul more dear
  Because conferred by Thee.

  In every joy that crowns my days,
  In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
  Or seek relief in prayer.

  When gladness wings my favored hour,
  Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
  My soul shall meet Thy will.

  My lifted eye, without a tear,
  The lowering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
  That heart will rest on Thee.
        Helen M. Williams

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Morning Glories, Cosmos with They tell me of a land so fair and Gently, Lord, O gently lead us

They tell me of a land so fair,
Unseen by mortal eyes,
Where spring in fadeless beauty blooms,
Beneath unclouded skies.

They tell me of a land so fair,
Where all is light and song,
Where angel choirs their anthems join
With yonder blood wash’d throng.

No radiant beams from sun or moon
Adorn that land so fair,
For He who sits upon the throne
Shines forth resplendent there.

O land of light and love and joy,
Where comes no night of care,
What will our song of triumph be
When we shall enter there!

“Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Neither hath it entered into the heart of man,
The things which God hath prepared for them, prepared for them that love Him.”
      F. J. Crosby
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us,
  Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
  Till our last great change appears.
When temptation’s darts assail us,
  When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
  Lead us in Thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish,
  In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
  Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
  Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended,
  We awake among the blest.
        Thomas Hastings

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Pre Civil War Bible with Jesus knows all, all your sorrow and REVIVE Thy work, O Lord

Jesus knows all, all your sorrow,
Courage, courage fainting friend,
Unto Him all pow’r is given,
He will keep you to the end.

Trust Him like the little children,
Let Him draw you very near,
O, if God Himself be for you,
Why should you one moment fear.

When the fierce refining fires
Search and cleanse you thro’ and thro’,
Close beside you in the furnace,
Lo, the Son of God walks too.

Then “let not your heart be troubled,”
Tho’ ‘tis dark, God rules above,
He will never fail His chosen,
Rest in His almighty love.


Jesus knows!  Jesus knows!
Yes, your Saviour knows it all,
         A. A. P.
Revive Thy work, O Lord,
  Thy mighty arm make bare;
Speak with the voice that wakes the dead,
  And make Thy people hear.

Revive Thy work, O Lord,
  Disturb this sleep of death;
Quicken the smouldering embers now
  By Thine almighty breath.

Revive Thy work, O Lord,
  Create soul-thirst for Thee;
And hungering for the Bread of Life
  O may our spirits be.

Revive Thy work, O Lord,
  Exalt Thy precious Name;
And, by the Holy Ghost, our love
  For Thee and Thine inflame.

Revive Thy work, O Lord,
  Give pentecostal showers:
The glory shall be all Thine own,
  The blessing, Lord, be ours.
        Albert Midlane

Monday, March 17, 2014

Checkers with How dear to my heart, when the pathway is lonely and Calm me, my God, and keep me calm

How dear to my heart, when the pathway is lonely,
That wonderful promise of Jesus my Lord,
That message of mercy, of love and compassion,
I read on the page of His own blessed word.

When chilled by the waves that are surging around me,
And clouds of affliction like billows may roll,
I’ll cling to His Word which can never be broken,
And joy in the comfort it brings to my soul.

Though tried in the furnace, my faith shall not falter,
But, trusting in Jesus, the Cross I will bear;
And hoping, enduring, believing, obeying,
I’ll cling to His promise, and rest in His care.


“Fear not I am with thee”
Thy Strength and Redeemer,
The Rock where in safety My own shall abide;
I will not forsake thee My word hath declared it,
I will not forsake thee whatever betide.
         F. J. Crosby
  Calm me, my God, and keep me calm:
  Let Thy outstretched wing
Be like the shade of Elim’s palm,
  Beside her desert spring.

  Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude
  The sounds my ear that greet;
Calm in the closet’s solitude,
  Calm in the busy street;

  Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
  And in the hour of pain;
Calm in my poverty or wealth,
  And in my loss or gain;

  Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
  Like Him who bore my shame;
Calm ‘mid the threatening, taunting throng,
  Who hate Thy holy name.

  Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
  Soft resting on Thy breast;
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
  And bid my spirit rest.
        Rev. Horatius Bonar

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Old Book, Morning Glories with “Christ hath redeemed us;” sing the glad word and Abide with me! fast falls the eventide

“Christ hath redeemed us;” sing the glad word,
Mercy’s sweet message be telling,
How, thro’ the ransom made by His blood,
Christ now within us is dwelling.

“Christ hath redeemed us,” making us free,
Free from the sins that enslaved us;
Never in bondage more can we be,
Trusting in Him who hath saved us.

“Christ hath redeemed us;” we are His own,
Purchased by blood; He will hold us;
Nor will He ever leave us alone,
Safely His arms shall enfold us.

“Christ hath redeemed us;” soon with the throng
Gathered in glory we’ll meet Him;
O with what rapture join in the song,
When face to face we shall greet Him.

“Christ hath redeemed us;”
Praise to His name!
Praise Him, ye angels in glory;
“Christ hath redeemed us,” bearing our shame;
Tell out the wonderful story.
          D. W. Whittle
Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens-Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
     H. F. Lyte

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Roses, Pearls with O how happy are they and Thine for ever! God of love

O how happy are they,
Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I received thro’ the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus’s name!

‘Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
O that all His salvation might see!
“He hath loved me,” I cried,
“He hath suffered and died,
To redeem even rebels like me.”

O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possessed,
I was perfectly blessed,
As if filled with the fullness of God.
        Charles Wesley
Thine for ever! God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above;
Thine for ever may we be
Here and in eternity.

Thine for ever! Lord of life,
Shield us through our earthly strife;
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Guide us to the realms of day.

Thine for ever! O how blest
They who find in Thee their rest!
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,
O defend us to the end.

Thine for ever! Saviour, keep
These Thy frail and trembling sheep;
Safe alone beneath Thy care,
Let us all Thy goodness share.

Thine for ever! Thou our Guide,
All our wants by Thee supplied,
All our sins by Thee forgiven,
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven.
     Mary F. Maude

Friday, March 14, 2014

Bible Heirloom with O my Redeemer and The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord

O my Redeemer,
What a Friend Thou art to me!
O what a Refuge
I have found in Thee!
When the way was dreary,
And my heart was sore oppressed,
‘Twas Thy voice that lulled me
To a calm, sweet rest.

When, in their beauty,
Stars unveil their silver light,
Then, O my Saviour,
Give me songs at night-
Songs of yonder mansions,
Where the dear ones, gone before,
Sing Thy praise forever,
On that peaceful shore.

Jesus, my Saviour,
When the last deep shadows fall;
When, in the silence
I shall hear Thy call,-
In Thine arms reposing,
Let me breathe my life away,
And awake triumphant,
In eternal day.


Nearer, draw nearer,
Till my soul is lost in Thee;
Nearer, draw nearer,
Blessed Lord, to me.
       F. J. Crosby
The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord;
In every star Thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold Thy word,
We read Thy Name in fairer lines.

The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days, Thy power confess;
But the blest volume Thou hast writ
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace.

Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when Thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.

Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest
That see the light, or feel the sun.

Great Sun of Righteousness, arise;
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right.
     Rev. Isaac Watts

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Bible with Blessed Saviour, hear Thou me and THE Spirit breathes upon the word

Blessed Saviour, hear Thou me,
In my hour of sadness;
Draw my weary heart to Thee,
Turn its grief to gladness.

Hear and grant my earnest pray’r,
Leave, O leave me never;
Sheltered ‘neath Thy tender care,
Hide and keep me ever.

Jesus, Saviour, lead Thou me
Thro’ each night of sorrow,
Till I come to dwell with Thee,
In a glorious morrow.

Keep me, Saviour, near to Thee,
Till I cross death’s river;
Then within Thy mansions fair,
Dwell with Thee forever.

With the cords of love untold,
Closer, closer bind me,
Safe within Thy precious fold,
Where no storm can find me.
           Lyman G. Cuyler

The Spirit breathes upon the word,
  And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
  A sanctifying light.

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

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

Let everlasting thanks be Thine
  For such a bright display
As makes a world of darkness shine
  With beams of heavenly day.

My soul rejoices to pursue
  The steps of Him I love,
Till glory break upon my view
  In brighter worlds above.
     William Cowper

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Bible, Hollyhocks with Lord, teach us how to pray and When sins and fears prevailing rise

Lord, teach us how to pray,
Inspire and strengthen faith;
Upon these dull, cold hearts of clay,
Send down a quick’ning breath.

Lord, teach us how to pray,
Show us the throne of grace,
Where mercy reigns in gentle sway,
Revealed in Jesus’ face.

Lord, teach us how to pray;
We know not what to seek,
Or how to ask the needed grace;
Or with what words to speak.

Lord, teach us how to pray;
Bring us within the vail,
Thro’ Christ, “the new and living way,”
Where pray’r can never fail.

Lord, teach us how to pray,
The Spirit now impart,
That we, before Thy throne today,
May come with perfect heart.
       D. W. Whittle

  When sins and fears prevailing rise,
  And fainting hope almost expires;
Jesus, to Thee I lift mine eyes,
  To Thee I breathe my soul’s desires.

  Art Thou not mine, my living Lord?
  And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on Thy everlasting word,
  That word which built the earth and sky?

  If my immortal Saviour lives,
  Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives,
  Here let me build and rest secure.

  Here let my faith unshaken dwell,
  Immovable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth, or hell,
  Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands.

  Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
  Since Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
  Shall break a union so divine.
     Anna Steele

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Bible, Shrub Blossoms with The weary hours like shadows come and go and O Word of God Incarnate

The weary hours like shadows come and go,
As still I strive, by earnest faith and pray’r:
To do each day the duties that I know,
And bear the Cross my Saviour bids me bear.

But are there many weary miles to tread
Before the promised home appears in sight?
And are there sad and bitter tears to shed
Ere we shall meet in realms of endless light?

Some little joy I have in doing still
The humble work He bids me do for Him;
A tender gladness when ‘tis mine to fill
Again some empty chalice to the brim.

And thus the days are slowly passing here,
With distant gleams of hope and glory blest;
But is the hallowed moment drawing near
When we shall meet again in endless rest?

Ah, yes, when that great light which men call Death
Strikes thro’ the gloom and stills at last the strife,
There comes a hush, a sigh, a fleeting breath,
And we shall meet again in endless life.
         Sarah Doudney, arr.
O Word of God Incarnate,
  O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging,
  O Light of our dark sky;
We praise Thee for the radiance
  That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
  Shines on from age to age.

The Church from her dear Master
  Received the gift Divine,
And still that light she lifteth
  O’er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket,
  Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heaven drawn picture
  Of Christ, the living Word.

It floateth like a banner
  Before God’s host unfurled;
It shineth like a beacon
  Above the darkling world.
It is the chart and compass
  That o’er life’s surging sea,
‘Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
  Still guides, O Christ, to Thee.

O make thy Church, dear Saviour,
  A lamp of purest gold,
To bear before the nations
  Thy true light, as of old.
O teach Thy wandering pilgrims
  By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended,
  They see Thee face to face.
        Bishop William W. How

Monday, March 10, 2014

Tin, Flowers with Keep Thou my way, O Lord and ACCORDING to Thy gracious word

Keep Thou my way, O Lord,
Be Thou ever nigh;
Strong is Thy mighty arm,
Weak and frail am I;
Thou, my unchanging Friend,
On Thee my hopes depend;
Till life’s brief day shall end,
Be Thou ever nigh.

Keep Thou my heart, O Lord,
Ever close to Thee;
Safe in Thine arms of love,
Shall my refuge be;
Then, o’er a tranquil tide,
My bark shall safely glide;
I shall be satisfied,
Ever close to Thee.

Keep Thou my all, O Lord,
Hide my life in Thine;
O let Thy sacred light
O’er my pathway shine;
Kept by Thy tender care,
Gladly the cross I’ll bear;
Hear Thou and grant my pray’r,
Hide my life in Thine.
        F. J. Crosby

According to Thy gracious word,
  In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
  I will remember Thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
  My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
  And thus remember Thee.

Gethsemane can I forget?
  Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
  And not remember Thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
  And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
  I must remember Thee;

Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
  And all Thy love to me:
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
  Will I remember Thee.

And when these failing lips grow dumb,
  And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
  Jesus, remember me.
        James Montgomery

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Spring Arrangement with Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place and Golden harps are sounding

Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place;
My soul beneath Thy care
May fold its wings in perfect peace,
And fear no danger there.

Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place
From storm and tempest wild;
For naught can harm the humblest one
Whom Thou has made Thy child.

Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place
From strong temptation’s pow’r;
For Thou hast promised by Thy grace
To keep me hour by hour.

Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place
My life is hid with thee;
Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
Thro’ all eternity.

My Hiding Place, my Hiding Place,
When stormy billows roll;
My Rock, my Hope, my sure Defense,
The Anchor of my soul.
        R. Hutchinson
Golden harps are sounding,
  Angel voices ringing,
Pearly gates are opened,
  Opened for the King:
Christ, the King of Glory,
  Jesus, King of love,
Is gone up in triumph
  To His throne above.

He who came to save us,
  He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory
  At His Father’s side.
Never more to suffer,
  Never more to die,
Jesus, King of Glory,
  Is gone up on high.

Praying for His children
  In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
  Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
  Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever liveth,
  Ever loveth too.

All His work is ended,
Joyfully we sing;
Jesus hath ascended:
Glory to our King!
     Frances R. Havergal

Friday, March 7, 2014

Single White Rose and With the glorious morning and MY soul, repeat His praise

With the glorious morning,
Verdant fields adorning;
While the golden sunlight,
Wakes the dewy leaves.
Haste we now with gladness,
Banish care and sadness,
Go and help the reapers
Gather in the sheaves.

When the days are brightest,
When our hearts are lightest;
When the lovely summer,
Fairest beauty weaves.
In the noontide beaming,
In the twilight gleaming,
Go and help the reapers
Gather in the sheaves.

Should our way be dreary,
Let us never weary;
Earnest, faithful labor,
Greatest joy receives:
Tho’ we toil in sorrow,
Soon will dawn the morrow,
When we’ll cross the river
Bearing home the sheaves.

Gather in the sheaves,
Gather in the sheaves,
While the voice of nature
Sweetest music breathes:
Hear the Master calling,
Hear the echoes falling;
Go and help the reapers,
Gather in the sheaves.
         Robert Bruce
  My soul, repeat His praise
  Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
  So ready to abate.

  High as the heavens are raised
  Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
  Our highest thoughts exceed.

  His power subdues our sins,
  And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
  Doth all our guilt remove.

  The pity of the Lord
  To those that fear His Name
Is such as tender parents feel;
  He knows our feeble frame.

  Our days are as the grass,
  Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
  It withers in an hour.

  But Thy compassions, Lord,
  To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
  Thy words of promise sure.
        Rev. Isaac Watts

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Yellow, Pink with Take the jeers and take the mocking and Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,

Take the jeers and take the mocking,
Brother, ‘twill not last for aye;
Take the cross and bear it meekly,
Waiting for the coming day.

Take the worst the world can offer,
Persecution, suff’ring, shame;
Jesus bore them all before thee;
Be content to share the same.

‘Tis an honor, high and holy,
To display His banner wide,
And, before a world that hates Him,
To exalt the Crucified.
       M. Fraser

  Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
  And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier Name,
  Of our Eternal King.

  Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
  And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
  And the performing God.

  His very word of grace is strong
  As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
  Speaks all the promises.

  O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue
  But whisper, “Thou Art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
  To notes almost Divine.
        Rev. Isaac Watts

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

White Cosmos with When the thick clouds intervene and HIGH in the heavens, Eternal God

When the thick clouds intervene,
When no star of hope is seen,
Master, I am not afraid,
I can trust Thee in the shade.

When the crested billows roar,
When my bark is far from shore,
Though I cannot see Thy form,
I can trust Thee in the storm.

When the enemy draws nigh,
When the battle rages high,
Thou who dost defend the right,
I can trust Thee in the fight.

When life’s latest hour is near,
Jordan’s swellings I’ll not fear;
True and tried and faithful Friend,
I can trust Thee to the end.


I will trust and not be afraid,
I will trust and not be afraid;
For the Lord Jehovah is my strength and song;
He also is become my salvation.
        M. Fraser

High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.

For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.

From the provisions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in Thy word.
        Rev. Isaac Watts

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Morning Glories, Cosmos with Rejoice! the Lord is King and Now God be with us, for the night is closing

Rejoice! the Lord is King!
Your God and King adore;
Let all give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.

His Kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heav’n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Saviour given.

He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And ev’ry bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy.

Rejoice in glorious hope;
For soon the Lord shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home.

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice;
Rejoice, rejoice,
Again I say, rejoice.
     C. Wesley

Now God be with us, for the night is closing:
The light and darkness are of His disposing;
And ’neath His shadow here to rest we yield us,
     For He will shield us.

Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us;
Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o’er us;
In soul and body Thou from harm defend us,
     Thine angels send us.

Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o’ertakes us;
Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us;
All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing
     Thy praise pursuing.

As Thy beloved, soothe the sick and weeping,
And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping;
Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them,
     Do Thou befriend them.

We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us,
Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us;
But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely,
     Who seek Thee only.
          Rev. Petrus Herbert, Tr. Catherine Winkworth

Monday, March 3, 2014

In Prayer with Come on the wings of the morning, and LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear

Come on the wings of the morning,
Come, Thou Redeemer and King;
Hail to the day that is dawning,
Hail to the joy it will bring!

Come on the wings of the morning,
Come with Thy glory and grace,
All of Thy promise performing,
Showing the light of Thy face.

Come on the wings of the morning,
Come with a joyful surprise,
Lifting the sad and the mourning,
Wiping the tears from their eyes.

Come on the wings of the morning,
Come as the King to Thy throne;
Have we not sounded Thy warning?
Now let Thy glory be known.

O come on the wings of the morning,
O come to our hearts as we sing,
Come as we sing, in the day that is dawning,
O come Thou Redeemer and King.
     El Nathan

LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
  My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
  To Thee lift up mine eye:

Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
  To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father’s throne
  Our songs and our complaints.

Thou art a God before whose sight
  The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne’er be Thy delight,
  Nor dwell at Thy right hand.

But to Thy house will I resort,
  To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
  And worship in Thy fear.

O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
  In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
  And plain before my face.
     Rev. Isaac Watts

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sunset on a Pond with Now, the sowing and the weeping and Go, labor on, while it is day

Now, the sowing and the weeping,
  Working hard, and waiting long;
Afterward, the golden reaping,
  Harvest home and grateful song.
Now, the pruning, sharp, unsparing,
  Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot;
Afterward, the plenteous bearing
  Of the Master’s pleasant fruit.

Now, the long and toilsome duty,
  Stone by stone to carve and bring;
Afterward, the perfect beauty
  Of the palace of the King.
Now, the spirit conflict-riven,
  Wounded heart, unequal strife;
Afterward, the triumph given,
  And the victor’s crown of life.
                   Frances R. Havergal
Go, labor on, while it is day;
The world’s dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away!
It is not thus that souls are won.

Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb:
Take up the torch and wave it wide-
The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.

Toil on,-faint not; keep watch and pray!
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway;
Compel the wanderer to come in.

Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near,-a kingdom and a crown!
     Rev. Horatius Bonar

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Sunflower with Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire and Go, labor on, spend and be spent

  Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
  Unuttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
  That trembles in the breast.

  Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
  The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
  When none but God is near.

  Prayer is the simplest form of speech
  That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
  The Majesty on high.

  Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
  Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice
  And cry, “Behold, he prays!”

  Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
  The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
  He enters heaven with prayer.

  O thou, by whom we come to God,
  The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer thyself has trod:
  Lord, teach us how to pray!
                              James Montgomery

  Go, labor on, spend and be spent,
  Thy joy to do the Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
  Should not the servant tread it still?

  Go, labor on; ‘tis not for naught;
  Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not:
  The Master praises,-what are men?

  Go, labor on; enough, while here,
  If He shall praise thee, if He deign
The willing heart to mark and cheer:
  No toil for Him shall be in vain.

  Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
  For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
  The midnight peal: “Behold, I come!”
        Rev. Horatius Bonar