Crabapple and Apple Blossoms with Liliacs then Tulips with When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns and Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary

When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns,
After whose dawning never night returns,
And with whose glory day eternal burns,
I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.

When I shall see Thy glory face to face,
When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace,
When Thou shalt open all Thy store of grace,
I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.

When I shall meet with those that I have loved,
Clasp in my arms the dear ones long removed,
And find how faithful Thou to me hast prov’d,
I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.

When I shall gaze upon the face of Him
Who died for me, with eyes no longer dim,
And praise Him with the everlasting hymn,
I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.

Refrain
I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied,
When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns;
I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied,
When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns.

     Horatius Bonar

Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,
  And the heart faint beneath his chastening rod,
Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,
  Still will we trust in God.

Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed,
  And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;
Through him alone who hath our way appointed,
  We find our peace again.

Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring
  Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed:
Choose for us, God! thy wisdom is unerring,
  And we are fools and blind.

Let us press on, in patient self-denial,
  Accept the hardship, shrink not from the loss;
Our portion lies beyond the hour of trial,
  Our crown beyond the cross.
                       W. H. Burleigh

Antique Fence and Burgancy Violets with In heavenly love abiding and Safe upon the heav’nly shore,

  In heavenly love abiding,
  No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding,
  For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
  My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
  And can I be dismayed?

  Wherever he may guide me,
  No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
   And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
  His sight is never dim,
He knows the way he taketh,
  And I will walk with him.

  Green pastures are before me,
  Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
  Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
  My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
  And he will walk with me.
                       Anna L. Waring



Safe upon the heav’nly shore,
Done with pain forevermore,
Weariness and weakness o’er,
Up yonder;
O the calm and quiet rest
On the loving Saviour’s breast;
It is better than earth’s best,
Up yonder.

Storms shall never reach us there,
No more sorrow, pain or care,
No more cross for us to bear,
Up yonder;
Gain for them that suffered loss,
Crowns for them that bore the cross,
And a calm for hearts that toss,
Up yonder.

Safe upon the heav’nly shore,
Done with sin forevermore,
Weariness and weakness o’er,
Up yonder;
Nevermore to know a fear,
Nevermore to shed a tear,
Better far than ever here,
Up yonder.

     M. Fraser

Wild Phlox, Daffodils, Tulips with Look up! look up! ye weary ones and I worship thee, most gracious God

Look up! look up! ye weary ones,
Whose skies are veil’d in night,
For He who knows the path you tread
Will yet restore the light;
Look up! and hail the dawning
Of hope’s triumphant morning.

The gifts ye bro’t with loving hand
Your Lord will not disown;
Their odors sweet to heav’n shall rise
Like incense ‘round His throne;
Look up! and hail the dawning
Of joy’s transcendent morning.

Rejoice, the grave is overcome,
And lo! the angels sing;
The grandest triumph ever known
Has come thro’ Christ our King;
All heav’n proclaims the dawning
Of love’s all glorious morning.

Chorus
Behold Him! behold Him!
Your Saviour lives today;
Behold Him! behold Him!
The clouds have roll’d away.

     F. J. Crosby

  I worship thee, most gracious God,
  And all thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I seem
  To love thee more and more.

  When obstacles and trials seem
  Like prison-walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
  And leave the rest to thee.

  I have no cares, O blessed Will,
  For all my cares are thine;
I live in triumph, Lord, for thou
  Hast made thy triumphs mine.

  He always wins who sides with God,
  To him no chance is lost;
God’s will is sweetest to him when
  It triumphs at his cost.

  Ill that he blesses is our good,
  And unblest good is ill;
And all is right that seems most wrong,
  If it be his sweet will.
                   Frederick W. Faber

Teapot, Meadow Sage, White Blossoms and Morning Glories with As lives the flow’r within the seed andWhate’er my God ordains is right

As lives the flow’r within the seed,
As in the cone the tree,
So, praise the God of truth and grace,
His Spirit dwelleth in me.

Once far from God and dead in sin,
No light my heart could see;
But in God’s word the light I found,
Now Christ liveth in me.

As rays of light from yonder sun
The flow’rs of earth set free,
So life and light and love came forth
From Christ living in me.

With longing all my heart is filled,
That like Him I may be,
As on the wond’rous tho’t I dwell,
That Christ liveth in me.

Chorus
Christ liveth in me,
Christ liveth in me,
O what a salvation this,
That Christ liveth in me!

     El. Nathan

  Whate’er my God ordains is right;
  His will is ever just;
Howe’er he orders now my cause,
  I will be still and trust.
    He is my God;
    Though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall,
Wherefore to him I leave it all.

  Whate’er my God ordains is right;
  He never will deceive;
He leads me by the proper path,
  And so to him I cleave,
    And take content
    What he hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait his day.

  Whate’er my God ordains is right;
  Though I the cup must drink
That bitter seems to my faint heart,
  I will not fear nor shrink;
    Tears pass away
    With dawn of day;
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow all depart.

  Whate’er my God ordains is right;
  My light, my life is he,
Who cannot will me aught but good;
  I trust him utterly;
    For well I know,
    In joy or woe,
We soon shall see, as sunlight clear,
How faithful was our guardian here.

  Whate’er my God ordains is right;
  Here will I take my stand,
Though sorrow, need, or death make earth
  For me a desert land.
    My Father’s care
    Is round me there,
He holds me that I shall not fall;
And so to him I leave it all.
     Samuel Rodigast
     Tr. by Catherine Winkworth

Burgandy Violets, Daffodils, and Flowering Quince with In the hour when guilt assails me and Be our joyful song today

In the hour when guilt assails me,
On His gracious name I call,
Then I find the heavenly fullness,
Christ, my righteousness, my all.

In the night when sorrow clouds me,
And the burning teardrops fall,
Then I sing the song of patience,
Christ, my Brother and my all.

In the day when this immortal
Shall fling off its mortal thrall,
Then my song of resurrection
Shall be Christ, my all in all.

Chorus
All my song when standing yonder,
Shall be Christ, my joy, my all,
This shall ever be my anthem,
“Christ my glory, Christ my all;”
This shall ever be my anthem,
“Christ my glory, Christ my all.”

      Horatius Bonar

Be our joyful song today,
Jesus, only Jesus,
He who took our sins away,
Jesus, only Jesus,
Name with ev’ry blessing rife,
Be our joy and hope thro’ life,
Be our strength in ev’ry strife,
Jesus, only Jesus.

Once we wander’d far from God,
Knowing not of Jesus,
Treading still the downward road,
Leading far from Jesus,
Till the spirit taught us how,
‘Neath the Saviour’s yoke to bow,
And we fain would follow now,
Jesus, only Jesus.

Be our trust thro’ years to come,
Jesus, only Jesus,
Password to the heav’nly home,
Jesus, only Jesus,
When from sin and sorrow free,
On thro’ all eternity,
This our theme and song shall be,
Jesus, only Jesus.
                    L. Pierce

Dried Meadow Sage, Fresh Butterfly Bush Blooms and Flowering Quince with I belong to Jesus and Commit thou all thy griefs

I belong to Jesus;
  I am not my own;
All I have and all I am,
  Shall be His alone.

I belong to Jesus;
  He is Lord and King,
Reigning in my inmost heart,
  Over ev’rything.

I belong to Jesus;
  What can hurt or harm,
When He folds around my soul
  His almighty Arm?

I belong to Jesus;
  Blessed, blessed thought!
With His own most precious blood
  Has my soul been bought.

I belong to Jesus;
  He has died for me;
I am His and He is mine,
  Through eternity.

I belong to Jesus;
  He will keep my soul,
When the deathly waters dark
  Round about me roll.

I belong to Jesus;
  And ere long I’ll stand
With my precious Saviour there,
  In the glory land.

 M. Fraser

  Commit thou all thy griefs
  And ways into his hands,
To his sure trust and tender care
  Who earth and heaven commands;

  Who points the clouds their course,
  Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
  He shall prepare thy way.

  Thou on the Lord rely,
  So, safe, shalt thou go on;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
  So shall thy work be done.

  No profit canst thou gain
  By self-consuming care;
To him commend thy cause; his ear
  Attends the softest prayer.

  Thy everlasting truth,
  Father, thy ceaseless love,
Sees all thy children’s wants, and knows
  What best for each will prove.

  Thou everywhere hast sway,
  And all things serve thy might;
Thy every act pure blessing is,
  Thy path unsullied light.
     Paul Gerhardt
     Tr. by John Wesley

Blue, White, Wedding Flower with I will praise the Lord my Glory and The sands of time are sinking

I will praise the Lord my Glory,
I will praise the Lord my Light;
He my cloud by day to cover,
He my fire to guide by night.

I will praise the Lord my Prophet,
Holy Priest and Righteous King;
With the angels who adore Him,
“Holy, holy,” I will sing.

I will praise the Lord my Shepherd,
Keeper, Pasture, Door and Fold;
O’er the lonely hills He sought me,
When the night was dark and cold.

I will praise the Lord my Father,
Saviour, Brother, Guide and Friend;
He thus far in life hath led me,
He will lead me to the end.

I will love Him, I will trust Him,
All the remnant of my days;
And will sing thro’ endless ages,
Only my Redeemer’s praise.

Chorus
I will praise Thee with my whole heart,
will praise Thee, O Lord;
I will be glad and rejoice in Thee,
O Thou most high.

  El. Nathan

2 Different versions but both by Anne R. Cousin

The sands of time are sinking,                 
  The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
  The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
 But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty
  Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
  Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army
  Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel’s land.

O Christ, He is the Fountain,
  The deep sweet Well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
  More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fulness
  His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment
  My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
  Were lustred by His love:
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
  I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
    In Emmanuel’s land.
Anne R. Cousin


The sands of time are sinking,
  The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,-
  The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
  But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
  In Immanuel’s land.

O Christ!  He is the fountain-
  The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
  More deep I’ll drink above!
There, to an ocean fulness,
  His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
  In Immanuel’s land.

Oh, I am my Beloved’s,
  And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
  Into His “house of wine!”
I stand upon His merit,
  I know no safer stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth,
  In Immanuel’s land

The bride eyes not her garment,
  But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
  But on my King of Grace-
Not at the crown He giveth,
  But on His pierced hand:-
The Lamb is all the glory
  Of Immanuel's land.
Anne Ross Cousin

Violets, Daffodils, Zinnias and Books with I do not ask for earthly store and We speak of the land of the blest

I do not ask for earthly store
Beyond a day’s supply;
I only covet, more and more,
The clear and single eye,
To see my duty face to face,
And trust the Lord for daily grace.

I care not for the empty show
That thoughtless worldlings see;
I crave to do the best I know,
And leave the rest with Thee;-
Well satisfied that sweet reward
Is sure to those who trust the Lord.

Whate’er the crosses mine shall be,
I will not dare to shun;
I only ask to live for Thee,
And that Thy will be done;
Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day,
While pressing on my homeward way.

And when at last, my labor o’er,
I cross the narrow sea,
Grant, Lord, that on the other shore
My soul may dwell with Thee;
And learn what here I cannot know,
Why thou hast ever loved me so.

Chorus
Then shall my heart keep singing
While to the cross I cling;
For rest is sweet at Jesus’ feet,
While homeward faith keeps winging,
While homeward faith keeps winging.

     Rev. J. J. Maxfield

We speak of the land of the blest,
A country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls deck’d with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blessed above,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation and care,
From trials without and within,
But what must it be to be there?

Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare,
Then shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!

Chorus
To be there, to be there,
Oh what must it be to be there?
To be there, to be there,
Oh, what must it be to be there?
                          Mrs. Elizabeth Mills

Roses in a Glass Vase with I will sing you a song of that beautiful land and In my Father’s house there is many a room

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far way home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll,
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.

Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams,
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me,
Between the fair city and me:
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.

That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands:
The King of all kingdoms forever, is He,
And He holdeth our crowns in His hands.

Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again:
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.
                             Mrs. Ellen H. Gates

In my Father’s house there is many a room,
And my Lord has gone to prepare
A place for me; O can it be
That I shall be with Him there?

In my Father’s house there is endless day,
With no cloud of sorrow or care,
No tearful eyes, no groans or sighs,
They know who are with Him there.

In my Father’s house there’s no want or woe,
And there can be no more pray’r;
For what beside can God provide,
Since we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there is no more death,
For the life of God we share;
No thought of sin can enter in,
For we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there are blessed saints,
Who His holy image bear;
They find in this their sweetest bliss,
That they may be with Him there.

Chorus
Forever with Jesus there,
Forever with Jesus there;
What grace divine, that He is mine!
And I shall be with Him there.

Rev. Arthur T. Pierson

Wild Lily-of-the-Valley with When we walk with the Lord and Through all the changing scenes of life

When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss,
Not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove
The delights of His love,
Until all on the altar we lay,
For the favor He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Chorus
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
                       Rev. J. H. Sammis

Through all the changing scenes of life,
  In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
  My heart and tongue employ.

The hosts of God encamp around
  The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
  Who make his name their trust.

O make but trial of his love.
  Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
  Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
  Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,
  He’ll make your wants his care.

Tate and Brady

Oranges, Glassware and Cosmos with He lives and loves, our Saviour King and My God I have found

He lives and loves, our Saviour King;
With joyful lips your tribute bring;
Repeat His praise, exalt His name;
Whose grace and truth are still the same.

His Hand is strong, His word endures,
His sacrifice our peace secures;
From sin and death He doth redeem,
His changeless love be all our theme.

Each day reveals His constant love,
With “mercies new” from heav’n above;
Thro’ ages past His word has stood;
Oh taste and see that He is good.

Chorus
His mercy flows, an endless stream,
To all eternity the same;
To all eternity, to all eternity,
To all eternity the same.
                       J. H. Johnston
My God I have found
The thrice blessed ground,
Where life, and where joy, and true comfort abound.

‘Tis found in the blood
Of Him who once stood
My refuge and safety, my surety with God.

He bore on the tree
The sentence for me,
And now both the surety and sinner are free.

And though here below
‘Mid sorrow and woe,
My place is in heaven with Jesus I know.

And this I shall find
For such is His mind,
“He’ll not be in glory and leave me behind.”

Chorus
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Revive us again.

Rev. John Gambold

Rose and Bud with Encamped along the hills of ligh and Come, my soul, thy suit prepare

Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise,
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies;
Against the foe in vales below,
Let all our strength be hurled;
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love,
Our sword the word of God;
We tread the road the saints above
With shouts of triumph trod;
By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath,
Swept on o’er ev’ry field;
The faith by which they conquered Death
Is still our shining shield.

On ev’ry hand the foe we find
Drawn up in dread array;
Let tents of ease be left behind,
And onward to the fray;
Salvation’s helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread,
And echo with our shout.

To him that overcomes the foe,
White raiment shall be giv’n;
Before the angels he shall know
His name confessed in heav’n;
Then onward from the hills of light,
Our hearts with love aflame;
We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night,
In Jesus’ conqu’ring name.

Chorus
Faith is the victory!
Faith is the victory!
Oh, glorious victory,
That overcomes the world.
                       John H. Yates
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer,
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee, nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring,
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast,
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

Rev. John Newton

Dried Daffodils with I will sing the wondrous story and O crown of rejoicing that’s waiting for me

I will sing the wondrous story,
Of the Christ who died for me,
How He left His home in glory,
For the cross on Calvary.

I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.

I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall,
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.

Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s paths I often tread,
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I’m safely led.

He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

Chorus
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
                        F. H. Rowley  

O crown of rejoicing that’s waiting for me,
When finished my course, and when Jesus I see,
And when from my Lord comes the sweet sounding word:
“Receive faithful servant, the joy of thy Lord.”

O wonderful song that in glory I’ll sing,
To Him who redeemed me to Jesus my King;
All glory and honor to Him shall be given,
And praises unceasing forever in heaven.

O joy everlasting when heaven is won,
Forever in glory to shine as the sun;
No sorrow nor sighing-these all flee away,
No night there, no shadows-’tis one endless day.

O wonderful name which the glorified bear,
The new name which Jesus bestows on us there;
To him that o’ercometh ‘twill only be given,
Blest sign of approval, our welcome to heaven.

Chorus
O crown of rejoicing, O wonderful song;
O joy everlasting, O glorified throng;
O beautiful home, my home can it be?
O glory reserved for me!

Rev. J. B. Atchinson

Sunflower, Dish, and Wood with When my lifework is ended, and I cross the swelling tide and My hope is built on nothing less

When my lifework is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

Oh, the soul-thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace,
That prepares for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.

Thro’ the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears shall ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.

Chorus
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
As redeem’d by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him
By the print of the nails in His hand.
                      Fanny J. Crosby
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O, may I then in Him be found;
Drest in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!

Chorus
On Christ, the Solid Rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

Rev. Edward Mote

Chicory with There is never a day so dreary and The day is gently sinking to a close

There is never a day so dreary,
But God can make it bright;
And unto the soul that trusts Him,
He giveth songs in the night.
There is never a path so hidden,
But God will lead the way,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray.

There is never a cross so heavy,
But the nail-scar’d hands are there,
Outstretched in tender compassion,
The burden to help us bear.
There is never a heart so broken,
But the loving Lord can heal;
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for His loved ones feel,
For the heart that was pierc’d on Calv’ry,
Doth still for his loved ones feel.

There is never a life so darken’d,
So hopeless and unblest,
But may be fill’d with the light of God,
And enter His promised rest.
There is never a sin or sorrow,
There is never a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross,
But that we may bring to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross.
                          Lilla M. Alexander
The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows.
O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory,
Thou Eternal Light of Light, be with us now.
Where Thou art present darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.

Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend.
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our guide,
Be Thou our light in death’s dark eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.

Thou, Who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succours fail.
When all is dark may we behold Thee nigh,
And hear Thy voice: “Fear not, for it is I.”

The weary world is mouldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away;
In that last sunset when the stars shall fall,
May we arise awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord, for ever to abide
In that blest day which has no eventide.  Amen

Christopher Wordsworth

Peonies with O church of Christ! behold at last and I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice

O church of Christ! behold at last
The promised sign appear-
The gospel preached in all the world;
And lo! the King draws near.

With girded loins, make haste, make haste,
Thy witness to complete;
That Christ may take His throne and bring
All nations to His feet.

And Thou, O Israel, long in dust,
Arise! and come away:
See how the Sun of Righteousness
Sheds forth the beams of day.

The scatter’d sons are gath’ring home,
The fig tree buds again;
A little while, and David’s Son
On David’s throne shall reign.

Then sing aloud, O Pilgrim church,
Brief conflict yet remains,
And then Immanuel descends
To bind thy foe in chains.

Chorus
He shall reign from sea to sea,
When He girds on His conqu’ring sword;
All the ends of the earth shall see
The salvation of our God.
                      A. J. Gordon, D. D.

I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in pray’r, and with Thee my God,
I commune as friend with friend.

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Chorus
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Fanny J. Crosby

Like Wallpaper with Some day the silver cord will break and All my doubts I give to Jesus

Some day the silver cord will break,
And I no more as now shall sing;
But, O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King!

Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be,
But this I know-my All in All
Has now a place in heav’n for me.

Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west,
My blessed Lord shall say, “Well done!”
And I shall enter into rest.

Some day; till then I’ll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimm’d and burning bright,
That when my Saviour ope’s the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.

Chorus
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story-Saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story-Saved by grace.
                       F. J. Crosby

All my doubts I give to Jesus!
I’ve His gracious promise heard-
“I shall never be confounded”-
I am trusting in that word.

All my sin I lay on Jesus!
He doth wash me in His blood:
He will keep me pure and holy,
He will bring me home to God.

All my fears I give to Jesus!
Rests my weary soul on Him;
Tho’ my way be hid in darkness,
Never can His light grow dim.

All my joys I give to Jesus!
He is all I want of bliss:
He of all the worlds is Master-
He has all I need in this.

All I am I give to Jesus!
All my body, all my soul,
All I have, and all I hope for,
While eternal ages roll.

Chorus
I am trusting, fully trusting,
Sweetly trusting in His word;
I am trusting, fully trusting,
Sweetly trusting in His word.

J. C. Morgan

Wild Roses with A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow and My song shall be of Jesus

A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow;
A great glad hope which faith can ever borrow
To gild the passing day with the glory of the morrow,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A star in the sky, a beacon bright to guide us;
An anchor sure to hold when storms betide us;
A refuge for the soul, where in quiet we may hide us,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A call of command, like trumpet clearly sounding,
To make us bold when evil is surrounding;
To stir the sluggish heart, and to keep in good abounding,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

A word from the One to all our hearts the dearest,
A parting word to make Him aye the nearest;
Of all His precious words, the sweetest, brightest, clearest,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

Chorus
Blessed hope, blessed hope,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord;
How the aching heart it cheers,
How it glistens thro’ our tears,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord.
                               D. W. Whittle

My song shall be of Jesus,
His mercy crowns my days,
He fills my cup with blessings,
And tunes my heart to praise;
My song shall be of Jesus,
The precious Lamb of God,
Who gave Himself my ransom,
And bought me with His blood.

My song shall be of Jesus,
When, sitting at His feet,
I call to mind His goodness,
In meditation sweet;
My song shall be of Jesus,
Whatever ill betide;
I’ll sing the grace that saves me,
And keeps me at His side.

My song shall be of Jesus,
While pressing on my way
To reach the blissful region
Of pure and perfect day.
And when my soul shall enter
The gate of Eden fair,
A song of praise to Jesus
I’ll sing forever there.

Mrs. Van Alstyne

Flowers From the Field with The Homeland! O the Homeland and Have you on the Lord believed

The Homeland!  O the Homeland!
The land of the freeborn!
There’s no night in the Homeland,
But aye the fadeless morn;
I’m sighing for the Homeland,
My heart is aching here;
There is no pain in the Homeland,
To which I’m drawing near;
There is no pain in the Homeland
To which I’m drawing near.

My Lord is in the Homeland,
With angels bright and fair;
There’s no sin in the Homeland,
And no temptation there;
The music of the Homeland
Is ringing in my ears;
And when I think of the Homeland,
My eyes are filled with tears;
And when I think of the Homeland,
My eyes are filled with tears.

My loved ones in the Homeland
Are waiting me to come,
Where neither death nor sorrow
Invades their holy home;
O dear, dear native Country!
O rest and peace above!
Christ bring us all to the Homeland,
Of Thy redeeming love;
Christ bring us all to the Homeland,
Of Thy redeeming love!
              Rev. H. R. Haweis



Have you on the Lord believed?
Still there’s more to follow;
Of His grace have you received?
Still there’s more to follow;
Oh, the grace the Father shows!
Still there’s more to follow,
Freely He His grace bestows,
Still there’s more to follow.

Have you felt the Saviour near?
Still there’s more to follow;
Does His blessed presence cheer?
Still there’s more to follow;
Oh, the love that Jesus shows!
Still there’s more to follow,
Freely He His love bestows,
Still there’s more to follow.

Have you felt the Spirit’s power?
Still there’s more to follow;
Falling like the gentle shower?
Still there’s more to follow;
Oh, the power the Spirit shows!
Still there’s more to follow,
Freely He His power bestows,
Still there’s more to follow.

Chorus
More and more, more and more,
Always more to follow,
Oh, His matchless, boundless love!
Still there’s more to follow.

By P. P. Bliss

Morning Glories in Bowl with Trembling soul, beset by fears and Simply trusting every day

Trembling soul, beset by fears,
“Thy God reigneth!”
Look above and dry thy tears,
“Thy God reigneth!”
Tho’ thy foes with pow’r assail,
Naught against thee shall prevail;
Trust in Him; He’ll never fail,
“Thy God reigneth,
Thy God reigneth.”

Join, ye saints, the truth proclaim,
“Thy God reigneth!”
Shout it forth with glad acclaim,
“Thy God reigneth!”
Zion, wake, the morn is nigh,
See it break from yonder sky;
Loud and clear the watchmen cry:
“Thy God reigneth,
Thy God reigneth.”

Church of Christ, awake! awake!
“Thy God reigneth!”
Forward, then fresh courage take;
“Thy God reigneth!”
Soon descending from His throne,
He shall claim thee for His own;
Sin shall then be overthrown;
“Thy God reigneth,
Thy God reigneth.”
                          F. S. Shepherd, arr.

Simply trusting every day,
Trusting thro’ a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Brightly doth His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Singing, if my way is clear;
Praying, if the path is drear;
If in danger, for Him call;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Trusting Him while life shall last,
Trusting Him till earth is past;
Till within the jasper wall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Chorus
Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate’er befall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

     Rev. Edgar Page Stites

Peonies, Lilacs with Gazing on the Lord in glory and I love to tell the Story

Gazing on the Lord in glory,
  While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
  Of the cross, its shame and woe:

Ev’ry mark of dark dishonor
  Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart’s sorrow,
  Told in answ’ring glory now!

On that cross, alone, forsaken,
  Where no pitying eye was found;
Now, to God’s right hand exalted,
  With Thy praise the heav’ns resound!

Did Thy God e’en then forsake Thee,
  Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
  All His glory now we read.

Gazing on it we adore Thee,
  Blessed, precious, holy Lord!
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy-
  This be earth’s and heav’n’s accord.

Rise our hearts, and bless the Father-
  Ceaseless song e’en here begun;
Endless praise and adoration
  To the Father and the Son!

     Miss C. Thompson

I love to tell the Story
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His Glory,
  Of Jesus and His love!
I love to tell the Story!
  Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longings,
  As nothing else would do.

I love to tell the Story!
  More wonderful it seems,
Than all the golden fancies
  Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the Story!
  It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason,
  I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the Story!
  ‘Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
  More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the Story;
  For some have never heard
The message of salvation
  From God’s own Holy Word.

I love to tell the Story!
  For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
  To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
  I sing the NEW, NEW SONG,
‘Twill be-the OLD, OLD STORY
  That I have loved so long.

Chorus
I love to tell the Story!
‘Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the Old, Old Story
Of Jesus and His love.
                              Miss Kate Hankey

Peonies in a Gray Vase, Lilies with Knowing Thy way is always best and I know not the hour when my Lord will come

Knowing Thy way is always best,
  However dark it be,-
Knowing that we, would we be blessed,
  Must ever look to Thee;
 
May we in all things see Thy hand,
  And always bless Thy name,
Submitting to Thy blest command-
  Whate’er Thou dost ordain!

We know not what Thou hast in store,-
  Joy, sorrow, good, or ill,-
We only pray that we the more
  May trust Thy perfect will.

     Russell Carter


1.
I know not the hour when my Lord will come
To take me away to His own dear home;
But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
And that will be glory for me.

Chorus
And that will be glory for me.
Oh, that will be glory for me.
But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
And that will be glory for me.

2.
I know not the song that the angels sing,
I know not the sound of the harps’ glad ring;
But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.

Chorus
And that will be music for me.
Oh, that will be music for me.
But I know that there‘ll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.

3.
I know not the form of my mansion fair,
I know not the name that I then shall bear;
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
And that will be heaven for me.

Chorus
And that will be heaven for me.
Oh, that will be heaven for me.
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
And that will be heaven for me.
                                   P. P. Bliss

I love to steal awhile away
  From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
  In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed
  The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead
  Where none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,
  And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
  On Him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
  Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew
  While here by tempests driven.

Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,
  May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
  And lead to endless day.  Amen

Phoebe H. Brown, alt

Always Room for Peonies and Blue Flowers with For sickness, sadness, pain and loss and Not now, my child, - a little more rough tossing

For sickness, sadness, pain and loss,
For fellowship with Jesu’s Cross
That turns this world’s gold into dross,-
  For this we thank Thee!

For loving faithfulness and grace
That cast us down upon our face,
And make the flesh take its own place,-
  For this we thank Thee!

In all our joy and all our grief,
For chast’ning sore, or sweet relief,
For lengthen’d days, or waiting brief,-
  For all we thank Thee!

And when our time on earth is o’er,
When in Thy presence we adore,
O then, for all that’s gone before,
  We e’er shall thank Thee!

     Samuel Ridout


Not now, my child, - a little more rough tossing,
  A little longer on the billows’ foam;
A few more journeyings in the desert darkness,
  And then, the sunshine of thy Father’s Home!

Not now; for I have wanderers in the distance,
  And thou must call them in with patient love;
Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountains,
  And thou must follow them where’er they rove.

Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary;
  Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile?
Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow;
  Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while?

Not now; for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding,
  And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing:
Not now; for orphans’ tears are quickly falling,
  They must be gathered ‘neath some sheltering wing.

Go, with the name of Jesus, to the dying,
  And speak that Name in all its living power;
Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary?
  Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour?

One little hour! and then the glorious crowning,
  The golden harp strings, and the victor’s palm;
One little hour! and then the hallelujah!
  Eternity’s long, deep, thanksgiving psalm!
                        Mrs. Catherine Pennefather

Looking A Lot Like Spring with Sweet to look back, and see my name and O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head

Sweet to look back, and see my name
  In life’s fair book set down!
Sweet to look forward, and behold
  Eternal joys my own!

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
  My sins on Jesus laid!
Sweet to remember how His blood
  My debt of suff’ring paid!

Sweet to look upward to the place
  Where Jesus pleads above!
Sweet to behold Him, and attend
  The whispers of His love!

Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
  Whose love can never end!
Sweet on His covenant of grace
  For all things to depend!

Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
  To trust His firm decrees!
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
  And know no will but His!
  
     A. M. Toplady

O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

Death and the curse were in our cup-
O Christ, ‘twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop-
‘Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup-love drank it up;
Now blessings’ draught for me.

Jehovah lifted up His rod-
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.

The tempest’s awful voice was heard-
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

Jehovah bade His sword awake-
O Christ, it woke ‘gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be-
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.

For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt risen: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy GLORY then for me!

Mrs. A. R. Cousin

Iris, Cosmos with I need Thee, precious Jesus and All the way my Saviour leads me

I need Thee, precious Jesus!
  For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
  I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus
  To cheer me on my way,
To guide my feeble footsteps,
  To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
  I need a friend like Thee;
A friend so sympathizing,
  A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
  To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want to,
  And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
  And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
  And seated on Thy throne;
There, with the blood-bought children,
  My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus-
  To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.

     Frederick Whitfield

All the way my Saviour leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who thro’ life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Saviour leads me;
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread;
Tho’ my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Saviour leads me;
Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above;
When my spirit, cloth’d immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages-
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song thro’ endless ages-
Jesus led me all the way.
                          Fanny J. Crosby

Fresh Flowers with There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes and Soldiers of Christ arise

There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes,
There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes;
There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes
To gather His loved ones home.

There’ll be no more sorrow when Jesus comes,
There’ll be no more sorrow when Jesus comes;
But a glorious morrow when Jesus comes
To gather His loved ones home.

There’ll be no more weeping when Jesus comes,
There’ll be no more weeping when Jesus comes;
But a blessed reaping when Jesus comes
To gather His loves ones home.

There’ll be songs of greeting when Jesus comes,
There’ll be songs of greeting when Jesus comes;
And a joyful meeting when Jesus comes
To gather His loved ones home.

Refrain
To gather His loved ones home,
To gather His loved ones home;
There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes
To gather His loved ones home.
                                W. O. Cushing


Soldiers of Christ arise,
  And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
  Through His Eternal Son.

Strong in the Lord of hosts,
  And in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
  Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might,
  With all His strength endued;
But take, to arm you for the fight,
  The panoply of God:

That, having all things done,
  And all your conflicts passed,
Ye may o’ercome through Christ alone,
  And stand entire at last.

From strength to strength go on;
  Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
  And win the well-fought day.

Still let the Spirit cry
  In all His soldiers, “Come,”
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
  And takes the conquerors home.

Rev. Charles Wesley

My Cat and Peonies with Let not thy heart despair and Lord, speak to me, that I may speak

Let not thy heart despair,
Nor be afraid;
God heareth earnest pray’r,
He giveth aid;
He is thy Helper nigh,
And will thy need supply;
Then on His love reply,
Calm, undismayed.

What tho’ misfortunes fall
Part of thy lot;
They cannot take thine all,
God changeth not;
Look up with hopeful glance,
Be of glad countenance;
Onward in faith advance,
Sadness forgot.

This earth is not the home,
Where thou shalt stay;
Here constant changes come,
Time speeds away;
Yet when life’s transient gleam
Fades like a passing dream,
Brightly on thee will beam
An endless day.
                   Rev. R. F. Gordon
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
  In living echoes of Thy tone;
As thou hast sought, so let me seek
  Thy erring children lost and lone.

O lead me, Lord, that I may lead
  The wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
  Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.

O strengthen me, that while I stand
  Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
  To wrestlers with the troubled sea.

O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
  The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
  The hidden depths of many a heart.

O use me, Lord, use even me,
  Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until Thy blessed face I see,
  Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.

Frances R. Havergal

Peaches, Apples with Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine and Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;
Living with Jesus, a new life divine;
Looking to Jesus ‘till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment I’m under His care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan;
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment, He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.

Chorus
Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, Oh, Lord, I am Thine.
                        D. W. Whittle
Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs
  With trembling hand that from Thy table fall,
A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes
  To plead Thy promise and obey thy call.

I am not worthy to be thought Thy child,
  Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board;
Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled,
  I only ask one reconciling word.

One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look,
  And I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
  The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

I hear Thy voice; Thou bidd’st me come and rest;
  I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy pierced feet;
Thou bidd’st me take my place, a welcome guest
  Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat.

My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
  My prayer can only lose itself in Thee;
Dwell Thou for ever in my heart, and there,
  Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

At the Water with “Arise, young men, arise!” and We are waiting by the river

“Arise, young men, arise!”
Thy Saviour’s loving voice
Now bids thee lift thine eyes,
And in His life rejoice;
He raised the sleeping dead,
And made it grand to live;
For thee His blood was shed,
All help His arm will give.

Arise! for death is nigh,
Life’s day is all too brief;
Like light its moments fly,
Its gladness and its grief;
Arise, and take thy part,
In God’s tremendous fight;
To arms! stir up thy heart,
Go forth in heaven’s great might.

Arise from dreams of fame,
From sensual slumber rise;
Keep spotless Christ’s dear name,
Thy wealth seek in the skies;
The noblest works await
Thine aid with high reward,
And, crowned at glory’s gate,
Thou’lt meet thy risen Lord.
                             Rev. J. H. Edwards
We are waiting by the river.
  We are watching by the shore,
Only waiting for the boatman.
  Soon He’ll come to bear us o’er.

Though the mist hang o’er the river,
  And its billows loudly roar,
Yet we hear the song of angels,
  Wafted from the other shore.

And the bright celestial city,-
  We have caught such radiant gleams
Of its towers like dazzling sunlight,
  With its sweet and peaceful streams.

He has called for many a loved one.
  We have seen them leave our side;
With our Saviour we shall meet them
  When we too, have crossed the tide.

When we’ve passed the vale of shadows,
  With its dark and chilling tide,
In that bright and glorious city
  We shall evermore abide.

Miss Mary P. Griffin

II Ki 2:6-11
6 And Elijah said unto him, Tarry, I pray
thee, here; for the LORD hath sent me to
Jordan. And he said, As the LORD liveth,
and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee.
And they two went on.
7 And fifty men of the sons of the prophets
went, and stood to view afar off: and they
two stood by Jordan.
8 And Elijah took his mantle, and wrapped
it together, and smote the waters, and they
were divided hither and thither, so that they
two went over on dry ground.
9 And it came to pass, when they were
gone over, that Elijah said unto Elisha, Ask
what I shall do for thee, before I be taken away
from thee. And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a
double portion of thy spirit be upon me.
10 And he said, Thou hast asked a hard thing:
nevertheless, if thou see me when I am taken
from thee, it shall be so unto thee; but if not,
it shall not be so.
11 And it came to pass, as they still went on,
and talked, that, behold, there appeared a
chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted
them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a
whirlwind into heaven.

Waterfall with What a blessed hope is mine and There is a land of pure delight

What a blessed hope is mine,
Thro’ the love of Jesus;
I’m an heir of life divine,
Thro’ the love of Jesus.

I can sing without a fear,
Praise the name of Jesus;
He my present help is near,
Praise the name of Jesus.

Pressing on my pilgrim way,
Trusting only Jesus,
O ‘tis joy from day to day,
Trusting only Jesus.

Thus my journey I’ll pursue,
Looking unto Jesus,
Till the land of rest I view,
There to dwell with Jesus.

Chorus
He will my soul defend,
He, my unchanging Friend;
He will keep me to the end;
All glory be to Jesus.
                         Robert Bruce
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green,
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts