Completely Spring with Thro’ all the brightness of life’s glad day and I’m but a stranger here

Thro’ all the brightness of life’s glad day,
Thro’ all the darkness of battle fray;
Telling the pow’r of our Christ to save,
True to the faith! let our colors wave.

In the front ranks let our place be found,
Where the most sorrow and sin abound;
Where we are needed, in ev’ry land,
True to the faith! may our banner stand.

Lord, where Thou leadest, we gladly go,
Fearless and dauntless to face the foe;
By Thine own love from sin’s pow’r set free,
True to the faith! shall our standard be.

Chorus
True to the faith, when the storm is high,
True to the faith, when defeat seems nigh;
True to the faith!  be our battle cry,
I have kept the faith.

Elizabeth M. Clark

I’m but a stranger here,
     Heav’n is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
     Heav’n is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on ev’ry hand,
Heav’n is my fatherland,
     Heav’n is my home.

What tho’ the tempest rage,
     Heav’n is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
     Heav’n is my home;
And time’s wild wintry blast
Soon shall be overpast,
I shall reach home at last,
     Heav’n is my home.

There at my Savior’s side,
     Heav’n is my home;
I shall be glorified,
     Heav’n is my home;
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best;
And there I too shall rest,
     Heav’n is my home.

Therefore I murmur not,
     Heaven is my home;
Whate’er my earthly lot,
     Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord’s right hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
     Heaven is my home.

Thomas R. Taylor

Yellow Pears with When earthly cares and sorrows roll and Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow

When earthly cares and sorrows roll
Like ocean’s billows o’er my soul
No tempest can my barque control,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

I need Thee, oh, I need Thee so,
To help me as I onward go;
Sin’s arrows cannot lay me low,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

No cloud can hide from me Thy face,
No storm deprive me of Thy grace,
No sin within my heart have place,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

In joy or sorrow still be near,
To drive away my ev’ry fear;
Earth’s changes cannot harm me here,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

Chorus
Bring peace to my soul today,
Bring peace today,
Bring peace to my soul today, today,
Bring peace to my soul today.

Helen M. Dungan

Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow
That a time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus,
“All of self, and none of Thee,”
All of self and none of Thee,
All of self and none of Thee,
When I proudly said to Jesus
“All of self and none of Thee.”

Yet He found me; I beheld Him
Bleeding on th’ accursed tree,
And my wistful heart said faintly,
“Some of self, and some of Thee,”
Some of self and some of Thee,
Some of self and some of Thee,
And my wistful heart said faintly
“Some of self and some of Thee.”

Day by day His tender mercy
Healing, helping, full and free,
Bro’t me lower, while I whispered
“Less of self, and more of Thee,”
Less of self and more of Thee,
Less of self and more of Thee,
Bro’t me lower while I whispered
“Less of self and more of Thee.”

Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self, and all of Thee,”
None of self and all of Thee,
None of self and all of Thee,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self and all of Thee.”

Rev. Theo. Monod, arrLord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self and all of Thee.”

Rev. Theo. Monod, arr.

Tiger Lilies and Butterflies with In love He redeemed me, the Savior divine and Led by the hand of faith

In love He redeemed me, the Savior divine,
I’m trusting in Him, life eternal is mine;
Unworthy the least of His gifts to receive-
Salvation is mine as on Him I believe.

In love He redeemed me, thro’ shedding of blood,
From “far away” places He brought me to God;
He found me a sinner with no one to save,
And graciously, lovingly my sins forgave.

In love He redeemed me and made me His own,
An heir to His glory, His kingdom and throne;
Now anthems of joy to His name will I sing,
Adoring my Savior, my Lord and my King.

Chorus
Wonderful, wonderful love!
He came from the glory above
To seek and to save, and to make me His own;
O, wonderful, wonderful love!

Mrs. C. D. Martin
Led by the hand of faith
Near to Thy throne,
Pleading Thy merit, Lord,
Thy name alone.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
We are Thine own.

Here at Thy mercy-seat,
Just as we are,
Down at Thy sacred feet
Casting our care.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Hear Thou our prayer.

Teach us by faith to say,
“Thy will be done;”
Help us by grace divine
Our race to run.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Bless ev’ry one.

Trusting Thy holy word,
Heeding Thy call;
Safe till our journey’s end
We shall not fall.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Thou art our all.

Rachel Rivers

Peonies with I am a stranger here, within a foreign land and A friend I have call’d Jesus

I am a stranger here, within a foreign land,
My home is far away, upon a golden strand;
Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea,
I’m here on business for my King.

This is the King’s command, that all men ev’rywhere,
Repent and turn away, from sin’s seductive snare;
That all who will obey, with Him shall reign for aye,
And that’s my business for my King.

My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain,
Eternal life and joy thro’out its vast domain;
My Sov’reign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell,
And that’s my business for my King.

Chorus
This is the message that I bring,
A message angels fain would sing;
“Oh, be ye reconciled”
Thus saith my Lord and King,
“Oh, be ye reconciled to God.”

Dr. E. T. Cassel
A friend I have call’d Jesus
Whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe’er ‘tis tried,
No matter what I do.
I’ve sinn’d against this love of His,
But when I knelt to pray
Confessing all my guilt to Him,
The sin clouds roll’d away.

Sometimes the clouds of trouble
Be dim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior’s face,
I doubt His wondrous love.
But He, from heaven’s mercy-seat
Beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between,
And shows me His is there.

When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me,
And break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless,
And I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then,
Nor do I go in vain,
For heav’nly hope He gives that cheers,
Like sunshine after rain.

O I could sing forever
Of Jesus’ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness
For this poor life of mine.
His love is in and over all
And wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers “Peace be still”
And rolls the clouds away.

Chorus
It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
It’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
It’s just like Jesus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.

Edna R. Worrell

Spring Blossoms with Jesus, Master, hast Thou messages to send? and There’s a wideness in God’s mercy

Jesus, Master, hast Thou messages to send?
Here am I, here am I!
Waiting, list’ning, at Thy feet I lowly bend,
Here am I-O do not pass me by!

Saviour, is there not some lowly task to do?
O send me, O send me!
Gird me now for service, make me strong and true,
Send me on some errand, Lord, for Thee!

Dost Thou need a hand to bear a shining light?
Use my hand, use my hand!
Dost Thou need a patient watcher in the night?
Let me serve Thee, Lord, at Thy command!

Working, waiting, whatsoe’er Thy holy will,
Here am I, here am I!
Master, let me Thy desire alone fulfill,
Keep me to Thy heart forever nigh!

Chorus
Ready for Thy service, Master, here am I!
Hush my heart to hear Thee calling from on high;
Choose Thou for me, let me still reply-
O Master, here am I!

Julia H. Johnston
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
  Like the wideness of the sea,
There’s a kindness in His justice,
  Which is more than liberty.

There is welcome for the sinner,
  And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior,
  There is healing in His blood.

For the love of God is broader
  Than the measure of man’s mind;
And the heart of the Eternal,
  Is most wonderfully kind.

If our love were but more simple,
  We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
  In the sweetness of our Lord.

Frederick W. Faber

Tea Roses with Our day of praise is done and Where Jesus is, is home to me

Our day of praise is done;
  The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
  True Light that light’nest all.

Around the throne on high,
  Where night can never be,
The white robed harpers of the sky
  Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
  Too soon of praise we tire:
But O, the strains, how full and clear,
  Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
  If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
  May bear our lower part.

‘T is Thine each soul to calm,
  Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
  Of glory to Thy Name.

A little while, and then
  Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
  In perfect praise shall blend. Amen

John Ellerton
Where Jesus is, is home to me;             
There all is bright and fair;
He daily walks and talks with me,
And keeps me in His care.
To Him my soul is clinging,
While bells of joy are ringing;
For all the time I’m singing,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
And all my soul desires;
To be with Him by day and night,
Is all my heart requires.
His grace I cannot measure;
His love, a constant pleasure;
He is my only treasure;
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
In palace, hall or mart;
And tho’ the world may turn aside,
From Him I cannot part.
His watchful care is o’er me;
His love is all my story;
And I shall sing in glory,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Chorus
Where Jesus is, is home,
A stranger tho’ I roam;
My latest breath shall sing in death,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

     Chas. H. Gabriel

Roses in White Crock with Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother and Day by day the manna fell

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Houses and acres so broad?
No title to mansions of glory eternal,
And none to the city of God?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Friendships to share and to make?
And know not the friendship of Jesus, the Savior,
Of Jesus who died for thy sake?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Earthly ambition and fame?
If Christ in the life book of glory eternal,
Had never recorded thy name?

Chorus
What shall it profit thee then?
Tho’ the whole world be thine own.
When the death angel has called for thy spirit,
And mercy forever has flown.

M. P. Ferguson

Day by day the manna fell;
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

“Day by day” the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of today.

Lord, my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.

Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father’s will. Amen

Josiah Conder

Blue, Green, and Orange with “But for a moment”-this valley of sorrows and Some day ‘twill all be over

“But for a moment”-this valley of sorrows,
Darken’d with shadows and heavy with sighs:
Bright dawns the morrow, the glorious morrow!
Faint not!  The sun shall with healing rise!

“Far more exceeding” the heavenly glory-
Sufferings here with it cannot compare.
Glory eternal the guerdon for anguish-
Radiant crowns, for the thorns, over there!

Temporal things like a vapor shall vanish,
Higher than earth lies the land of our choice.
Upward we press to the kingdom eternal;
Jesus, our King, we behold and rejoice!

Refrain
“But for a moment!” Only a moment!
Light our affliction-’twill soon pass away;
“But for a moment!” “Only a moment!”
Then comes the glory, forever and aye!

Adelaide A. Pollard
Some day ‘twill all be over -
The toil and cares of life;
Some day the world be vanquish’d
With all this mortal strife;
Some day, the journey ended,
I’ll lay my burden down;
Some day, in realms supernal
Receive, at last, my crown.

Some day I’ll see the mansions
Of heaven’s city fair;
Some day I’ll greet with pleasure,
The dear ones waiting there;
Some day I’ll hear the voices
Of God’s angelic throng;
Some day I’ll join the chorus
In heaven’s immortal song.

Some day I’ll see the Savior,
And know Him, face to face;
Some day receive, unmeasured,
The blessings of His grace;
Some day He’ll smile upon me
From that white throne above;
Some day I’ll know the fullness
Of His undying love.

Chorus
Some day, some happy day,
The Lord will wipe all tears away,
And I shall go to dwell with Him,
To dwell with Him some happy day.

Dr. Victor M. Staley
And I shall go to dwell with Him,
To dwell with Him some happy day.

Dr. Victor M. Staley

Glads with Far out on the desolate billow and O child of God, wait patiently

Far out on the desolate billow,
The sailor sails the sea;
Alone with the night and the tempest,
Where countless dangers be.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Far down in the earth’s dark bosom,
The miner mines the ore;
Death lurks in the dark behind him,
And hides in the rock before.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Forth, into the dreadful battle,
The steadfast soldier goes;
No friend where he lies a dying,
His eyes to tenderly close.
Chorus
Yet never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

Lord, grant as we sail life’s ocean,
Or delve in its mines of woe;
Or fight in its terrible conflict,
This comfort all to know.
Chorus
That, never alone is the Christian,
Who lives by faith and prayer;
For God is a friend unfailing,
And God is ev’rywhere.

R. W. Raymond

O child of God, wait patiently
When dark thy path may be,
And let thy faith lean trustingly
On Him who cares for thee;
And though the clouds hang drearily
Upon the brow of night,
Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, He loveth thee,
And thou art all His own;
With gentle hand He leadeth thee,
Thou dost not walk alone;
And though thou watchest wearily
The long and stormy night,
Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, how peacefully
He calms thy fears to rest,
And draws thee upward tenderly,
Where dwell the pure and blest;
And He who bendeth silently
Above the gloom of night,
Will take thee home where endless joy
Shall fill thy soul with light.

F. J. Crosby

Front Stage Roses with I will not go where I cannot take Jesus and We lift our songs to Thee

I will not go where I cannot take Jesus,
Jesus my Savior, my friend and Guide,
For I should tremble to feel for one moment
That He was absent from my side.

I will not do what I know would grieve Jesus,
How could I spurn such a Friend as He?
No!  for a lifetime of tend’rest devotion
Cannot repay His love to me.

I’ll not believe what I cannot tell Jesus,
Nor will I think upon things untrue;
For in the light or the darkness He surely
Knoweth all things we think or do.

I’ll do whatever I know will please Jesus,
I will be faithful in ev’rything;
Yes, by the help and the grace that He gives me,
I will be loyal to my King.

Chorus
Stay with me, Savior, keep me I pray;
Never a moment let me stray,
Help me more often Thy love to remember,
That I may live closer, closer to Thee.

Chas. H. Gabriel

We lift our songs to Thee,
Our Saviour and our guide;
O make us from our burdens free,
And keep us near Thy side.

We lift our pray’ers to Thee,
Who only heareth pray’r;
They who on earth do thus agree,
Shall find Thy blessing there.

We lift our faith to Thee,
Increased by grace divine;
Help us, O Lord, Thy footsteps see,
And on Thy help recline.

We lift our all to Thee,
For all things, Lord, are Thine;
Take us, and all we have, and see
Thy likeness in us shine.

N. J. Squires

Shrub Blossoms with When the foe is pressing hard and Fear not! God is thy shield

When the foe is pressing hard,
Jesus, hold me fast;
When he would my zeal retard,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When the way is rough and steep,
Jesus, hold me fast;
Heaven’s path I fain would keep,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When my footsteps falter here,
Jesus, hold me fast;
I must have my Savior near,
Jesus, hold me fast.

When my heart with sorrow breaks,
Jesus, hold me fast;
When my loved ones cold death takes,
Jesus, hold me fast.

Chorus
Jesus, hold me fast,
Jesus, hold me fast;
By Thy love and righteousness,
Jesus, hold me fast.

French E. Oliver
Fear not! God is thy shield,
And He thy great reward;
His might has won the field:
Thy strength is in the Lord!

Fear not! for God has heard
The cry of thy distress;
The water of His word
Thy fainting soul shall bless.

Fear not! be not dismayed!
He evermore will be
With thee, to give His aid,
And He will strengthen thee.

Fear not! ye little flock;
Your Shepherd soon will come,
Give water from the rock,
And bring you to His home!

Refrain
Fear not!  ‘tis God’s own voice
That speaks to thee this word;
Lift up your head:  rejoice
In Jesus Christ thy Lord!

     E. G. Taylor

Sunset with No sorrow yonder, and no more of pain and and Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart

No sorrow yonder, and no more of pain,
In that blest City-never more again,
Shall death and crying, tears and suffering,
Harass the soul with anguish, Christ is King!

No sadness yonder, and no dol’rous days,
No sea of trouble, and no woful ways,
No tiresome waiting for the storm to cease;
“The valley of the shadow” leads to peace!

No reign of terror, and no silent grief,
No more temptation, and no withered leaf,
No cheerless fireside, and no love bereft,
For in the Rock of Ages is a cleft!

No absent loved ones-worthy of a place-
Where saints and angels see His blessed face,
But sweet reunion, blithe felicity;
Rejoicing in the cross of Calvary.

Chorus
No sorrow yonder, all mourning done,
No more heart wounding-Heaven won!

French E. Oliver

Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart;
If doubts and fears o’ertake thee,
Remember this-the Lord hath said,
He never will forsake thee;
Then murmur not, still bear thy lot,
Nor yield to care or sorrow;
Be sure the clouds that frown today
Will break in smiles tomorrow.

Hope on, hope on, though dark and deep
The shadows gather o’er thee;
Be not dismayed; thy Saviour holds
The Lamp of life before thee;
And if He will that thou today
Shouldst tread the vale of sorrow,
Be not afraid, but trust and wait;
The sun will shine tomorrow.

Hope on, hope on, go bravely forth
Through trial and temptation,
Directed by the word of truth,
So full of consolation;
There is a calm for ev’ry storm,
A joy for ev’ry sorrow,
A night from which the soul shall wake
To hail an endless morrow.

Robert Bruce

Flowers in Tin Vase and City Garden with “God bless you!” from the heart we sing and Sweet is the promise “I will not forget thee;”

“God bless you!” from the heart we sing,
God give to ev’ry one His grace,
Till He on high His ransomed bring
To dwell with Him in endless peace.

God bless you on your pilgrim way,
Thro’ storm and sunshine guiding still;
His presence guard you day by day,
And keep you safe from ev’ry ill.

God bless you in this world of strife,
When oft the soul would homeward fly,
And give the sweetness to your life,
Of waiting for the rest on high.

God bless you, and the patience give
To walk thro’ life by Jesus’ side;
For Him to bear, for Him to live,
And then with Him be glorified.

God bless us all, and give us rest
When Christ shall come and glory dawn;
Our sun is swinging toward the west,
Life’s little day will soon be gone.

Chorus
God bless you!  God bless you!
Bless and keep us all in Jesus’ love,
And, when our partings here are over,
Take us to the joys above.

    El. Nathan


Sweet is the promise “I will not forget thee;”
Nothing can molest or turn my soul away;
E’en tho’ the night be dark within the valley,
Just beyond is shining an eternal day.

Trusting the promise “I will not forget thee;”
Onward will I go with songs of joy and love,
Tho’ earth despise me, tho’ my friends forsake me,
I shall be remembered in my home above.

When at the golden portals I am standing,
All my tribulations, all my sorrows past,
How sweet to hear the blessed proclamation
“Enter, faithful servant, welcome home at last.”

Chorus
I will not forget thee or leave thee,
In my hands I’ll hold thee, in my arms I’ll fold thee,
I will not forget thee or leave thee,
I am thy Redeemer, I will care for thee.

Charles H. Gabriel

Crabapple Blossoms and Glassware with I’m on life’s ocean, homeward bound and O worship the King all glorious above

I’m on life’s ocean, homeward bound,
My Pilot is Jesus;
Where many mansions will be found,
My Pilot is Jesus.

The old ship Zion is my boat,
My Pilot is Jesus;
In ev’ry storm she’ll safely float,
My Pilot is Jesus.

No hiding rock or treach’rous shoal,
My Pilot is Jesus;
Can wreck me ere I reach my goal,
My Pilot is Jesus.

He calms the raging winds at will,
My Pilot is Jesus;
He speaks, and lashing waves are still,
My Pilot is Jesus.

Chorus
My Pilot is Jesus,
My Pilot is Jesus;
Oh, what care I tho’ waves roll high;
My Pilot is Jesus.

French E. Oliver

O worship the King all glorious above,
And gratefully sing His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilion’d in splendor, and girded with praise.

O tell of His might, and sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies, how tender!  How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

Robert Grant

Black Locust Blossoms and Magnolia Bloom with We would see Jesus-for the shadows lengthen and If I could fly beyond the tide, where shines the perfect day

We would see Jesus-for the shadows lengthen
Across this little landscape of our life;
We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen
For the last weariness-the final strife.

We would see Jesus-the great Rock foundation,
Whereon our feet were set with sov’reign grace;
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us, if we see His face.

We would see Jesus-other lights are paling,
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing;
We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.

We would see Jesus-this is all we’re needing,
Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading;
Then welcome, day! and farewell, mortal night!

     Anna B. Warner
If I could fly beyond the tide, where shines the perfect day,
I’d seek the One, whose tender love has brighten’d all life’s way,
And, kneeling down before His feet, forgetting pain and loss,
Give thanks, that He had laid on me the burden of His cross.

Tho’ angel choirs should welcome sing, one voice alone I’ll hear,
That thro’ my earthly pilgrimage has fill’d my soul with cheer;
Its music sweet full well I know, but O the joy divine,
To feel, that thro’ eternity this blessed Lord is mine.

If I could fly beyond the tide, the face I’d long to see
Would be of Him, whose presence here makes earth a heav’n for me;
Some day with Christ, my Lord, I’ll rise to Eden’s happy shore,
And praises sing unto my King who lives forever more.

Chorus
Beyond the tide, the silent tide,
My longing soul, my longing soul would be,
And see the face of Christ, my Lord,
Whose smile makes heav’n, whose smile makes heav’n for me.

Lizzie De Armond

White Roses and Jewelry with Early, my God, without delay, and If Christ is mine, then all is mine

Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without Thy cheering grace.

I’ve seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when Thy richer grace I taste,
And in Thy presence dwell.

Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As Thy forgiving love.

Thus till my last expiring day,
I’ll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
 
     Rev. Isaac Watts
If Christ is mine, then all is mine,
  And more than angels know;
Both present things and things to come,
  And grace and glory too.

  If He is mine, then, though He frown,
  He never will forsake;
His chastisements all work for good,
  And but His love bespeak.

  If He is mine, I need not fear
  The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble frame,
  And all their power repel.

  If He is mine, let friends forsake,
  And earthly comforts flee;
He, the Dispenser of all good,
  Is more than these to me.

  If He is mine, I’ll fearless pass
  Through death’s tremendous vale;
He’ll be my Comfort and my Stay
  When heart and flesh shall fail.

  Let Jesus tell me He is mine,
  I nothing want beside:
My soul shall at the Fountain live
  When all the streams are dried.

Rev. Benjamin Beddome

What a Memory of Roses with I was once far away from the Saviour and Give to the winds thy fears

I was once far away from the Saviour,
  And as vile as a sinner could be;
And I wonder’d if Christ the Redeemer
  Could save a poor sinner like me.

I wander’d on in the darkness,
  Not a ray of light could I see;
And the thought filled my heart with sadness,
  There’s no hope for a sinner like me.

And then, in that dark lonely hour,
  A voice sweetly whispered to me;
Saying, Christ the Redeemer has power
  To save a poor sinner like me.

I listened:  and lo!  ‘twas the Saviour
  That was speaking so kindly to me;
I cried, “I’m the chief of sinners,
  Thou canst save a poor sinner like me!”

I then fully trusted in Jesus;
  And oh, what a joy came to me!
My heart was filled with His praises,
  For saving a sinner like me.

No longer in darkness I’m walking,
  For the light is now shining on me;
And now unto others I’m telling
  How He saved a poor sinner like me.

And when life’s journey is over,
  And I the dear Saviour shall see,
I’ll praise Him for ever and ever,
  For saving a sinner like me.

C. J. Butler

  Give to the winds thy fears;
  Hope, and be undismayed:
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;
  God shall lift up thy head.

  Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
  He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so shall this night
  Soon end in joyous day.

  Still heavy is thy heart?
  Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
  And every care be gone.

  What though thou rulest not?
  Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
  And ruleth all things well.

  Leave to his sovereign sway
  To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own his way,
  How wise, how strong his hand!

  Far, far above thy thought
  His counsel shall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrought
  That caused thy needless fear.

Paul Gerhardt   Tr. by John Wesley

Tulips in a Line with When God the way of life would teach and O city of beauty, I long to behold

When God the way of life would teach,
And gather all His own,
He placed them safe beyond the reach
Of death, by blood alone.

By Christ, the sinless Lamb of God,
The precious blood was shed,
When He fulfilled God’s holy word,
And suffered in our stead.

O soul, for thee salvation thus
By God is freely giv’n;
The blood of Christ atones for sin,
And makes us meet for heav’n.

The wrath of God that was our due,
Upon the Lamb was laid;
And by the shedding of His blood,
The debt for us was paid.

How calm the judgment hour shall pass
To all who do obey
The word of God about the blood,
And make that word their stay.

Chorus
It is His word, God’s precious word,
It stands forever true:
When I, the Lord, shall see the blood,
I will pass over you.

El. Nathan
O city of beauty, I long to behold
Thy pearly white gates and thy pavement of gold;
And I long for a stroll on that beautiful shore
Where earth weary feet shall grow weary no more.

When sad and oppress’d with life’s burdens and fears,
Sweet tho’ts of that city my weary heart cheers,
And I feel that each battle must bravely be won
That I may rejoice in a Father’s “Well done.”

My Savior hath promised for me to prepare
A home in that country so peaceful and fair;
And I rest in this hope, till His loving command
Shall summon me home to that beautiful land.

Chorus
But dearer by far than all else to me,
Is the tho’t that the face of my Lord I shall see;
Yes, dearer by far than all else to me,
Is the tho’t that the face of my Lord I shall see.

M. E. Servoss

Parental Heirlooms with In the cross of Christ I glory and In the deep, deep waves of sorrow

In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story,
Gathers round its head sublime.

When the woes of life o’ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo!  it glows with peace and joy.

When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds new luster to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

Sir John Bowring


In the deep, deep waves of sorrow,
‘Mid the strong swift tides of grief;
Hark, a sound of heav’nly music,
Bringing sweet and sure relief!

Hear it singing, “I am with thee!”
Hear again!  “Be not afraid.”
Can’st thou fear, when He is near thee,
He, on whom thy trust is stayed?

Doth thy way seem hedged about thee?
“I will guide thee with mine eye.”
Do the cares of life perplex thee?
“I will answer ere they cry.”

Art thou weary?  Hark the echo!
“Come, thou weary, one to me;”
Art thou troubled for the future?
“As thy days, thy strength shall be.”

Refrain
Precious music of the Bible!
Music saints and prophets heard!
Bringing hope in times of anguish;
Wondrous music of God’s word!

Flora Kirkland

Tree Blossoms with Lord, I have made Thy word my choice, and When peace, like a river, attendeth my way

Lord, I have made Thy word my choice,
  My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest pow’rs rejoice,
  My warmest thoughts engage.

I’ll read the histories of Thy love,
  And keep Thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,
  With ever fresh delight.

‘Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
  Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
  And hidden glory lies.

The best relief that mourners have,
  It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
  And our eternal rest.
         Rev. Isaac Watts
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”

Though Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin-oh, the bliss of this glorious tho’t-
My sin-not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be roll’d back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so” - it is well with my soul.

Chorus
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

H. G. Spafford

Wedding Bouquet with The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide and I have a Friend so precious

The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide,
A shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide,
A shelter in the time of storm.

A shade by day, defense by night,
A shelter in the time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes affright,
A shelter in the time of storm.

The raging storms may round us beat,
A shelter in the time of storm;
We’ll never leave our safe retreat,
A shelter in the time of storm.

O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thou our helper ever near,
A shelter in the time of storm.

Chorus
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A shelter in the time of storm.

V. J. Charlesworth
I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with a tender love,
He loves so faithfully,
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh,
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love,
In ever rich supply,
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.

I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try;
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
A loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die;
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.

Mrs. L. Shorey

Lilacs with Soul of mine, in earthly temple and I looked to Jesus in my sin

Soul of mine, in earthly temple,
Why not here content abide?
Why art thou forever pleading?
Why art thou not satisfied?

Soul of mine, my heart is clinging
To the earth’s fair pomp and pride;
Ah, why dost thou thus reprove me?
Why art thou not satisfied?

Soul of mine, must I surrender,
See myself as crucified;
Turn from all of earth’s ambition,
That thou may’st be satisfied?

Soul of mine, continue pleading;
Sin rebuke, and folly chide;
I accept the cross of Jesus,
That thou may’st be satisfied.

Chorus
I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied,
When I awake in His likeness,
I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied,
When I awake in His likeness.

El. Nathan

I looked to Jesus in my sin,
My woe and want confessing;
Undone and lost, I came to Him,
I sought and found a blessing.

I looked to Jesus on the cross,
For me I saw Him dying;
God’s word believed that all my sins
Were there upon Him lying.

I looked to Jesus there on high,
From death upraised to glory;
I trusted in His power to save,
Believed the old, old story.

He looked on me; O look of love!
My heart by it was broken;
And, with that look of love,
He gave The Holy Spirit’s token.

Now one with Christ, I find my peace
In Him to be abiding,
And in His love for all my need,
In childlike faith confiding.

Chorus
“I looked to Him, to Him I looked,”
‘Tis true, His “Whosoever;”
“He looked on me, on me He looked,
And we were one for ever.”

El. Nathan

Floral Basket with Book with He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,” and What tho’ the way be lonely

He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,”
Now exalted on high;
He is coming with loud hosannas,
In the clouds of the sky.

He is coming, our loving Saviour,
Blessed Lamb that was slain;
In the glory of God the Father,
On the earth He shall reign.

He is coming, our Lord and Master,
Our Redeemer and King;
We shall see Him in all His beauty,
And His praise we shall sing.

He shall gather His chosen people;
Who are called by His name;
And the ransomed of ev’ry nation,
For His own He shall claim.

Chorus
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!
He is coming again;
And with joy we shall gather round Him,
At His coming to reign.

Alice Monteith

What tho’ the way be lonely,
And dark the shadows fall;
I know where’er it leadeth,
My Father planned it all.

The sun may shine tomorrow,
The shadows break and flee;
‘Twill be the way He chooses,-
The Father’s plan for me.

He guides my halting footsteps
Along the weary way,
For well He knows the pathway
Will lead to endless day.

A day of light and gladness,
On which no shade will fall,
‘Tis this at last awaits me-
My Father planned it all.

Chorus
I sing thro’ shade and sunshine,
And trust whate’er befall;
His way is best-it leads to rest;
My Father planned it all.

H. H. Pierson

Iris with I heard the voice of Jesus say and Life wears a different face to me

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
  “Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
  Thy head upon my breast.”

I came to Jesus as I was-
  Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
  And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
  “Behold, I freely give
The living water-thirsty one,
  Stoop down, and drink, and live.”

I came to Jesus, and I drank
  Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quench’d, my soul revived,
  And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
  “I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
  And all thy day be bright.”

I looked to Jesus, and I found
  In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk
  “Till trav’ling days are done.

H. Bonar, D. D.

Life wears a different face to me,
Since I found my Savior;
Rich mercy at the cross I see,
My dying, living Savior.

He sought me in His wondrous love,
So I found my Savior,
He brought salvation from above,
My dear, almighty Savior.

The passing clouds may intervene,
Since I found my Savior,
But He is with me, though unseen,
My ever present Savior.

A strong hand kindly holds my own,
Since I found my Savior,
It leads me onward to the throne,
O there I’ll see my Savior.

Chorus
Golden sunbeams ‘round me play,
Jesus turns my night to day,
Heaven seems not far away,
Since I found my Savior.

E. E. Hewitt

Not Quite Wedding Roses with Not now, but in the coming years and God is love; his mercy brightens

Not now, but in the coming years,
It may be in the better land,
We’ll read the meaning of our tears,
And there, sometime, we’ll understand.

We’ll catch the broken threads again,
And finish what we here began;
Heav’n will the mysteries explain,
And then, ah then, we’ll understand.

We’ll know why clouds instead of sun
Were over many a cherish’d plan;
Why song has ceased when scarce begun;
‘Tis there, sometime, we’ll understand.

Why what we long for most of all,
Eludes so oft our eager hand;
Why hopes are crush’d and castles fall,
Up there, sometime, we’ll understand.

God knows the way, He holds the key,
He guides us with unerring hand;
Sometime with tearless eyes we’ll see;
Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand.

Chorus
Then trust in God thro’ all thy days;
Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;
Tho’ dark thy way, still sing and praise;
Sometime, sometime, we’ll understand.

Maxwell N. Cornelius, D. D.
God is love; his mercy brightens
  All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

Chance and change are busy ever;
  Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

E’en the hour that darkest seemeth,
  Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

He with earthly cares entwineth
  Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere his glory shineth;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

Sir John Bowring

Keeper of the Flock with “Come unto Me,” It is the Saviour’s voice and When all my labors and trials are o’er

“Come unto Me,” It is the Saviour’s voice,
The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice;
O weary heart, with heavy cares oppress’d,
“Come unto Me,” and I will give you rest.

Weary with life’s long struggle full of pain,
O doubting soul, thy Saviour calls again;
Thy doubts shall vanish and thy sorrows cease,
“Come unto Me,” and I will give you peace.

Oh, dying man, with guilt and sin dismayed,
With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid;
Twixt hopes and fears- oh, end the anxious strife,
“Come unto Me,” and I will give you life.

Rest, peace, and life, the flow’rs of deathless bloom,
The Saviour gives us, not beyond the tomb-
But here, and now, on earth, some glimpse is giv’n
Of joys which wait us thro’ the gates of heav’n.

Refrain
“Come unto Me,” “come unto Me,”
“Come unto Me, and I will give you rest,”
I will give you rest,
I will give you rest.

Nath. Norton

When all my labors and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.

Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet, just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.

Chorus
O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me;
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.

Chas. H. Gabriel

Prone Roses with Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine and O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, wash’d in His blood.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight.
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I, in my Saviour, am happy and blest.
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Chorus
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

Fanny J. Crosby
  O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
  By faith to cling to thee.

  What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
  Still would I cling to thee.

  Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
  Still whispers, “Cling to me!”

  Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
  The soul that clings to thee.

Charlotte Elliott

lris, Lily-of-the-Valley, Zinnia with The prize is set before us and How oft our souls are lifted up

The prize is set before us,
To win, His words implore us,
The eye of God is o’er us
From on high, from on high;
His loving tones are calling
While sin is dark, appalling,
‘Tis Jesus gently calling,
He is nigh, He is nigh.

We’ll follow where He leadeth,
We’ll pasture where He feedeth,
We’ll yield to Him who pleadeth
From on high, from on high;
Then naught from Him shall sever,
Our hope shall brighten ever,
And faith shall fail us never,
He is nigh, He is nigh.

Our home is bright above us,
No trials dark to move us,
But Jesus dear to love us
There on high, there on high;
We’ll give Him best endeavor,
And praise His name forever,
His precious words can never,
Never die, never die.

Chorus
By and by we shall meet Him,
By and by we shall greet Him,
And with Jesus reign in glory,
By and by, by and by;
By and by we shall meet Him,
By and by we shall greet Him,
And with Jesus reign in glory,
By and by.

Dr. C. R. Blackall

How oft our souls are lifted up,
When clouds are dark and drear,
For Jesus comes, and kindly speaks
These loving words of cheer.

How oft amid our daily toil,
With anxious care oppressed,
We hear again the precious word
That tells of joy and rest.

O may our faith in Him be strong,
Who feels our ev’ry care,
And will for us, as He hath said,
A place in heaven prepare.

Then let us work, and watch and pray,
Relying on the love
Of Him who now prepares a place
For us in heav’n above.

Chorus
“In my Father’s house are many mansions;
If it were not so I would have told you;
In my Father’s house are many mansions,
I go to prepare a place for you.”

     Charles Bruce

Apple Blossoms, Tin Vase and Antique Doll with I wait for Thee, O Lord and I’m not ashamed to own my Lord

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy glorious face to see,
That holy face that once was marred,
Was marred, O Lord, for me.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Before Thy feet to fall,
To worship lowly and adore
My Saviour, all in all.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy loving hand to feel,
Whose tender touch can even now
The wounded spirit heal.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
Thy rapture deep to know,
Of living evermore with Thee;
Love cannot more bestow.

I wait for Thee, O Lord!
But for a little while;
This night my longing, eyes may meet
Thy joyful, welcome smile.

     E. B.

  I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,
  Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
  The glory of his cross.

  Jesus, my God! I know his name;
  His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
  Nor let my hope be lost.

  Firm as his throne his promise stands,
  And he can well secure
What I’ve committed to his hands,
  Till the decisive hour.

  Then will he own my worthless name
  Before his Father’s face,
And in the New Jerusalem
  Appoint my soul a place.

Isaac Watts

Iris, Butterfly Bush Blossoms, Tree Blooms and Calla Lily with In times of sorrow, God is near and My heart is resting, O my God

In times of sorrow, God is near,
His vigils never cease,-
His tender, loving voice I hear,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

Tho’ long and weary is the night,
And morn brings no relief,
Yet faith the promise still believes,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

His love we may not understand,
While trials here increase,
But yet we know His word is sure,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

Soon shall our eyes the land behold
Where pain and care shall cease;
Till then we’ll trust the promise sweet,
“In Me ye shall have peace.”

Chorus
O blessed peace! sweet boon of heav’n!
That bids our trouble cease;
O precious word, divinely giv’n,
“In Me ye shall have peace!”

     Mrs. E. W. Chapman
My heart is resting, O my God,
  I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
  Of every precious thing.

Now the frail vessel Thou hast made,
  No hand but Thine shall fill;
The waters of the earth have failed,
  And I am thirsty still.

I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
  And here all day they rise;
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
  And close at hand it lies.

And a new song is in my mouth,
  To long-loved music set;
Glory to Thee for all the grace
  I have not tasted yet.

I have a heritage of joy,
  That yet I must not see;
The hand that bled to make it mine
  Is keeping it for me.

There is a certainty of love
  That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for today,
  That to be poor is best;

A prayer, reposing on His truth,
  Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
  And makes it one with Thine. Amen

Anna L. Waring

Iris, Wild Phlox, Butterfly Bush Blossoms and Geraniums with Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul and Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather

Jesus, Thou Refuge of the soul,
To Thy dear arms I flee;
From Satan’s wiles, from self and sin,
O make and keep me free.

Tho’ clouds may rise, tho’ tempests rage,
Thou wilt my shelter be,
While with a steadfast heart and true,
My trust is stayed on Thee.

No power on earth, or power below,
Can tear me from Thy side,
If ‘neath Thy shelt’ring wings of love,
Dear Refuge, I abide.

Not death itself, that last dread foe,
Can hold me with his chain;
Thro’ Christ, who conquered Death, I rise,
And life eternal gain.

    Mrs. C. Warren

  Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
  When the sad heart is weary and distressed,
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,
   Come unto me, and I will give you rest.

  Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,
  Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
  Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.

  There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,
  Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,
  Come unto me, and I will give you rest.

Catherine H. Esling