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.

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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.

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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