Daily Encouragement

Mums and Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings and Amid the toil and pain of life

2011-12-25T00:00:00.000-06:00

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Toward heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the oceans run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that’s born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
There we’ll join the heavenly train,
Welcomed to partake the bliss;
Fly from sorrow, care, and pain,
To realms of endless peace.

Robert Seagrave

Amid the toil and pain of life,
Amid its conflicts and its strife,
A precious thought to me is giv’n,
The thought of my sweet home in heav’n.

When lov’d ones fade and pass away,
And, left alone, on earth I stay;
To cheer my heart this hope is giv’n,
We’ll meet in yon sweet home in heav’n.

We’ll see our Saviour as He is,
Enjoy His love and taste His bliss,
And endless life will there be giv’n
In yonder peaceful home in heav’n.

No more we’ll reach the parting hand,
In yonder bright and happy land;
No more will sad farewells be giv’n
In yonder blessed home in heav’n.

Chorus:
O, home of peace, blest home of love,
Sweet home of endless life above;
When ties that bind to earth are riven,
I’ll seek thy courts, sweet home in heav’n.

E. A. Hoffman

Daylilies and Away with our sorrow and fear and My mortal eyes have never seen

2011-12-24T00:00:00.001-06:00

Away with our sorrow and fear,
We shall soon recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come.
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here:
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear;
Immovably founded in grace,
She stands as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.

No need of the sun in that day
Which never is followed by night
Where Jesus’s beauties display
A pure and a permanent light;
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo! by reflection they shine;
With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine.

Charles Wesley

My mortal eyes have never seen
The land of cloudless skies,
Where life’s fair tree, in fadeless green,
God’s healing balm supplies.

By faith, with visions reaching far
Beyond this earthly gloom,
Discerns the land where angels are,
Where flow’rs immortal bloom.

As earthly fruits with sweetness fill
The pleasant air of even,
So life’s fair fruits their sweets distil
Upon the air of heav’n.

None sick that rest beneath the shade
Of Life’s wide-spreading tree;
The roseate cheeks of health ne’er fade:
They bloom eternally.

Sweet balm exhaled from fruits and leaves
Fills heav’n with grateful song;
No breaking heart in loneness grieves
Among the sainted throng.

Chorus:
O wondrous life! eternal rest,
No weariness and pain!
The loss of earth will bring me home
To heaven’s eternal gain.

Rev. Frank Pollock
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We shall soon recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come.
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here:
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear;
Immovably founded in grace,
She stands as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.

No need of the sun in that day
Which never is followed by night
Where Jesus’s beauties display
A pure and a permanent light;
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo! by reflection they shine;
With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine.

Charles Wesley

My mortal eyes have never seen
The land of cloudless skies,
Where life’s fair tree, in fadeless green,
God’s healing balm supplies.

By faith, with visions reaching far
Beyond this earthly gloom,
Discerns the land where angels are,
Where flow’rs immortal bloom.

As earthly fruits with sweetness fill
The pleasant air of even,
So life’s fair fruits their sweets distil
Upon the air of heav’n.

None sick that rest beneath the shade
Of Life’s wide-spreading tree;
The roseate cheeks of health ne’er fade:
They bloom eternally.

Sweet balm exhaled from fruits and leaves
Fills heav’n with grateful song;
No breaking heart in loneness grieves
Among the sainted throng.

Chorus:
O wondrous life! eternal rest,
No weariness and pain!
The loss of earth will bring me home
To heaven’s eternal gain.

Rev. Frank Pollock

Vases and Ten thousand times ten thousand and I am longing for home

2011-12-23T00:00:00.005-06:00

Ten thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
‘Tis finished, all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin:
Fling open wide the golden gates,
And let the victors in.

What rush of hallelujahs
Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation
And all its tribes were made!
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand fold repaid!

O then what raptured greetings
On Canaan’s happy shore,
What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late,
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.

Henry Alford

I am longing for home
In that “Land of the blest,”
I am weary of toil,
And up there I shall rest,
And I think, O how oft,
When I’m worried with care,
Oh, how blessed ‘twill be,
When at last I am there.

I am longing for home
Where there’ll be no more pain,
I shall meet with no loss,
For there all will be gain;
Tho’ I know not just what,
The great future will be,
Yet I know it will bring
Naught but blessing to me.

I am longing for home,
Soon my journey’ll be done,
And I feel that my life
In that land is begun;
Soon the twilight of earth
Will give way to the dawn,
In the beauteous light,
Of that glorious dawn.

Chorus:
Longing for home, longing for home,
Longing for home in the land of the blest,
Longing for home, glory and home,
Home of the Saviour, of peace and of rest.

Violet E. King

Assorted Flowers and Eternal Source of every joy and We are marching onward to the heav’nly land

2011-12-22T00:00:00.000-06:00

Eternal Source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

The flowery spring, at thy command,
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To rise the corn and cheer the vine.

Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and evening shade.

Here in thy house shall incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.

Philip Doddridge
We are marching onward to the heav’nly land,
To meet each other in the morning;
We are pressing forward to the golden strand,
Where joy will crown us in the morning.

We are trav’ling onward from a world of care,
To meet each other in the morning;
Oh, the time is coming, we shall soon be there,
And joy will crown us in the morning.

We are trav’ling onward, and the way grows bright,
We’ll meet each other in the morning,
Where our friends are waiting at the gate of life,
And joy will crown us in the morning.

Where the hills are blooming on the other shore,
We’ll meet each other in the morning!
Where the heart’s deep longing will be felt no more,
And joy will crown us in the morning.

In the boundless rapture of a Savior’s love
We’ll meet each other in the morning;
Then we’ll sing his glory in the realms above,
And joy will crown us in the morning.

Chorus:
In the morning, in the morning,
We will gather with the faithful in the morning;
Where the night of sorrow shall be rolled away,
And joy will crown us in the morning.

H. E. Blair

Lilacs and Praise to God, immortal praise and There’s a home far away in the land of the blest

2011-12-21T00:00:00.000-06:00

Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the fruits in full supply,
Ripened ‘neath the summer sky;

All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich, o’erflowing stores;

These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Should thine altered hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;

Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing’s flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, alt.

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Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ev’ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse.

All that spring with beauteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o’erflowing stores,-

These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And when every blessing’s flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

Anna Laetitia Barbauld

There’s a home far away in the land of the blest,
That is free from temptation and sin,
And I want to go there to be ever at rest,
With the ransomed all safe gathered in.

Yes, that beautiful home I shall see by and by,
Where no sorrow can ever oppress,
There no tears will be shed, there no words come goodbye,
But with Jesus I’ll rest, sweetly rest.

Oh, how sweet it will be when my Saviour I see,
As He sits on His beautiful throne,
All arrayed in His splendor, what glory there’ll be
In that home where no parting will come.

Chorus:
To be there, to be there,
With my Saviour His glory to share,
In that home, beautiful home,
Oh, how sweet it will be to be there.

R. A. Glenn

Memories and The leaves, around me falling and Light after darkness

2011-12-20T00:00:00.000-06:00

The leaves, around me falling,
Are preaching decay,
The hollow winds are calling,
“Come, pilgrim, come away!”
The day, in night, declining,
Says I must, too, decline;
The year, its life resigning,-
Its lot foreshadows mine.

The light my path surrounding,
The loves, to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,
The joys that round me wing,-
All melt, like stars of even,
Before the morning’s ray,
Pass upward unto heaven,
And chide at my delay.

The friends, gone there before me,
Are calling from on high;
And joyous angels o’er me
Tempt sweetly to the sky:
“Why wait,” they say, “and wither
‘Mid scenes of death and sin?
O rise to glory, hither,
And find true life begin.”

I hear the invitation,
And fain would rise and come,-
A sinner, to salvation;
An exile, to his home:
But, while I here must linger,
Thus, thus let all I see
Point on, with faithful finger,
To heaven, O Lord, and thee.

Henry F. Lyte

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weakness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Hope after fears,
Home after wand’ring,
Praise after tears.

Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after myst’ry,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb;
After long agony
Rapture and bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Miss F. R. Havergal

Peonies, Book and Some sweet morn a day will open and There is joy among the angels

2011-12-19T00:00:00.000-06:00

Some sweet morn a day will open,
Nevermore to close in night;
We shall hail the early token
Of its everlasting light.
On that bright and blissful morrow,
Pilgrims rest, their journey o’er;
Hunger, thirst, and death, and sorrow,
We shall know and fear no more.

Some sweet morn the saints now sleeping,
In the cold and silent tomb,
Shall awake with joyful greeting,
Mantled with immortal bloom;
Then we’ll meet the friends long parted,
Once on earth a happy band;
Meet and dwell with them forever,
Over in the Morning Land.

Some sweet morn the bridal city-
We shall see with wond’ring eyes,
Coming down in all her beauty,
Crowned with glory from the skies;
Then we’ll hail the King eternal,
With His saints, a mighty throng,
And, caught up with them forever,
We shall sing the glad new song.

Rev. E. P. Marvin
There is joy among the angels,
In the blissful courts above,
When they see a sinner turning
To the Lord of life and love;
As he brings each weary burden,
Ev’ry sorrow, ev’ry care,
And uplifts the heart to heaven,
In an earnest, heartfelt pray’r.

There is joy among the angels,
When they see the faithful, who,
To their ev’ry sense of duty,
Ev’ry where are firm and true,
They who bring each earthly longing
In submission to God’s will,
And with firm and true endeavor,
Strive His precepts to fulfill.

There’ll be joy among the angels,
In that home of true delight,
When the day of life is ended,
And the shadows of the night;
There’ll be joy among the angels,
When the Savior, who is King,
Shall to that bright home eternal,
All His true and faithful bring.

There’ll be joy among the angels,
On that happy, golden shore,
When we meet our loved and cherished,
There to part, no, nevermore;
There’ll be joy among the angels,
And how happy all will be,
When we meet our blessed Saviour
In the day of Jubilee.

Violet E. King

Roses and After a long and weary strife and Thy life is hid with Christ in God

2011-12-18T00:00:00.000-06:00

After a long and weary strife,
After a struggle ‘twixt death and life,
How sweet to feel the tempest cease,
The angry billows sink to peace,
And perfect calm begin.

After the night of darkness here,
After the gloom, the doubt, the fear,
How sweet to hail heav’n’s dawning day,
When ev’ry cloud is rolled away,
And ev’ry eye sees clear.

After the din and war of earth,
After its wild, discordant mirth,
How sweet to list the rapt’rous song
That rises from the white robed throng,
Upon the crystal sea.

After the heart’s deep agony,
After its yearning for sympathy,
How passing sweet will be the rest
Within the arms, upon the breast,
Of Christ the Comforter.

M. Fraser

Thy life is hid with Christ in God,
By faith its pulses beat,
Tho’ mist and storm obscure thy road,
Love guides thy weary feet.

Not now is granted thee to know
Unseen the mystic hand,
Each changing phase tho' dark below,
Is bright beyond the strand.

When tempest pow’r has passed away,
And thou these scenes review,
Wilt see that One has giv’n each day
Fresh grace for trials new.

And when in heaven’s effulgent light,
Here after thou shalt know,
How close, yet veiled from human sight,
Christ walked with thee below.

Chorus:
O precious, sweet assurance giv’n,
Then let thy faith be strong,
What now seems dark in yonder heav’n,
Will be a theme for song.

Mrs. E. W. Chapman

Cosmos, Hollyhocks Jesus only, mid the turmoil and Love divine, all love excelling

2011-12-17T00:00:00.001-06:00

Jesus only, mid the turmoil
Of life’s weary warfare now;
Jesus only, when the deathdew
Gathers damp upon my brow.

Jesus only; let earth vanish,
Take away its worthless store;
I have found a truer treasure,
Jesus only, nothing more.

Jesus only, none but Jesus,
When the great white throne I see,
And the judgment books are opened;
Jesus only, then, for me.

Chorus:
Jesus only, Jesus ever,
Here is strength for ev’ry day;
He’s a Friend that faileth never,
His is love that lasts for aye.

M. Fraser

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav’n, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter ev’ry trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
Into ev’ry troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave;
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.

Finish then thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee:
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heav’n we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee:
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Chas. Wesley

Corn Poppies, Peonies, Daffodils, etc and Impatient heart, be still and Jesus, I have need of Thee

2011-12-16T00:00:00.005-06:00

Impatient heart, be still!
What tho’ He tarries long?
What tho’ the triumph song
Is still delayed?
Thou hast His promise sure,
And that is all secure;
Be not afraid! be not afraid!
Refrain:
Be still! be still!
Impatient heart.....be still!

My eager heart, be still!
Thy Lord will surely come,
And take thee to His home,
With Him to dwell;
It may not be today;
And yet, my soul, it may;
I can not tell, I can not tell.
Refrain:
Be still! be still!
My eager heart.....be still!

My anxious heart, be still!
Watch, work, and pray, and then
It will not matter when
Thy Lord shall come;
At midnight, or at noon;
He cannot come too soon
To take thee home, to take thee home.
Refrain:
Be still! be still!
My anxious heart.....be still!

Geo. A. Warburton

Jesus, I have need of Thee,
Need that Thou with me abide;
Need of Thee each day and hour,
As my guard and as my guide!

Jesus, I have need of Thee,
When my wayward feet would stray;
Need that, in Thy gentleness,
Thou shouldst keep them in the way!

Jesus, I have need of Thee,
In the time of doubt and fear;
Need to feel, whate’er may come,
That Thou wilt my spirit cheer!

Jesus, I have need of Thee,
And Thy precious promises;
Need of Thee to strengthen me,
For my strength but weakness is!

Jesus, I have need of Thee,
When my heart is sorely tried;
Need to feel Thy presence near,
Whatsoever be denied!

Chorus:
Need of Thee, need of Thee,
Jesus, I have need of Thee.
Need of Thee each day and hour,
Jesus, I have need of Thee!

E. R. Latta

Yellow Roses and Depression Glass with O Thou, who hast spread out the skies and

2011-12-15T00:00:00.005-06:00

O Thou, who hast spread out the skies,
And measured the depths of the sea,
Our incense of praise shall arise
In joyous thanksgiving to thee.
Forever thy presence is near,
Though heaves our bark far from the land;
We ride on the deep without fear;
The waters are held in thy hand.

Eternity comes in the sound
Of billows that never can sleep;
Jehovah encircles us round;
Omnipotence walks on the deep.
Our Father, we look up to thee,
As on toward the haven we roll:
And faith in our Pilot shall be
An anchor to steady the soul.

Hannah F. Gould

There comes a time when life is sped,
When they who loved the Lord that bled,
And followed wheresoe’er He led,
Shall walk in white.

They yield Him here their latest breath,
Love not their lives unto the death,
And soon with crowns a conq’ror hath,
They’ll walk in white.

Not those grown cold in their desire,
Not those defiled in their attire,
Not those escaped so as by fire,
Shall walk in white.

‘Tis not to make this earth our home-
‘Tis not in part to overcome,
Some sin denied, still grasping some,
To walk in white.

It is to love the Lord alone;
It is to hear Well done! well done;
It is to share the Savior’s throne,
To walk in white.

It is to sup at His dear side;
It is within His robe to hide;
Ah, heart! it is to be His bride,
To walk in white.

H. G. Spafford

Cat at Rest with How are thy servants blest, O Lord! and Amid the trials which I meet

2011-12-14T00:00:00.002-06:00

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt
And breathe in tainted air.

When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths
Thy goodness we’ll adore;
We’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

Our life, while thou preserv’st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to thee.

Joseph Addison

Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

The cares of life come thronging fast,
Upon my soul their shadow cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Let shadows come, let shadows go,
Let life be bright or dark with woe,
I am content, for this I know,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Chorus:
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear since Thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.

E. D. Mund

White Roses and Old Books with Lord of the wide, extensive main and Oh, have you not heard of that country above

2011-12-13T00:00:00.002-06:00

Lord of the wide, extensive main,
Whose power the wind, the sea, controls,
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
Whose Spirit leads believing souls;

‘Tis here thine unknown paths we trace,
Which dark to human eyes appear;
While through the mighty waves we pass,
Faith only sees that God is here.

Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;
We own thy way is in the sea,
O’er awed by majesty divine,
And lost in thine immensity.

Thy wisdom here we learn to adore;
Thine everlasting truth we prove;
Amazing heights of boundless power,
Unfathomable depths of love.

Charles Wesley

Oh, have you not heard of that country above,
The name of its King and His infinite love?
His children are deathless and happy, I’m told;
Oh, will it abide-will we never grow old?

That wonderful land has a city of life,
Ne’er darken’d with anguish, nor dying, nor strife;
Its temples and streets are all flashing with gold,
Oh, can it be true, will we never grow old?

A mansion of wonderful beauty is there,
And Jesus that mansion has gone to prepare;
Its bright jasper walls how I long to behold,
And join in the song that will never grow old.

They tell me its friendship and love are so pure,
Its joys never die, and its treasures are sure;
And loved ones departed, so silent and cold,
Will greet us again where we’ll never grow old.

In life’s weary conflicts, there’s fainting and care,
Each year the gray deepens a shade in the hair;
But in the blest book where my name is enrolled,
I read of that land where we’ll never grow old.

Chorus:
‘Twill always be new, it will never decay;
No night ever comes, it will always be day;
It gladdens my heart with a joy that’s untold,
To think of that land where we’ll never grow old.

Rev. W. W. Baily

Mixture of Spring Flowers and Glassware with While o’er the deep thy servants sail and I take my portion from Thy hand

2011-12-12T00:00:00.003-06:00

While o’er the deep thy servants sail,
Send thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale;
And on their hearts, where’er they go,
O let thy heavenly breezes blow.

If on the morning’s wings they fly,
They will not pass beyond thine eye:
The wanderer’s prayer thou bend’st to hear,
And faith exults to know thee near.

When tempests rock the groaning bark,
O hide them safe in Jesus’ ark;
While in the tempting port they ride,
O keep them safe at Jesus’ side.

If life’s wide ocean smile or roar,
Still guide them to the heavenly shore;
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep,
Abroad, at home, or in the deep.

George Burgess

I take my portion from Thy hand,
And do not seek to understand;
For I am blind, while Thou dost see,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

When darkness doth Thy face obscure,
And many sorrows I endure,
I think of Christ’s Gethsemane;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

When tender joys to me are known,
I render thanks to Thee alone;
I know my cup is filled by Thee;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Thus calmly do I face my lot,
Accept it, Lord, and doubt Thee not;
Lo! all things work for good to me;
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Chorus:
Whate’er it be! whate’er it be!
I do not fear, whate’er it be;
Thy love divine sustaineth me,
Thy will is mine, whate’er it be.

Elta M. Lewis

Rainbow with Lord, whom winds and seas obey and In the secret of his presence

2011-12-11T00:00:00.002-06:00

Lord, whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the watery way;
In the hollow of thy hand
Hide, and bring us safe to land.

Jesus, let our faithful mind
Rest, on thee alone reclined:
Every anxious thought repress;
Keep our souls in perfect peace.

Keep the souls whom now we leave;
Bid them to each other cleave;
Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;
Bid them come by faith to thee.

Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on thy love depend;
Waft our happy spirits o’er;
Land us on the heavenly shore.

Charles Wesley

In the secret of his presence
I am kept from strife of tongues;
His pavilion is around me,
And within are ceaseless songs!
Stormy winds his word fulfiling,
Beat without, but cannot harm,
For the Master’s voice is stilling,
Storm and tempest to a calm.

In the secret of his presence
All the darkness disappears;
For a sun, that knows no setting,
Throws a rainbow on my tears.
So the day grows ever lighter,
Broad’ning to the perfect noon;
So the day grows ever brighter,
Heav’n is coming, near and soon.

In the secret of his presence
Nevermore can foes alarm;
In the shadow of the Highest
I can meet them with a psalm;
For the strong pavilion hides me,
Turns their fiery darts aside,
And I know whate’er betides me,
I shall live because He died!

In the secret of his presence
Is a sweet unbroken rest;
Pleasures, joys, in glorious fulness,
Making earth like Eden blest:
So my peace grows deep and deeper,
Widening as it nears the sea,
For my Savior is my Keeper,
Keeping mine and keeping me!

Chorus:
In the secret of his presence
Jesus keeps, I know not how;
In the shadow of the Highest,
I am resting, hiding now.

Rev. Henry Burton, M. A.

Roses and Jewelry with A stranger in the world below and Our Fatherland, thy name so dear

2011-12-10T00:00:00.001-06:00

A stranger in the world below
I calmly sojourn here;
Nor can its happiness or woe
Provoke my hope or fear;
Its evils in a moment end,
Its joys as soon are past;
But O, the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last!

To that Jerusalem above,
With singing I repair;
While in the flesh, my hope and love,
My heart and soul, are there.
There my exalted Saviour stands,
My merciful High Priest;
And still extends his wounded hands,
To take me to his breast.

Charles Wesley

Our Fatherland, thy name so dear
Our souls repeat while strangers here;
And oh, how oft we sigh for thee,
Our Fatherland beyond the sea.

Above the stars, above the skies,
Thy tow’ring hills majestic rise;
Thy sunny fields with verdure glow,
And fadeless flowers in beauty grow.

There Jesus reigns, our Saviour-King,
And one by one his own will bring,
Thy songs to join, thy bliss to share,
O Fatherland, our Zion fair.

No tears shall dim, no pain destroy
The light of peace, the smiles of joy;
No more we’ll clasp the parting hand
Within thy gates, our Fatherland.

Chorus:
Our Fatherland, dear Fatherland,
We long to press thy golden strand
And hail the bright and shining band,
In thy sweet vales, dear Fatherland.

Fanny J. Crosby

Flowers and Candle with And let this feeble body fall and Blest assurance ever dear

2011-12-09T00:00:00.004-06:00

And let this feeble body fall,
And let it faint, or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer’s breast.

In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant’s tears,
And take his exile home.

O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.

O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

Charles Wesley

Blest assurance ever dear,
As our troubles come so fast;
How it does the spirit cheer,
To be promised peace at last.

Though by sorrow’s dismal cloud,
Be our pathway overcast,
Through the Saviour’s precious blood
We are promised peace at last.

We can stand the driving rains,
We can bide the cutting blast;
While the promise still remains
Of unbroken peace at last.

Chorus:
Peace at last, peace at last,
When our sorrows all are past,
And ‘tis coming, oh, how fast,
Peace at last,
Peace at last, peace at last,
‘Tis coming, coming, peace at last.

E. R. Latta

Falling in Building with I’ve found a Friend who is all to me and Earthly ties are breaking, breaking

2011-12-08T00:00:00.005-06:00

I’ve found a Friend who is all to me,
His love is ever true;
I love to tell how He lifted me,
And what His grace can do for you.

He saves me from ev’ry sin and harm,
Secures my soul each day;
I’m leaning strong on His mighty arm;
I know He’ll guide me all the way.

When poor and needy, and all alone,
In love He said to me,
“Come unto Me and I’ll lead you home,
To live with Me eternally.”

Chorus
Saved by His pow’r divine,
Saved to new life sublime!
Life now is sweet and my
Joy is complete, for I’m
Saved, saved, saved!

J. P. Scholfield

Earthly ties are breaking, breaking,
Sundered as the years roll on;
Fondest hopes are waning, waning,
Gliding from us one by one.
Chorus:
There’s nothing abiding but heav’n alone,
But heav’n alone;
Our treasures with Jesus we’ll find by and by,
Yes, we’ll find by and by.

Jesus’ work is calling, calling,
Few the earnest call obey;
Faithful souls are toiling, toiling,
Lab’ring while ‘tis called today.
Chorus:
There’s nothing abiding but heav’n alone,
But heav’n alone;
If working for Jesus we’ll rest by and by,
Yes, we’ll rest by and by.

Earthly toils are ceasing, ceasing,
Toilers homeward wend their way;
Angel bands are flying, flying,
Bearing them to realms of day.
Chorus:
There’s nothing abiding but heav’n alone,
But heav’n alone;
If dying for Jesus we’ll live by and by,
Yes, we’ll live by and by.

Earthly scenes are fading, fading,
Christian! upward turn thine eye;
Heav’nly beams are bright’ning, bright’ning,
We shall reign with Him on high.
Chorus:
There’s nothing abiding but heav’n alone,
But heav’n alone;
If suff’ring with Jesus we’ll reign by and by,
Yes, we’ll reign by and by.

Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth

Black and White with As I fare on my way to my daily task and Whatever your trouble may be

2011-12-07T00:00:00.004-06:00

As I fare on my way to my daily task,
“What, O Lord, shall I do?” I would now Thee ask,
For I know He will come-some bright, happy day,
When He calleth, what shall His servants say?

He will come as He said, for His word is sure;
In the promise of God we may rest secure;
But the soul that with gladness the King would meet,
Must be watching, waiting His face to greet.

With my hand on the latch, with my task well done,
I must wait for the step of the Coming One;
Tho’ He tarry, I’ll wait; He has left for me
Work to finish ere His dear face I see.

Chorus
Watching, watching each day for my Savior’s call;
Waiting, waiting for Him who is all in all;
Trusting, trusting my Lord as my song I sing,
Watching, waiting, trusting my Lord and King.

Julia H. Johnston

Whatever your trouble may be,
Go right to the Lord with it all!
He pities the suffering heart,
He’ll listen to you if you call!

Whatever your trouble may be,
And whatsoe’er others may say,
Go right to the Lord with it all,-
The Lord will not turn you away!

Whatever your trouble may be,
If poverty, sickness, or grief,
Go right to the Lord with it all,-
The Lord will afford you relief!

Whatever your trouble may be,
And wheresoe’er others may go,
Go right to the Lord with it all,-
No other can comfort you so!

Whatever your trouble may be,
With Jesus there ever is room!
Go right to the Lord with it all,-
The Saviour invites you to come!

Chorus:
To Jesus, to Jesus,
For help and for sympathy flee,
Whatever your trouble may be,
Whatever your trouble may be!

E. R. Latta

Green Eggs, Blue Vase and Red-Orange Flowers and We are pilgrims looking home

2011-12-06T00:00:00.006-06:00

We are pilgrims looking home,
Sad and weary, oft we roam,
But we know ‘twill all be well in the morning;
When, our anchor safely cast,
Ev’ry stormy wave is past,
And we gather safe at last in the morning.

O these tender broken ties,
How they dim our aching eyes,
But like jewels they will shine in the morning;
When our victor palms we bear,
And our robes immortal wear,
We shall know each other there in the morning.

When our fettered souls are free,
Far beyond the narrow sea,
And we hear the Savior’s voice in the morning;
When our golden sheaves we bring
To the feet of Christ our King,
What a chorus we shall sing in the morning.

Thro’ our pilgrim journey here,
Tho’ the night is sometimes drear,
Let us watch and persevere till the morning;
Then our highest tribute raise
For the love that crowns our days,
And to Jesus give the praise in the morning.

Chorus:
When we all meet again in the morning,
On the sweet, blooming hills in the morning;
Never more to say good night
In that sunny region bright,
When we hail the blessed light of the morning.

Lizzie Edwards

Mother's Mirror and Fresh Peonies with God will fill our hearts for service and All praise to Him who reigns above

2011-12-05T00:00:00.004-06:00

God will fill our hearts for service,
In the same old way;
He will answer prayer and bless us
In the same old way.

Does your heart burn for another
In the same old way?
Will you seek to win some other
In the same old way?

God will help the weak and weary
In the same old way;
He will cheer the life that’s dreary
In the same old way.

Will you tell the wondrous story
In the same old way?
That your Lord may have the glory
In the same old way?

Chorus
In the same old way,
In the same old way;
God will bless and save His people
In the same old way.

All praise to Him who reigns above,
In majesty supreme;
Who gave his Son for man to die,
That he might man redeem.

His name above all names shall stand,
Exalted more and more,
At God the Father’s own right hand,
Where angel hosts adore.

Redeemer, Savior, Friend of man,
Once ruined by the fall,
Thou hast devised salvation’s plan,
For thou hast died for all.

His name shall be the Counsellor,
The mighty Prince of Peace,
Of all earth’s kingdoms conqueror,
Whose reign shall never cease.

The ransomed hosts to thee shall bring
Their praise and homage meet;
With rapturous awe adore their King,
And worship at his feet.

Then shall we know as we are known,
And in that world above
Forever sing around the throne
His everlasting love.

Chorus:
Blessed be the name, blessed be the name,
Blessed be the name of the Lord;
Blessed be the name, blessed be the name,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

W. H. Clark

Peonies and Jewelry with I heard a voice saying, “Come unto Me,” and After the toil and turmoil, After the strife is past, Cometh the peace God giveth,- Cometh the rest at last. They who have fought and conquer’d, Waging a war with sin, Into the heavenly city Gladly will enter in. Rest for the worn and weary, Shelter for all the lost, And in the blessed haven, Anchor the tempest tossed. Chorus: Rest, sweet rest for the weary, After the toil and pain, Sleep for the well beloved, Crowns will the victors gain. Mrs. C. L. Shacklock

2011-12-04T00:00:00.003-06:00

I heard a voice saying, “Come unto Me,”
Is it not wonderful?
“I have redeemed thee, from sin set you free;”
Is it not wonderful?

When I am tempted, to Jesus I go;
Is it not wonderful?
Strength He doth give me to conquer each foe;
Is it not wonderful?

I have not found such a friend anywhere;
Is it not wonderful?
He never leaves me lest I should despair;
Is it not wonderful?

Chorus
Is it not wonderful? Is it not wonderful?
His dying for me,
From my sins set me free,
Is it not wonderful?

Scott Lawrence

After the toil and turmoil,
After the strife is past,
Cometh the peace God giveth,-
Cometh the rest at last.

They who have fought and conquer’d,
Waging a war with sin,
Into the heavenly city
Gladly will enter in.

Rest for the worn and weary,
Shelter for all the lost,
And in the blessed haven,
Anchor the tempest tossed.

Chorus:
Rest, sweet rest for the weary,
After the toil and pain,
Sleep for the well beloved,
Crowns will the victors gain.

Mrs. C. L. Shacklock
After the strife is past,
Cometh the peace God giveth,-
Cometh the rest at last.

They who have fought and conquer’d,
Waging a war with sin,
Into the heavenly city
Gladly will enter in.

Rest for the worn and weary,
Shelter for all the lost,
And in the blessed haven,
Anchor the tempest tossed.

Chorus:
Rest, sweet rest for the weary,
After the toil and pain,
Sleep for the well beloved,
Crowns will the victors gain.

Mrs. C. L. Shacklock

Sleeping Cat with Hark to the music resounding and I am waiting for the Master

2011-12-03T00:00:00.004-06:00

Hark to the music resounding,
Reapers are needed today;
Fields are all white, to the harvest
Let us be up and away!
Ever the Master is calling,
Hasten! the shadows are falling;
On to the harvest field,
Gather the golden yield,
Precious sheaves.

Forward with hearts full of gladness,
Reapers, I pray you, make haste;
Grain there is ready and waiting,
If not soon gathered, will waste;
Then let us hear you replying,
Labor with courage undying,
Send up a word of cheer,
Tell of the rest so near,
Rest at home.

Hark to the song they are singing!
See, they have treasures so rare;
Soon will the harvest be ended,
Haste, then, their trophies to share.
Let no one be idly dreaming,
Look! look! the harvest is gleaming,
Join ye the reaping band,
Lend them a helping hand,
Ere the night.

Chorus
Hark! hark! comes the song,
On! on! join the throng;
Forth with joyful, loving heart,
Bravely do your part;
Hark! hark! rings the call;
Haste! haste! one and all;
On where the harvest stands,
Waiting for willing hands
Souls to win.

Lizzie DeArmond

I am waiting for the Master,
Who will bid me rise and come
To the glory of his presence,
To the gladness of his home.

Many a weary path I’ve traveled,
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden, -
Often struggling for my life.

Many friends that traveled with me
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe.

Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumphs sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.

Yet, O Lord, I wait thy pleasure,
For thy time and ways are best;
Hear me, Lord, for I am weary;
O my Father, bid me rest.

CHORUS:
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming
All the loved ones gone before.

Mrs. Kate M. Reasoner

White Mums with When troubled my soul, and when peace I would find and We shall walk with him in white

2011-12-02T00:00:00.003-06:00

When troubled my soul, and when peace I would find,
How sweet is the love of Jesus!
When lonely I feel, and when friends are unkind,
How sweet is His love to me!

When fainting and helpless I fall in despair,
How sweet is the love of Jesus!
When suff’ring with pain, and when sorrow I bear,
How sweet is His love to me!

When dark is the night, and when sorely distressed,
How sweet is the love of Jesus!
When longing my soul for His comfort and rest,
How sweet is His love to me!

Chorus
O how sweet, O how sweet is His love,
How sweet is His love to me!
When friends all have gone, and I suffer alone,
How sweet is His love to me!

James Rowe

We shall walk with him in white,
In that country pure and bright,
Where shall enter naught that may defile;
Where the day-beam ne’er declines,
For the blessed light that shines
Is the glory of the Savior’s smile.

We shall walk with him in white,
Where faith yields to blissful sight,
When the beauty of the King we see;
Holding converse full and sweet,
In a fellowship complete;
Waking songs of holy melody.

We shall walk with him in white,
By the fountains of delight,
Where the Lamb his ransomed ones shall lead,
For his blood shall wash each stain,
Till no spot of sin remain,
And the soul forevermore is freed.

Chorus:
Beautiful robes,
Beautiful robes,
Beautiful robes we then shall wear,
Garments of light, lovely and bright,
Walking with Jesus in white,
Beautiful robes we shall wear.

E. E. Hewitt

Fruit and Flower Bowl with How many times has He lightened our cares and On the mount of wondrous glory

2011-12-01T00:00:00.004-06:00

How many times has He lightened our cares,
Over and over again!
How many times has He answered our prayers,
Over and over again!
Then tell of His goodness to thee and to thine,
And tell of His mercies to me and to mine,
Repeat the old story of pardon divine,
Over and over again.

He ne’er refuses to hear, tho’ we call
Over and over again,
Sends show’rs of blessing so freely on all,
Over and over again;
Oh, why are you silent so often, so long,
When telling the story will turn them from wrong?
Then tell it, O tell it in praise or in song,
Over and over again.

Tho’ we may wander in byways of sin,
Over and over again,
The heart of Jesus will bid us come in,
Over and over again;
Then let us be willing, wherever the place,
To tell of His kindness, His pardon, His grace,
And some day in glory, we’ll look on His face,
Over and over again.

Chorus
Over and over again,
Over and over again,
O what a wonderful story to tell,
Over and over again.

Floy S. Armstrong

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Borne aloft by faith we stand,
While we drink the crystal waters
Flowing down from Eden’s land.

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Where so oft ‘tis ours to be,
In the brightness of his presence,
Christ, our Lord, reveal’d we see.

On the mount of wondrous glory,
Where he bids me come and rest,
Jesus spreads a feast before us,
Making each a welcome guest.

If on earth our souls are honor’d
With such visions of delight,
Who can tell our heights of rapture,
When our faith is lost in sight.

Chorus:
How the heart, its toil forgets,
In the joy we there behold; there behold;
In the fullness of his love, of his love,
That is better felt than told.

Sallie M. Smith

Mums with I am held by God’s right hand and It was spoken for the Master

2011-11-30T00:00:00.006-06:00

I am held by God’s right hand,
Roll, billows, roll!
I fear naught on sea or land, so
Roll, billows, roll!

What care I for rock or shoal?
Roll, billows roll!
All God’s host surround my soul, so
Roll, billows, roll!

Tho’ what Satan should assail,
Roll, billows, roll!
In God’s might I shall prevail, so
Roll, billows roll!

Oh, that you, my friend, could say
“Roll, billows, roll!
Christ is keeping me each day, so
Roll, billows, roll!”

Chorus
Roll, billows roll!
Roll, billows, roll!
Jesus is my anchor and
He’ll keep my soul from ev’ry foe;
So roll, billows roll!
Roll, billows roll!
Jesus is my anchor and
He’ll keep my soul.
J. P. Scholfield

It was spoken for the Master
Oh, how lovingly it fell!
It was uttered in a whisper,
Who had breathed it none could tell.
It was spoken for the Master,
Only just a little word,
But the chords that long had slumbered,
In a grief worn-heart were stirred.

Oh, we know not when we scatter,
Where the precious seed will fall,
But we work and trust in Jesus,
For he watcheth over all.
We may sow beside the waters,
Of affliction, it may be,
But the fruits of earnest labor
At the reaping we shall see.

When our busy toil is over,
From the vineyard when we go,
We shall find a store of blessings
That on earth we could not know.
We shall wonder at the brightness
Of the crowns we then shall wear,
But the Lord himself will tell us
Why he placed the jewels there.

Refrain:
Gentle words of patient kindness,
Tho’ unheeded oft they seem,
To the fold of grace may gather
Souls of which we little dream.

Lizzie Edwards

Fallen Sparrow with Failing in strength when opprest by my foes and There’s naught on earth to rest on

2011-11-29T00:00:00.008-06:00

Failing in strength when opprest by my foes,
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
Waiting for someone to banish my woes,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Why should I fear when the care billows roll?
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
When the deep shadows sweep o’er my soul,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Wounded and helpless and sick with distress,
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows;
Longing for home and a mother’s caress,
Somebody knows,-’tis Jesus.

Chorus
Somebody knows,
Somebody knows
When I am tempted and tried by my foes;
He is the One who will keep me-
Somebody knows-’tis Jesus.

Alfred H. Ackley

There’s naught on earth to rest on,
All things are changing here;
The smiles of joy we gaze on;
The friends we hold so dear.
One Friend alone is changeless,
The One too oft forgot,
Whose love hath stood for ages,
For Jesus changeth not.

The sweetest flow’r that blooms here,
And sheds its fragrance round,
Ere ev’ning comes has withered,
And lies upon the ground.
The dark and dreary desert,
That hath not one green spot
Abounds in living pastures;
With him who changeth not.

Clouds oft o’ercast our sunshine,
So beautiful, so bright,
And while we still admire it,
It darkens into night.
One sky alone is cloudless,
Where darkness cometh not;
‘Tis found alone with Jesus,
For Jesus changeth not.

And friendship’s smile avails not
To cheer us here below,
For smiles are oft deceitful,
And lure to overthrow.
One smile alone can gladden,
Whate’er the pilgrim’s lot;
It is the smile of Jesus,
For Jesus changeth not.

And while stern time moves onward,
And nears eternity,
The hand of death brings changes
In ev’ry thing we see.
But faith has found a Savior
Whose promise faileth not;
Our life is hid with Jesus,
And Jesus changeth not.

Frederick Whitfield

Wild Looking Flowers with Savior, more than life to me and Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace

2011-11-28T00:00:00.004-06:00

Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to Thee;
Let Thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near Thy side.

Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting Thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.

Let me love Thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.

Refrain
Ev’ry day, ev’ry hour,
Let me feel Thy cleansing pow’r;
May Thy tender love to me
Bind me closer, closer, Lord to Thee.

Fanny J. Crosby

Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace,
For his help adapted to each time and place,
For his promised presence all the pilgrim way,
For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day.

Praise for free forgiveness, power which makes us whole,
For his touch of healing, strengthening the soul,
For his gifts of kindness and his loving care,
For the best assurance that he answers prayer.

Praise him for the trials sent as chords of love,
Binding us more closely to the things above,
For the faith that conquers, hope that naught can dim,
For the land where loved ones gather home to him.

Chorus:
Praise him, shining angels, on your harps of gold,
All his hosts adore him who his face behold,
Thro’ his great dominion, while the ages roll,
All his works shall praise him, all his works shall praise him,
All his works shall praise him; bless the Lord, my soul.

E. E. Hewitt

Bark of a Fallen Tree with In the harvest field there is work to do and I will praise the Lord today

2011-11-27T00:00:00.003-06:00

In the harvest field there is work to do,
For the grain is ripe, and the reapers few;
And the Master’s voice bids the workers true
Heed the call that He gives today.

Crowd the garner well with the sheaves all bright,
Let the song be glad, and the heart be light,
Fill the precious hours, ere the shades of night
Take the place of the golden day.

In the gleaner’s path may be rich reward,
Tho’ the time seems long, and the labor hard;
For the Master’s joy, with His chosen shared,
Drives the gloom from the darkest day.

Lo! the Harvest Home in the realms of above
Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove,
When the Master’s voice, in His words of love,
Calls away to eternal day.

Chorus
Labor on, labor on,
Keep the bright reward in view,
For the Master has said
He will strength renew;
Labor on till the close of day.

Dr. C. R. Blackall

I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord is good to me:
And his love appears as the sweetest gift,
‘Mid the blessings that I see.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his name is more than sweet:
And I gather strength for the toils of life
As I worship at his feet.

I will praise the Lord today,
For his word is life and love:
And the hope he gives is a blessed hope,
For it lifts my soul above.

I will praise the Lord today,
For the Lord has ransomed me;
He has set his seal on this soul of mine,
That his glory I may see.

Chorus:
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
Therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth,
And with my song will I praise him.

E. A. Barnes

Lone Sheep with Patient ‘neath Thy hand, Lord and Like a shepherd, tender, true

2011-11-26T00:00:00.005-06:00

Patient ‘neath Thy hand, Lord,
Ever let me lie;
Thou the heav’nly Worker,
Clay to mold am I.
As the clay is fashioned
By the potter’s will,
So I wish to be, Lord,
Calm, submissive still.

Only Thou canst cleanse me
From my sins’ dark blight;
Only Thou canst fashion
Vessels pure and white.
“Vessels unto honor”
Some bright souls shall be;
In some humble station,
Lord, find place for me.

Ready for Thy service
If Thou choosest so;
Ready but to wait, Lord,
Till Thou sayest, “Go!”
O that Thou wouldst choose me
For Thy work today!
But, if not, then use me
In Thine own best way.

Chorus
I am in Thy hand, Lord,
And would not rebel,
For I surely know Thou
Doeth all things well.

Flora Kirkland

Like a shepherd, tender, true,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Daily finds us pastures new,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
If thick mists are o’er the way,
Or the flock ‘mid danger feeds,
He will watch them lest they stray,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

All along life’s rugged road
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Till we reach yon blest abode,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
All the way, before, He’s trod,
And He now the flock precedes,
Safe into the fold of God
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

Thro’ the sunlit ways of life
Jesus leads, Jesus leads,
Thro’ the warrings and the strife
Jesus leads, Jesus leads;
When we reach the Jordan’s tide,
Where life’s bound’ry-line recedes,
He will spread the waves aside,
Jesus leads, Jesus leads.

John R. Clements

Cat with I am thinking today of that glorious time and Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word

2011-11-25T00:00:00.006-06:00

I am thinking today of that glorious time
When my soul shall have entered that Heaven-blest clime,
And the song of the ransomed shall fall on my ear,
Which sometimes I am heartsick and homesick to hear.

Only sinners redeemed by the blood of the Lamb,
Only those who thro’ great tribulation have come,
Have a part in the song which shall ring thro’ the skies
As the shouts of the ransomed in triumph arise.

So I long for the day when His face I shall see,
And from earth’s limitations my soul shall be free;
With no discordant note when His praises I’ll sing-
Hallelujahs forever to Jesus my King!

Chorus
Some day, some glorious day,
When my soul shall be free from this cumbersome clay,
I shall join the glad song of the glorified throng
To praise my Redeemer, some day, some day.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

Sweet are the promises, kind is the word;
Dearer far than any message man ever heard,
Pure was the mind of Christ, Sinless I see;
He the great example is, and pattern for me.

Sweet is the tender love Jesus hath shown;
Sweeter far than any love that mortals have known,
Kind to the erring one, Faithful is He;
He the great example is, and pattern for me.

List to His loving words, “Come unto Me;”
Weary, heavy laden, there is sweet rest for thee,
Trust in His promises, Faithful and sure;
Lean upon the Savior, and thy soul is secure.

Chorus:
Where He leads I’ll follow,
Follow all the way.
Where He leads I’ll follow,
Follow Jesus ev’ry day.

W. A. Ogden

Father's Bible with Hark, ‘tis the Master! He’s calling you today and Precious Bible! what a treasure

2011-11-24T00:00:00.005-06:00

Hark, ‘tis the Master! He’s calling you today,
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Look for His footprints along the Heav’nward way,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
He who lives forevermore,
Trod this earthly path before,
Knows its dangers, knows it grief,
He will send your soul relief.

New fields of blessing will open to your view,
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Seeking His Spirit your daily strength renew,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
Pressing onward, glad and free,
Sweeter will His service be,
Richer His rewards of love,
Foretastes of the feast above.

What tho’ temptations may beckon you aside?
Follow where His voice is guiding;
Under His banner in loyalty abide,
Follow where His voice is guiding.
Tho’ the way seem hard and long,
Faith will sing her cheery song;
Soon we’ll lay the burdens down,
Then the palm, the harp, the crown.

Chorus
Follow, follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow, follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow where His voice is guiding,
Follow, follow, follow on.

E. E. Hewitt

Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford!-
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and medicine, shield and sword.
Let the world account me poor;
Having this, I need no more.

Food to which the world’s a stranger
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger;
Though it fills, it never cloys;
On a dying Christ I feed;
He is meat and drink indeed.

When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing medicines, here I find;
To the promises I flee;
Each affords a remedy.

Newton

Peonies in Clear Vase with When in His beauty the King I shall see and When the port of heaven opens to a world redeemed from sin

2011-11-23T00:00:00.001-06:00

When in His beauty the King I shall see,
Christ the Redeemer once wounded for me;
See Him who died on the cross for my sin,
That life eternal thro’ grace I might win;

See Him exalted in glory on high,
No more for sinners to suffer and die;
Nor more despised and rejected of men,
Living in glory, forever to reign;

What tho’ a pilgrim and stranger I roam?
I have a mansion in Heaven, my home;
There, while the ages unceasingly roll,
How I will praise Him for saving my soul!

Chorus
When I shall see Jesus
Some glorious day,
Earth’s sorrows forgotten,
Tears all wiped away;
For all of life’s toiling
‘Twill richly repay,
When I shall see Jesus
Some glorious day.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

When the port of heaven opens to a world redeemed from sin,
When the great arch foe is vanquished, and the victors enter in,
There will be a burst of triumph, like the sounding of the sea -
Like the voice of many waters shall that glorious anthem be.

There the harps shall thrill as harps were never known to thrill before,
And no voices shall be silent on that safe and happy shore,
But with glorious commingling shall the mighty anthem swell,
To the King of kings, and Lord of lords, who hath done all things well.

And when ceaseless ages shall have passed, with ages yet to come,
When from all of earthly sorrow free we rest within that home,
Still the chorus shall be pealing forth, unchanging, grand and free:
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us let eternal glory be!”

Refrain:
Glory, glory to His name,
Now and evermore the same;
Let the ceaseless chorus be-
Christ, whose love has set me free.

Emma M. Johnston

Iris, Clear Glass and Marbles with When I need someone in time of grief and I know of a stream that floweth

2011-11-22T00:00:00.004-06:00

When I need someone in time of grief,
Someone my cheer to be,
Jesus I choose, for He gives relief,
He is the best for me.

When I need someone to guide my soul
Over the stormy sea,
Always to Jesus I give control,
He is the best for me.

When I need help to defeat the foe,
Someone my shield to be,
Always to Jesus in faith I go,
He is the best for me.

When all my trials on earth are o’er,
And the dark stream I see,
Jesus shall bear me to yonder shore,
He is the best for me.

Chorus
I choose Jesus when I need a friend,
What I need I know that He will send;
I have proved Him, good and true is He;
I choose Jesus, He is the best for me.

James Rowe

I know of a stream that floweth
From the pierced and wounded side;
It matters not how full of sin,
There is cleansing in the tide.

Chorus:
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
There is life in the stream that’s flowing
From precious Calvary.

I know of a Friend all pow’rful,
That can touch and make me whole;
It matters not how weak I am,
He will cleanse and save my soul.

Chorus:
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
Of a Friend that is true and loving,
Who died on Calvary.

I know of a day that cometh,
When I’ll rest from toil and care;
Tho’ dark and drear the clouds may hang,
‘Twill be sunshine over there.

Chorus:
I know, and I am trusting
In the promise, full and free,
Of a day that is surely coming,
When I Thy face shall see.

Mrs. E. W. Chapman

White Peonies in Brown Container with I’ve had a talk with Jesus and “Let me to Thy bosom fly,”

2011-11-21T00:00:00.006-06:00

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
I’ve told Him all my care;
I’ve sought His blessed presence,
And dropped my burden there;
And when I knelt before Him,
I felt my spirit thrill
To hear His gentle whisper,
“I love thee; peace, be still.”

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
His promised peace to share;
We walked by healing waters
Thro’ pastures green and fair;
His arms of love were round me,
And blest indeed was I,
And oh, I dwelt in safety
With such a refuge nigh!

I’ve had a talk with Jesus,
We held communion sweet;
I’ve laid my joys and sorrows,
Like Mary, at His feet-
I’ve told Him ev’ry longing
That throbbed within my breast;
He filled my soul with comfort,
And gave His peace and rest.

Chorus
O blest communion, pure and sweet,
To talk with Him is joy complete;
And oh, I love to steal away,
And talk with Jesus ev’ry day.

Ida Scott Taylor

“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Weak and wounded, like the bird;
Hear, oh, hear my earnest cry;
Let Thy pity be conferred.

“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Stormy waves around me roll;
Surges beating mountain high,
Threaten to engulf my soul.

“Let me to Thy bosom fly,”
Hallelujah! then I’ll sing;
Thro’ the blue arch of the sky,
Anthems loud and clear shall ring.

Chorus:
“Let me to Thy bosom fly;”
Let my lips repeat the cry;
“While the tempest still is high,
Let me to Thy bosom fly.”

Mrs. E. W. Chapman

Prone Iris with True to my Savior I want to be and The law commands and makes us know

2011-11-20T00:00:00.005-06:00

True to my Savior I want to be,
True to the Lamb who was slain for me;
This is my prayer as I homeward go:
True to my Savior in weal or woe.

True I would be to His love divine;
True to the hope of this soul of mine;
Whether be thorny or smooth the way,
True to my Savior by night and day.

True when rejoicing in heart and soul,
True when the billows of sorrow roll;
When I am tempted or when I am free,
True to my Savior my soul would be.

True I would be when the shadows fall,
True when expecting the final call;
True when my body shall lose its breath,
True to my Savior in life, in death.

Chorus
True, true to my Savior,
True, true to Him,
True, true I would be,
True to my Savior who died for me.

James Rowe

The law commands and makes us know
What duties to our God we owe;
But ‘tis the gospel must reveal
Where lies our strength to do His will.

The law discovers guilt and sin,
And shows how vile our hearts have been;
Only the gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.

What curses does the law denounce
Against the man that fails but once!
But in the gospel Christ appears,
Pardoning the guilt of numerous years.

My soul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the law:
Fly to the hope the gospel gives:
The man that trust the promise, lives.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Winter Berries in Vase with Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul and Tell me the old, old story

2011-11-19T00:00:00.004-06:00

Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul,
And toss you, and drift you about,
Don’t yield to temptation, let Jesus control,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When bent by the burden of trouble or care,
If you should be tempted to doubt,
Cling closer to Jesus and never despair,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When storms beat upon you, or foes overtake,
And friends do not hear when you shout,
The Lord will be near you and will not forsake,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Whatever betide you while here you remain,
Don’t go from the love-lighted rout;
The blessing you need from the Lord you shall gain,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Chorus
Pray yourself out, pray yourself out,
Jesus, the Savior of love never doubt;
He will be near you, ready to hear you;
Pray, brother, pray yourself out.

D. R. Wade

Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in-
That wonderful Redemption
God’s remedy for sin!
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon!
The “early dew” of morning
Has passed away at noon!

Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones, and grave;
Remember! I’m the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.

Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory
Is drawing on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
“Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

Chorus:
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.

Katherine Hankey

Sheep and One Goat in Snow with I am safe from ev’ry storm and Souls of men, why will ye scatter

2011-11-18T00:00:00.004-06:00

I am safe from ev’ry storm,
Christ doth love me so;
I am safe from ev’ry harm,
For my Lord I know.

I am safe when troubles come,
With my Savior near;
I am safe from Satan’s wiles,
For my prayer He’ll hear.

I am safe forevermore,
Thro’ the crimson flood;
I am safe and Christ I’ll see,
By His precious blood.

I am safe whate’er befall,
With a Friend so strong;
I am safe for Heav’n and home,
With the blood-washed throng.

Chorus
I am safe, I am safe,
For my Savior died for me;
I am safe, I am safe in Him,
In His likeness I shall be.

I. E. Reynolds

Souls of men, why will ye scatter
Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts, why will ye wander
From a love so true and deep?
Was there ever kindest shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Saviour who would have us
Come and gather round His feet?

It is God: His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems.
‘Tis our Father, and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams.
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 no place where earth’s sorrows
Are more felt than up in heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.
There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good,
There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in His blood.

For the love of God is broader
Than the measures of man’s mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own,
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.

There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.
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.

Rev. Frederick W. Faber

Stormy Looking in the Country with How sweet is the love of my Savior! and O Jesus, Saviour of the lost

2011-11-17T00:00:00.004-06:00

How sweet is the love of my Savior!
‘Tis boundless and deep as the sea;
And best of it all, it is daily
Growing sweeter and sweeter to me.

I know He is ever beside me!
Eternity only will prove
The height and the depth of His mercy,
And the breadth of His infinite love.

Wherever He leads I will follow,
Thro’ sorrow, or shadow, or sun;
And tho’ I be tried in the furnace,
I can say, “Lord, Thy will be it done.”

Some day face to face I shall see Him,
And oh, what a joy it will be
To know that His love, now so precious,
Will forever grow sweeter to me!

Chorus
Sweeter and sweeter to me,
Dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior,
Growing dearer each step of the way!

Chas. H. Gabriel

O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.

Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry,
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.

Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain:
There danger never, never harms,
There death itself is gain.

And when I stand before Thy Throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

Ivy Steps with So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King and Not to the terrors of the Lord

2011-11-16T00:00:00.010-06:00

So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King,
His praise all the day long with rapture I sing;
To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling,
For He is so precious to me....

He stood at my heart’s door ‘mid sunshine and rain,
And patiently waited an entrance to gain;
What shame that so long He entreated in vain,
For He is so precious to me....

I stand on the mountain of blessing at last,
No clouds in the heavens a shadow to cast;
His smile is upon me, the valley is past,
For He is so precious to me....

I praise Him because He appointed a place,
Where, some day, thro’ faith in His wonderful grace,
I know I shall see Him-shall look on His face,
For He is so precious to me....

Chorus
For He is so precious to me,
For He is so precious to me;
‘Tis Heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
For He is so precious to me.

Chas. H. Gabriel

Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke.

But we are come to Zion’s hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare His will,
And spread His love abroad.

Behold the innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light;
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight.

Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.

The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living Head,
And of His grace partake.

In such society as this
My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be forever blest.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Burgandy Violets and Teapot with Tho’ the way we journey may be often drear and Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness

2011-11-15T00:00:00.003-06:00

Tho’ the way we journey may be often drear,
We shall see the King some day;
On that blessed morning clouds will disappear;
We shall see the King some day.

After pain and anguish, after toil and care,
We shall see the King some day;
Thro’ the endless ages joy and blessing share,
We shall see the King some day.

After foes are conquered, after battles won,
We shall see the King some day;
After strife is over, after set of sun,
We shall see the King some day.

There with all the loved ones who have gone before,
We shall see the King some day;
Sorrow past forever, on that peaceful shore,
We shall see the King some day.

Chorus
We shall see the King some day,
When the clouds have rolled away;
Gathered ‘round the throne,
When He shall call His own,
We shall see the King some day.

L. E. Jones

Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
‘Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,-
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,-
For me, ev’n for my soul, was shed.

Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies-
Ev’n then, this shall be all my plea:
Jesus hath lived and died for me.

This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

O let the dead now hear Thy voice:
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

Nicolaus L. von Zinzendorf; Tr. Rev. John Wesley

Watermelon and Blue Vases with The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin and O Thou, to whose all searching sight

2011-11-14T00:00:00.007-06:00

The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin;
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Like sunshine at noonday, His glory shone in,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

No darkness have we who in Jesus abide,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
We walk in the Light when we follow our Guide,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

Ye dwellers in darkness, with sin-blinded eyes,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Go, wash at His bidding, and light will arise,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

No need of the sunlight in Heaven, we’re told,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
The Lamb is the light in the city of gold,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

Chorus
Come to the Light, ‘tis shining for thee;
Sweetly the Light has dawned upon me,
Once I was blind, but now I can see:
The Light of the world is Jesus.

P. P. Bliss

O Thou, to whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, nor violence I fear,
Nor fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe;
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Saviour, where’er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

Count Nicolaus von Zinzendorf
Tr. Rev. John Wesley

Fall Flowers in Gold Color Containers with I fear the foe no more and Thank and praise Jehovah’s name

2011-11-13T00:00:00.005-06:00

I fear the foe no more,
My doubts and fears are o’er,
For ev’ry day, along life’s way,
I walk secure and free.
My Savior and my Friend,
On whom I can depend,
He changes not, whate’er my lot,
And always cares for me.

He is a faithful Guide,
Who never leaves my side,
His love the light that breaks the night,
And bids the shadows flee.
Tho’ storm billows roll,
They cannot reach my soul,
For He who knows will soothe my woes,
And always care for me.

When time shall be no more,
And sorrow’s night is o’er,
What joy divine, what rapture mine,
When I that land shall see!
And with the saints pass in
Beyond the reach of sin,
Saved by His grace, I’ll see the face
Of Him who cares for me.

Chorus
He cares for me....
So true is He:
He’ll be my Friend till life shall end,
And always care for me.

F. Clark Perry

Thank and praise Jehovah’s name;
For His mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of ev’ry land,
As the people of His choice,
Pluck’d from the destroyer’s hand.

In the wilderness astray,
Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home,-

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

To a pleasant land He brings,
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.

O that men would praise the Lord
For His goodness to their race;
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace.

James Montgomery

Iris and Books with No care up yonder, there the skies are fair and Thank God for the Bible, the book that we love

2011-11-12T00:00:00.005-06:00

No care up yonder, there the skies are fair;
No tears up yonder, peace ev’rywhere;
No voice of weeping in that happy land,
No strife up yonder, God is in command.

No battles yonder, peaceful rivers flow;
No parting yonder, as here below;
No fear of evil stirs within the heart,
Thro’ endless ages friends ne’er have to part.

No longing yonder, hearts are satisfied,-
Nothing is wanting, no good denied;
Joy overflowing, souls are free from care,-
God’s full contentment waits for you up there.

Chorus
No care up yonder,-
God’s skies are fair;
No tears up yonder,-
Jesus is there.

J. P. Scholfield

Thank God for the Bible, the book that we love,
It tells us the will of our Father above;
A lamp for our feet, shining clearly and bright,
A light for our path ‘mid the darkness of night.

Thank God for the Bible, his letter so true,
With messages tender for me and for you;
Afar from our home, tho’ we sojourn awhile,
A welcome awaits us, a Father’s glad smile.

Thank God for the Bible, our guidebook to heav’n!
To keep us from straying, in love it is giv’n;
And if we but follow its teachings so plain,
Thro’ grace it will bring us with Jesus to reign.

Chorus
“Thank God for the Bible,” we joyfully sing,
The book of all others, the word of our King;
More precious by far than all riches of earth,
Thank God for this treasure of infinite worth.

Miriam E. Arnold

Peonies amd Gray Vase with The nearer I reach the end of life and Lord, dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”

2011-11-11T00:00:00.007-06:00

The nearer I reach the end of life,
The sweeter is Home to me;
I long for the fragrant flow’rs that grow
On the banks of the Crystal Sea.

The nearer the fading of the leaf,
The brighter the colors grow;
I sigh, when the evening shadows fall,
For the light of the morning glow.

The nearer I reach the banks of bloom,
The fairer the breezes blow;
The nearer I reach the Fount of Love,
Then the sweeter the waters flow.

The nearer I reach the Morning Land,
The fairer the golden light;
My eyes in the gath’ring mists grow dim,
Then the clearer immortal light.

Chorus
Home, Home, Heavenly Home,
Fair are my dreams of thee;
The nearer I reach the end of time,
The sweeter thou art to me.

Jesse P. Tompkins

Lord, dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”
Then would I seize the golden hour:
I pray to be released from guilt,
And freed from sin and Satan’s power.

More of Thy presence, Lord, impart;
More of Thine image let me bear:
Erect Thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.

Give me to read my pardon sealed,
And from Thy joy to draw my strength:
O be Thy boundless love revealed
In all its height, and breadth, and length.

Grant these requests-I ask no more,
But to Thy care the rest resign:
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All shall be well, if Thou art mine.

Rev. John Newton

Colorful Glass Shapes with When I fear my faith will fail and Jesus, these eyes have never seen

2011-11-10T00:00:00.007-06:00

When I fear my faith will fail,
Christ will hold me fast;
When the tempter would prevail,
He can hold me fast.

I could never keep my hold,
He must hold me fast;
For my love is often cold,
He must hold me fast.

I am precious in His sight,
He will hold me fast;
Those He saves are His delight,
He will hold me fast.

He’ll not let my soul be lost,
Christ will hold me fast;
Bought by Him at such a cost,
He will hold me fast.

Chorus
He will hold me fast,
He will hold me fast;
For my Savior loves me so,
He will hold me fast.

Ada R. Habershon

Jesus, these eyes have never seen
That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with Thee.

Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
When slumbers o’er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
All glorious as Thou art.

Rev. Ray Palmer

Peonies on Chair and In Basket with When the early morning breaking and Dear Saviour, we are Thine

2011-11-09T00:00:00.005-06:00

When the early morning breaking,
Slumber from my eyelids shaking,
Comes the blessed tho’t with waking,
I am in His keeping.
Day advances, labor bringing,
Care, her mantle ‘round me flinging,
Yet midst all my soul keeps singing,
I am in His care.

Sometimes dark clouds hang o’er me,
Not one step I see before me,
Still, my Savior, I adore Thee,
I am in His keeping.
I can trust His hand to guide me,
‘Neath His wings He’ll safely hide me,
And no harm can e’er betide me,
I am in His care.

Gentle eventide is nearing,
Light from Heaven disappearing,
Still the blessed tho’t so cheering,
I am in His keeping.
Now night’s curtains gather ‘round me,
Yet its dangers have not found me,
For His angel guards surround me,
I am in His care.

Chorus
I am in my Father’s keeping,
I am in His tender care;
Whether waking, whether sleeping,
I am in His care.

C. H. Morris

Dear Saviour, we are Thine,
By everlasting bands;
Our names, our hearts, we would resign,
And souls, into Thy hands.

To Thee we still would cleave,
With ever growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
O let them ne’er prevail.

Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to Thee our Head;
Shall form us to Thy image bright,
That we Thy paths may tread.

Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near Thy side,
Through all the gloomy way.

Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear?
Since He in heaven has fixed His throne,
He’ll fix His members there.

Rev. Philip Doddridge

White Summer Flowers and Teapot with I do not ask to see the way and Let me but hear my Saviour say

2011-11-08T00:00:00.006-06:00

I do not ask to see the way
My feet will have to tread,
But only that my soul may feed
Upon the living bread:
‘Tis better far that I should walk
By faith close to His side;
I may not know the way I go,
But oh, I know my Guide.

And if my feet would go astray,
They cannot, for I know
That Jesus guides my falt’ring steps,
As joyfully I go:
And though I may not see His face,
My faith is strong and clear
That in each hour of sore distress
My Savior will be near.

I will not fear, tho’ darkness come
Abroad o’er all the land,
If I may only feel the touch
Of His own loving hand:
And though I tremble when I think
How weak I am, how frail,
My soul is satisfied to know
His love can never fail.

Chorus
His love can never fail,
His love can never fail;
My soul is satisfied to know
His love can never fail.

E. S. Hall

Let me but hear my Saviour say,
“Strength shall be equal to thy day!”
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

I glory in infirmity,
That Christ’s own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

I can do all things-or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While His own hand my head sustains.

Rev. Isaac Watts

Bibles and Yellow Roses with In tenderness He sought me and Upward where the stars are burning

2011-11-07T00:00:00.004-06:00

In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders bro’t me,
Back to His fold again,
While angels in His presence sang
Until the courts of Heaven rang.

He washed the bleeding sin-wounds,
And poured in oil and wine;
He whispered to assure me,
“I’ve found thee, thou art Mine;”
I never heard a sweeter voice,
It made my aching heart rejoice!

He pointed to the nail prints,
For me His blood was shed,
A mocking crown so thorny,
Was placed upon His head:
I wondered what He saw in me,
To suffer such deep agony.

I’m sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.

So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I’m waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call us to His side,
To be with Him, His spotless bride.

Chorus
Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that bro’t me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that bro’t me to the fold!

W. Spencer Walton

Upward where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent in their turning,
Round the never-changing pole;
Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,
Lift I now my longing soul.

Far above that arch of gladness,
Far beyond these clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair.
Far from pain and sin and folly,
In that palace of the holy
I would find my mansion there.

Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted:
Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of man, they crown, they crown him;
Son of God, they own, they own him;
With his name the palace rings.

Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at his blessed feet.
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,
When before his throne we meet.

Horatius Bonar

Daffodils with Soon will our Savior from Heaven appear and Lord, it belongs not to my care

2011-11-06T00:00:00.004-05:00

Soon will our Savior from Heaven appear;
Sweet is the hope and its power to cheer;
All will be changed by a glimpse of His face-
This is the goal at the end of our race!

Loneliness changed to reunion complete,
Absence exchanged for a place at His feet,
Sleeping ones raised in a moment of time,
Living ones changed to His image sublime!

Sunrise will chase all the darkness away,
Night will be changed to the brightness of day,
Tempest will change to ineffable calm,
Weeping will change to a jubilant psalm!

Weakness will change to magnificent strength,
Failure will change to perfection at length,
Sorrow will change to unending delight,
Walking by faith change to walking by sight!

Chorus
Oh, what a change, Oh, what a change,
When I shall see His wonderful face!
Oh, what a change, Oh, what a change,
When I shall see His face!

Ada R. Habershon

Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before;
No one into his kingdom comes
But through his opened door.

Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be?

My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But ‘tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

Richard Baxter

Cosmos in Carnival Glass with There’s no friend to me like Jesus and Grace! ‘tis a charming sound

2011-11-05T00:00:00.003-05:00

There’s no friend to me like Jesus,
He my ev’ry need supplies;
He not only saves but keeps me,
Nothing good from me denies.

All, yes, all to me is Jesus,
Blest Redeemer, Savior, Guide,
And from ev’ry foe defends me,
And in Him I’ll ever hide.

I will never cease to love Him,
He who died to set me free;
Now in Him I am abiding,
And some day His face I’ll see.

Chorus
Yes, in Him I’m fully trusting,
Yes, thro’ Him I’ll conquer all;
For I know He saves and keeps me,
And He’ll never let me fall.

M. J. Babbitt

Grace! ‘tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge

Wild Zinnias with I want my life to glorify my Lord and King and There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known

2011-11-04T00:00:00.007-05:00

I want my life to glorify my Lord and King;
I want to please and honor Him in ev’rything;
I want my life to tell men that He is my Guide;
I want the world to know He’s walking by my side.

Oh, that my life might magnify the Savior’s pow’r;
Oh, that my deeds might witness to His grace each hour;
Oh, that my words might magnify His holy name,
So let my heart and voice His mighty pow’r proclaim.

I want my life to testify that He can save;
I want to help to make His crimson banner wave;
I want to tell the blessed story ev’ry day;
I want to be a light to others on their way.

Chorus
I want to live as Jesus lives, I want to love as Jesus loved,
I want to serve and honor Him and please Him in ev’rything;
I want to live as Jesus lived, I want to love as Jesus loved,
I want my life to testify that He’s my Lord and King.

J. P. Scholfield

There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
Oh, that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here.

But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy blood-washed throng;
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them, “well done.”

So, although I’m no an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

Anniversary Flowers with I know my heav’nly Father knows and God moves in a mysterious way

2011-11-03T00:00:00.005-05:00

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
But He can drive the clouds away,
And turn my darkness into day,
And turn my darkness into day.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The balm I need to soothe my woes;
And with His touch of love divine,
He heals this wounded soul of mine,
He heals this wounded soul of mine.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
How frail I am to meet my foes,
But He my cause will e’er defend,
Uphold and keep me to the end,
Uphold and keep me to the end.

I know my heav’nly Father knows
The hour my journey here will close,
And may that hour, O faithful Guide,
Find me safe sheltered by Thy side,
Find me safe sheltered by Thy side.

Chorus
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows,
And tempers ev’ry wind that blows.

S. M. I. Henry

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessing on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

William Cowper

Some Dried Flowers and Mosaic Like Vase with Do you fear the foe will in the conflict win? and

2011-11-02T00:00:00.009-05:00

Do you fear the foe will in the conflict win?
Is it dark without you-darker still within?
Clear the darkened windows, open wide the door,
Let a little sunshine in.

Does your faith grow fainter in the cause you love?
Are your prayers unanswered by your God above?
Clear the darkened windows, open wide the door,
Let a little sunshine in.

Would you go rejoicing in the upward way,
Knowing naught of darkness, dwelling in the day?
Clear the darkened windows, open wide the door,
Let a little sunshine in.

Chorus
Let a little sunshine in,
Let a little sunshine in;
Clear the darkened windows, open wide the door,
Let a little sunshine in.

Ada Blenkhorn

The Bible is the book I need,
So precious, so precious;
It helps me eve’ry time I read
Its message for the day;
The words of everlasting love,
There whispered by the Holy Dove,
Bring consolation from above,
So precious, so precious.

Joy glitters on its open page,
So precious, so precious;
The guide of youth, the staff of age,
The lamp that lights our way;
It tells me of redeeming might
That puts the pow’rs of sin to flight,
Of cleansing blood and garments white,
So precious, so precious.

The Bible is the book for me,
So precious, so precious;
Until my Savior’s face I see
And in his presence stay;
Till then, my Father’s blessed will,
And strength his bidding to fulfill,
I’ll gather from my Bible still,
So precious, so precious.

E. E. Hewitt

Daylilies and Pottery with Tho’ He may call me to go the valley thro’ and Lo! the storms of life are breaking,

2011-11-01T00:00:00.004-05:00

Tho’ He may call me to go the valley thro’,
Jesus is my Leader and to Him I”ll be true;
Where’er He leadeth I’ll follow and obey;
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

Over the ocean if He should bid me go,
I’ll follow His leading and seek His will to know;
Trusting my pilot, I’ll go without delay,
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

I shall not question the leading of my King,
I’ll go where He leads me, with joy I’ll serve and sing;
Trusting His wisdom, I’ll follow day by day,
If Jesus is leading, I’ll follow all the way.

Chorus
When Jesus leads I’ll follow all the way,
When Jesus speaks I’ll do as He shall say;
When Jesus calls.....I’ll go without delay,
Wherever He leads I’ll follow all the way.

J. P. Scholfield

Lo! the storms of life are breaking,
Faithless fears our hearts are shaking;
For our succour undertaking,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

Lo! the world from thee rebelling,
Round thy church, in pride is swelling;
With thy word their madness quelling,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

On thine own command relying,
We our onward task are plying,
Unto thee for safety sighing,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

By thy birth, thy cross, thy passion,
By thy tears of deep compassion,
By thy mighty intercession,
     Lord and Saviour, help us.

Henry Alford

Spring Blossoms in Clear Bottle with Oh, the love of Jesus and Father, I know that all my life

2011-10-31T00:00:00.003-05:00

Oh, the love of Jesus
Brightens all my days,
Keeps me singing all the time
Happy songs of praise:
Storms may beat about me,
Sky and path be dim,
Still His love will keep me
Singing a song to Him.

Tho’ the burden’s heavy,
Foes assail in vain,
With His love o’erflowing me,
Victor I remain:
Thro’ the toil of noonday,
Thro’ the midnight long,
Love divine will keep me
Singing to Him my song.

Thus ‘twill be in glory,
By the crystal sea;
In communion with my Lord,
Love my theme will be:
More and more thro’ ages,
In that home above,
I will sing of Jesus
And His redeeming love.

Chorus
His love keeps me singing,
His love makes me true;
The love of Jesus keeps me singing
The whole day through.

James Rowe

Father, I know that all my life
Is portion’d out for me;
The changes that will surely come,
I do not fear to see;
I ask thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing thee.

I ask thee for a watchful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

I ask thee for the daily strength
To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If thou be glorified.

In service which thy will appoints,
There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught “the truth”
That makes thy children “free:”
A life of self-renouncing love
Is one of liberty.

Miss A. L. Waring, alt., 1850

Fall Flowers, Oranges and Pottery with In the shadow of His wings and Thro’ good report and evil, Lord

2011-10-30T00:00:00.003-05:00

In the shadow of His wings
There is rest, sweet rest;
There is rest from care and labor,
There is rest for friend and neighbor;
In the shadow of His wings
There is rest, sweet rest,
In the shadow of His wings
There is rest.

In the shadow of His wings
There is peace, sweet peace,
Peace that passeth understanding,
Peace, sweet peace that knows no ending;
In the shadow of His wings
There is peace, sweet peace,
In the shadow of His wings
There is peace.

In the shadow of His wings
There is joy, glad joy;
There is joy to tell the story,
Joy exceeding, full of glory;
In the shadow of His wings
There is joy, glad joy,
In the shadow of His wings
There is joy.

Chorus
There is rest, there is peace,
There is joy,
In the shadow of His wings:
There is rest, there is peace,
There is joy,
In the shadow of His wings

Rev. J. B. Atchinson

Thro’ good report and evil, Lord,
Still guided by thy faithful word,
Our staff, our buckler, and our sword,
We follow thee.

In silence of the lonely night,
In the full glow of day’s clear light,
Through life’s strange windings, dark or bright,
We follow thee.

Strengthened by thee we forward go,
‘Mid smile or scoff of friend or foe,
Thro’ pain or ease, thro’ joy or woe,
We follow thee.

O Master, point thou out the way,
Nor suffer thou our steps to stray;
Then in the path that leads to day
We follow thee.

Thou hast passed on before our face;
Thy footsteps on the way we trace;
O keep us, aid us by thy grace;
We follow thee.

Horatius Bonar

Three Roses with Darkness may o’ertake me and my song forsake me and No human eyes thy face may see

2011-10-29T00:00:00.003-05:00

Darkness may o’ertake me and my song forsake me,
But alone I never shall be;
For the Friend beside me promised He would guide me
And will keep His promise to me.

Should misfortune meet me, friends may fail to greet me,
But if true to Jesus I stay
He will still uphold me, let His love enfold me
Ev’ry dreary mile of the way.

How the tho’t enthralls me, that whate’er befalls me
One will always love me the same;
Not a trial ever causes Him to sever
From the ones who honor His name.

Chorus
He will keep His promise to me,
All the way with me He will go;
He has never broken any promise spoken;
He will keep His promise, I know.

James Rowe

No human eyes thy face may see,
No human thought thy form may know;
But all creation dwells in thee,
And thy great life thro’ all doth flow.

And yet, Oh, strange and wondrous tho’t!
Thou art a God who hearest prayer:
And every heart with sorrow fraught,
To seek thy present aid may dare.

And thou wilt turn them not aside
Who cannot solve thy life divine,
But would give up all reason’s pride,
To know their hearts approved by thine.

And thine unceasing love gave birth
To our dear Lord, thy holy Son,
Who left a perfect proof on earth
That duty, love, and trust are one.

So, though we faint on life’s dark hill,
And thought grow weak, and knowledge flee,
Yet faith shall teach us courage still,
And love shall guide us on to thee.

T. W. Higginson

Assorted Blossoms with There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King and All praise and thanks to God most High

2011-10-28T00:00:00.009-05:00

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the King;
He speaks, and the captive is free;
The lips of the dumb with rejoicing shall sing;
O speak, blessed Savior, to me!

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in His pardoning word;
He said, “Go, and sin now no more!”
How sweet was the hour when forgiveness I heard,
And Mercy had opened the door!

There’s pow’r, mighty pow’r in the word of the Lord,
And strength He will give, when we pray,
To follow His footsteps, His goodness record,
And walk in love’s beautiful way.

Chorus
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r,
In the word of my Savior and King!
O the pow’r, mighty pow’r!
For Jesus salvation shall bring.

E. E. Hewitt

All praise and thanks to God most High,
The God of pow’r, the God of love,
The God who doeth wondrously;
The God who from his throne above
The soul with richest solace fills;
The God who ev’ry sorrow stills:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

The host of heaven thy praises tell;
All powers and thrones bow down to thee;
And all who in thy shadow dwell,
Alike in earth and air and sea,
Declare and laud their Maker’s might,
Whose wisdom orders all things right:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

And for the creatures he has made
Our God will ceaselessly provide;
His grace will be their constant aid,
And guard them round on every side;
His kingdom we can surely trust;
There all is right, and all is just:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

We sought him in our hour of need;
We cried, Lord God, now hear our prayer;
For death he gave us life indeed,
And hope and comfort for despair:
For this our thanks shall endless be;
With heart and voice we sing to thee;
All praise and thanks to thee, our God.

C. Winkworth

Single Yellow Blossom with When the sun shines bright and your heart is light and Soldiers who to Christ belong

2011-10-27T00:00:00.008-05:00

When the sun shines bright and your heart is light,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
When the clouds hang low in this world of woe,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

If you’re lost in sin, all is dark within,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
God alone can save thro’ the Son He gave,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

When in that sad hour, when in death’s grim pow’r,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
If you would prepare ‘gainst the tempter’s snare,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

When the cares of life all around are rife,
Jesus is the Friend you need;
Glory to His name, always He’s the same,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

Chorus
Jesus is the Friend you need,
Such a Friend is He indeed;
He who noteth ev’ry tear,
He will banish ev’ry fear,
Jesus is the Friend you need.

I. E. Reynolds

Soldiers who to Christ belong,
Trust ye in his word, be strong;
For his promises are sure,
His rewards for aye endure.

His no crowns that pass away;
His no palm that sees decay;
His the joy that shall not fade:
His the light that knows no shade:

His the home for spirits blest,
Where he gives them peaceful rest,
Far above the starry skies,
In the bliss of Paradise.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp;
Lift your hearts then to the skies:
God himself shall be your prize.

Praise we now with saints at rest
Father, Son, and Spirit Blest;
For his promises are sure,
His rewards shall aye endure.

Tr. I. Williams

Crabapple Blossoms with When the dark shadows gather on life’s rugged way and The Lord our God is King

2011-10-26T00:00:00.004-05:00

When the dark shadows gather on life’s rugged way,
There is someone to help you and cheer you alway;
He will fill you with joy if His word you obey:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

When the burdens you carry are heavy to bear,
And your heart almost breaks with its griefs and despair,
Look to Him who is waiting your sorrows to share:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

He entreats you to love Him and in Him confide,
Let Him be your Companion, Friend and your Guide,
For His love can do more than all others beside:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

He has promised to keep you, this wonderful Friend,
Tho’ temptations and dangers your pathway attend;
Let Him lead all the way till life’s journey shall end:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

Chorus
Nobody loves you like Jesus,
Nobody loves you like Him;
When you falter and fail,
Still His love doth prevail:
Nobody loves you like Jesus.

Alfred Barratt

The Lord our God is King;
His rule, his name is love:
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
And heav’n respond above!

His counsels he may keep
Hidden from mortal sight;
His ends may be a soundless deep;
But all he wills is right.

Never shall wrong prevail,
Whate’er his foes may do:
His word is given, and shall not fail;
For all he saith is true.

Dread storms may mark his path;
Darkness may o’er it brood;
The round world shake as with his wrath;
But all he doth is good.

Then sing, the Lord is King;
Sing, for his name is Love;
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
And heaven respond above!

G. F. Root

Blue Blossoms with Just when I need Him, Jesus is near and Fight the good fight with all thy might

2011-10-25T00:00:00.001-05:00

Just when I need Him, Jesus is near,
Just when I falter, just when I fear;
Ready to help me, ready to cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is true,
Never forsaking all the way thro’;
Giving for burdens pleasures anew,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is strong,
Bearing my burdens all the day long;
For all my sorrow giving a song,
Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him, He is my all,
Answering when upon Him I call;
Tenderly watching lest I should fall,
Just when I need Him most.

Chorus
Just when I need Him most,
Just when I need Him most;
Jesus is near to comfort and cheer,
Just when I need Him most.

Rev. Wm. Poole

Fight the good fight with all thy might,
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide;
His boundless mercy will provide;
Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

John S. B. Monsell, 1863, alt.

White Roses and Jewelry with There is as land beyond our sight and I little see, I little know

2011-10-24T00:00:00.006-05:00

There is a land beyond our sight,
Unmarred by sin, undimmed by night,
A land without one grief or care,
No pain nor death can enter there.

No cruel strife, no bitter hate,
That better world can desolate,
For love alone hath full control
In that blest homeland of the soul.

How many vanished faces dear
In mem’ry’s golden light appear,
Of those who, passing on before,
Are safe with Christ forevermore!

How dark and cheerless life would be
If faith no brighter world could see,
If, weary “pilgrims of the night,”
We had no home beyond our sight!

Chorus
Beyond our sight! beyond our sight!
“There is a land of pure delight,”
A world, than all our dreams more fair,-
God grant us each an entrance there!

T. O. Chisholm

I little see, I little know,
Yet can I fear no ill;
He who hath guided me till now
Will be my leader still.

No burden yet was on me laid
Of trouble or of care,
But he my trembling step hath stayed,
And given me strength to bear.

I know not what beyond may lie,
But look, in humble faith,
Into a larger life to die,
And find new birth in death.

He will not leave my soul forlorn;
I still must find him true,
Whose mercies have been new each morn
And every evening new.

Upon his providence I lean,
As lean in faith I must;
The lesson of my life hath been
A heart of grateful trust.

And so my onward way I fare
With happy heart and calm,
And mingle with my daily care
The music of my psalm.

Frederick L. Hosmer

Asiatic Lily with Precious promise God hath given and Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom

2011-10-23T00:00:00.009-05:00

Precious promise God hath given
To the weary passerby,
On the way from earth to Heaven,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When temptations almost win thee,
And thy trusted watchers fly,
Let this promise ring within thee,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When thy secret hopes have perished
In the grave of years gone by,
Let this promise still be cherished,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

When the shades of life are falling,
And the hour has come to die,
Hear the trusty Pilot calling,
“I will guide thee with Mine eye.”

Chorus
I will guide thee, I will guide thee,
I will guide thee with Mine eye;
On the way from earth to Heaven,
I will guide thee with Mine eye.

Nathaniel Niles

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

John H. Newman

White Cosmos with A little while, and then the summer Day and Oft in danger, oft in woe

2011-10-22T00:00:00.006-05:00

A little while, and then the summer Day,
When I go Home;
‘Tis lonesome winter now, but ‘twill be May,
When I go Home;
Beyond the gloom of moor and fen I see
The welcome warm of those who wait for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

Work ceases not in sunshine or in show’r,
Till I go Home;
But in the stillness of the twilight hour,
I dream of Home;
And when the nightwind moans across the wold
I feel no dread of dark, or chill of cold-
I dream of Home, I dream of Home.

All will be well, and all be happiness,
When I go Home;
The wanderings all o’er, and loneliness,
When I go Home;
There will be light at eventide for me,
The light that never was on land or sea,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

I’ll meet the loved ones I have lost awhile,
When I go Home;
And, best of all, I’ll see my Savior smile,
When I go Home;
Oh, what a joy thro’ all eternity,
To sing the praise of Him who died for me,
When I go Home, when I go Home.

Jennie Ree

Oft in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.

Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory tune your song.

Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.

Onward then to battle move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.

Henry Kirke White, 1806, alt., cento.

Harvest of the Field with There’s One who can comfort when all else fails and Soldiers of the cross arise

2011-10-21T00:00:00.009-05:00

There’s One who can comfort when all else fails,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
A Savior who saves tho’ the foe assails,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
Once He traveled the way we go,
Felt the pangs of deceit and woe;
Who more perfectly then can know,
Than Jesus, blessed Jesus?

He heareth the cry of the soul distressed,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
He healeth the wounded, He giveth rest,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
When from loved ones we’re called to part,
When the tears in our anguish start,
None can comfort the breaking heart
Like Jesus, blessed Jesus.

He never forsakes in the darkest hour,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
His arm is around us with keeping pow’r,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
When we enter the Shadowland,
When at Jordan we trembling stand,
He will meet us with outstretched hand,
This Jesus, blessed Jesus.

What joy it will be when we see His face,
Jesus, blessed Jesus;
Forever to sing of His love and grace,
Jesus, blessed Jesus:
There at home on that shining shore,
With the loved ones gone on before,
We will praise Him forevermore,
Our Jesus, blessed Jesus.

Chas. H. Gabriel

Soldiers of the cross arise!
Gird you with your armour bright!
Mighty are your enemies,
Hard the battle ye must fight.

O’er a faithless fallen world,
Raise your banner in the sky!
Let it float there wide unfurled!
Bear it onward! lift it high!

Mid the homes of want and woe,
Strangers to the living Word,
Let the Saviour’s herald go!
Let the voice of hope be heard!

Where the shadows deepest lie,
Carry truth’s unsullied ray!
Where are crimes of blackest dye,
There the saving sign display!

To the weary and the worn
Tell of realms where sorrows cease!
To the outcast and forlorn
Speak of mercy and of peace!

Guard the helpless! seek the strayed!
Comfort troubles! banish grief!
In the might of God arrayed,
Scatter sin and unbelief!

Be the banner still unfurled,
Still unsheathed the Spirit’s sword,
Till the kingdoms of the world
Are the kingdom of the Lord!

W. Walsham How

Items from the Past with In all my Lord’s appointed ways and How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord

2011-10-20T00:00:00.005-05:00

In all my Lord’s appointed ways
My journey I’ll pursue;
Hinder me not! ye much loved saints,
For I must go with you.

Thro’ floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I’ll follow where He goes;
Hinder me not! shall be my cry,
Tho’ earth and hell oppose.

Thro’ duty, and thro’ trials too,
I’ll go at His command;
Hinder me not! for I am bound
To my Immanuel’s land.

And when my Savior calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
Hinder me not! come, welcome death;
I’ll gladly go with Thee!

John Ryland

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

In every condition-in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad; on the land, on the sea-
“As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply,
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

“E’en down to old age all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

“The soul that on Jesus still leans for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!”

George Keith

Fall Flowers in Tin Vase with I love to sing of Heav’n and I shall not want: in deserts wild

2011-10-19T00:00:00.005-05:00

I love to sing of Heav’n,
Where white-robed angels are;
Where many a friend is gathered safe
From fear, and toil, and care.

I love to think of Heav’n,
Where my Redeemer reigns;
Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,
In endless, joyous strains.

I love to think of Heav’n,
That promised land so fair;
Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be forever there.

Chorus
There’ll be no sorrow there,
There’ll be no sorrow there;
In Heav’n above, where all is love,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

L. Hartsough

I shall not want: in deserts wild
Thou spread’st thy table for thy child;
While grace in streams for thirsting souls,
Through earth and heaven forever rolls.

I shall not want: my darkest night
Thy loving smile shall fill with light;
While promises around me bloom,
And cheer me with divine perfume.

I shall not want: thy righteousness
My soul shall clothe with glorious dress;
My blood-washed robe shall be more fair
Than garments kings or angels wear.

I shall not want: whate’er is good,
Of daily bread or angel’s food,
Shall to my Father’s child be sure,
So long as earth and heaven endure.

Charles F. Deems

White Roses with Work, for the night is coming, and I know not what awaits me,

2011-10-18T00:00:00.004-05:00

Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro’ the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ‘mid springing flow’rs;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.

Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro’ the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give ev’ry flying minute
Something to keep in store:
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is dark’ning,
When man’s work is o’er.

Annie L. Coghill

I know not what awaits me,
God kindly veils mine eyes,
And o’er each step of my onward way
He makes new scenes to rise;
And ev’ry joy He sends me, comes
A sweet and glad surprise.

One step I see before me,
‘Tis all I need to see,
The light of heav’n more brightly shines,
When earth’s illusions flee;
And sweetly through the silence, came
His loving “Follow Me.”

O blissful lack of wisdom,
‘Tis blessed not to know;
He holds me with His own right hand,
And will not let me go,
And lulls my troubled soul to rest
In Him who loves me so.

So on I go not knowing,
I would not if I might;
I’d rather walk in the dark with God
Than go alone in the light;
I’d rather walk by faith with Him
Than go alone by sight.

Chorus:
Where He may lead I’ll follow,
My trust in Him repose;
And ev’ry hour in perfect peace I’ll sing,
He knows, He knows,
And ev’ry hour in perfect peace I’ll sing,
He knows, He knows.

Mary J. Brainard

Poppies and Yellow Iris with Take the world, but give me Jesus,- and Our way is often rugged

2011-10-17T00:00:00.002-05:00

Take the world, but give me Jesus,-
All its joys are but a name;
But His love abideth ever,
Thro’ eternal years the same.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
Sweetest comfort of my soul;
With my Savior watching o’er me,
I can sing tho’ billows roll.

Take the world, but give me Jesus,
Let me view His constant smile.
Then thro’out my pilgrim journey
Light will cheer me all the while.

Take the world, but give me Jesus;
In His cross my trust shall be,
Till, with clearer, brighter vision,
Face to face my Lord I see.

Chorus
Oh, the height and depth of mercy!
Oh, the length and breadth of love!
Oh, the fullness of redemption,
Pledge of endless life above.

Fanny J. Crosby

Our way is often rugged
While here on earth we roam,
And thorns are in the pathway;
But we are going home.

To Marah’s bitter waters
We oft have murm’ring come,
But God the cup has sweetened;
And so we’re going home.

When of the desert weary,
Our God, His grace has shown
By resting us at Elim,
With sweet foretastes of home.

With hunger often fainting,
We’ve made complaining moan;
But, fed by heavenly manna,
We still are going home.

Some stand to-day on Nebo,
The journey nearly done,
And some are in the valley;
But all are going home.

Chorus:
We’re going, going,
Yes, we are going home;
We soon shall cross the river,
And be with Christ at home.

El. Nathan

Colorful Bottles and Yellow Iris with Here I can firmly rest and “A little while!” and He shall come

2011-10-16T00:00:00.003-05:00

Here I can firmly rest;
I dare to boast of this,
That God, the highest and the best,
My Friend and Father is.

Naught have I of my own,
Naught in the life I lead;
What Christ hath given, that alone
I dare in faith to plead.

I rest upon the ground
Of Jesus and his blood;
It is through him that I have found
My soul’s eternal good.

At cost of all I have,
At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet shall save;
I will not turn from him.

His Spirit in me dwells,
O’er all my mind he reigns;
My care and sadness he dispels,
And soothes away my pains.

He prospers day by day
His work within my heart,
Till I have strength and faith to say,
Thou, God, my Father art!

Paul Gerhardt, Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth

“A little while!” and He shall come;
The hour draws on apace,
The blessed hour, the glorious morn,
When we shall see His face:
How light our trials then will seem!
How short our pilgrim way!
Our life on earth a fitful dream,
Dispelled by dawning day!

“A little while!” with patience, Lord,
I fain would ask, “How long?”
For how can I with such a hope
Of glory and of home,
With such a joy awaiting me,
Not wish the hour were come?
How can I keep the longing back,
And how suppress the groan?

Yet peace, my heart! and hush, my tongue!
Be calm, my troubled breast!
Each passing hour is hast’ning on
The everlasting rest:
Thou knowest well-the time thy God
Appoints for thee is best:
The morning star will soon arise;
The glow is in the East.

Chorus:
Then come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
In glory and in light!
Come take Thy longing children home,
And end earth’s weary night!

El. Nathan

Sunflowers in Orange Pottery with Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer and Pray, brethren pray

2011-10-15T00:00:00.012-05:00

(2 SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT VERSIONS)

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
The joys I feel, the bliss I share
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God, my Savior, shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my ev’ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

William W. Walford

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me, at my Father’s throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him, whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
I’ll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home, and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise,
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!

William W. Walford

Pray, brethren pray,
The sands are falling;
Pray, brethren, pray,
God’s voice is calling,
Yon turret strikes the dying chime;
We kneel upon the edge of time.

Praise, brethren, praise,
The skies are rending;
Praise, brethren, praise,
The fight is ending,
Behold! the glory draweth near
The King Himself will soon appear.

Watch, brethren, watch,
The day is dying;
Watch, brethren, watch,
The Time is flying,
Watch as men watch the parting breath,
Watch as men watch for life or death.

Look, brethren, look,
The day is breaking;
Hark, brethren, hark,
The dead are waking,
With girded loins already stand-
Behold! the Bridegroom is at hand.

Refrain
Eternity is drawing nigh,
Eternity, Eternity,
Eternity is drawing nigh.

Horatius Bonar, D.D.

Still Life Before a Still Life Image with Beautiful valley of Eden! and Rock of Ages, cleft for me

2011-10-14T00:00:00.004-05:00

Beautiful valley of Eden!
Sweet is thy noontide calm;
Over the heart of the weary,
Breathing thy waves of balm.

Over the heart of the mourner
Shineth thy golden day,
Wafting the songs of the angels
Down from the far away.

There is the home of my Savior;
There, with the blood-washed throng,
Over the highlands of glory,
Rolleth the great new song.

Refrain
Beautiful valley of Eden,
Home of the pure and blest,
How often amid the wild billows
I dream of thy rest, sweet rest.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee:
For the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flow’d,
Have-of sin the double cure-
Cleans’d me from its guilt and pow’r.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill the law’s demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone-
Thou must save, and Thou alone!

Nothing in my hand to bring,
Simply to Thy cross to cling,
Naked came I, Lord, for dress,
Helpless, looked to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fount did fly-
Thou hast washed me, brought me nigh.

While I draw this fleeting breath-
Though my eyelids close in death-
When I rise to worlds unknown-
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
I am hidden safe in Thee!

A. M. Toplady

Unknown Foliage and Green Containers with I can hear my Savior calling, and Jesus is our Shepherd

2011-10-13T00:00:00.003-05:00

I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
“Take thy cross and follow, follow Me.”

I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the garden,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him thro’ the judgment,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
And go with me, with me all the way.

Refrain
Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

E. W. Blandly

Jesus is our Shepherd,
Wiping ev’ry tear;
Folded in His bosom,
What have we to fear?
Only let us follow
Whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert,
Or the dewy mead.

Jesus is our Shepherd:
Well we know His voice-
How its gentlest whisper
Makes our heart rejoice;
Even when He chideth,
Tender is His tone:
None but He shall guide us;
We are His alone.

Jesus is our Shepherd,
For the sheep He bled;
Ev’ry lamb is sprinkled
With the blood He shed;
Then on each He setteth
His own secret sign,-
“They that have My Spirit,”
“These,” saith He, “are Mine.”

Jesus is our Shepherd;
Guarded by His arm,
Though the wolves may raven,
None can do us harm;
Though we tread death’s valley,
Dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil,-
Victors o’er the tomb.

Hugh Stowell

White Roses and White Cosmos with O Master, let me walk with Thee and We wait for Thee, O Son of God

2011-10-12T00:00:00.002-05:00

O Master, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

Help me the slow of heart to move
By some clear, winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.

Teach me Thy patience! still with Thee
In closer, dearer company,
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong,

In hope that sends a shining ray
Far down the future’s broad’ning way,
In peace that only Thou canst give,
With Thee, O Master, let me live!

Washington Gladden

We wait for Thee, O Son of God,
And long for Thine appearing;
“A little while,” Thou’lt come, O Lord,
Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
In joyful expectation,
For Thou wilt bring salvation.

We wait for Thee, content to share,
In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
Our sin, reproach, denial,
And shall not we receive with Thee
The cup of shame and sorrow,
Until the promised morrow?

We wait for Thee; for Thou, e’en here,
Hast won our heart’s affection;
In spirit still we find Thee near,
Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light, and glory bright,
We soon with joy shall greet Thee,
And in the air shall meet Thee.

We wait for Thee-Thou wilt arise
Whilst hope her watch is keeping;
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim story,
In Thine eternal glory!

P. F. Hiller

Glads and Zinnias with How happy ev’ry child of grace, and He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,

2011-10-11T00:00:00.007-05:00

How happy ev’ry child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiv’n!
“This earth!” he cries, “ is not my place,
I seek a place in Heav’n,-
A country far from mortal sight,
Which yet by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saints’ delight,
The Heav’n prepared for me.”

O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heav’nly pow’rs,
And antedate that day.
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

O would He more of Heav’n bestow,
And let the vessels break,
And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at His grace
Thro’ all eternity!

Charles Wesley

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
And He is strong to save,-
He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
And guides each drifting wave!
Though loud around the vessel’s prow
The waves may toss and break,
Yet at His word they sink to rest,
As on a tranquil lake!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods
When waves of sorrow rise,
And while He holds the bitter cup,
He wipes the tearful eyes!
He knows how long the wilful heart
Requires the chast’ning grief,
And, soon as sorrow’s work is done,
‘Tis He who sends relief!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
As in the days of old,
When o’er the Saviour’s sinless head
The waves and billows rolled!
Yes, all the billows pass’d o’er Him!
Our sins-they bore Him down!
For us He met the crushing storm-
He met th’ Almighty’s frown!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods!
Then doubt and fear no more,
For He who pass’d thro’ all the storms
Has reached the heav’nly shore;
And ev’ry tempest-driven bark,
With Jesus for its Guide,
Will soon be moored in harbor calm,
In glory to abide!

Henry Bennett

with Fall Flowers in Blue Teapot with When you start for the land of heavenly rest and For pilgrims and strangers

2011-10-10T00:00:00.002-05:00

When you start for the land of heavenly rest,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
For He is the Guide and He knows the way best,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

Never mind the storms or trials as you go,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
‘Tis a comfort and joy His favor to know,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

To be safe from the darts of the evil one,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
Take the shield of faith till the victory is won,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

We shall reach our home in Heaven by and by,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
Where to those we love we’ll never say goodbye,
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

Chorus
Keep close to Jesus,
Keep close to Jesus,
Keep close to Jesus all the way;
By day or by night never turn from the right;
Keep close to Jesus all the way.

John Lane

For pilgrims and strangers
Who wearily roam,
‘Mid sorrows and dangers,
There’s no place like home,
Where rest waits-the bosom
Of God-head above--
And yields, in full blossom,
The fragrance of love!

For sons whom a Father
Soon hence, from the gloom,
About Him shall gather,
There’s no place like home,
Where sunshine forever
So beams from God’s face,
His children lack never
The smile of His grace!

For hearts that discover,
Aris’n from the tomb,
Their Lord and their Lover,
There’s no place like home,
Where love’s tender story
Shall reach its floodtide,
When Jesus in glory
Receiveth His bride!

Before us Thou goest,
Blest Saviour, - but come!
Thou knowest, Thou knowest
There’s no place like home!
Our spirits require Thee,
Here panting in pain,--
Our hearts, Lord, desire Thee
As deserts the rain!

F. Allaben

Fall Morning Glories with There is a land our eyes shall see and I could not do without thee

2011-10-09T00:00:00.002-05:00

There is a land our eyes shall see,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Where we shall dwell, dear Lord, with Thee,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

From care and toil we shall be free,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Eternal joy in Heav’n ‘t will be,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

Around the throne we’ll sing His praise,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
Aloud the great hosannas raise,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

We’ll meet the loved ones gone before,
Some sweet day, some sweet day;
To know and greet them as of yore,
Some sweet day, some sweet day.

Chorus
Some sweet day, some sweet day,
We shall dwell in “Glory-Land;”
Some sweet day, some sweet day,
With the ransomed we shall stand.

I. E. Reynolds

I could not do without thee,
O Savior of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness, thy pardon,
Thy sacrifice, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.

I could not do without thee,
I cannot stand alone;
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But thou, beloved Savior,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power,
If leaning hard on thee.

I could not do without thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn silence,
The river must be passed;
But thou wilt never leave me,
And, tho’ the waves run high,
I know thou wilt be near me
And whisper, “It is I.”

Frances Ridley Havergal

Fresh Farm Eggs in a Regal Setting with In the land of fadeless day and Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it,

2011-10-08T00:00:00.004-05:00

In the land of fadeless day
Lies the “city four-square;”
It shall never pass away,
And there is “no night there.”

All the gates of pearl are made
In the “city four-square;”
All the streets with gold are laid,
And there is “no night there.”

And the gates shall never close
To the “city four-square;”
There life’s crystal river flows,
And there is “no night there.”

There they need no sunshine bright,
In the “city four-square;”
For the Lamb is all the light,
And there is “no night there.”

Chorus
God shall “wipe away all tears;”
There’s no death, no pain, nor fears;
And they count not time by years,
For there is “no night there.”

John R. Clements

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed thro’ his infinite mercy,
His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell,
I know that the light of his presence
With me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of him all the day long,
I sing, for I cannot be silent,
His love is the theme of my song.

I know I shall see in his beauty,
The King in whose law I delight,
Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps,
And giveth me songs in the night.

I know there’s a crown that is waiting
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.

Refrain:
Redeemed, redeemed, redeemed by the blood of the Lamb,
Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am.

Fanny J. Crosby

Fall Clouds and Fall Field with Ask what thou wilt, believing heart and “Forever with the Lord!

2011-10-07T00:00:00.001-05:00

Ask what thou wilt, believing heart,
The answering time will come;
Pray and believe-that is thy part,
The answering time will come.

Ask in the name of Christ thy Lord,
The answering time will come;
Rest on the promise of His Word,
The answering time will come.

God’s Word is sure, it cannot fail,
The answering time will come;
The prayer of faith shall yet prevail,
The answering time will come.

God will not mock believing prayer,
The answering time will come;
He knows the burden thou dost bear,
The answering time will come.

Chorus
The answering time will come,
The answering time will come,
Tho’ dark the way, still trust and pray,
The answering time will come.

Mary B. Wingate

“Forever with the Lord!”
Amen, so let it be!...
Life from the dead is in that word,
‘Tis immortality.....

Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.

“Forever with the Lord!”
Father, if ‘tis thy will,
The promise of that faithful word,
E’en here to me fulfill.....

So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the throne,
“Forever with the Lord!”

James Montgomery

Green Dress and Cameo with Take the name of Jesus with you and We shall meet in that land far away,

2011-10-06T00:00:00.002-05:00

Take the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe;
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then, where’er you go.

Take the name of Jesus ever
As a shield from ev’ry snare;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.

O the precious name of Jesus!
How it thrills our souls with joy,
When His loving arms receive us,
And His songs our tongues employ!

At the name of Jesus bowing,
Falling prostrate at His feet,
King of kings in Heav’n we’ll crown Him,
When our journey is complete.

Chorus
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of Heav’n;
Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of Heav’n.

Mrs. Lydia Baxter

We shall meet in that land far away,
When this life and its cares are all o’er;
Where our King in his beauty we’ll see,
And go out from his presence no more.

Our dear Saviour we’ll meet over there,
O what rapture his face to behold!
We shall learn of the depths of his grace,
While eternity’s ages unfold.

Many friends we shall meet over there
Where the Lord hath prepared them a place;
O the joy that awaits you and me
When our loved ones we’ll see face to face.

O how happy we’ll be over there!
Sin and death will forever be past.
And we’ll join in the glad, glad new song,
And we’ll shout: “We are home, home at last!”

Chorus:
In that land, in that land, in that beautiful land,
We shall meet on its bright golden shore.
In that beautiful land, in that far away land,
We shall meet, to be parted no more.

W. R. Cole

Vase Standing on Pillows with “He will guide me with His counsel!” and I have a hope divine, salvation’s joy is mine,

2011-10-05T00:00:00.006-05:00

“He will guide me with His counsel!”
When the shadows cloud my way;
I will bring to Him my trials,
He can turn my night to day.

“He will guide me with His counsel;”
All the way to Him is known;
He will give me strength and wisdom,
For He careth for His own.

“He will guide me with His counsel”-
Wondrous Counselor is He!
Rest my soul, upon His promise
To make known His will to me.

“He will guide me with His counsel”
While I lean upon His arm;
He has promised grace sufficient,
Nothing, therefore, need alarm.

Chorus
“He will guide me with His counsel,”
Till this earthly life shall end;
Then to glory will receive me;
What a Saviour! What a Friend!

Miriam E. Arnold

I have a hope divine, salvation’s joy is mine,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
With sins all washed away, my song shall be for aye,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

The blood once shed for me from guilt has set me free,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
Now through his saving name, eternal life I claim,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

While in this world I roam, I’m on my journey home,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
In realms of light and love my soul shall dwell above,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Where saintly throngs rejoice I’ll sing with grateful voice,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!
Through all eternity my happy song shall be,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Chorus:
Glory to the Lamb whom heavenly hosts adore!
Glory to the Lamb who suffering for us bore!
And now upon his throne he reigns for evermore,
Glory to the Lamb! Glory to the Lamb!

Jennie Wilson

Single Double Daffodil with When the shadows ‘round you gather and “Abba, Father,” we approach Thee

2011-10-04T00:00:00.004-05:00

When the shadows ‘round you gather,
When the day is long and drear,
In the morning, or at midnight,
Your best Friend is always near.

When your courage almost fails you,
When you need a word of cheer,
There is One who will not leave you:
Your best Friend is always near.

When your fondest hopes have perished,
When so freely falls the tear,
He who knows and feels your sorrow-
Your best Friend-is always near.

When the valley of the shadow
You are treading, do not fear;
One there is who will go with you:
Your best Friend is always near.

Refrain
Always near, always near,
Your best Friend is always near;
In your gladness, in your sadness,
Your best Friend is always near.

Isabel C. Allam

“Abba, Father,” we approach Thee
In our Saviour’s precious name:
We, Thy children here assembling,
Now the promised blessing claim.
From our guilt His blood has wash’d us,
“Tis thro’ Him our souls draw nigh;
And Thy Spirit, too, has taught us
“Abba, Father,” thus to cry.

Once as prodigals we wandered,
In our folly, far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery.
Clothed in garments of salvation,
At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the riches of Thy grace.

“Abba, Father,” we adore Thee,
While the hosts in heav’n above
E’en in us now learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love.
Soon before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall proclaim
Abba’s love as shown in Jesus,
And how full is Abba’s name!

James G. Deck

Clear Glass Plate, Quilt and Carnations with There are days so dark that I seek in vain and O could we speak the matchless worth -

2011-10-03T00:00:00.006-05:00

There are days so dark that I seek in vain
For the face of my Friend Divine;
But tho’ darkness hide, He is there to guide
By the touch of His hand on mine.

There are times, when tired of the toilsome road,
That for ways of the world I pine;
But He draws me back to the upward track
By the touch of His hand on mine.

When the way is dim, and I cannot see
Thro’ the mist of His wise design,
How my glad heart yearns and my faith returns
By the touch of His hand on mine.

In the last sad hour, as I stand alone
Where the powers of death combine,
While the dark waves roll He will guide my soul
By the touch of His hand on mine.

Chorus
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,
Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!
There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,
In the touch of His hand on mine.

Jessie Brown Pounds
56 Treasury of Song, 1917
O could we speak the matchless worth -
O could we sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine,
To God and Christ what praise we’d bring!
The song which soon in heav’n will ring,
Extoling grace divine!
Extoling grace divine!

We’d sing the precious blood He split,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt -
From sin and wrath divine!
We’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heav’nly dress
Our souls shall ever shine!
Our souls shall ever shine!

We’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne!
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would through everlasting days
Make all His glories known!
Make all His glories known!

Soon that delightful day will come
When our dear Lord will bring us home
And we shall see His face!
Then with our Saviour, Lord, and Friend,
A blest eternity we’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace!
Triumphant in His grace!

Samuel Medley

Bird's Nest on Ceiling Light with I never fear when night is near and When all Thy mercies, O my God!

2011-10-02T00:00:00.004-05:00

I never fear when night is near
And hard the hill to climb;
Enough for me if I but see
Just one step at a time.

Assured that He will care for me,
I’ll trust His love sublime,
And press along, with sigh, or song,
Just one step at a time.

His way I choose and shall not lose
The path to that fair clime,
For He will show the way to go,
Just one step at a time.

My trusting soul will reach the goal,
And hear the home bells chime,
Tho’ I but see, made bright for me,
Just one step at a time.

Chorus
Just one step at a time,
Just one step at a time;
Enough for me if I but see
Just one step at a time.

James Rowe

When all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
I’m lost in wonder, love and praise.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through ev’ry period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And in eternal glory bright
The precious theme renew.

Through all eternity, to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise:
But oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise!

Joseph Addison

Green Bottles and Purple Flowers with Look all around you, find some one in need, and And art Thou, gracious Master, gone

2011-10-01T00:00:00.006-05:00

Look all around you, find some one in need,
Help somebody today!
Tho’ it be little-a neighborly deed-
Help somebody today!

Many are waiting a kind, loving word,
Help somebody today!
Thou hast a message, O let it be heard,
Help somebody today!

Many have burdens too heavy to bear,
Help somebody today!
Grief is the portion of some ev’rywhere,
Help somebody today!

Some are discouraged and weary in heart,
Help somebody today!
Someone the journey to Heaven should start,
Help somebody today!

Chorus
Help somebody today,
Somebody along life’s way;
Let sorrow be ended,
The friendless befriended,
Oh, help somebody today!

Mrs. Frank A Breck

And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on Thy throne,
And sit forever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.

Should we, to gain the world’s applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,
And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame would fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.

No; let this world cast out our name,
And vile account us if it will;
If to confess our Lord be shame,
Oh, then would we be viler still:
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.

What transports then will fill our heart
When Thou our worthless names wilt own, -
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
And know as we ourselves are known;
And then, from sin and sorrow free,
Find our eternal rest with Thee.

Thomas Kelly

Daffodils and Marbles with Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!” and Father of mercies! In Thy word

2011-09-30T00:00:00.003-05:00

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Kept, by the pow’r of God;
Kept from the world unspotted,
Treading where Jesus trod.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Serving as He shall choose;
“Kept” for the Master’s pleasure;
“Kept” for the Master’s use.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Kept from the world apart;
Lowly in mind and spirit,
Gentle and pure in heart.

Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Oh, to be all His own!
Kept, to be His forever,
Kept, to be His alone!

Chorus
Oh, to be “Kept for Jesus!”
Lord, at Thy feet I fall;
I would be “nothing, nothing, nothing;”
Thou shalt be “all in all.”

Edith G. Cherry

Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.

Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

O may these heavenly pages be
Our ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light.

Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;
Teach us to love thy sacred word,
And view the Saviour there.

Anne Steele

Sunflowers and Oranges with We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way and All that I was, my sin, my guilt

2011-09-29T00:00:00.005-05:00

We are trav’ling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way,
Which the saints and martyrs have before us trod;
In the cross of Christ we glory as we journey day by day,
Pressing onward to the city of our God.

There with Moses and Elias, and with Peter and with Paul,
We’ll recount the triumphs of redeeming grace;
Best of all, we’ll see our Savior, hail and crown Him Lord of all,
And unite His praise to sing thro’ endless days.

We will look back o’er the journey by our heav’nly Father planned,
Knowing that His will was best for you and me;
And the things which here perplex us, which we cannot understand,
In that glorious day of days made plain will be.

Chorus
We will talk it o’er together by and by,
When we reach that holy city, you and I,
How thro’ grace we’ve overcome, and have reached our heav’nly home;
We will talk it o’er together by and by.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all my own;
All that I am I owe to Thee,
My gracious God, alone.

The darkness of my former state,
The bondage, all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty, is Thine.

Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
It taught me to believe;
Then in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live.

All that I am, e’en here on earth,
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,
I owe, it Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Horatius Bonar

Depression Glass with Yellow Roses with We shall reach the summer-land and

2011-09-28T00:00:00.008-05:00

We shall reach the summer-land,
Some sweet day, by and by;
We shall press the golden strand,
Some sweet day, by and by;
Oh, the loved ones watching there,
By the tree of life so fair,
Till we come their joy to share,
Some sweet day, by and by.

At the crystal river’s brink,
Some sweet day, by and by,
We shall find each broken link,
Some sweet day, by and by;
Then the star that, fading here,
Left our hearts and homes so drear,
We shall see more bright and clear,
Some sweet day, by and by.

Oh, these parting scenes will end,
Some sweet day, by and by;
We shall gather friend with friend,
Some sweet day, by and by;
There before our Father’s throne,
When the mists and clouds have flown,
We shall know as we are known
Some sweet day, by and by.

Chorus
By and by,
Some sweet day,
We shall meet our loved ones gone,
Some sweet day, by and by.

Fanny J. Crosby

Jesus, engrave it on my heart,
That thou the one thing needful art;
I could from all things parted be,
But never, never, Lord, from thee.

Needful art thou to make me live;
Needful art thou all grace to give;
Needful to guide me, lest I stray;
Needful to help me every day.

Needful is thy most precious blood;
Needful is thy correcting rod;
Needful is thy indulgent care;
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer.

Needful thy presence, dearest Lord,
True peace and comfort to afford;
Needful thy promise, to impart
Fresh life and vigour to my heart.

Needful art thou to be my stay
Through all life’s dark and thorny way;
Nor less in death thou’lt needful be,
When I yield up my soul to thee.

Needful art thou to raise my dust,
In shining glory with the just;
Needful when I in heaven appear,
To crown and to present me there.

Samuel Medley

Fall items with Just a little longer to work for Jesus and Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?

2011-09-27T00:00:00.008-05:00

Just a little longer to work for Jesus,
Days for earthly toil are short and few;
Just a little longer to fight life’s battles,
And to prove thyself a soldier brave and true.

Just a little longer the seed to scatter
Out upon the harvest-fields so wide;
Just a little longer the sheaves to gather,
Coming with rejoicing at the eventide.

Just a little longer to lift the fallen,
Precious, never dying souls to save;
Just a little longer to tell the story,
And to speed the message o’er the ocean wave.

Chorus
Just a little longer, just a little longer,
O my soul, be patient, to the end endure;
Just a little longer the cross to bear,
Then a long eternity the crown to wear.

Mrs. C. H. Morris
Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love!
Thou one with us on Calvary,
We are one with Thee above.

Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down,
With us of flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery, one.

Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy members free.

Ascended now, in glory bright,
Still one with us Thou art;
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height
Thy saints and Thee can part.

O teach us, Lord, to know and own
This wondrous mystery,
That Thou with us art truly one,
And we are one with Thee.

Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display,
That Thou with us art one.

Rev. James G. Deck

Marbles, Daffodils and Tine Vase with When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest and “Till He come,” O let the words

2011-09-26T00:00:00.003-05:00

When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest
‘Mid the sainted spirits, safe on Jesus’ breast;
All our trials over, we shall gladly sing,
Grave! where is thy vict’ry? Death! where is thy sting?

Earth hath many sorrows, but they cannot last,
And our greatest troubles quickly will be past;
If we look to Jesus, He will give us strength;
By His grace we shall be conquerors at length.

When the storm is over, sweet will be the calm;
After life’s long battle, bright the victor’s palm;
And the cross of anguish which now weighs us down,
We’ll exchange in Heaven for a shining crown.

Chorus
Tho’ the dark waves roll high, we will be undismayed;
“Let us pass over the river,
And rest under the shade, rest under the shade,
Rest under the shade of the trees.”

Kate Cameron

“Till He come,” O let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the “little while” between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heav’n and home
Lie beyond that “Till He come.”

When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush, be every murmur dumb;
It is only, “Till He come.”

See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread,-
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board,
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only, “Till He come!”

Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth

Daylilies with When the day is dark and lonely and I’m waiting for Thee, Lord

2011-09-25T00:00:00.005-05:00

When the day is dark and lonely,
Don’t forget to pray;
Prayer will make your pathway brighter,
Drive the clouds away.
For your loving heav’nly Father
Listens when you call,
And in mercy, He will answer,
Trust Him for it all.

When the sun is brightly shining,
Don’t forget to pray;
Let the Savior share your gladness,
On your pilgrim way;
For He longs to walk beside you,
Your most trusted Friend,
And abide thro’ storm and sunshine
To your journey’s end.

O the bliss this wondrous friendship
Will your soul afford,
Dwelling thus in close communion
With your loving Lord;
Till in Heav’n you shall behold Him,
See Him face to face,
And thro’out eternal ages
Praise Him for His grace.

Chorus
Tell Him all your sorrows,
He will turn your night to day,
“In the secret of His presence,”
Don’t forget to pray.

Miriam E. Arnold

I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I’m waiting for Thee- for Thy coming again.
Thou’rt gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.

‘Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I’m oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of Thy coming again.
‘Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair at Thy coming again.

Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord,
Oh, hasten the day of Thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest at Thy coming again.

E’en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me like Thy coming again.

Hannah K. Burlingham

Fun with Shapes with Do you often weary and discouraged grow and O God, our help in ages past

2011-09-24T00:00:00.005-05:00

Do you often weary and discouraged grow
With the burdens you are called to bear?
Do you sometimes long deliverance to know
From the sorrows and the heartaches here?

Does the journey oft seem wearisome and long
Ere at last you reach the shining goal?
Do you sometimes long to join the blood-washed throng
In the blessed homeland of the soul?

Just a few more toiling days for you and me,
Till our life’s work here on earth be done;
Crowded full of willing service let them be,
Till we hear the Master’s blest “Well done.”

Chorus
By and by around the throne we’ll sing
Endless praises to our Lord and King,
Who in mercy sought us,
And thro’ grace has bro’t us
To our Father’s home on high.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

Under the shadow of thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our eternal home!

Isaac Watts

Oranges and Green Glassware with Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother and The Saviour lives, no more to die

2011-09-23T00:00:00.006-05:00

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the morning bright and fair?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the heat of the noonday’s glare?

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
In the still and solemn night?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
For a harvest pure and white?

Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
All along the fertile way?
Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother,
That will come at the last great day?

Chorus
For the harvest-time is coming on,
And the reapers’ work will soon be done;
Will your sheaves be many? will you garner any,
For the gath’ring at the harvest home?

Fred A. Fillmore

The Saviour lives, no more to die;
He lives, our Head, enthron’d on high;
He lives, triumphant o’er the grave;
He lives eternally to save.

The chief of sinners He receives,
His saints He loves and never leaves;
He’ll guard us safe from ev’ry ill,
And all His promises fulfil.

Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord:
And prove what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Our doubts and fears forever gone,
For Christ is on the Father’s throne.

Samuel Medley

Hat and Handerchief on Antique Bricks with I am fully trusting Jesus and Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him

2011-09-22T00:00:00.005-05:00

I am fully trusting Jesus,
Even when the sky is dark;
When the rays of light are hidden,
Then his love is in my heart.

I am fully trusting Jesus,
For his promise I have tried;
He’s my Paraclete and guardian,
Ever walking by my side.

Tho’ he may not lead me always
Into paths where I would go,
Yet I’ll trust his love and wisdom,
Follow on, his will to know.

Chorus
Trust in his name, he is the same;
Ever the same, ever the same;
Trust in his merits, believe on his name,
He’s always the same.

Melvin J. Hill.

Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him;
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

Jesus is the name that charms us;
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us,
When we trust in Him.

Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever;
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.

Keep us, Lord, oh, keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys in heaven.

Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be;
Things which are not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own.

T. Kelly

Peonies and Asparagus with O brother, on life’s rugged pathway and I have heard of a land far away

2011-09-21T00:00:00.002-05:00

O brother, on life’s rugged pathway,
Oft tempted to faint and despair,
Remember our Father in heaven
Will ever give heed to your pray’r.

The load may press hard that he gives you,
But strength he will give you to bear;
And ere you shall faint ‘neath the burden,
Remember the Hearer of pray’r.

Life’s sorrows may thickly surround you,
Your heart may be weary with care;
But comfort and help all sufficient
Are found in the Hearer of pray’r.

The way thro’ the valley and shadow
Leads on to a home bright and fair,
One only can lighten this darkness,
And he is the Hearer of pray’r.

Keep close to his side as you journey,
Trust ever his love and his care,
For nothing of evil can harm you
While close to the Hearer of pray’r.

Chorus
He heareth your cry, all your need he’ll supply;
His arms everlasting will surely upbear;
Your courage renew, he careth for you,
And he will both hear you and answer your pray’r.

Geo. O. Webster

I have heard of a land far away,
And its glories no tongue can declare;
But its beauty hangs over the way,
And with Jesus I long to be there.

There are foretastes of heaven below,
There are moments like joys of the blest;
But the splendors no mortal can know,
Of the land where the weary shall rest.

In that noontide of glory so fair,
In the gleam of the river of life,
There are joys that the faithful shall share;
O how sweetly they rest from the strife!

There the ransomed with Jesus abide
In the shade of the sheltering fold;
Evermore by Immanuel’s side,
They shall dwell in the glory untold.

chorus:
To be there, to be there,
And with Jesus I long to be there;
To be there, to be there,
And with Jesus I long to be there.

Rev. W. O. Cushing

Grazing Sheep with Does the world look dark and dreary? and We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died

2011-09-20T00:00:00.004-05:00

Does the world look dark and dreary?
Are your trials more and more?
Have your feet grown tired and weary?
Does the tempest round you roar?

Do you sometimes think, most sadly,
There is none your grief to share?
Just remember, Jesus, gladly,
Ev’ry burden waits to bear.

Pray’r will lift you nearer heaven,
Into sunshine, pure and sweet;
Darkest clouds will soon be riven,
Soon be underneath your feet.

God is wise, and, if delaying
Answer to your pray’r for aid,
You must trust him; keep on praying,
Help will come; be not dismayed.

Chorus
Keep on praying, keep on praying,
Tho’ the storm be raging wild;
Soon you’ll hear a sweet voice saying:
“Peace to you, my troubled child.”

Mrs. H. B. Spoor

We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died,
That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried,
But firmly endured as a rock.

When blood from a victim must flow,
This Shepherd by pity was led
To stand between us and the foe,
And willingly died in our stead.

Our song, then, forever shall be,
The Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject’s so glorious as He,
No theme so affecting to us.

Of Him and His love will we sing,
His praises our tongues shall employ,
Till heavenly anthems we bring
In yonder bright regions of joy.

Thomas Kelly

Sleeping Cat with Weary pilgrim on life’s pathway and Shepherd of Israel, keeping Thy sheep-

2011-09-19T00:00:00.004-05:00

Weary pilgrim on life’s pathway,
Struggling on beneath thy load;
Hear these words of consolation,
“Cast thy burden on the Lord.”

Are thy tired feet unsteady?
Does thy lamp no light afford?
Is thy cross too great and heavy?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Are the ties of friendship sever’d?
Hush’d the voices fondly heard?
Breaks thy heart with weight of anguish?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Does thy heart with faintness falter?
Does thy mind forget his word?
Does thy strength succumb to weakness?
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

He will hold thee up from falling,
He will guide thy steps aright;
He will strengthen each endeavor;
He will keep thee by his might.

Chorus
Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Cast thy burden on the Lord,
And he will strengthen thee, sustain and comfort thee;
Cast thy burden on the Lord.

Wm. J. Kirkpatrick

Shepherd of Israel, keeping Thy sheep-
Never forgetting in slumber or sleep;
Folding them gently when night cometh on,
Going before them at break of the dawn!

Shepherd of Israel, true to Thine own
When the false hireling servant hath flown;
Laying Thy life down their pardon to win,
Shedding Thy blood to redeem them from sin!

Shepherd of Israel! strong is Thine arm,
Shielding Thy flock from each threatening harm;
Gath’ring the lambs as they falter and fall,
Safe in Thy bosom enfolding them all!

Shepherd of Israel, soon to appear,
Soon to deliver Thy “little flock” here!
Just to behold Thee their richest reward-
Shepherd of Israel, Jesus, their Lord!

Chorus: Shepherd of Israel! Shepherd of love!
Watching Thy flock from the glory above!
Knowing how weary their wilderness way;
Praying for them-ever living to pray!

A. A. P.

Prairie Fire with Bow’d beneath your burden, is there none to share? and I journey thro’ a desert, drear and wild

2011-09-18T00:00:00.005-05:00

Bow’d beneath your burden, is there none to share?
Weary with the journey, is there none to care?
Courage, wayworn trav’ler, heed your Lord’s commands,
There’s a tho’t to cheer you, Jesus understands.

Ev’ry heavy burden he will gladly share,
Are you sad and weary? Jesus has a care;
Well he knows the pathway o’er life’s burning sands,
Courage, fainting pilgrim, Jesus understands.

Tho’ temptation meet you, Jesus can sustain,
Life has vexing problems which he can explain;
Serve him where he sends you though in distant lands,
Do not doubt or question, Jesus understands.

Weary heart, he calls you, “Come to me and rest,”
Does the path grow rugged? yet his way is best;
Leave the unknown future in the Master’s hands,
Whether sad or joyful, Jesus understands.

Chorus
Yes, he understands,
All his ways are best.
Hear, he calls to you, “Come to me and rest.”
Leave the unknown future in the Master’s hand,
Whether sad or joyful, Jesus understands.

Birdie Bell
I journey thro’ a desert, drear and wild,
Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled-
Of Him on Whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay-
I can forget the sorrows of the way.

Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears-
The tale of love unfolded in those years
Of sinless suff’ring, and patient grace-
I love again, and yet again, to trace.

Thoughts of His glory! on the Cross I gaze,
And there behold its sad yet healing rays-
Beacon of hope which, lifted up on high,
Illumes with heav’nly light the tear-dimmed eye!

Thoughts of His coming! for that joyful day
In patient hope I watch and wait and pray:
The dawn draws nigh! the midnight shadows flee!
O what a sunrise will that Advent be!

Thus while I journey on my Lord to meet,
My thoughts and meditations are so sweet-
Of Him on Whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay-
I can forget the sorrows of the way!

Jane Deck

White Cosmos and Blue Vases with In the burden and heat of the wearisome day and ‘Tis now in part I know his grace

2011-09-17T00:00:00.004-05:00

In the burden and heat of the wearisome day,
Ye are toiling ye children of men;
But the work will be done at the setting of sun,
And the Master will come for you then.

In the hour of your sorrow, in sickness and pain,
Look above where the light shineth clear;
There are songs in the night for the children of light,
For the loving Redeemer is near.

When the struggle is hard and the way seemeth long,
And the loneliness bitter to bear;
Ever close to your side is your Saviour and guide,
At the end of the road it is fair.

And the end of the road, at the portals of light,
You will learn why the way was so long;
If the joy of the Lord shall be then your reward,
Let him now be your strength and your song.

Chorus
O be glad as you labor and time weareth on,
For the word of the Master is peace,
In the joy of your Lord
Shall be endless reward, and the toil and the tumult shall cease.

Julia H. Johnston

‘Tis now in part I know his grace;
I catch sweet glimpses of his face,
But in that better world of his
I shall behold him as he is.

‘Tis now in part I know his love;
Bright sunbeams shine from skies above;
But glories more exceeding far
Shall rise beyond life’s evening star.

‘Tis now in part I understand
The leadings of my Father’s hand;
But I shall own his ways were right,
When welcomed to his home of light.

‘Tis now in part, but O how sweet
To rest by faith at his dear feet;
Though now we see as through a glass,
The veil will lift, the shadows pass.

Chorus:
Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne;
Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne.

E. E. Hewitt