Fog and When the mists have rolled in splendor

When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight fall in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.

Oft we tread the path before us
With a weary burden’d heart;
Oft we toil amidst the shadows,
And our fields are far apart:
But the Savior’s “Come, ye blessed”
All our labor will repay,
When we gather in the morning
Where the mists have rolled away.

We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne;
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known:
And the song of our redemption,
Shall resound th’ endless day,
When the shadows have departed,
And the mists have rolled away.

Chorus:
We shall know as we are known,
Nevermore to walk alone,
In the dawning of the morning
Of that bright and happy day:
We shall know each other better,
When the mists have rolled away.

Annie Herbert

Fresh Corn, Zinnias, and Jesus, and shall it ever be

Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days?

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beam of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

Joseph Grigg

Roses, Grapes and All hail the power of Jesus’ name!

All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all;
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

E. Perronet

White, Yellow and Ask ye what great thing I know

Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

What is faith’s foundation strong!
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God,
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Who defeats my fiercest foes?
Who consoles my saddest woes?
Who revives my fainting heart,
Healing all its hidden smart?
Jesus, Christ, the Crucified.

Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on His right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in Him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Johann Schwedler Translated by Benjamin Kennedy

JANUARY 12, 2010:

I originally incorrectly posted a Rev. J. S. B. Monsell as
being the author of the above poem.

Please read the following comment by Robert. I'm truly
sorry for misleading any individuals who have read the above
poem. The hymnal I used as a reference was wrong.

My Mother's Mirror, Peonies and All praise to Him who reigns above

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

Second Hand Roses and God moves in a mysterious way

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

Irises and Poppies and then Our way is often rugged

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