My Cat with O’er the distant mountains breaking and I look to Thee in every need

  O’er the distant mountains breaking,
  Comes the reddening dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
  Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray:
    ‘Tis thy Saviour,
  On his bright returning way.

  O thou long-expected, weary
  Waits my anxious soul for thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
  Where thy light I do not see:
    O my Saviour,
  When wilt thou return to me?

  Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
  Far away from thee I pine;
When, O when, shall I the gladness
  Of thy Spirit feel in mine?
    O my Saviour,
  When shall I be wholly thine?

  Nearer is my soul’s salvation,
  Spent the night, the day at hand;
Keep me in my lowly station,
  Watching for thee, till I stand,
    O my Saviour,
  In thy bright and promised land.

  With my lamp well trimmed and burning,
  Swift to hear, and slow to roam,
Watching for thy glad returning
  To restore me to my home;
    Come, my Saviour,
  O my Saviour, quickly come!

John S. B. Monsell
I look to Thee in every need,
  And never look in vain;
I feel Thy strong and tender love,
  And all is well again:
The thought of Thee is mightier far
  Than sin, and pain, and sorrow are.

Discouraged in the work of life,
  Disheartened by its load,
Shamed by its failures or its fears,
  I sink beside the road;
But let me only think of Thee,
  And then new heart springs up in me.
 
Thy calmness bends serene above,
  My restlessness to still;
Around me flows Thy quickening life,
  To nerve my faltering will:
Thy presence fills my solitude;
  Thy providence turns all to good.

Embosomed deep in Thy dear love,
  Held in Thy law, I stand;
Thy hand in all things I behold,
  And all things in Thy hand;
Thou leadest me by unsought ways,
  And turn’st my mourning into praise. Amen

Samuel Longfellow

Morning Glories, Chicory, and Butterfly with Look for the beautiful, look for the true and Have faith in God, what can there be

Sunshine and shadow are all around you;
Looking at evil we grope in the night,
Looking at Jesus we walk in the light,
Look for the beautiful, honor the right.

Think of the beautiful, think of the true,
Tho’ts like an avalanche sweep over you;
Keep not the multitude, sort them with care,
Testing by purity, purging by pray’r;
Think of the beautiful, think of the fair.

Talk of the beautiful, talk of the true;
Tongues full of poison are whisp’ring to you;
Answer them not with a talebearing word,
Only in blessing the voice should be heard;
Talk of the beautiful, talk of thy Lord.

Live for the beautiful, live for the true,
Lifting the fallen as Christ lifted you;
Search for the jewels imbedded in sin,
Bring them to Jesus, His blood washes clean;
Live for the beautiful, keep love within.

F. E. Belden
Have faith in God; what can there be
For Him too hard to do for thee?
He gave His Son; now all is free;
Have faith, have faith in God.

Have faith thy pardon to believe,
Let God’s own word thy fears relieve;
Have faith the Spirit to receive;
Have faith, have faith in God.

Have faith in God, and trust His might
That He will conquer as you fight,
And give the triumph to the right;
Have faith, have faith in God.

Have faith in God; press near His side;
Thy troubled soul trust Him to guide;
In life, in death, whate’er betide,
Have faith, have faith in God.

El. Nathan

A Grandmother's Bible with Jesus, Savior, pilot me and Cling to the Bible, tho’ all else be taken

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey Thy will,
When Thou say’st to them “Be still!”
Wond’rous Sov’reign of the Sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
‘Twixt me and my peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee.”

Rev. Edward Hopper


Cling to the Bible, tho’ all else be taken;
Lose not its promises precious and sure;
Souls that are sleeping its echoes awaken,
Drink from the fountain, so peaceful, so pure.

Cling to the Bible, this jewel, this treasure
Brings to us honor and saves fallen man;
Pearl whose great value no mortal can measure,
Seek and secure it, O soul, while you can.

Lamp for the feet that in by-ways have wander’d,
Guide for the youth that would otherwise fall;
Hope for the sinner whose best days are squander’d,
Staff for the aged, and best book of all.

Chorus
Cling to the Bible!
Cling to the Bible!
Cling to the Bible,
Our Lamp and Guide.

M. J. Smith

Dried Flowers and Book with When I a ransomed sinner see and Children of the heavenly King

When I a ransomed sinner see,
Redeemed from death, from sin set free,
It causes no surprise to me,-
It’s just like my Savior.

When all pollution’s washed away,
And I am kept from day to day,
My throbbing heart with joy can say,
It’s just like my Savior.

While bowing at the mercy-seat,
He comes my waiting soul to greet,
And our communion is so sweet,-
It’s just like my Savior.

And when my hour shall come to die,
His holy angels from the sky
Will bear me to my home on high,-
It’s just like my Savior.

Chorus
Oh, Jesus is a friend so true!
There’s naught too hard for Him to do;
He purchased life for me and you,-
It’s just like my Savior.

Rev. H. J. ZelleyChildren of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.

We are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Shout, ye little flock and blest;
Ye on Jesus’ throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.

Rev. John Cennick

Candles with Unanswered yet? The pray’r your lips have pleaded and The shadows of the evening hours

Unanswered yet?  The pray’r your lips have pleaded
In agony of heart these many years?
Does faith begin to fail, is hope departing,
And think you all in vain those falling tears?
Say not the Father hath not heard your pray’r;
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere,
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet?  Tho’ when you first presented
This one petition at the Father’s throne,
It seemed you could not wait the time of asking,
So urgent was your heart to make it known.
Tho’ years have passed since then, do not despair;
The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere,
The Lord will answer you, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered, yet?  Nay, do not say ungranted;
Perhaps your part is not yet wholly done;
The work began when first your pray’r was uttered,
And God will finish what He has begun.
If you will keep the incense burning there,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet?  Faith cannot be unanswered;
Her feet were firmly planted on the Rock;
Amid the wildest storm pray’r stands undaunted,
Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock;
She knows Omnipotence has heard her pray’r,
And cries, “It shall be done, sometime, somewhere,”
And cries, “It shall be done, sometime, somewhere.”

Mrs. Ophelia G. AdamsThe shadows of the evening hours
  Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers
  The dews of evening lie.
Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven,
  We kneel at close of day;
Look on Thy children from on high,
  And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord,
  O do not Thou despise,
But let the incense of our prayers
  Before Thy mercy rise.
The brightness of the coming night
  Upon the darkness rolls;
With hopes of future glory chase
  The shadows on our souls.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade:
  So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,
  That one by one depart.
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,
  Within the heavens shine:
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven,
  And trust in things divine.

Let peace, O Lord, Thy peace, O God,
  Upon our souls descend;
From midnight fears and perils,
  Thou our trembling hearts defend.
Give us a respite from our toil;
  Calm and subdue our woes;
Through the long day we labour, Lord,
  O give us now repose. Amen

Adelaide A. Procter

Bursting with Color with By Thy birth, and by Thy tears and To-day Thy mercy calls me

By Thy birth, and by Thy tears;
By Thy human griefs and fears;
By Thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter’s pow’r,-

By the tenderness that wept
O’er the grave where Laz’rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow’d
Over Salem’s lost abode,-

By Thy lonely hour of pray’r;
By the fearful conflict there;
By Thy cross and dying cries;
By Thy one great sacrifice,-

By Thy triumph o’er the grave;
By Thy pow’r the lost to save;
By Thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all Thine own,-

Chorus
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me or I die;
Savior, look with pitying eye;
Savior, help me, or I die.

Robert GrantTo-day Thy mercy calls me
  To wash away my sin;
However great my trespass,
  Whate’er I may have been,
However long from mercy
  I may have turned away,
Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me,
  And make me white to-day.

To-day Thy gate is open,
  And all who enter in
Shall find a Father’s welcome,
  And pardon for their sin;
The past shall be forgotten,
  A present joy be given,
A future grace be promised,
  A glorious crown in heaven.

To-day the Father calls me,
  The Holy Spirit waits,
The blessed angels gather
  Around the heavenly gates:
No question will be asked me,
  How often I have come;
Although I oft have wandered,
  It is my Father’s home.

O all-embracing mercy,
  Thou ever-open door,
What shall I do without thee
  When heart and eyes run o’er?
When all things seem against me,
  To drive me to despair,
I know one gate is open,
  One ear will hear my prayer.

Oswald Allen

Love Those Peonies with He will not forsake you and You’re longing to work for the Master

He will not forsake you
Whose glories shine afar;
He who feeds the raven,
And numbers ev’ry star,
Will not let His children
One hour forgotten be;
Trust the heav’nly Father,
Trust Him who cares for thee.

He will not forsake you,
The children of the King,
Made in His own likeness,
His saving grace to sing;
Bought with blood so precious,
Redeemed at such a cost,
He will not forget you,
His word cannot be lost.

He will not forsake you;
Oh let the message ring,
Bright or stormy weather
‘Twill hope and gladness bring;
Let us sweetly trust Him,
Rejoicing in His love,
Till we better praise Him
In that bright home above.

Chorus
Trust Him, trust Him,
Whatever may betide;
He who clothes the lilies
Is ever at your side;
Trust Him, trust Him
Whose glories shine afar;
He will not forsake you
Who numbers ev’ry star.

E. E. Hewitt

You’re longing to work for the Master,
Yet waiting for something to do;
You fancy the future is holding
Some wonderful mission for you;
But while you are waiting the moments
Are rapidly passing away;
O brother, awake from your dreaming,
Do something for Jesus today.

Go rescue that wandering brother
Who sinks ‘neath his burden of woe;
A single kind action may save him,
If love and compassion you show;
Don’t shrink from the vilest about you,
If you can but lead them from sin;
For this is the grandest of missions,-
Lost souls for the Master to win.

Go sing happy songs of rejoicing
With those who no sorrows have known;
Go weep with the heart-broken mourner,
Go comfort the sad and the lone;
From pitfalls and snares of the tempter
Go rescue the thoughtless and wild:
Go win from pale lips a “God bless you,”
Go brighten the life of a child.

O never, my brother, stand waiting,
Be willing to do what you can;
The humblest service is needed,
To fill out the Father’s great plan;
Be earning your stars of rejoicing
While earth life is passing away;
Win some one to meet you in glory,-
Do something for Jesus today.

Chorus
Do something, do something,
Do something for Jesus today;
O brother, the moments are passing,
Do something for Jesus today.

Lanta Wilson Smith