Depression Glass with Yellow Roses with We shall reach the summer-land and

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