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
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
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