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

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