Single Blossom and Soldiers who to Christ belong

Soldiers who to Christ belong,
Trust ye in his word, be strong;
For his promises are sure,
His rewards for aye endure.

His no crowns that pass away;
His no palm that sees decay;
His the joy that shall not fade:
His the light that knows no shade:

His the home for spirits blest,
Where he gives them peaceful rest,
Far above the starry skies,
In the bliss of Paradise.

Here on earth ye can but clasp
Things that perish in the grasp;
Lift your hearts then to the skies:
God himself shall be your prize.

Praise we now with saints at rest
Father, Son, and Spirit Blest;
For his promises are sure,
His rewards shall aye endure.

Tr. I. Williams

Crabapple Blossoms and The Lord our God is King

The Lord our God is King;
His rule, his name is love:
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
And heav’n respond above!

His counsels he may keep
Hidden from mortal sight;
His ends may be a soundless deep;
But all he wills is right.

Never shall wrong prevail,
Whate’er his foes may do:
His word is given, and shall not fail;
For all he saith is true.

Dread storms may mark his path;
Darkness may o’er it brood;
The round world shake as with his wrath;
But all he doth is good.

Then sing, the Lord is King;
Sing, for his name is Love;
Let earth with hallelujahs ring,
And heaven respond above!

C. F. Root

Blue Blossoms and Fight the good fight with all thy might

Fight the good fight with all thy might,
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide;
His boundless mercy will provide;
Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love.

Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

John S. B. Monsell, 1863, alt.

Dried Flowers, Book and Children of the heavenly King

Children 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

Wedding Bouquet and I have a Friend so precious

I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with a tender love,
He loves so faithfully,
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh,
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love,
In ever rich supply,
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.

I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try;
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
A loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die;
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.

Mrs. L. Shorey

Tin, Flowers and ACCORDING to Thy gracious word

ACCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
I must remember Thee;

Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me:
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

James Montgomery

Spring Arrangement and Golden harps are sounding,

Golden harps are sounding,
Angel voices ringing,
Pearly gates are opened,
Opened for the King:
Christ the King of Glory,
Jesus, King of love,
Is gone up in triumph
To His throne above.

He who came to save us,
He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory
At His Father’s side.
Never more to suffer,
Never more to die,
Jesus, King of Glory,
Is gone up on high.

Praying for His children
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you;
Jesus ever liveth,
Ever loveth too.

Refrain:
All His work is ended,
Joyfully we sing;
Jesus hath ascended:
Glory to our King!

Frances R. Havergal