Struggling no More with When heavy grows my load of care and There is a fold whence none can stray,

When heavy grows my load of care,
Or when in sorrow or despair
I need a friend my woe to share,
I always go to Jesus.

When darkness hides the path I take,
And life’s wild storms upon me break;
When earthly friends, I lov’d, forsake,
I always go to Jesus.

When enemies their strength display,
And strive to cause my soul to stray,
From life and light, without delay
I always go to Jesus.

When worn, and weary, and depress’d,
My trusting spirit sighs for rest,
To lay my head upon his breast,
I always go to Jesus.

Chorus
I always go to Jesus,
The loving, faithful Jesus;
To him alone my wants are known;
I always go to Jesus.

James Rowe
There is a fold whence none can stray,
  And pastures ever green,
Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
  Or night is never seen.

Far up the everlasting hills,
  In God’s own light it lies;
His smile its vast dimension fills
  With joy that never dies.

Soon at his feet my soul will lie
  In life’s last struggling breath;
But I shall only seem to die,-
  I shall not taste of death.

Far from this guilty world to be,
  Exempt from toil and strife,
To spend eternity with thee,
  My Saviour, this is life.

John East

White Cosmos and Blue Vases with In the burden and heat of the wearisome day and ‘Tis now in part I know his grace

In the burden and heat of the wearisome day,
Ye are toiling ye children of men;
But the work will be done at the setting of sun,
And the Master will come for you then.

In the hour of your sorrow, in sickness and pain,
Look above where the light shineth clear;
There are songs in the night for the children of light,
For the loving Redeemer is near.

When the struggle is hard and the way seemeth long,
And the loneliness bitter to bear;
Ever close to your side is your Saviour and guide
At the end of the road it is fair.

And  the end of the road, at the portals of light,
You will learn why the way was so long;
If the joy of the Lord shall be then your reward,
Let him now be your strength and your song.

Chorus
O be glad as you labor and time weareth on,
For the word of the Master is peace,
In the joy of your Lord
Shall be endless reward, and the toil and the tumult shall cease.

Julia H. Johnston
‘Tis now in part I know his grace;
I catch sweet glimpses of his face,
But in that better world of his
I shall behold him as he is.

‘Tis now in part I know his love;
Bright sunbeams shine from skies above;
But glories more exceeding far
Shall rise beyond life’s evening star.

‘Tis now in part I understand
The leadings of my Father’s hand;
But I shall own his ways were right,
When welcomed to his home of light.

‘Tis now in part, but O how sweet
To rest by faith at his dear feet;
Though now we see as through a glass,
The veil will lift, the shadows pass.

Chorus
Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne;
Then shall I know as I am known,
And sing his praise before the throne.

E. E. Hewitt

Antique Teapot and Cosmos with The hand that was nail’d to the cross of woe and Rise, my soul, behold, ‘tis Jesus

The hand that was nail’d to the cross of woe,
In love reaches down to the world below;
‘Tis beckoning now to the souls that roam,
And pointing the way to the heav’nly home.

E’en now I can see, thro’ a mist of tears,
That hand still outstretch’d o’er the gulf of years,
With healing and hope for my sin-sick soul,-
One touch of its finger will make me whole!

The hand that wrought wonders in days of old,
Holds treasure more precious than gems of gold,
The price of redemption from sin and shame,
The gift of salvation thro’ Jesus’ name.

Chorus
The hand of my Saviour I see...
The hand that was wounded for me;
‘Twill lead me in love to the mansions above,
The hand that was wounded for me!

Hattie H. Pierson
Rise, my soul, behold, ‘tis Jesus!
  Jesus fills thy wond’ring eyes!
See Him now in glory seated,
  Where thy sins no more can rise.

There in righteousness transcendent,
  Lo, He doth in heav’n appear,-
Shows the blood of His atonement
  As thy title to be there!

All thy sins were laid upon Him,-
  Jesus bore them on the tree:
God, who knew them, laid them on Him,
  And, believing, thou art free.

God now brings thee to His dwelling,
  Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome, ever telling
  What a portion there is thine.

Blessed, glorious word, “forever”-
  Yea, “forever” is the word!
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
  Naught divide them from the Lord.

J. Denham Smith

Mixed Flowers and Tin Vase with Never be sad or desponding and The glory shines before me

Never be sad or desponding
If thou hast faith to believe;
Grace, for the duties before thee,
Ask of thy God and receive.

What if thy burdens oppress thee;
What tho’ thy life may be drear;
Look on the side that is brightest;
Pray, and thy path will be clear.

Never be sad or desponding,
There is a morrow for thee;
Soon thou shalt dwell in its brightness,
There with the Lord thou shalt be.

Chorus
Never give up,
Never give up,
Never give up to thy sorrows,
Jesus will bid them depart;
Trust in the Lord,
Trust in the Lord,
Sing when your trials are greatest,
Trust in the Lord and take heart.

Fanny J. Crosby
The glory shines before me!
  I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken o’er me,
  My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren desert
  A little while I roam,-
The glory shines before me;
  I am not far from home!

Beyond the storms I’m going,
  Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the flood’s o’erflowing,
  Beyond the changing years;
I’m going to the homeland,
  By faith long since possessed,-
The glory shines before me,
  For this is not my rest!

The Lamb is there the glory!
  The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
  And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calls me,
  My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me:
  The prize will soon be won!

The glory shines before me!
  I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is o’er me,
  His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constrains me,
  His blood has washed me white;
Where Jesus is in glory,-
  ‘Tis home! and love! and light!

Hannah K. Burlingham

Peonies in Gold Colored Vase with Which of the monarchs of the earth and I bless the Christ of God

  Which of the monarchs of the earth
  Can boast a guard like ours,
Encircled from our second birth
  With all the heavenly powers?

  Myriads of bright, cherubic bands,
  Sent by the King of kings,
Rejoice to bear us in their hands,
  And shade us with their wings.

  Angels, where’er we go, attend
  Our steps, whate’er betide;
With watchful care their charge defend,
  And evil turn aside.

  Our lives those holy angels keep
  From every hostile power;
And, unconcerned, we sweetly sleep,
  As Adam in his bower.

  And when our spirits we resign,
  On outstretched wings they bear,
And lodge us in the arms divine,
  And leave us ever there.

Charles Wesley
I bless the Christ of God;
  I rest on love divine;
And with unfalt’ring lip and heart
  I call the Saviour mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;
  I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
  Each ling’ring shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace;
  I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,-
  My God, my joy, my light.

‘Tis He who saveth me,
  And freely pardon gives!
I love because He loveth me,
  I live because He lives.

My life with Him is hid;
  My death has passed away;
My clouds have melted into light,
  My midnight into day!

Horatius Bonar

White Roses in Blue Vase with God is our refuge and defense and O Lord, I would delight in thee,

  God is our refuge and defense;
  In trouble our unfailing aid:
Secure in his omnipotence,
  What foe can make our souls afraid?

  Yea, though the earth’s foundations rock,
  And mountains down the gulf be hurled,
His people smile amid the shock:
  They look beyond this transient world.

  There is a river pure and bright,
  Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains;
Where, in eternity of light,
  The city of our God remains.

  Built by the word of his command,
  With his unclouded presence blest,
Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
  There is our home, our hope, our rest.

James Montgomery
O Lord, I would delight in thee,
  And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
  My best, my only friend.

When all created streams are dri’d,
  Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfi’d,
  And glory in thy name.

Why should the soul a drop bemoan
  Who has a fountain near?
A fountain which will ever run
  With waters sweet and clear.

No good in creatures can be found,
  But may be found in thee;
I must have all things and abound,
  While God is God to me.

O Lord, I cast my care on thee,
  I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my concern shall be
  To love and please thee more.

Dr. Ryland

Crabapple Blossoms and Old Bowl with How tender is thy hand, and O for the robe of whiteness

  How tender is thy hand,
  O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions came at thy command,
  And left us at thy word.

  How gentle was the rod
  That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God
  Where deep distress had been!

  A Father’s hand we felt,
  A Father’s love we knew:
‘Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
  And found his promise true.

  Now will we bless the Lord,
  And in his strength confide:
Forever be his name adored,
  For there is none beside.

Thomas Hastings
O for the robe of whiteness,
  To walk with Christ in light!
O for the glorious brightness
  Of day without a night!
We would a name of favor,
  Graved on the stone of white;
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
  Reserv’d for heav’n’s delight.

‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
  The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
  Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
  The Saviour face to face-
The peaceful joy of being
 Forever in that place!

Jesus, Thou King of glory,
  We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
  When we Thy glory see!
E’en now our souls would enter
  The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
  On Thee who cam’st to die!

At God’s right hand in glory
  Thou sitt’st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
  That gives us too our seat;
Then o’er the wide creation
  Thy pow’r will stretch its arm,-
Secure from all temptation,
  Free from all human harm!

Miss C. L. Smith