Completely Spring with Thro’ all the brightness of life’s glad day and I’m but a stranger here

Thro’ all the brightness of life’s glad day,
Thro’ all the darkness of battle fray;
Telling the pow’r of our Christ to save,
True to the faith! let our colors wave.

In the front ranks let our place be found,
Where the most sorrow and sin abound;
Where we are needed, in ev’ry land,
True to the faith! may our banner stand.

Lord, where Thou leadest, we gladly go,
Fearless and dauntless to face the foe;
By Thine own love from sin’s pow’r set free,
True to the faith! shall our standard be.

Chorus
True to the faith, when the storm is high,
True to the faith, when defeat seems nigh;
True to the faith!  be our battle cry,
I have kept the faith.

Elizabeth M. Clark

I’m but a stranger here,
     Heav’n is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
     Heav’n is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on ev’ry hand,
Heav’n is my fatherland,
     Heav’n is my home.

What tho’ the tempest rage,
     Heav’n is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
     Heav’n is my home;
And time’s wild wintry blast
Soon shall be overpast,
I shall reach home at last,
     Heav’n is my home.

There at my Savior’s side,
     Heav’n is my home;
I shall be glorified,
     Heav’n is my home;
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best;
And there I too shall rest,
     Heav’n is my home.

Therefore I murmur not,
     Heaven is my home;
Whate’er my earthly lot,
     Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord’s right hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
     Heaven is my home.

Thomas R. Taylor

Yellow Pears with When earthly cares and sorrows roll and Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow

When earthly cares and sorrows roll
Like ocean’s billows o’er my soul
No tempest can my barque control,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

I need Thee, oh, I need Thee so,
To help me as I onward go;
Sin’s arrows cannot lay me low,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

No cloud can hide from me Thy face,
No storm deprive me of Thy grace,
No sin within my heart have place,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

In joy or sorrow still be near,
To drive away my ev’ry fear;
Earth’s changes cannot harm me here,
If Thou wilt only bring peace to my soul.

Chorus
Bring peace to my soul today,
Bring peace today,
Bring peace to my soul today, today,
Bring peace to my soul today.

Helen M. Dungan

Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow
That a time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus,
“All of self, and none of Thee,”
All of self and none of Thee,
All of self and none of Thee,
When I proudly said to Jesus
“All of self and none of Thee.”

Yet He found me; I beheld Him
Bleeding on th’ accursed tree,
And my wistful heart said faintly,
“Some of self, and some of Thee,”
Some of self and some of Thee,
Some of self and some of Thee,
And my wistful heart said faintly
“Some of self and some of Thee.”

Day by day His tender mercy
Healing, helping, full and free,
Bro’t me lower, while I whispered
“Less of self, and more of Thee,”
Less of self and more of Thee,
Less of self and more of Thee,
Bro’t me lower while I whispered
“Less of self and more of Thee.”

Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self, and all of Thee,”
None of self and all of Thee,
None of self and all of Thee,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self and all of Thee.”

Rev. Theo. Monod, arrLord, Thy love at last has conquered
“None of self and all of Thee.”

Rev. Theo. Monod, arr.

Tiger Lilies and Butterflies with In love He redeemed me, the Savior divine and Led by the hand of faith

In love He redeemed me, the Savior divine,
I’m trusting in Him, life eternal is mine;
Unworthy the least of His gifts to receive-
Salvation is mine as on Him I believe.

In love He redeemed me, thro’ shedding of blood,
From “far away” places He brought me to God;
He found me a sinner with no one to save,
And graciously, lovingly my sins forgave.

In love He redeemed me and made me His own,
An heir to His glory, His kingdom and throne;
Now anthems of joy to His name will I sing,
Adoring my Savior, my Lord and my King.

Chorus
Wonderful, wonderful love!
He came from the glory above
To seek and to save, and to make me His own;
O, wonderful, wonderful love!

Mrs. C. D. Martin
Led by the hand of faith
Near to Thy throne,
Pleading Thy merit, Lord,
Thy name alone.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
We are Thine own.

Here at Thy mercy-seat,
Just as we are,
Down at Thy sacred feet
Casting our care.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Hear Thou our prayer.

Teach us by faith to say,
“Thy will be done;”
Help us by grace divine
Our race to run.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Bless ev’ry one.

Trusting Thy holy word,
Heeding Thy call;
Safe till our journey’s end
We shall not fall.
In our humility,
Savior, we come to Thee;
Look on us tenderly:
Thou art our all.

Rachel Rivers

Peonies with I am a stranger here, within a foreign land and A friend I have call’d Jesus

I am a stranger here, within a foreign land,
My home is far away, upon a golden strand;
Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea,
I’m here on business for my King.

This is the King’s command, that all men ev’rywhere,
Repent and turn away, from sin’s seductive snare;
That all who will obey, with Him shall reign for aye,
And that’s my business for my King.

My home is brighter far than Sharon’s rosy plain,
Eternal life and joy thro’out its vast domain;
My Sov’reign bids me tell how mortals there may dwell,
And that’s my business for my King.

Chorus
This is the message that I bring,
A message angels fain would sing;
“Oh, be ye reconciled”
Thus saith my Lord and King,
“Oh, be ye reconciled to God.”

Dr. E. T. Cassel
A friend I have call’d Jesus
Whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe’er ‘tis tried,
No matter what I do.
I’ve sinn’d against this love of His,
But when I knelt to pray
Confessing all my guilt to Him,
The sin clouds roll’d away.

Sometimes the clouds of trouble
Be dim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior’s face,
I doubt His wondrous love.
But He, from heaven’s mercy-seat
Beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between,
And shows me His is there.

When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me,
And break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless,
And I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then,
Nor do I go in vain,
For heav’nly hope He gives that cheers,
Like sunshine after rain.

O I could sing forever
Of Jesus’ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness
For this poor life of mine.
His love is in and over all
And wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers “Peace be still”
And rolls the clouds away.

Chorus
It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
It’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
It’s just like Jesus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.

Edna R. Worrell

Spring Blossoms with Jesus, Master, hast Thou messages to send? and There’s a wideness in God’s mercy

Jesus, Master, hast Thou messages to send?
Here am I, here am I!
Waiting, list’ning, at Thy feet I lowly bend,
Here am I-O do not pass me by!

Saviour, is there not some lowly task to do?
O send me, O send me!
Gird me now for service, make me strong and true,
Send me on some errand, Lord, for Thee!

Dost Thou need a hand to bear a shining light?
Use my hand, use my hand!
Dost Thou need a patient watcher in the night?
Let me serve Thee, Lord, at Thy command!

Working, waiting, whatsoe’er Thy holy will,
Here am I, here am I!
Master, let me Thy desire alone fulfill,
Keep me to Thy heart forever nigh!

Chorus
Ready for Thy service, Master, here am I!
Hush my heart to hear Thee calling from on high;
Choose Thou for me, let me still reply-
O Master, here am I!

Julia H. Johnston
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
  Like the wideness of the sea,
There’s a kindness in His justice,
  Which is more than liberty.

There is welcome for the sinner,
  And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior,
  There is healing in His blood.

For the love of God is broader
  Than the measure of man’s mind;
And the heart of the Eternal,
  Is most wonderfully kind.

If our love were but more simple,
  We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
  In the sweetness of our Lord.

Frederick W. Faber

Tea Roses with Our day of praise is done and Where Jesus is, is home to me

Our day of praise is done;
  The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
  True Light that light’nest all.

Around the throne on high,
  Where night can never be,
The white robed harpers of the sky
  Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
  Too soon of praise we tire:
But O, the strains, how full and clear,
  Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
  If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
  May bear our lower part.

‘T is Thine each soul to calm,
  Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
  Of glory to Thy Name.

A little while, and then
  Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
  In perfect praise shall blend. Amen

John Ellerton
Where Jesus is, is home to me;             
There all is bright and fair;
He daily walks and talks with me,
And keeps me in His care.
To Him my soul is clinging,
While bells of joy are ringing;
For all the time I’m singing,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
And all my soul desires;
To be with Him by day and night,
Is all my heart requires.
His grace I cannot measure;
His love, a constant pleasure;
He is my only treasure;
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
In palace, hall or mart;
And tho’ the world may turn aside,
From Him I cannot part.
His watchful care is o’er me;
His love is all my story;
And I shall sing in glory,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Chorus
Where Jesus is, is home,
A stranger tho’ I roam;
My latest breath shall sing in death,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

     Chas. H. Gabriel

Roses in White Crock with Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother and Day by day the manna fell

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Houses and acres so broad?
No title to mansions of glory eternal,
And none to the city of God?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Friendships to share and to make?
And know not the friendship of Jesus, the Savior,
Of Jesus who died for thy sake?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Earthly ambition and fame?
If Christ in the life book of glory eternal,
Had never recorded thy name?

Chorus
What shall it profit thee then?
Tho’ the whole world be thine own.
When the death angel has called for thy spirit,
And mercy forever has flown.

M. P. Ferguson

Day by day the manna fell;
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

“Day by day” the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of today.

Lord, my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.

Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father’s will. Amen

Josiah Conder