Hymns
WE ARE GOING.
We are going, we are going
To a home beyond the skies, Where the fields are robed in beauty,
And the sunlight never dies; Where the fount of joy is flowing
In the valley green and fair, We shall dwell in love together;
There will be no parting there.
We are going, we are going,
And the music we have heard
Like the echo of the woodland,
Or the carol of a bird;
With the rosy light of morning,
On the calm and fragrant air, Still it murmurs, softly murmurs,
There will be no parting there.
We are going, we are going,
When the day of life is o’er,
To that pure and happy region
Where our friends have gone before; They are singing with the angels
In that land so bright and fair; We shall dwell with them forever;
There will be no parting there.
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THE PRODIGAL’S RETURN.
Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heaven with the angels;
Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal’s return; He has come, he has come
To his Father’s house at last;
He was lost, he is found,
And the night of gloom is past. Blessed hour of joy and communion sweet, For his heart is full and his love complete; His Father sees him and hastes to meet,
And bid him welcome home.
Chorus: Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heaven with the angels; Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal’s return!
Joy! joy! joy! in the courts of heaven resounding;
Joy! joy! joy! o’er the prodigal’s return; Hark! the song, hark! the song,
‘Tis a joyful, joyful strain;
Welcome home, welcome home
To thy Father’s house again. While his eye is dim with the falling tears Of repentant grief over wasted years, The pardoning voice of his Father cheers,
And bids him welcome home.
Joy! joy! joy! in the radiant fields of glory;
Joy! joy! joy! when a wandering soul returns; Let us haste, let us haste,
While the morning sun is bright; Jesus calls, Jesus calls
To a land of love and light. We will journey on till our pilgrim feet Shall be found at last in the golden street; Our glorious Saviour will smile to greet,
And bid us welcome home.
1867.
SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS.
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Chorus:
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world’s temptations,
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!
Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
PASS ME NOT.
Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art smiling,
Do not pass me by.
Chorus:
Saviour, Saviour,
Hear my humble cry, While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at a throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief; Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.
Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.
Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heaven but Thee?
I COME TO THEE.
I COME to Thee, I come to Thee, Thou precious Lamb once slain for me; I rest confiding in Thy word, And “cast my burden on the Lord.” I come to Thee with all my grief; Dear Saviour, help my unbelief; Thy blessed name my only plea, With this, O Lord, I come to Thee.
I come to Thee, whose sovereign power Can cheer me in the darkest hour; I come to Thee, through storm and shade, For Thou hast said, u Be not afraid.” I come to Thee with all my tears, My pain and sorrow, doubts and fears; Thou precious Lamb, once slain for me, I come to Thee, I come to Thee.
To Thee my trembling spirit flies
When faith grows weak and comfort dies;
I bow adoring at Thy feet,
And hold with Thee communion sweet.
0 wondrous love, O joy divine,
To feel Thee near and call Thee mine! Thou precious Lamb, once slain for me,
1 come to Thee, I come to Thee.
RESCUE THE PERISHING.
Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one,
Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
Chorus;
Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
Though they are slighting Him,
Still He is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive;
Plead with them earnestly.
Plead with them gently; He will forgive if they only believe.
Down in the human heart,
Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart,
Wakened by kindness, Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
Rescue the perishing; Duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide; Back to the narrow way Patiently win them; Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died. 1S69.
STRIKE THE HARP OF ZION.
Strike the harp of Zion, wake the tuneful lay. Bear the joyful tidings far away; Lo! the morn is breaking, morn of purest love; Praise forever, praise to God above.
Chorus:
Glory! glory! hark! the angels sing; Glory! glory! hear the echo ring; Strike the harp of Zion, wake the tuneful lay, Bear the joyful tidings far away.
Over distant regions veiled in error’s night, See the holy dawn of Gospel light; See the nations coming at the Saviour’s call, Coming now to crown Him Lord of all.
O the joyful story, life to every soul! Like a mighty ocean let it roll, Bringing home the lost ones from the path of sin, Till the world shall all be gathered in. 1869.
HOLY IS THE LORD.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Sing, O ye people, gladly adore Him; Let the mountains tremble at His word,
Let the hills be joyful before Him; Mighty in wisdom, boundless in mercy,
Great is Jehovah, King over all.
Chorus:
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Let the hills be joyful before Him.
Praise Him, praise Him, shout aloud for joy!
Watchman of Zion, herald the story; Sin and death His kingdom shall destroy;
All the earth shall sing of His glory; Praise Him, ye angels, ye who behold Him
Robed in His splendor, matchless, divine.
King eternal, blessed be His name!
So may His children gladly adore Him, When in heaven we join the happy strain,
When we cast our bright crowns before Him; There in His likeness joyful awaking,
There we shall see Him, there we shall sing.
KEEP THOU MY WAY, O LORD.
Keep thou my way, O Lord;
Myself I cannot guide;
Nor dare I trust my erring steps
One moment from Thy side;
I cannot think aright,
Unless inspired by Thee; My heart would faint without Thy aid;
Choose Thou my thoughts for me.
For every act of faith,
And every pure design, — For all of good my soul can know,
The glory, Lord, be Thine;
Free grace my pardon seals,
Thro’ Thy atoning blood; Free grace the full assurance brings
Of peace with Thee, my God.
O speak, and I will hear;
Command, and I obey; My willing feet with joy will haste
To run the heavenly way;
Keep Thou my wandering heart,
And bid it cease to roam; O bear me safe o’er death’s cold wave
To heaven, my blissful home.
1869.
SING ALWAYS.
SlNG with a tuneful spirit,
Sing with a cheerful lay,
Praise to thy great Creator,
While on the pilgrim way.
Sing when the birds are waking,
Sing with the morning light; Sing in the noontide’s golden beam,
Sing in the hush of night.
Sing when the heart is troubled,
Sing when the hours are long, Sing when the storm-cloud gathers;
Sweet is the voice of song.
Sing when the sky is darkest,
Sing when the thunders roll; Sing of the land where rest remains,
Rest for the weary soul.
Sing in the vale of shadows,
Sing in the hour of death,
And, when the eyes are closing,
Sing with the latest breath. Sing till the heart’s deep longings
Cease on the other shore; Then, with the countless numbers there,
Sing on for evermore.
TO JESUS I WILL GO.
There’s a gentle voice within calls away, ‘Tis a warning I have heard o’er and o’er;
But my heart is melted now; I obey;
From my Saviour I will wander no more.
Chorus:
Yes, I will go; yes, I will go;
To Jesus I will go and be saved.
He has promised all my sins to forgive, If I ask in simple faith for His love;
In His holy word I learn how to live, And to labor for His kingdom above.
I will try to bear the cross in my youth, And be faithful to its cause till I die;
If with cheerful step I walk in the truth, I shall wear a starry crown by and by.
Still the gentle voice within calls away,
And its warning I have heard o’er and o’er;
But my heart is melted now; I obey; From my Saviour I will wander no more.
1871.
GREAT IS JEHOVAH.
Great is Jehovah, King of kings;
O magnify His name; Praise Him, ye nations of the earth,
His mighty works proclaim; When darkness hovered o’er the deep,
And all was veiled in night,
At His command, in beauty smiled
A morn of purest light.
Great is Jehovah, King of kings;
The stars together sang;
Sweetly the new created earth
In joyful concert rang; But O, our souls! in wonder lost,
Behold, by faith sublime, In man’s redemption from the fall
God’s greatest wisdom shine.
Glory to Him whose boundless love
The debt of sin has paid; Glory to Him whose precious blood
Our sacrifice was made; With Him we die, through Him we rise;
To Him all praise be given,
Who lives, exalted and adored
By all the hosts of heaven.
THE BRIGHT FOREVER.
Breaking through the clouds that gather
O’er the Christian’s natal skies, Distant beams, like floods of glory,
Fill the soul with glad surprise; And we almost hear the echo
Of the pure and holy throng, In the bright, the bright forever,
In the summer-land of song.
Chorus:
On the banks beyond the river,
We shall meet, no more to sever, In the bright, the bright forever,
In the summer-land of song.
Yet a little while we linger,
Ere we reach our journey’s end;
Yet a little while of labor,
Ere the evening shades descend; Then we’ll lay us down to slumber,
But the night will soon be o’er; In the bright, the bright forever,
We shall slumber nevermore.
O the bliss of life eternal!
O the long, unbroken rest In the golden fields of pleasure,
In the region of the blest!
But to see our dear Redeemer,
And before His throne to fall,
There to hear His gracious welcome,
Will be sweeter far than all.
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BLESSED ASSURANCE.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
0 what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood!
Chorus:
This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest,
1 in my Saviour am happy and blest, — Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
1873.
ONLY A STEP TO JESUS.
Only a step to Jesus!
Then why not take it now?
Come, and, thy sin confessing,
To Him, thy Saviour, bow.
Refrain;
Only a step, only a step;
Come, He waits for thee;
Come, and, thy sin confessing,
Thou shalt receive a blessing;
Do not reject the mercy
He freely offers thee.
Only a step to Jesus!
Believe, and thou shalt live;
Lovingly now He is waiting,
And ready to forgive.
Only a step to Jesus!
A step from sin to grace;
What has thy heart decided?
The moments fly apace.
Only a step to Jesus!
0 why not come and say,
Gladly to Thee, my Saviour,
1 give myself away?
GOD OF ETERNITY.
God of eternity, Author of time,
Giver and Source of life, Ruler sublime, —
Thou uncreated Lord, Ancient of Days, Glorious in holiness, fearful in praise, —
Chorus:
High over all Thy works, blest evermore, God of the universe, Thee we adore.
Wondrous in majesty, wisdom and might, Lo! ’twas Thy voice that said, “Let there be light;” Vast realms and numberless, Lord, are Thy own; Nations and sceptered kings bow at Thy throne.
Thine is a perfect law, Thy word is pure; Righteous are all Thy ways, Thy judgments sure; Mercy and truth abide ever with Thee; Love like a river flows, deep as the sea. 1873.
HOLD THOU MY HAND.
Hold Thou my hand; so weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid;
Hold Thou my hand; for then, O loving Saviour, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid.
Hold Thou my hand, and closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self — my hope, my joy, my all;
Hold Thou my hand, lest haply I should wander, And, missing Thee, my trembling feet should fall.
Hold Thou my hand; the way is dark before me Without the sunlight of Thy face divine;
But when by faith I catch its radiant glory, What heights of joy, what rapturous songs, are mine!
Hold Thou my hand, that when I reach the margin
Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me, A heavenly light may flash along its waters,
And every wave like crystal bright shall be. 1874.
CLOSE TO THEE.
Thou, my everlasting portion,
More than friend or life to me,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.
Not for ease or worldly pleasure, Nor for fame, my prayer shall be;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
Lead me through the vale of shadows, Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.
EVERY DAY AND HOUR.
Saviour, more than life to me,
I am clinging close to Thee;
Let Thy precious blood applied
Keep me ever near Thy side.
Chorus:
Every day, every hour,
Let me feel Thy cleansing power;
May Thy tender love to me
Bind me closer, Lord, to Thee.
Through this changing world below,
Lead me gently as I go;
Trusting Thee, I cannot stray,
I can never lose my way.
Let me love Thee more and more,
Till this fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter world above.
1874.
LIKE THE SOUND OF MANY WATERS.
Like the sound of many waters
Rolling on through ages long,
In a tide of rapture breaking, — Hark! the mighty choral song!
Chorus:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Let the heavenly portals ring; Christ is born, the Prince of glory,
Christ the Lord, our mighty King.
Lo, the Morning Star appeareth, O’er the world His beams are cast;
He the Alpha and Omega,
He the Great, the First, the Last.
Clap your hands with exultation;
Sing aloud, rejoice with mirth; Peace her silver wings hath folded, —
Lo, she comes to dwell on earth.
Saviour, not with costly treasure Do we gather at Thy throne; All we have, our hearts, we give Thee, — Consecrate them Thine alone.
SHOUT ALOUD, ALL YE LANDS.
Across the blue waters the message of grace O’er kingdom and empire is flying apace; The day-beam is breaking, majestic and bright. And millions are turning from darkness to light.
Chorus: Shout aloud, all ye lands, and be glad while ye sing; Shout aloud, all ye lands, for the Saviour is King! And the sound that went forth on the night of
His birth Shall be heard to the uttermost bounds of the
earth.
All creatures adoring shall bow at His word, All tongues shall confess Him their Saviour and
Lord; His truth and its glory extended shall be, And cover the earth as the waters the sea.
How gently and kindly there comes from above His scepter of mercy, His standard of love! He ruleth in wisdom, the Monarch of peace, His reign shall be glorious, and never shall cease.
The day is approaching, the time draweth nigh, When nation to nation “Hosanna!” shall cry; The idols they worship in dust shall be laid. And Jesus be honored, exalted, obeyed.
NEVER SHONE A LIGHT SO FAIR.
Never shone a light so fair,
Never fell so sweet a song,
As the chorus in the air
Chanted by the angel-throng;
Every star took up the story:
Christ has come, the Prince of glory,
Come in humble hearts to dwell,
God with us, Immanuel.
Still that jubilee of song
Breaks upon the rising morn;
While the anthem rolls along, Floods of light the earth adorn;
Old and young take up the story:
Christ has come, etc.
Welcome now the blessed day
When we praise the Lord our King;
When we meet to praise and pray,
And His love with gladness sing;
Let the world take up the story:
Christ has come, etc.
1875.
I AM THINE, O LORD.
I AM Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Chorus:
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To Thy precious bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend, When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend!
There are depths of love that I cannot know-Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee.
ALL THE WAY.
All the way my Saviour leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide? Heavenly peace, divinest comfort.
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my Saviour leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread; Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo, a spring of joy I see.
All the way my Saviour leads me;
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above; When my spirit, clothed, immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song through endless ages —
Jesus led me all the way.
SO NEAR TO THE KINGDOM.
So near to the kingdom! yet what dost thou lack? So near to the kingdom! what keepeth thee back? Renounce every idol, though dear it may be, And come to the Saviour now pleading with thee-Refrain:
Pleading with thee,
The Saviour is pleading with thee.
So near that thou hearest the songs that resound From those who, believing, a pardon have found So near, yet unwilling to give up thy sin, When Jesus is waiting to welcome thee in!
O come, or thy season of grace will be past, The door will be closed, and this call be thy last; O where wouldst thou turn if the light should
depart That comes from the Spirit, and shines on thy
heart?
To die with no hope! hast thou counted the
cost? To die out of Christ, and thy soul to be lost! So near to the kingdom! O come, we implore, While Jesus is pleading, come enter the door.
HIDE THOU ME.
In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
Hide Thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
Hide Thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart Thy love forever,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.
From the snare of sinful pleasure,
Hide Thou me; Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
Hide Thou me;
When the world its power is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.
In the lonely night of sorrow,
Hide Thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
Hide Thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let Thy bosom be my pillow;
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages.
Safe in Thee.
BY AND BY.
By and by, when the reapers come, And we hear the song of the harvest home, ‘Twill be sweet to think of our labor done, Of the golden sheaves in the setting sun.
Refrain:
By and by, when the angel reapers come, We shall join the song of the harvest home; O by and by, when the angel reapers come, We shall join the song of the harvest home.
By and by, when at home we meet,
When we cast our sheaves at the Master’s feet,
In the land of rest ‘twill be joy to know
It was not in vain that we toiled below.
By and by, if we watch and wait, We shall enter in at the pearly gate; We shall sit us down with our friends above, ‘Mid the songs of joy in a feast of love. 1876.
BLESSED HOME-LAND.
Gliding o’er life’s fitful waters, Heavy surges sometimes roll;
And we sigh for yonder haven,
For the home-land of the soul.
Refrai7i:
Blessed home-land, ever fair!
Sin can never enter there;
But the soul, to life awaking,
Everlasting bloom shall wear.
Oft we catch a faint reflection
Of its bright and vernal hills;
And, though distant, how we hail it! How each heart with rapture thrills!
To our Father, and our Saviour,
To the Spirit, Three in One,
We shall sing glad songs of triumph When our harvest work is done.
‘Tis the weary pilgrim’s home-land, Where each throbbing care shall cease,
And our longings and our yearnings, Like the waves, be hushed to peace.
THIS I KNOW.
Lord, my trust I repose in Thee;
0 how great is Thy love to me! Thou the strength of my life shalt be;
This I know, this I know.
Refrain:
Thine, Thine, and only Thine,
Now and ever Thine;
Thou dost love me, Saviour mine;
This I know, this I know.
Thou dost lead with a sweet command, Thou dost lead with a gentle hand; On the rock of Thy truth I stand; This I know, this I know.
1 shall rise to a world of light,
I shall rest in a mansion bright; Then my faith shall be lost in sight; This I know, this I know.
1877.
LEARN OF THE MEEK AND LOWLY.
Come, learn of the meek and lowly;
Come, sit at the Master’s feet;
No place in the world so holy,
No place in the world so sweet; His lessons are plain and simple,
A balm to the wounded breast;
He maketh our burden lighter,
And giveth His children rest.
O if we were more like Jesus,
And more from the world apart,
Communing with Him in spirit,
And nearer to Him in heart, — We should not complain so sadly
When trouble and care we meet,
But carry at once our sorrows,
And lay them at Jesus’ feet.
He wept o’er the holy city,
He wept o’er a loved one dead;
He knoweth our every trial,
And seeth the tears we shed;
O live that our souls may enter
His kingdom with joy complete;
And there, thro’ eternal ages,
We’ll sit at the Master’s feet,
PARTING HYMN.
Heavenly Father, we beseech Thee, Grant Thy blessing ere we part;
Take us in Thy care and keeping,
Guard from evil every heart.
Chorus:
Bless the words we here have spoken, Offered prayer and cheerful strain; If Thy will, O Lord, we pray Thee, Grant we all may meet again.
Loving Saviour, go Thou with us,
Be our comfort and our stay;
Grateful praise to Thee we render For the joy we feel to-day.
Holy Spirit, dwell within us,
May our souls Thy temple be;
May we tread the path to glory,
Led and guided still by Thee.
Heavenly Father, loving Saviour,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
As among Thy saints and angels,
So on earth, Thv will be done.
1S7S.
‘TIS THE BLESSED HOUR OF PRAYER.
‘TlS the blessed hour of prayer, when our
hearts lowly bend, And we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and Friend; If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be
there!
Chorus: Blessed hour of prayer, blessed hour of prayer! What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be
there!
‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Saviour draws near,
With a tender compassion His children to hear;
When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care,
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
‘Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempted and tried
To the Saviour who loves them their sorrow confide;
With a sympathizing heart He removes every care;
What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there!
WEARY WANDERER, STOP AND
LISTEN.
Weary wanderer, stop and listen;
Happy news we bring to thee;
Jesus has prepared a banquet;
Come, and welcome thou shalt be.
C It or us:
Make no longer vain excuses;
Jesus calls, and calls thee now; Come, for everything is ready; Weary soul, why waitest thou?
Are thy sins a heavy burden?
Come to God; confess them now;
He is willing to forgive thee;
Ask, receive; why waitest thou?
On the loving arm of Jesus
Wouldst thou lean, and trust Him now? Let Him cleanse thee at the fountain;
Come at once; why waitest thou?
See the beauteous wedding garment;
In His hands He holds it now; Haste, O haste thee to the banquet;
Enter in; why waitest thou?
I KNOW THERE’S A REST.
I know there’s a rest that remaineth for me,
A rest when my journey is o’er; I know that the ransomed in bliss 1 shall see,
And labor and sorrow no more.
Chorus: Then onward I’ll go, and with courage I’ll tread
The path my Redeemer has trod, Since He hath declared there remaineth a rest,
A rest for the people of God.
I know there’s a rest that remaineth for me,
A rest with my Saviour above, Where, clothed in His image, His face I shall see,
And feast on the smile of His love.
I know there’s a rest that remaineth for me;
I’ll patiently wait till it come, — Till angels shall bear me away on their wings,
And Jesus shall welcome me home.
1881.
1883.
WELLS OF ELIM.
Cool from the wells of Elim,
Softly the waters bright,
Under the waving palm trees,
Smiled in the peaceful light;
There were the tents so goodly,
There was a nation strong,
Resting awhile by Elim’s wells,
Praising the Lord in song.
Chorus:
O how a soul in Jesus
Loves of a stream to tell,
One that shall flow forever on,
Drawn from the living well!
Out from the rock of Horeb,
Smote by a wondrous rod,
Quickly the gushing waters
Came at the voice of God;
They who athirst were pining,
They who rebelled before, Now, with delight and wonder filled,
Drank, and were glad once more.
Purer than wells of Elim
Under the palm trees fair,
Sweeter than Horeb’s waters
Hailed by the fainting there, — Lo, at the feet of mercy.
Fresh from the springs above,
Jesus the living water gives,
Bought with redeeming love.
O CHILD OF GOD, WAIT PATIENTLY.
O CHILD of God, wait patiently
When dark thy path may be, And let thy faith lean trustingly
On Him who cares for thee; And though the clouds hang drearily
Upon the brow of night, Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, He loveth thee,
And thou art all His own; With gentle hand He leadeth thee;
Thou dost not walk alone;
And though thou watchest wearily
The long and stormy night, Yet in the morning joy will come,
And fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, how peacefully
He calms thy fears to rest,
And draws thee upward tenderly,
Where dwell the pure and blest!
And He who bendeth silently
Above the gloom of night, Will take thee home where endless joy
Shall fill thy soul with light.
TIS ONLY A LITTLE WAY.
TlS only a little way on to my home, And there in its sunshine forever I’ll roam; While all the day long I journey with song, O beautiful Eden-land, thou art my home.
Refrain:
Tis only a little way, only a little way, Tis only a little way on to my home.
‘Tis only a little way farther to go, O’er mountain and valley where dark waters flow My Saviour is near with blessings to cheer; His word is my guiding star — why should I fear!
‘Tis only a little way; there I shall see The friends that in glory are waiting for me; Their voices from home now float on the air — They’re calling me tenderly, calling me there. 1886.
WHAT A GATHERING.
On that bright and golden morning, when the Son of man shall come, And the radiance of His glory we shall see; When from every clime and nation He shall call His people home, — What a gathering of the ransomed that will be!
Chorus:
WThat a gathering, what a gathering,
What a gathering of the ransomed in the summer land of love! What a gathering, what a gathering
Of the ransomed in that happy home above!
When the blest who sleep in Jesus, at His bidding shall arise From the silence of the grave and from the sea, And with bodies all celestial they shall meet Him in the skies, What a gathering and rejoicing there will be!
When our eyes behold the city, with its many
mansions bright,
And its river, calm and restful, flowing free;
When the friends that death has parted shall in
bliss again unite, —
What a gathering and a greeting there will be!
O the King is surely coming, and the time is drawing nigh When the blessed day of promise we shall see; Then the changing4’ in a moment,” “in the twinkling of an eye,” And forever in His presence we shall be. 1887.
EARLY MORN.
At early morn, with trembling step,
A faithful band drew near, And stood at last beside the grave
Of Him they loved so dear.
Chorus:
He lives again! He lives again!
Rang out o’er all that sunlit plain; The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Has conquered death, and lives again.
And as the rosy, blushing light
Shot forth its brilliant rays, Their fears were gone, their night was o’er,
And grief was lost in praise.
To-day our hearts, with rapture filled,
The hallowed strains repeat, And haste, within the house of prayer,
Our risen Lord to meet.
JESUS IS CALLING.
Out on the mountain, sad and forsaken, Lost in its mazes, no light canst thou see;
Yet in His mercy, full of compassion,
Lo, the Good Shepherd is calling to thee.
Chorus:
Calling to thee, calling to thee,
Jesus is calling, “Come unto me;”
Calling to thee, calling to thee,
Hear the Good Shepherd calling to thee.
Far on the mountain, why wilt thou wander?
Deeper in darkness thy pathway will be; Turn from thy roaming, fly from its dangers,
While the Good Shepherd is calling to thee.
Flee from thy bondage; Jesus will help thee;
Only believe Him, and thou shalt be free; Wonderful mercy! boundless compassion!
Still the Good Shepherd is calling to thee. 1890.
ENDURE TO THE END.
We cannot fold our hands at ease,
And look for heaven at last;
We cannot shout the victory won
Until the war is past.
Chorus:
Blessed are they that endure to the end,
For with them it shall be well; They shall eat of the fruit of the tree of life,
And with Jesus forever dwell.
We cannot hope to win the prize,
Unless the race we run; Nor reap the fruits of endless joy
If we no work have done.
We cannot slumber at our post,
Nor lay our armor down;
And only they who bear the cross
Can ever wear the crown.
Then let the cross be all our boast,
And Jesus all our song, Till in His robe of righteousness
We join the ransomed throng.
SAVED BY GRACE.
Some day the silver cord will break, And I no more as now shall sing;
But, O the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King!
Chorus:
And I shall see Him face to face, And tell the story — Saved by Grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall;
I cannot tell how soon ‘twill be; But this I know — my All in All
Has now a place in heaven for me.
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west, My blessed Lord will say, “Well done!”
And I shall enter into rest.
Some day, — till then I’ll watch and wait, My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour opes the gate, My soul to Him may wing its flight.
MY SAVIOUR FIRST OF ALL.
When my lifework is ended, and I cross the swelling tide, When the bright and glorious morning I shall see, I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side, And His smile will be the first to welcome me.
Chorus:
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And alone by His side I shall stand; I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails in His hand.
O the soul-thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face, And the luster of His kindly beaming eye! How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace, That prepares for me a mansion in the sky!
O the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come! And our parting at the river I recall; To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home; But 1 long to meet my Saviour first of all.
Through the gates to the city, in a robe of spotless white, He will lead me where no tears will ever fall; In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight; But I long to meet my Saviour first of all. 1891.
OUT OF THE SHADOW.
Out of the shadow into the light, Shining in glory transcendently bright; Out of the gloaming into the day, Beaming in splendor that fades not away.
Chorus:
Out of the sighing, fading and dying, Into the perfect, lovely and bright; Out of the darkness into the dawning, Out of the shadow into the light.
Out of the shadow, lonely and drear, Into the future that knows not a fear; Out of the conflict, weary and sore, Into the home-land of bliss evermore.
Out of the shadow, voiceless and cold, Into the sunshine of rapture untold; Out of the hoping into the blest, Out of the longing with Jesus at rest.
Over the river soon we shall be, Over the river, dear Saviour, with Thee; Out of the shadow into the light, Clothed in the garments Thy blood hath made white. fel.
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GOOD NIGHT.
O THE morning, happy morning,
That will break on yonder shore,
When the march of life is ended,
And our harvest work is o’er;
When we stand amid the gloaming,
And our hearts wjth joy are bright, While we say to those around us,
With a loving smile, Good night!
O the morning, blissful morning,
That from every care is free,
And forever with our Saviour
And Redeemer we shall be;
When the silver cord is broken,
And our spirits wing their flight, Only pausing till our dear ones
Catch the loving words, Good night!
O the morning, golden morning!
We shall see it by and by; Faith beholds it in the distance,
And its dawning draweth nigh; Here we part, for time is fleeting,
Ever fading from our sight,
But in yonder happy morrow
We shall never say Good night.
TRUST ON.
Trust on; is not the Saviour at thy side, In darkest hour thy faltering steps to guide? Take thou the hand outreaching now to thee; He bids thee walk in faith; so let it be.
Trust on; though thorns may thrust thy weary
feet, Yet pain or bliss with Jesus will be sweet; If thou believe, it shall be well with thee; If He would test thy faith, so let it be.
Trust on; no trial can thy way befall But He, thy Lord and Saviour, knows it all; And if, to make His love more pure in thee, Thou need’st His chastening rod, so let it be.
Trust on; as clouds of evening glide away, And leave the calm reflection of the day, Soon shall thy waiting eyes His glory see, And though through clouds it come, so let it be. 1891.
CHRIST THE SEAL OF DEATH HAS
BROKEN.
Christ the seal of death has broken, Forth He comes with power divine;
Heavenly guards behold Him rising, Heavenly glories round Him shine.
At the tomb that cannot bind Him, Angels linger robed in white;
While the watchmen, pale and trembling, Fall in terror from the sight.
Ye who bore the joyful tidings
Of a Prince and Saviour born,
Higher raise your song of triumph On the resurrection morn.
Christ the seal of death has broken;
Let the world before Him fall;
Lift your heads, ye saints, and hail Him,
Hail the mighty Lord of all.
1892.
TRUSTFULLY COME I TO THEE.
Trustfully, trustfully
Come I to Thee;
Jesus, Thou blessed One,
Thine would I be;
Then shall I cheerfully,
Truly and earnestly
Walk in Thy spirit,
Saviour, with Thee.
Peacefully, peacefully
Come I to Thee;
More of Thy presence, Lord.
Grant Thou to me;
Then shall I carefully,
Watchfully, prayerfully,
Walk in Thy spirit,
Closer to Thee.
Joyfully, joyfully
Come I to Thee;
Thou art my loving Friend,
Precious to me;
O may I restfully,
Calmly and lovingly
Dwell in Thy spirit,
Saviour, with Thee.
RESTING BY THE RIVER.
When I’m resting by the river, in the beautiful forever, Light will seem the cares and crosses that appear so heavy now; Then I’ll see that pathway lonely God marked out in kindness only, When I’m resting by the river, with life’s crown upon my brow.
WThen I’m resting by the river, where no sorrow cometh ever, I shall feel that earthly darkness made more welcome heaven’s light; I shall learn how each affliction brought a blessed benediction, When I’m resting by the river, in the land where falls no night.
When I’m resting by the river, ‘neath the healing trees that quiver In the sweet balm-laden breezes blown from hills of Paradise, I shall see with vision clearer loss made heaven’s treasures dearer, When I’m resting by the river, in the home beyond the skies.
When I’m resting by the river, where fond ties are broken never, I shall find that separation made reunion there more sweet; Past for aye all tears and sighing, mine shall be a joy undying, When I’m resting by the river, where the happy saved ones meet. 1894,
THY WILL BE DONE IN ME.
0 Thou to whom, without reserve,
My all I would resign,
1 ask for grace and faith to say,
M Thy will, O Lord, not mine!” In joy or grief, in bliss or pain,
This prayer shall rise to Thee, u Thy will, not mine, O blessed Lord,
Thy will be done in me!”
Though thorns may pierce my weary feet,
Yet would I ne’er repine, But meekly say, as Thou hast said,
“Thy will, O Lord, not mine!” And though I pass beneath Thy rod,
Amen, so let it be! Whate’er Thou wilt, O blessed Lord,
I know is best for me.
So would I live that I may feel
Thy perfect peace divine,
And still Thy pure example show
In every act of mine; And till I reach the silent vale,
And cross the narrow sea, Be this my prayer, O blessed Lord,
“Thy will be done in me!”
WHEN THE KING SHALL COME.
O the weary night is waning,
And the clouds are rolling by;
See, the long-expected morning
Now is dawning in the sky;
When from Zion’s lofty mountain
We shall hear the watchman cry,
And rejoicing we shall gather
When the King shall come.
Chorus: O Zion! O Zion! Great will be thy triumph
When the King shall come; O Zion! O Zion! Thou shalt be exalted
When the King shall come.
When the ransomed of Jehovah,
From the East and from the West, Shall return with joy and gladness,
To receive the promised rest, — Then shall every tribe and nation
Out of every land be blessed,
And rejoicing they shall gather
When the King shall come.
May He find us, when He cometh,
Faithful watchers day and night,
At our royal post of duty,
With our armor shining bright;
May our lamps be trimmed and burning
With a clear and steady light,
That rejoicing we may gather
When the King shall come.
1896.
LOVING SAVIOUR, WITH THY
BLESSING. Loving Saviour, with Thy blessing
Thou hast filled our souls to-day; How the moments, bright with pleasure,
Like a dream have flown away! But to think that we must sever —
How it wrings our hearts with pain! Loving Saviour, in Thy mercy
Spare us all to meet again.
Mid these scenes of happy childhood,
O ’tis sweet awhile to dwell; But our joy is tinged with sadness,
For we now must say, Farewell; May the chain of Love and Friendship
Long unbroken still remain;
Loving Saviour, in Thy mercy
Spare us all to meet again.
When our fleeting years are ended,
And the day of life is o’er;
When our voices here are silent,
And our songs are heard no more, — In the realm of kindred spirits,
Free from every throb of pain,
Loving Saviour, in Thy mercy
Bring us all to meet again.