Poems Hymns Spiritual Songs: A Representative Collection
Edwin Brunswick Hartt
Table of Contents
A. B. C.
ALL the world is proven guilty,
All have sinned against their God,
All have wandered in their folly,
All have missed the narrow road.
Brief indeed your rapid transit,
Brief your time on earth to stay,
Brief your chances for salvation,
Brief for you salvation's day.
Come to Christ who now is calling,
Come and He will give you rest,
Come thou weary, heavy laden,
Come and be forever blest.
a Little While.
Heb. 10:37
A LITTLE while and He will say,
Arise My love, and come away;
We at His bidding shall arise
To join Him in the open skies.
A little while, how sweet 'twill be
From every form of evil free,
With all the ransomed saints to raise
Our songs to Him through endless days.
A little while and we shall rest,
Reposing on His loving breast,
All taint of sin shall be removed,
And we shall dwell with God's Beloved.
A little while and we shall trace,
Heaven's glory light upon His face,
And dwell with Him in scenes of light,
Himself our whole, our pure delight.
A little while, blest Saviour, come,
We long to be with Thee at home,
With spirit, soul and body free
To praise throughout eternity.
Accepted
Eph. 1:8
ACCEPTED in the Well Beloved,
But not through deeds of mine,
'Tis through the merits of the One
Both human and divine.
Accepted in the Well Beloved,
I stand in Him complete,
Redeemed, forgiven, brought to God,
Made for His presence meet.
Accepted in the Well Beloved,
God sees me now in Him,
In all the comeliness of Christ—
Heaven's blest and wondrous theme.
Accepted in the Well Beloved,—
Though clouds may dim the scene,
They ne'er can rob me of the place
I have, through grace, in Him.
Accepted in the Well Beloved
In whom all glories shine,—
Before the Father's face complete—
I'm His, and He is mine.
Accepted in the Well Beloved,
And soon in glory bright
With Him to dwell through endless days,
In scenes of purest light.
All the Way
ALL the way my Saviour leads me,
Step by step along the way,
Through a scene beset with trials,
On to heaven's eternal day.
Every moment as it passes,
'Neath His ever watchful eye,
Sending down His stores of mercy
From His treasury on high.
All the way His word directs me,
Through a dark and trackless scene,
As a lamp to guide my footsteps,
Where His blessed path has been.
Shining all along my pathway
Where so many snares abound;
There I learn to know His pleasure,
There it is His mind is found.
All the way His love sustains me,
Though my path be rough and long,
Every step He orders wisely,
I to Him, through grace belong.
Not a sorrow can befall me,
Not a heartache, or a sigh,
But He knows, and shares it with me,
As my Great High Priest on high.
All the way from earth to heaven,
He will guide me with His eye,
Till at last I'm safely sheltered
In the Father's house on high.
Then as I review His mercies,
And His ways of love retrace,
Through those long, eternal ages,
I shall praise Him face to face.
All the Way My Saviour Leads Me
ALL the way my Saviour leads me,
Be the path whate'er it may;
Comfort every step He gives me,
Daily He's my strength and stay.
Every step is strewn with mercies,
Faithful is my trusted Guide,
Guarding me each day from evil;
He is ever by my side.
In the midst of sorest trials
Joyful may my spirit be,
Knowing that whate'er befalls me
Love, His love will follow me.
Moving through a scene of trial
'Neath His canopy of love,
On to scenes of brightest glory,
Precious home prepared above.
Quietly I'd wait that moment
Resting on His loving breast,
Sounding forth the gospel message
Till I enter into rest.
Underneath His arms support me,
Vain for me to be afraid,
Waiting, watching for His coming,
Xtra grace in times of need.
Yet I would, while here abiding,
Zealous for my Master be.
All Things Work Together for Good, Etc.
Romans 8:28
EACH day as it enters, remember 'tis true,
That God in His word is now speaking to you,
And saying that "all things" are working for good
To them who are called as the chosen of God.
There may be a trial that's hard to endure,
And many a hardship and grief to be sure,
And oft you may wonder how such it can be,
That "all things are working for good" unto thee.
But here is your comfort, God knows it is best;
He knows too the needs-be for bringing the test;
The need for rough places as well as for smooth,
For all that befalls you is ordered in love.
Though trials are many, the word is from God,
That "all things" together shall work for your
good.
Ere long all the sorrows of life will be past,
And we shall have entered the glory at last;
And then we shall see how that "all things" have
been
For good unto those who have trusted in Him.
All Through My Pilgrim Days
ALL through my pilgrim days
Jesus is mine,
Ever His name be praised,
Jesus is mine;
He my Salvation is,
Life, Light and Righteousness;
Fruit of His wondrous grace,
Jesus is mine.
Though rough my path may be,
Jesus is mine,
Whether on land or sea,
Jesus is mine;
I've nothing now to fear,
Since He is ever near,
I'm to His heart so dear;
Jesus is mine.
Whether in joy or grief,
Jesus is mine,
Though life be long or brief.
Jesus is mine.
All that He sends to me,
Nothing but good can be,
This I shall some day see;
Jesus is mine.
Then in His home on high,
Jesus is mine,
Far, far beyond the sky,
Jesus is mine.
Soon I shall see Him there.
Soon meet Him in the air,
And all His glory share;
Jesus is mine.
Then through eternal days,
Jesus is mine,
Ceaseless my songs of praise,
Jesus is mine,
When I His face shall see,
When I with Him shall be,
To sing eternally,
Jesus is mine.
All Who Come to Christ Are Pardoned
ALL who come to Christ are pardoned,
All who come find perfect rest,
All the joy of heaven awaits you,
All who come to Him are blest.
Bear the cross and follow Jesus,
Bravely meet each subtle foe,
Bear on high His royal banner,
Bear a light where'er you go.
Call on Him in days of sorrow,
Cast on Him your every care, Comfort comes to those who trust Him,
Call on Him, He heareth prayer.
And Is It so — That I Shall See His Face?
AND is it so—that I shall see His face?
That I shall know the fullness of His grace?
That I, a sinner, vile and lost, undone,
Shall ever be with God's eternal Son?
And is it so—that in His home of light,
I am to dwell in infinite delight?
Throughout eternal ages to adore,
And dwell with Christ on heaven's eternal shore?
And is it so—that in those mansions fair,
Without a pain, a sorrow, or a care,
The One who bled and died upon the tree,
Will be my Portion for eternity?
Yes, it is so—these blessings all are mine,
The wondrous proof of grace and love divine,
Wrought out for me by Christ, the Son of Man,
Purposed for me before the world began.
Yes, it is so—ere long mine eyes shall see
The blessed One who wrought all this for me,
And in His presence find my sweet employ,
Himself my Portion, and my deepest joy.
Blest Moment of Supreme Delight
BLEST moment of supreme delight,
When Christ the Lord will call,
From earth, the grave, and from the sea,
His people, one and all;
To be with Him in yonder home,
Prepared for them on high,
Where joys eternal fill their gaze,
And tears ne'er dim the eye.
The moment when His heart will be
Forever satisfied,
And see the travail of His soul,
The ones for whom He died.
When we, in His blest likeness, rise
To meet Him in the air
Arrayed with Him in garments white,
And all His glory share.
Then 'mid those scenes of purest light,
Unsoiled, unmarred by sin,
Our happy hearts will find their joy,
Their whole delight in Him,
Who bore for us the judgment sore
Beneath God's chastening rod,
The Object of the Father's love,
Eternal Son of God.
Blest moment when He views His own
Close by. His trusted side,
All cleansed in His most precious blood,
His purchased, heavenly bride.
Then haste that day, most precious Lord,
For never can it be
That Thine own heart can be at rest
Till we're at home with Thee.
Bring in the Perishing
BRING in the perishing,
Tell them of Jesus,
Ready to save them from sin's dreadful doom,
Ready to pardon them,
Ready to cleanse them,
If they will trust Him and make Him their own.
Bring in the perishing,
Tell them of Jesus,
Ready to pardon them,
Willing to save.
Bring in the wanderers
Straying from Jesus,
On the broad pathway of ruin and shame:
Tell them of One who came
Down from the glory
Seeking to find all who wander from Him.
Bring in the wanderers,
Straying from Jesus,
He will receive them now,
Bring them to Him.
Bring in the careless ones,
Speak to their conscience,
Tell them of danger, of judgment to come;
Tell of the awful doom
Lying before them,
Point them to Jesus who lives on the throne.
Bring in the careless ones,
Tell them of Jesus
Waiting to welcome them,
Waiting to save.
Bring the Little Ones to Jesus
FELLOW Christian, God has given
To you a sacred work,
To gather in the little ones,
The charge, O! do not shirk.
He asks of you to bring to Him,
The young as well as old;
For in His sight the souls of men
Are far more worth than gold.
'Twas by the word that from His lips
The world and all therein
Came into being, but how great
The work of purging sin.
The soul of that dear little child,
Is precious in His sight,
And 'tis a privilege you have
To bring- him to the light.
O think of what a portion lies
Beyond the reach of hone.
Where every soul that knows not Christ
Will drink the bitter cup.
Store well their minds with sacred things.
The plain, pure gospel teach,
Leave it with Him to do the rest
And He their hearts will reach.
And if at times discouragements
Of every kind appear,
O falter not, remember to
The Saviour they are dear.
Just look upon that little child
And think of Satan's aim
To lead that precious soul astray
To suffer endless shame.
And would you let those souls be lost,
By carelessness to win
In early life, the little ones
Back from the paths of sin.
O Christian, seize the privilege
So quickly gliding o'er,
Tell to the little children
Christ lives for evermore.
Yes, tell to them that Jesus
To save their souls did die,
And tell them of the welcome
Awaiting them on high.
A little while, and Jesus
Will call you far away,
To spend with Him in glory
One endless, cloudless day.
O, may there be some jewels
To deck your crown up there;
The souls of little children
You won for Him while here.
Remember too in service,
'Tis only in His hand
You can draw the hearts of children
To that bright and better land.
Then seek with fervent purpose
The young to gather in,
And bring them unto Jesus
Saved from the paths of sin.
Children, I Shall Tell a Story
CHILDREN, I shall tell a story,
How a long, long time ago,
Lived a lad whose name was Joseph,
And his father loved him so.
Joseph pictures to us Jesus,
Whom the Father loved so well,
Loved Him from eternal ages,
With a love no tongue can tell.
So a coat of many colors
For his son, the father made;
Glad was he to see him wear it,
Glad to see him thus arrayed.
So we know that God the Father,
Gave to His eternal Son,
Glories far beyond our telling;
He, the heaven's beloved One.
Joseph dreamed the sheaves were bowing
To his sheaf, within the field;
When he told it to his brethren
They were angry; would not yield.
Thus the Jews once did to Jesus,
Would not bow to Him the knee,
Cried "away, we will not have Him,"
Nailed Him to the cruel tree.
Joseph, at his father's bidding,
Went to see his brethren dear;
In their hearts they planned to kill him,
When they saw him drawing near.
Jesus, at His Father's bidding
Came from brightest courts on high,
Jew and Gentile would not have Him,
Said that He must surely die.
But they stripped their brother Joseph,
Put him in a pit as well,
Sent him to a far off country;
Sad this story is to tell.
As for Christ, they stripped and mocked Him,
Placed His body in the tomb,
But He rose, and now is living,
Soon to call His people home.
All the time that Joseph's brethren
Thought they'd never see him more,
God was with him, and was blessing
Both in family and in store;
Now to Christ, a Man in glory,
Precious souls are gathered in,
From each tongue, and tribe, and nation,
From all avenues of sin.
Then, when Joseph's brethren saw him
Egypt's lord and ruler too,
How they wept and bowed before him,
Then, at last, his dream came true.
And the day is surely coming
When each knee will have to bow
To the precious name of Jesus—
Grace pleads—bow the knee e'en now.
Chosen
Eph. 1:4
CHOSEN in Christ ere time began,
Or earth's foundation laid,
That we, God's children, now might be
Holy and blameless made.
Chosen in Christ, what depths of grace
To sinners such as we—
Redemption through that precious blood
Poured forth on Calvary !
Chosen in Christ, accepted too,
In God's eternal Son,
The Object of His heart's delight,
The heaven's beloved One.
Chosen in Christ, how blest to know
All spiritual blessings stored
In "heavenly places" for His own,
For those in Christ the Lord.
Chosen in Christ, to be the praise
And glory of His grace,
In Him, God's well beloved Son,
Before the Father's face.
Chosen in Christ, that we might be
To His eternal praise,
And to the glory of His grace,
Through heaven's eternal days.
Christ
CHRIST my Saviour, Christ my Friend,
Christ my treasure without end;
Christ when waves of trouble roll,
Christ the comfort of my soul.
Christ though all around should fail,
Christ when enemies prevail;
Christ when false accusers rise,
Christ my solace in the skies.
Christ when days are dark and drear,
Christ when all around is clear;
Christ when all on earth is gone,
Christ my portion on the throne.
Christ at home, and Christ abroad,
Christ my company on the road;
Christ in sickness, Christ in health,
Christ in poverty and wealth.
Christ who once on earth has trod,
Christ the blessed Son of God;
Christ for time and Christ for aye,
Christ for all eternity.
Christ Is Coming
1 Thess. 4:16
MY brother, have you ever heard
That Christ the Lord will come
From earth, the grave, and from the sea,
To call His people home?
Ah yes, you say, I oft have heard
That faithful message given,
That Christ the Lord will come again
To take His saints to heaven.
And oft I've told the message too,
To others far and wide,
That Christ is coming soon to claim
His dearly purchased bride.
When first this hope to you was known,
With joy your heart would rise
And bid Him come, and call His own
To meet Him in the skies.
But time has come and gone since then,
With many changes too,
And does your heart long for that day
As once it used to do?
Or have the things of time come in—
However fond and fair—
To' rob you of that blessed hope—
His meeting in the air?
You say, my heart has now grown cold,
That hope has lost its power;
I've thought too much of earthly things
Which perish in an hour.
My brother, soon He'll come again
His ransomed Church to take;
Bestir thyself, shake off thy sloth,
He calls to you "awake."
Rise from thy slumber, call afresh
To Him whose coming's nigh,
For soon He'll call His people home
To mansions in the sky.
Come Unto Me.
“COME unto Me," no longer stay away,
The Saviour's voice is calling you today:
His heart of love is waiting to receive
The weary one who will on Him believe.
"Come unto Me," yea, come in all your need,
'Tis unto such He'll prove a Friend indeed;
Not one who comes will e'er be turned away,
He bids thee come, and come this very day.
"Come unto Me," your heart will be at peace,
Your sins be gone, He'll bid your sorrows cease,
He's waiting now, with arms extended wide—
It was for you He suffered, bled and died.
"Come unto Me," will you His call refuse?
Will you His love and mercy still abuse?
The door is open wide, O enter now,
Before Him as a guilty sinner bow.
"Come unto Me," He's calling once again,
And will that call to you be all in vain?
Decide your fate, remember you must be
In heaven or hell for all eternity.
Complete in Him
Col. 2:10
COMPLETE in Him, O wondrous grace
That brought me near to God !
In Him in whom all fulness dwells,
According to His word.
Complete in Him—no limit there—
Complete in Christ the Son,
Who now adorns the throne of God—
His well beloved One.
Complete in Him, yea even now
While through this world I roam!
Blest portion this as on I tread
Toward my eternal home.
Complete in Him through grace divine,
No fear, no distance now,
No cloud above, no spot within,
No grief need cloud the brow.
Complete in Him, and soon to be
Where I shall fully know
The depth, and length, and breadth and height,
Of love that made me so.
Complete in Him e'en now and here,
While in this vale of tears,
But more enjoyed and understood,
Through heaven's eternal years.
The Day Is Fast Approaching
THE day is fast approaching
When Jesus will appear,
A day of deepest sorrow,
A day of dread and fear.
When He, in brightest glory,
From heaven will come down,
By heavenly hosts attended,
To sit on David's throne.
His enemies will tremble,
Before Him bow the knee;
'Tis He, the Lord of glory
Whom every eye will see.
But e'er He comes in glory,
He'll call His own away,
To share His joys forever,
In heaven's unclouded day.
He'll give that shout, so welcome
To all who've known His love,
And in one brief, short moment,
They'll meet in clouds above.
The door which now stands open,
Will then be shut for aye,
Then comes, as Scripture tells us,
That fearful judgment day.
O, sinner, pause and listen,
To you the warning's given;
Where will you spend eternity,
In hell, or up in heaven?
In one of these 'tis certain,
You must forever dwell,
If you are not in heaven
You'll surely be in hell.
Death
D STANDS for danger
For all who delay,
Who put off salvation
To some future day.
E for eternity—
List while I tell,
You'll spend it forever
In heaven or hell.
A stands for all,
And there's offered to you
A full, free salvation,
And nothing to do.
T stands for taking
From God's heart of love
The gift that He offers—
His Son from above.
H is for heaven,
And also for hell,
In one or the other
You surely must dwell.
Since danger is near you,
Eternity too, Salvation for all,
Offered freely to you.
Then taking His Son
As your Saviour and Friend,
In heaven you'll be—
Blessed day without end.
Do You Value the World With Its Pleasures and Joys
Do you value the world with its pleasures and joys,
With its riches, its honors, its fame,
More than Christ, and the joys that in Him can he found
In the sweetness and worth of His name?
If it's true you have chosen this world and not Christ,
Those pleasures that last for a day,
This choice will but lead you to sorrow and shame;
Far from God you are going astray.
It may be you say, "I'll have Christ AND the world,"
But this you will find cannot be;
A friend of the world is a foe unto God,
And these two can never agree.
O Christian, be loyal, be true to His word,
Let your light for your Saviour be bright,
The world lies in darkness, is far, far from God,
But you are a child of the light.
This world knows not God, and is lying in sin,
Is a foe both to Christ and to God,
Then Christian be faithful, whole hearted and true,
And walk in the light of His word.
Let your object be Christ in whatever you do,
Make His interests your only delight,
Follow hard in the path He has marked in His word,
Till with Him in those mansions of light.
Everlasting Glory
EVERLASTING glory
Be to Him who died;
Be to Him who suffered,
Who was crucified.
Sing aloud His praises,
Spread His fame abroad,
His who came to Bethlehem
From the throne of God.
Tell of Him who journeyed
Through this world of sin,
As a Man of sorrows,
Our poor hearts to win.
How He fed the hungry,
Raised to life the dead,
Comforted the mourners
With the words He said.
Tell of Him who suffered
On the cruel tree,
Gave His life a ransom
Upon Calvary.
How He rose victorious
From the silent grave,
Lives in brightest glory
Mighty now to save.
Tell of Him who's coming
Soon to claim His own,
Soon to have them with Him
Seated on His throne.
Bid the lost to trust Him
Now in mercy's day,
None who come to Jesus
Will be turned away.
Excuses
"Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the
manner of some is; but exhorting one another; and so much
the more, as ye see the day approaching." Hebrews 10:25.
I CANNOT go to meet the Lord,
As some will do today;
I do not feel so very well,
So I shall stay away.
The night is wet and I can't go
Where saints are met for prayer;
'Tis only when the night is clear
That I am going there.
It is too cold for me to go,
This reading meeting night;
To risk my health by going there,
I think would not be right.
I know the gospel will be preached—
That message all so true;
But 'tis too dark, the way's too long,
I surely cannot go.
I'd like to hear a brother speak,
But I cannot sit long;
'Tis such a burden unto one
Who is not very strong.
I have so many things to do,
I really am not able
To go to evening gatherings,
Or often to His Table.
Now is there not some remedy
For all this sad abuse
Of Christian rights and privilege,
And flimsy poor excuse?
Ah, yes! 'tis when the heart is right,
And happy with the Lord,
Excuses fail, and glad response
Is given to the-Word.
A heart that's right with God
Will oft with saints be gathered round
The One who says, "With such as these
My presence will be found."
Ere long, the privilege we're given,
For ever passed away,
And we shall with God's Beloved dwell
Through God's eternal day.
Let us no more excuses make,
But ever seek to be
Oft in the company of those
Who soon their Lord will see.
Thus if we're faithful to His Word
And oft together come,
We shall a happy foretaste have
Of that blest rest of HOME.
Father, I Own Thy Love to Me
FATHER, I own Thy love to me,
Unworthy and undone;
To save me from my lost estate
Thou gav'st Thine only Son.
Thy Son—whom from eternal days
The object of Thy love—
Thou did'st in Thy great mercy send
To bring me home above.
And He, obedient to Thy will,
Did'st leave Thy home on high,
To save a lost and ruined race,
On Calvary's cross to die.
That love has filled this heart of mine
With joy and praise divine,
But sweeter far my praise shall be
When I in glory shine.
O blessed Saviour, Thou did'st come
To do Thy Father's will,
In all Thy words, in all Thy ways
Thou did'st His word fulfill.
Altho' Thy path thro' this poor world
Was set with sorrows round,
E'en to Thine enemies, Thou did'st
In love and grace abound.
To Calvary, with its grief and shame,
Thy lowly pathway led;
Thou, as a sacrifice for sin,
Wast numbered with the dead.
Though death's cold grasp might seek to hold
Thy body in the grave,
Thou did'st, by Thine own power arise,
The mighty One to save.
And back to glory Thou halt gone
Thy people's cause to plead,
As Great High Priest Thou sittest there,
For every hour of need.
And soon in glory Thou wilt come,
And call Thy people home,
That day for which Thou'st waited long—
Lord Jesus quickly come.
The Flight of Time
SPEED on, thou wheel of time,
Roll on your mighty course,
Let come whatever seemeth best—
Bright, pleasing, or reverse;
Washed in the Saviour's blood,
I have no need of fear,
Each moment speeds me on my way,
His heavenly home to share.
The trials may be fierce
Which strew my pilgrim way,
A few more fleeting hours at most,
And then eternal day.
What though my path should be
With sorrows compassed round,
'Tis sweet to know that in them all
His comfort can be found.
Each test that comes, but proves
We have a God above
Who orders all for those,
The objects of His love.
Then onward speed your course,
Bring on what e'er you will,
A little while and then—
Time's wheel will e're be still.
Eternity begun
On yonder peaceful shore;
Eternally with Him I love;
Then time for me is o'er.
For Me the Lord of Glory Bled
FOR me the Lord of glory bled,
For me His precious blood was shed,
And 'twas for me the Victor rose
Triumphant over all His foes.
Ere long His own shall meet Him there
In yonder city bright and fair,
And not a cloud will e'er arise
To hide Him from His servants' eyes.
O what a portion thus to be
With Him who died on Calvary,
And in those scenes of light above
Back in the sunshine of His love!
Forever
COULD you each drop of water count
in ocean, lake and sea,
And to each one add millions more,
how great the sum would be.
Then count the blades of grass that grow,
the leaves on every tree,
The sands upon the ocean's shore,
the sum would greater be.
Then count the miles that lie between
the earth and every star,
How this would make the total swell
to numbers greater far.
Then count the many millions who
upon this earth have lived,
And all the words that they have said,
who could the total give?
Count blossoms from the trees that blow,
and drops of morning dew,
And all the atoms in the air,
what is the sum, think you?
Then count the moments that have fled
since time at first begun,
And all the moments yet to come
before time will be done.
To this vast total, ages add, then many ages more,
"Forever" goes beyond them all—
no end, for evermore.
Redeemed sinners saved by grace
will spend forever where
The Lord Himself will be their joy;
I ask, will you be there?
The lost will spend forever in
hell's dreary, dark despair,
O, let me say, dear friend, be wise,
don't spend forever there!
Trust in the Lord while now you may,
plead now His precious blood,
And then forever you will be
with Christ, the Son of God.
Foxes Have Their Place of Rest
FOXES have their place of rest,
Birds have where to build their nest,
But the Son of Man, 'tis said,
Had not where to lay His head.
God Gave Me Two Eyes That I Might See
GOD gave me two eyes that I might see
Wonderful things in His word for me;
That I might there great things behold,
Find riches and treasures worth more than gold.
God gave me two ears that I might hear
His words of comfort, of rest and cheer;
That I might always hear Him say,
I am The Truth, The Life, The Way.
God gave me two feet that I might walk
The narrow path however dark;
That I might tread the path He trod,
The narrow way to the throne of God.
God gave me two hands that I might yield
My labors to Him in the gospel field;
That I might work, with a willing mind,
To spread the glad tidings to all mankind.
God gave me a tongue to speak His truth,
To tell of His love in age and youth,
To tell of the One who came to save,
Who conquered the power of death and the grave.
God gave me a heart with which to love
The Saviour who came from the throne above,
And day by day I would love Him more,
Till I meet Him on heaven's eternal shore.
Then take them Lord Jesus, and let them be
Willingly given each day to Thee,
And when in the glory I bow at Thy feet,
I shall give Thee the honor, the glory that's meet.
Gracious, Patient Sufferer, Thou
Gracious, Patient Sufferer, Thou
Unto Thee our hearts we bow,
May we, Thy people, ever see,
Our daily pattern, Lord, in Thee.
One by one He's wisely fitting,
Each to fill his destined place,
Stones of rare and costly structure,
From a lost and fallen race.
Soon shall we see His face,
And in His love delight,
And walk with Him the street of gold,
Through scenes of purest light.
We soon shall hear His voice,
And see His blessed face,
And at His feet adoring bend,
Fruit of His boundless grace.
Growing Old?
IT is not I that's growing old,
'Tis but this human frame;
The tabernacle where I dwell;
Not I, blest be His name.
It is not I that's growing old,
This tenament of clay
May weaken, totter, tumble down,
But I was made for aye.
It is not I that's growing old;
The outward may decay,
The inner man God does renew,
And strengthen day by day.
It is not I that's growing old,
For I ere long shall be
Changed to the image of my Lord,
His blessed face to see.
Hark to the Words of Jesus
HARK to the words of Jesus,
Behold I'll come again,
I'm coming for My people,
I'm coming too, to reign:
I'm coming in a moment,
The twinkling of an eye,
To call My ransomed people
To be with Me on high.
I'll raise the ones now sleeping,
And those alive, will be
With them caught up to glory,
My face they then will see.
I'll call my blood-bought people
To meet Me in the air,
My Father's house made ready,—
That home with Me to share.
And angels have proclaimed it,
List to the words they say,
This selfsame One who's taken,
Shall come again some day.
And many a faithful servant
His voice has raised aloud,
He'll call His blood-bought people
To meet Him in the cloud.
His Church will then be with
Him, The object of His love,
His precious, priceless treasure,
Safe in His home above.
For this His heart has waited
In patience, all these years,
While she has journeyed onward
Through earth's sad vale of tears.
He'll have her in the glory,
The one for whom He died,
Fruit of His soul's deep travail,
And He'll be satisfied.
Transformed into His likeness,
She'll see Him face to face,
Forever to adore Him
For all His love and grace.
He Surely Is Coming Soon
SOON Jesus will come, for the daylight is dawning,
He's coming to call all His ransomed ones home,
His voice may be heard in the night or the morning—
He surely is coming soon.
E'er long He will come, and the call will be given,
His people will meet Him in glory on high,
Be taken by Him, from the earth to the heaven—
He surely is coming soon.
How bright is the prospect now lying before us,
Of seeing the One who once hung on the tree,
Of being with Him in His home in the glory—
He surely is coming soon.
All changed in a moment, transformed to His likeness,
In heavenly glory, the glory divine,
When once in his presence, no more to be parted—
He surely is coming soon.
The night of His absence is growing still darker,
The Star of the morning will soon be in view,
Take courage, dear Christian, you soon will behold Him—
He surely is coming soon.
O Christian, be ready, be waiting and watching,
Have on the whole armor, the armor of God,
From the head to the feet may there no part be lacking—
He surely is coming soon.
Rejoice then, ye saints, for the moment is nearing
When heaven and earth will be filled with His praise,
No sorrow, no crying, no pain and no dying—
He surely is coming soon.
He Who the Earth and Heaven Made
HE who the earth and heaven made,
The sea and all therein,
Came to this world in human form,
To put away our sin.
He, as a babe in Bethlehem lay—
How wonderful the sight,
He came, our ruined souls to take
To scenes of purest light.
His feet this weary desert trod,
For three and thirty years,
He healed the sick, He raised the dead,
He dried the mourners' tears.
No place for Him in this sad world,
No place to lay His head!
Though rightful heir to David's throne,
He had a cross instead.
His blessed hands and feet were nailed
To Calvary's cruel tree,
His form was scarred, His visage marred,
For sinners such as we.
He broke the power of death, and rose
Triumphant o'er the grave,
And now He lives in glory bright,
The mighty One to save.
But soon He'll come and raise the dead,
His living saints will rise,
And in the twinkling of an eye
Will meet Him in the skies.
Then in that home of cloudless day,
Our one supreme delight
Will be to see His blessed face,
And in His love delight.
He Will Give You Strength and Wisdom
HE will give you strength and wisdom
For the work you have begun,
And the fruit is sure to follow
When your work is fully done.
High in the Glory
HIGH in the glory
Sits the blessed Son who died,
Crowned in the glory
At the Father's side;
O, the joy transcendent
When His ransomed ones will he
Safe in all His glory
For eternity !
Blessed Redeemer,
Thou wilt then be satisfied;
With Thee, in glory,
Own Thy ransomed bride.
There in the glory
Thou art watching o'er Thine own,
Precious Thy people
Whom Thou hast foreknown;
In those heights of glory,
Still Thy watchful eyes are here,
Caring for Thy people
To Thine heart so dear.
Blessed Lord Jesus,
Thou art living there for me,
Whilst still I'm waiting
Thy blest face to see.
There in the glory
With my Saviour face to face,
I shall adore Him
For His wondrous grace.
At His side forever,
Nevermore to go astray,
Finding Him my portion,
My eternal stay.
Hasten that moment
When Thine own will be at rest,
Safely reposing
On Thy loving breast.
His Guiding Hand
WHEN I trace the way He's led me
Through the many years gone by,
Brought me through each sore temptation,
Sent me comfort from on high;
Kept me in the hour of trial
When the tempter's voice was heard,
In my soul I've heard him whisper,
"Child of God, hold fast My word."
Then I've found the strength I've needed,
And my soul been filled with praise,
All temptations lost their power,
And He kept me in His ways.
When I look into the future,
Think of what I yet may meet,
Of the way the subtle tempter
Spreads his snares to catch my feet;
Of his vile and subtle purpose
To entice me, day by day,
From the path where God has called me,
From the straight and narrow way;
Into what defiles the conscience,
Brings dishonor on the Lord,
Gives the enemy occasion
To blaspheme God's holy word—
Then mine eye would turn to Jesus,
Seated on the Father's throne;
See Him there my Intercessor,
Pleading for His feeble one;
With a prayer to Him ascending,
Saviour, keep me when I call,
Hold me by Thy mighty power,
Keep, or I shall surely fall;
Put Thine arms of love around me,
Let me feel Thy presence nigh,
Keep me, Lord, O keep me ever,
Till with Thee I rest on high.
How Deep Is the Love of the Heart of Our God
HOW deep is the love of the heart of our God,
Told out in th' obedience of One
Who laid down His life upon Calvary's cross;
Th' eternal, and co-equal Son.
No river so wide as the love of our God,
No ocean so deep, or so broad,
No mountain so high, no power so great,
No love like the love of our God.
That love was revealed in the gift of His Son,
Who came down from heaven to earth;
His Son co-eternal,—co-equal, divine,
Yet humble, and lowly in birth.
Each step of His pathway unfolded that love,
That dwells in the heart of our God,
Fresh glories and beauties each day were displayed,
In the path which the "Nazarene" trod.
On Calvary, there has that love been revealed,
In its length, in its depth, in its height,
When Jesus, as Substitute suffered for sin,
In the blackness and darkness of night.
That we might be saved from eternal despair,
From our sins, from the curse, and from hell,
God laid all the sins of His people on Him ;
On the Son whom He loved so well.
That love will display us in glory ere long,
And from Him we never shall part;
With Him we shall walk in our garments of white,
And know all the love of His heart.
How Quickly the Moments Are Passing Away
HOW quickly the moments are passing away
And speeding us onward to heaven's bright day,
But knowing His love, we have nothing to fear,
For nothing can harm us while Jesus is near.
This scene with its changes e'er long will be past,
And then we shall be in His presence at last,
And finding our rest, and our joy in His love,
While dwelling with Him in those mansions above.
How precious the thought we shall see Him e'er long,
And join in the chorus of heaven's new song,
His face in the glory we then shall behold,
In wonder exclaim that the half was not told.
Our rest will be perfect, our joy be complete—
To share all His glory we now are made meet,
In spirit, and body, and soul to be there,
And know what it is, all His glory to share.
The Man in the glory we're waiting to see,
The One who once suffered, and died on the tree;
His presence in glory makes heaven our home,
And we shall be with Him, no longer to roam.
Then keep us, blest Saviour, with lamps burning bright,
And cleaving to Thee through this long dreary night,
Each moment beholding fresh proofs of Thy love,
Till with Thee, and like Thee, in heaven above.
How Sweet Is the Story That God Did Provide
HOW sweet is the story that God did provide
A pardon for sinners, through Christ crucified,
On Calvary's cross full atonement was made;
For all who believe Him the debt has been paid.
Refrain—
Dying for me,
Dying for me,
Thou blessed Redeemer
I'm trusting in Thee.
'Mid the darkness of Calvary's most terrible hour,
Where sin and where Satan exerted their power,
The Saviour in triumph the victory won,
God's blessed, eternal, His well belov'd Son.
Salvation is offered to all who believe,
To all who the Saviour by faith will receive,
Then linger no longer but come while you may,
A full, free salvation He offers today.
How sweet 'tis to know that on Calvary's tree
A perfect salvation was wrought out for thee,
Then trust in the work that Another has done,
The One who is now seated high on the throne.
I Am Redeemed
ONCE a slave to sin and Satan,
Now redeemed and brought to God;
Heir of God, joint heir with Jesus,
Glorious triumph of His blood.
I'm redeemed, but not with silver;
I'm redeemed, but not with gold;
With the precious blood of Jesus—
Sweetest story ever told
With the blood of Christ redeemed,
Precious price beyond compare;
With the blood of Calvary's victim
'Twas for me He suffered there.
All my sins were laid upon Him,
Jesus bore them on the tree;
I'm redeemed to God forever,
Through the work of Calvary.
Soon in scenes of brightest glory
With the whole redeemed throng,
I shall sing redemption's story,
Which the ages will prolong.
in All Thy Ways Acknowledge Him, and He Shall Direct Thy Paths.
Pro. 3:6
IN all thy ways acknowledge Him
What e'er thy path may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
And He'll direct for thee.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him,
Though cares like billows roll,
Tell all to Him who loves to hear,
And peace will fill thy soul.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him,
Though dark the path may be;
Directed by the One who knows,
All good will follow thee.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him,
Through sore temptations here,
Till with Himself in heavenly light,
His glory you will share.
In the Midst
John 19:18
IN the midst of thieves on Calvary,
Christ the Saviour bled,
Bore the storm of wrath and judgment,
In His people's stead.
John 20:19
In the midst of His disciples,
Risen from the dead,
In the power of resurrection,
"Peace to you" He said.
Matt. 18:20
In the midst of those now gathered
To His precious name,
And to faith so real and present,
Evermore the same.
Rev. 5:6
In the midst, in scenes of glory,
As the Lamb once slain,
We ere long shall see Him coming
Over all to reign.
Isaiah 41:10
FEAR thou not, for I am with thee,
Be not thou dismayed,
I thy God am ever with thee;
Wherefore be afraid?
I will strengthen, I will help thee,
Held with My right hand,
Not a foe can ever harm thee,
Therefore, fearless stand.
J-O-Y
JESUS alone can fill thy soul
With peace and joy divine;
He only can give perfect rest
To that poor heart of thine.
Others should be your great concern,
In serving them, serve Him;
And give to them what He gives you,
Making Himself your theme.
Yourself you should not think of much,
Leave all your care with Him;
Seek first what's pleasing in His sight,
And precious souls to win.
Then may this joy your spirit fill,
As through this waste you roam,
Till in the Father's house on high,
You know the joy of home.
Jesus Loves Me
JESUS loves the little children,
Ever watchful is His care,
And He warms, and clothes, and feeds them,
And He listens to their prayer.
Though He's high in heavenly glory,
Still His watchful eyes are here,
Ever on the ones who trust Him,
To His loving heart so dear.
Jesus loves the little children,
He, for them, on Calvary died,
And by wicked hands was smitten,
Mocked, and scorned, and crucified.
Death's strong hold could not retain Him,
For He left the silent grave;
Broke the power of death and Satan,
Mighty Conqueror now to save.
Jesus loves the little children,
And for them went up on high,
And His home is now made ready,
Far above the starry sky.
Soon He'll come for all who love Him,
Take them to His home above,
Where they'll know in all its fulness,
His unchanging, ceaseless love.
Jesus loves the little children,
He would have you trust Him now;
Own Him as your Lord and Master,
Lowly now before Him bow.
Then through life you'll find Him precious,
He will be your strength and stay,
And when life for you is ended,
With Him you will ever be.
Jesus, the Saviour of Sinners
JESUS, the Saviour of sinners,
Suffered on Calvary's tree;
Purchased a perfect salvation,
That saves a poor sinner like thee.
Refrain—
Saviour of sinners,
Dying for you and for me;
A full and a perfect salvation,
He offers so freely to thee.
Jesus, the Saviour of sinners,
Has love in His heart to receive
The one who will come at His bidding,
And on Him as Saviour believe.
Jesus, the Saviour of sinners,
Will ne'er send a sinner away
While mercy is flowing so freely;
So come to Him NOW while you may.
Jesus, the Saviour of sinners,
Is ready to save you today;
Then turn not away from His pleadings;
Poor sinner, no longer delay.
Jesus, the Saviour of sinners,
Soon for His people will come,
Then close with His offers of mercy,
And share His bright heavenly home.
JESUS be Thou my joy on earth,
As Thou wilt be in heaven—
And may each moment as it flies
To Thee alone be given.
John 3:16
GOD, moved in sympathy to man
SO very far from Him,
LOVED to reveal himself in grace
THE heart of man to win.
The WORLD had wandered far from God,
And in THAT distance lay
Till HE in mercy interposed
And GAVE His Son to die.
HIS Son He gave our hearts to win—
His ONLY Son from heaven—
Only BEGOTTEN Son was He—
That SON for us was given.
THAT tells His heart of love for us,
And WHOSOEVER here
BELIEVETH in His precious name,
Shall IN His glory share.
All who in HIM have placed their trust
SHOULD ever seek and pray
Their hearts might NOT on things be set
That PERISH in a day;
BUT follow in His footsteps here,
And HAVE their hopes above
Where EVERLASTING glory reigns,
A LIFE of peace and love.
Just to Be Like Jesus
JUST to be like Jesus,
The blessed Christ of God,
Who from our sins has freed us
With His most precious blood.
O! just to be like Jesus
In yonder home of light,
To find in Him our portion,
Our source of pure delight.
O! just to be like Jesus,
And round His feet to throng;
To cast our crowns before Him,
To sing the endless song.
Soon shall we be like Jesus,
Soon, soon shall hear His call,
We then shall gather round Him,
And low before Him fall.
Then let us wait with patience
To hear Him bid us come
To be with Him in glory,
To know the rest of HOME.
Just to Take Whate'er He Sendeth
JUST to take whate'er He sendeth
From His heart and hand,
For each trial that befalls us
Comes at His command.
Fierce the storm may rage around me,
I have naught to fear;
From Himself there comes a whisper
Saying, Child, I'm near.
Justified
I'M justified by grace divine, (Romans 3:24)
Before My God I stand
Without a charge of guilt to fear,
Or judgment from His hand.
I'm justified through blood alone, (Romans 5:9)
Which He on Calvary shed,
That precious blood alone avails
For sinners lost and dead.
I'm justified by simple faith, (Romans 5:1)
At perfect peace with God,
Through Him who now in glory sits,
Who once this desert trod.
I'm justified by works as well, (James 2)
Before the eyes of men,
But not before the eyes of God,
No works are needed then.
Grace is the source, and blood the ground,
And faith the simple means,
And works the proof what God has wrought
'Mid earth's defiling scenes.
Let Us Go to the Other Side.
On Way to Barbados
November 12, '07
SAILING o'er the mighty ocean,
Plowing through the deep;
On I hasten in His service,
And His hand doth keep.
As I gaze upon the ocean,
View the mighty sea,
Sacred thoughts come back to cheer me,
Of lone Galilee.
Once our blessed Saviour pillowed
There His weary head,
Resting from His faithful service,
By His Father led.
Suddenly the wind arose
Beating high the tide,
And His small band of followers
To their Master cried.
"Master, save us, or we perish,"
This their earnest call,
He arose and stilled the tempest,
Waves and wind did fall.
And 'tis He, who in that vessel
Bade the storm be still,
Holds the reins of all creation
Subject to His will.
So the thought that He is caring
Even now for me,
Gives me confidence to trust Him
Out upon the sea.
Not one evil can befall me
Underneath His eye,
For His ear is ever open
To my every cry. So I ask Him to protect me,
And my loved ones too;
Thus I spread out all before Him,
All His will to do.
So with Him as my Companion
O'er the water's crest,
I can know the joy of leaning
On His loving breast.
All the path that I am treading
He has trod before,
Sure His hand will safely guide me
Onward to the shore.
So I cast on Him my burden,
Roll on Him my care,
Leave myself and all my loved ones
Safely resting there.
Let Us Sing of the Lamb Who Was Slain
LET us sing of the Lamb who was slain,
Of the One who on Calvary bled,
Who has gone back to heaven again,
Nevermore to be sealed with the dead.
Refrain—
Let us sing—of the Lamb,
Of the Lamb who on Calvary bled.
There is cleansing and pardon today,
For all who will come at His word,
There is peace and forgiveness for aye
To all who confess Him as Lord.
On the cross "It is finished" He cried,
The great work of redemption is done,
And the Father is now glorified,
And on high has exalted His Son.
Then to Him who is high on the throne,
Let the sinner for mercy repair;
Since the blood that for sin did atone,
Gives him right to those mansions so fair
We shall sing of the One who has died,
Of the Surety Who suffered alone,
Who opened love's flood-gates so wide,
And is seated on high on the throne.
Life
LIFE is alone in Jesus found,
In Him who came from heaven,—
To those who trust His precious blood
This life is freely given.
By faith the one, now dead in sins,
Believes in Christ and lives,
For, 'tis to such, the Saviour God
This life eternal gives.
In Him believers are secure,
Their sins are washed away,
Sealed by the Holy Spirit too,
Unto redemption's day.
And thus they're linked with Christ on high,
The Church's glorious Head,
Who soon will come to claim His own,
The living and the dead.
Far, far beyond the starry sky,
Upon the throne of God,
We see the One who is our life,
Who once on earth hast trod.
For us His precious blood He gave
To save our souls from hell,
And take us to His Father's home-
O who that love can tell?
Eternal is the life He gives
To all who do believe,
To all who feel their need of Him,
And Jesus Christ receive.
And soon within that happy land,
Before His feet will fall,
All those who sing th' eternal song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Lines Suggested on Hearing One Speak More of the Christian's Blessings, Than of the Blesser Himself
THEY tell me of the glory
of yonder home of light,
The many, many mansions
of pure and true delight ;
The walls of purest jasper,
the gates of jewels rare ;
The street of gold transparent
the saints will walk when there ;
The song which ransomed sinners
will sing in sweetest tone,
As one and all they gather
around th' eternal throne ;
The meeting there of Loved ones
who've long since gone before,
Embraced and gladly welcomed
on yonder peaceful shore.
They speak to me of heaven
where God's redeemed shall dwell ;
The Father's house where pleasures
are more than tongue can tell:
They speak to me of freedom
from sickness, pain and tears,
From sorrow, care, temptation,
from death and all its fears;
Of rest supreme, eternal,
ne'er soiled by sin's rude hand,
Mid scenes of brightest glory
within Emmanuel's land—
But all these put together,
with countless joys beside,
Could never meet the longings
of one for whom Christ died.
The Babe of Bethlehem's manger,
the One of humble birth,
Despised on earth, a Stranger—
yea, none could tell His worth ;
The mighty God, Creator,
of earth and skies above,
Who in each word and action
made known the Father's love ;
The One with love so boundless
for sinners such as we,
Laid down His life a ransom
on Calvary's cruel tree !
'Tis He, the Lord of glory,
my heart so longs to see ;
'Tis where He is—His presence,
makes heaven heaven to me.
Lord hasten that blest moment,
when with Thyself on high
My heart with joyous rapture
will swell the jubilee !
Thyself my home eternal—
my head upon Thy breast—
Full satisfying portion,
my life, my joy, my rest,
Little Children, We Would Tell You
LITTLE children, we would tell you,
How that Jesus came to save;
How He left His home in glory,
For the cross, and for the grave.
He, in love for little children,
Died upon the cruel cross,
Gave up all He had to save you,
For your sake He suffered loss.
While on earth He loved the children,
And would take them in His arms,
There to richly, fully bless them,
Shield them too from many harms.
Mothers oft would throng around Him,
They would have their children blest,
And He ne'er would disappoint them,
But would set their hearts at rest.
Though He lives in brightest glory,
As a Man upon the throne,
Still His heart is just as tender,
Loves you as a little one.
Has your heart been won to Jesus?
Can you say you love Him too?
Think of how He loves the children,
And if so, He must love you.
Since He loves you, do you love Him?
Yes, you say, I love Him well,
Then in all your words and actions,
Let your life His praises tell.
The Little Ones May Come to God
THE little ones may come to God
And have their sins forgiven,
May start to tread the narrow road
That leads them up to heaven.
Refrain
O come, O come, dear little child,
For Jesus will receive,
He'll take you as His little lamb,
If you in Him believe.
Come unto Me, the Saviour cries,
And I will give you rest,
I'll fold you as My little lamb
Forever to My breast.
If you should wait till you are old,
You may not come at all,
The day of grace will soon be gone,
When 'twill be vain to call.
In accents sweet He calls again,
Now is salvation's day,
Salvation now is free to all,
Then come, O! don't delay.
Dear children, Jesus wants to save
Your precious soul today,
For all who trust His precious blood
Their sins are washed away.
He's calling now to boys and girls,
With arms extended wide,
And all who come will be forgiven,
Not one will be denied.
The Lord Is Risen
HOW bright that resurrection morn
When Christ the Saviour rose
Triumphant o'er the power of death,
The spoiler of our foes.
What cause for joy, that He the Lord
Is risen from the dead,
And now, as Man, He sits on high
The Church's glorious Head.
How great the joy the Father had,
Who, from the silent grave
Brought forth the Shepherd of the sheep,
All powerful to save.
How deep and full the Saviour's joy,
That resurrection day,
In death He glorified His God,
And took our sins away.
And then how great the joy of those
Who did their Saviour see,
Who heard Him speak those wondrous words,
"Peace," "peace be unto thee."
And O! since then, how great the joy
So many more have known;
Since He who broke the bands of death
Is now upon the throne.
And soon the glorious day will come,
When others are to share
The joy of resurrection power,
And meet Him in the air.
And then, "O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, thy victory where"?
Will be the resurrection shout—
That morning—O how fair !
And then, through that eternal day,
Our praises will ascend
To Him, who broke the bands of death,
Our never-failing Friend.
Lord Jesus, Soon This Heart Will Be
LORD Jesus, soon this heart will be
Forever satisfied with Thee;
When I behold Thee face to face
And prove the riches of Thy grace.
Luke 15
AFAR from home and loved ones
In distant lands to roam,
He sought to find his pleasures
Far, far away from home.
With pockets full of money,
With spirits bright and gay,
He left his home of childhood
And wandered far away.
Soon time brought on its changes,
And sin its issues too,
"The way of the transgressor
Is hard," is surely true.
His money all was wasted,
His friends proved all untrue,
He had no home or shelter,
So what was he to do?
A citizen employed him,
His hungry swine to feed,
But in his rags and tatters
He felt his utter need.
His thoughts were carried backward
To home, and father too,
To those he badly treated,
And yet who loved him so.
I'll rise and go to father,
And to him I shall say,
I've sinned against high heaven,
I've sinned as well 'gainst thee.
I am no longer worthy
To claim the place of son;
Make me a hired servant;
I've sinned in what I've done.
And when the aged father
Beheld him as he came,
He ran, with arms wide open,
And cried, he's home again.
The best robe bring, and sandals,
And place on him the ring,
The fatted calf make ready,
And sweetest music bring.
My son, once dead, now living,
Once lost, indeed is found;
My heart is full of gladness,
Go spread the news around.
How all this tells a story
Of how God's heart divine,
Welcomes a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine.
The prodigal He'll pardon,
And with His robe invest,
Will cover him with kisses,
And fold him to His breast.
Come now to Him who loves you,
No longer stay away,
He's ready to receive you,
Now is salvation's day.
Ere yet another morning
Your spirit may have fled,
And your poor, lifeless body
Be numbered with the dead.
Then as a guilty sinner,
To God, through Christ repair,
And through eternal ages
His glory you will share.
Many Little Ones Are Reading
MANY little ones are reading
God's most sacred Word,
Finding answers to the Questions;
Learning of the Lord.
Many little eyes are scanning
Through the sacred page,
Thus the Word of God they're learning
At an early age.
Many little hands are writing
What God's Word has said,
And their little hearts are feeding
On the heavenly Bread.
May they, each in early childhood
Learn to trust the Lord,
And their lives be formed and fashioned
By God's Holy Word.
Matt. 18:20
GATHERED to Thy Name, Lord Jesus,
To Thy Name alone,
This our true and only Center,
None beside we own.
By Thy Holy Spirit gathered,
Objects of His care,
Not a matter of our choosing,
He has brought us there.
Thus with others brought together,
Be they two or three,
We have Thine own Word which tells us,
Thou wilt with us be.
Other names and other centers,
We would lay aside,
'Tis enough that Thou art with us,
We have naught beside.
Keep us, Lord, in days of ruin,
Gathered thus to Thee,
In the path of separation,
Till Thy face we see.
My Bible and I
WE'VE traveled together through life's rugged way,
O'er land and o'er water, by night and by day;
To travel without it I never would try;
We keep close together, my Bible and I.
In sorrow I've proved it my comfort and joy,
When weak, my strong tower which naught can
destroy;
Tho' death press upon me, the thought I may die,
We still are together, my Bible and I.
If powers of evil against me should come,
And threaten to rob me of heaven and home,
God's Word then directs me to Him in the sky;
And nothing can part us, my Bible and I.
When evil temptations are brought to my view,
And I, in my weakness, know not what to do,
On Christ, as my strength I am taught to rely;
So we keep on together, my Bible and I.
When life's path is ended; if Jesus should come
And take to Himself His dear purchased ones
home,
Or if, in long-suffering He waits till I die,
We shall never be parted, my Bible and I.
And when in the glory my Lord I behold,
With all His redeemed gathered safe in the fold,
My Bible and I close companions shall be,
For God's Word abides for all eternity.
My Desire
LORD, take my life and let it be
Completely given up to Thee.
Take Thou my mind and let it rove—
Through those bright scenes—on things above.
Take Thou my lips and let them tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
Take Thou my hands and set them free
To labor in this world for Thee.
Take Thou my feet and let them run
Till all my work for Thee is done.
Take Thou my heart that I may be
Delighting always, Lord, in Thee.
Until my path on earth is trod,
May I my members yield to God.
May this my happy service be
While waiting Lord, Thy face to see.
My Precious Bible
I LOVE my precious Bible,
It is God's word to me,
A light amid the darkness
By which my path I see.
I love my precious Bible,
God's word of love and light,
It cheers me on my pathway ;
It guides my way aright.
I love my precious Bible,
For in it I can see
God's love as told in Jesus
Who bled and died for me.
I love my precious Bible,
No other book so dear;
It soothes my days of sorrow,
It calms me in my fear.
I love my precious Bible,
Through life its been my stay,
My never failing portion,
My staff along the way.
I love my precious Bible,
And still shall love it more
In scenes of brightest glory
On yonder peaceful shore.
Now's the Time to Trust in Jesus
NOW'S the time to trust in Jesus
Little children, while you're young,
While your heart is soft and tender;
Jesus loves the little one.
Now's the time to trust in Jesus
While you're happy, young and gay;
Trust in Him who died to save you,
Died to wash your sins away.
Now's the time to trust in Jesus,
Soon will pass your youthful days,
And your heart will grow still harder,
If you go in evil ways.
Now's the time to trust in Jesus,
Yea, He bids you trust Him now;
With your little heart believe Him,
Low before His footstool bow.
Now's the time to trust in Jesus,-
He is calling you today,
Gently calling little children,
None who come are turned away.
Now's the time to trust in Jesus,—
Trust Him then with all, your heart,
And throughout eternal ages
From Him you will never part.
O Ever Precious Saviour
O EVER precious Saviour,
Thou didst from heaven descend,
An outcast in the manger,
The sinner's perfect Friend;
The angels spoke Thy praises,
The shepherds saw the light,
As they their flocks were guarding
From danger through the night.
They hastened to that manger
Thy blessed face to see,
Their lips were filled with praises,
Their hearts with ecstasy;
Thou cam'st from scenes of glory
To this sad world of woe,
To tell God's love to sinners
That they His heart might know.
Thou didst create the waters
In Ocean, Lake and Sea,
And yet could'st ask a sinner
To give a drink to Thee.
Thy path was one of sorrow,
So little understood,
Hid from the eyes of others,
Known only unto God.
But O how sweet to follow
Thy foot steps through this scene,
'Tis there we see perfection
Where all around is sin;
'Tis there we see unfolded,
As like a fragrant flower,
Thy wondrous love and mercy,
Thy glory and Thy power.
But Lord, 'twas on Mount Calvary,
That cruel, cruel tree,
Where Thou did'st bear the judgment
To set the guilty free;
'Twas there the cup of sorrow
Was drained for us instead,
'Twas there, Thou Lord of glory,
Wast numbered with the dead.
O'er sin, and death and Satan,
Thy power is complete,
At God's right hand in glory
Thou now hast found Thy seat;
And we in Thee accepted
In all the Father's love,
Await to hear Thee call us
To be with Thee above.
And then through endless ages,
Thy blood-bought ones will be
Transformed into Thy likeness,
Thy blessed face to see.
Then speak the word, Lord Jesus,
And call Thine own away,
To be with Thee forever
In heaven's eternal day.
O How Sweet the Gospel Message
O HOW sweet the gospel message
Christ has died to set us free
From the power of sin and Satan,
Matchless love, so great, so free!
Refrain
O, how sweet the gospel message
Telling of God's love so free!
Sweetest story ever spoken,
Of the Lamb of Calvary.
O, how sweet the gospel message,
Sound it far o'er land and sea,
How that Jesus died to save us
On the cross of Calvary.
O, how sweet the gospel message,
Sweetly sound its note abroad,
How that Jesus died for sinners
Thus to tell the love of God.
O, how sweet the gospel message,
Sinner heed its call today,
Jesus died in love to win thee,
All thy sins to take away.
O, how sweet the gospel message,
Speaking pardon now to thee;
If with joy thou wilt confess Him,
With Him thou shalt ever be.
O Lamb of God, Most Precious
O LAMB of God, most precious,
From radiant courts on high
Thou cam'st in love so tender,
On Calvary's cross to die.
Our sins were laid upon Thee,
Our judgment Thou did'st bear,
That we, Thy ransomed people
Might all Thy glory share.
Thou hast our guilt sustained
Upon the cruel tree,
That we might share Thy glory
For all eternity.
Thy precious side was wounded
From whence the life blood flowed,
The debt we had augmented
Was canceled by Thy blood.
'Twas on the cross, Lord Jesus,
Thou did'st for sin atone,
That all Thy blood-bought people
Might share Thy glorious throne.
And soon the wide creation
Will Thy redemption see,
Fruit of Thy love and passion
Wrought on mount Calvary.
Only One
THERE is only one way by which sinners are saved,
And that's by the way of the cross;
No works of our own, be they ever so great,
With God they are nothing but dross.
There's only one Saviour who's able to save,
That Saviour is Jesus the Lord,
The One who is human, and also divine,
Whose title we read is "The Word."
There is only one path, it is narrow and strait,
That will lead to the glory of God,
Its pleasures are lasting, they fade not away,
'Tis the path that the Nazarene trod.
There is only one book that can guide you aright,
The Bible, God's treasure so true,
Its precepts are binding, its teachings are pure,
This book God has given to you.
Then take this sure way by which sinners are saved,
This Saviour so loving and true,
And walk in the path that will lead you to God,
And remember this Book is for you.
Prayer
JESUS in Thee my soul would find
Its full and true delight,
While passing through this vale of tears,
To yonder home of light.
Would know Thee better every step
Along this thorny way,
Till I behold Thy blessed face
In heaven's eternal day.
I'd know Thee, Lord, as
One who trod
This weary desert road,
In every thought, and word, and deed,
Doing the will of God.
Thy path, beset with trials sore,
So little understood,
Thy great delight Thy Father's will,
To others doing good.
To Calvary, with its grief and woe,
Thy blessed pathway led,
Where Thou didst bear the wrath of God,
And suffered in my stead.
Where Thou didst brave that storm for me,
My load of sin didst bear,
That I, throughout eternal days,
Might all Thy glories share.
Ah, Lord, when thus Thy path I trace,
And think of all Thy love,
The more I long Thy face to see,
And be with Thee above.
Then keep me, Lord, with heart and mind
Delighting more in Thee,
Until I've left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
Prayer
OFT do we need to be in prayer
For there are trials everywhere:
The enemy is on our track,
But prayer will always drive him back.
Prayer makes the Christian warrior strong,
Though fierce the battle be and long:
Prayer strengthens us by night and day,
And keeps us in the narrow way.
It makes us bold to do God's will,
And e'er with joy His word fulfill:
Whate'er the difficulty here
Prayer makes us face it without fear.
Nought can detain our weary feet
If oft before the Mercy Seat:
Though Satan hurl his fiery dart,
Prayer will sustain the fainting heart.
Though in a scene where snares abound.
Prayer keeps the saint on solid ground:
Prayer brings God's answer from on high,
And makes us feel that He is nigh.
When answers come from God above,
We learn still more to trust His love—
A love that never can be cold,
Can ne'er decrease, and ne'er grow old.
Then let us oft before His throne
Make all our wants and wishes known;
For we ere long, are sure to see
Prayers answered for eternity.
The Precious Blood of Jesus
WHAT was it washed my sins away?
That turned my darkness into day?
That chased all doubt and fear away?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What made this heart of mine so glad,
Which once was desolate and sad,
When I was far from God, and bad?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What made me fit to dwell on high
In mansions far beyond the sky
Which I shall enter bye and bye?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What makes the Word of God so dear,
That banishes all doubt and fear,
And makes me feel that He is near?
The precious blood of Jesus.
What makes me hope to see Him soon?
To be with Him in His bright home?
And nevermore from Him to roam?
The precious blood of Jesus.
And now my every hope is built
On Jesus and the blood He spilt,
That blood that cancels every guilt;
The precious blood of Jesus.
Till I have left this weary land,
On that shed blood I take my stand,
Though fiend and foe my way withstand—
The precious blood of Jesus.
Psalm 23
O LORD, I'd seek to follow
The paths where Thou dolt lead,
And ever in the pastures
Of Thine own Word to feed.
I'd seek to know Thy leading
Beside those waters still,
And under every trial
Would seek to do Thy will.
I'd have my soul restored,
And filled with heavenly bliss,
And follow where Thou leadest
In paths of righteousness.
And though through death's dark valley
My path on earth may lie,
I'd fear no form of evil,
For Thou art ever nigh.
Thy rod and staff my comfort,
I'd ever seek to prove,
And know the depth and fulness
Of Thine unchanging love.
The table Thou hast spread me,
Is filled with all I need,
My head with oil anointed,
My cup is full indeed.
Thy goodness and Thy mercy
I'd ever seek to prove,
Until at home forever
I dwell with Thee above.
Psalm 37
TRUST in the Lord with all thine heart,
Though forces here oppose;
Lean on His everlasting arm,
And on His breast repose.
Delight thyself in Him, thy Lord;
Learn well His blessed will,
And each desire of thine heart,
He surely will fulfill.
Commit thy way unto the Lord,
And place in Him thy trust;
He orders all in love for thee;
The holy, and the just.
Rest in the Lord 'mid tumults here,
With trials oft oppressed;
Calm on the breast of Him we love
Our souls can sweetly rest.
Wait patiently alone for Him
Thy path to order still,
And rest, composed and satisfied,
What e'er may be His will.
Psalm 63
WITHIN a dry and thirsty land,
No water to sustain,
My thirsty soul would come to Thee,
And drink, and drink again.
With marrow and with fatness filled,
My joyful lips would praise,
While lying on my bed at night,
And through the toilsome days.
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
I ever would rejoice,
And in that quiet, sweet retreat,
Would raise my cheerful voice.
Thy loving kindness, O how great,
Far better this than life,
And songs of grateful praise I'd give
While in this scene of strife.
Within Thy sanctuary dwell,
Thy power and glory see,
Till I shall leave this barren land,
And rest at home with Thee.
Saviour, Keep Me Near to Thee
SAVIOUR keep me near to Thee
As I cross life's troubled sea;
May I close to Thee abide
Till I reach the other side.
Let me never from Thee stray,
Keep me, Saviour, all the way.
There are dangers all around,
In myself no good is found,
Poor and feeble though I be,
Saviour I am strong in Thee.
Thou, O Lord, my Portion art,
Fill and satisfy my heart.
Fierce and long the storm may blow
As through this sad world I go,
But in Thee, through sovereign grace,
I have found a Hiding Place.
Thou the comfort of my soul
While life's angry billows roll.
Calm amid life's troubled sea,
I would rest, O Lord, in Thee,
For I know whate'er betide,
Thou art ever by my side.
I have nothing then to fear
Since Thou art to me so near.
When the storms of life are o'er,
And I've reached the other shore,
In that home of perfect day,
Where all tears are wiped away,
I shall praise Thee face to face,
For the riches of Thy grace.
Send the Message Far and Wide
SEND the message far and wide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Tell of Him who bled and died,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves,
On the cross His life He gave,
Rose triumphant o'er the grave,
Now on high He lives to save,
“Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Twas for you the Saviour bled;
Jesus saves, Jesus saves,
And was numbered with the dead,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
He who did for sin atone,
Bore the wrath of God alone;
Now exalted on the throne,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Pardon now is offered free,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Vile and guilty though you be,—
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
None are ever turned away
While 'tis called salvation's day;
Linger not, no more delay,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Soon He'll come to claim His own,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves,
Have Ahem with Him on His throne,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Then will end salvation's day,
Closed the door and barred the way
Enter in while now you may,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Seven Sayings of Christ on the Cross
“FATHER, forgive, they know not what they do,"
The words of Christ on Calvary's cross for you—
He died the ruined and the lost to save,
And rose again triumphant o'er the grave.
"Today, shalt be with Me,"—thy soul set free,
His answer to the prayer "Remember me,"
A sinner saved at the eleventh hour,
Snatched as a brand from the infernal power.
He saw His much loved mother weeping there,
And gave her to the faithful, tender care
Of that disciple whom He loved so well,
"Behold thy mother,"—who that love can tell?
The word of God was ever in His heart,
And from its teachings He would not depart,
And to fulfill that word we hear Him say,
"I thirst," but not a drop that thirst to stay.
And then, amid the darkness of that day,
Creation trembled—He was heard to say,
"My God, My God, hast Thou forsaken Me,"
In all the sorrows of dark Calvary?
At last He cried, “‘tis finished"—all was done—
He, for His people, had the victory won,
The claims of God forever satisfied;
All glory to the One who bled and died!
And just before He bowed His holy head,
With a "loud cry" the mighty Conqueror said,
"Father, to Thee My spirit I confide,"
Laid down His life, and thus for us He died.
Sinner, Thou Art Lost by Nature
SINNER, thou art lost by nature,
Thou art lost by practice too,
And the road that thou art treading
Leads you on to endless woe.
If thou then art lost by nature
Thou art very far from God,
And the road that thou art treading
Is a road that's very broad.
Thou art blinded too by Satan,
With his wiles he leads you on,
Till at last he has you captured,
When your course on earth is done.
Sinner, thou art lost by practice,
Thou hast made thy choice to go
In the way that leads to evil,
And that ends in deepest woe.
Thou hast this lost world befriended,
Thou hast sought thy portion here,
And thy precious soul neglected,
Never has it been thy care.
Jesus came to save the lost one,
Died upon the cruel cross,
And a full and free salvation,
Now is offered to the lost.
Come to Him as lost and needy,
Place in Him your trust today,
Or away from Him in darkness,
Thou wilt spend eternity.
Soon Christ the Lord Will Come
SOON Christ the Lord will come
With shout in air,
To call His people home
To meet Him there,
We, in His glory bright, shall see Him shine,
And know the fulness of His love divine.
Ere long shall hear Him say,
Arise and come,
And gladly shall we go
To be at home,
Forever we shall be with Him above,
And prove the wondrous fulness of His love.
Lord, haste that happy day
When Thou wilt see
The travail of Thy soul,
And happy be,
When we, in Thine own likeness shall arise,
And meet Thee, blessed Saviour, in the skies.
We mourn Thine absence, Lord,
And long to be
Free from all taint of sin,
At home with Thee,
For never shall our hearts be satisfied
Until we see Thee as the One who died.
Soon Righteousness Shall Rule
SOON righteousness shall rule,
All Satan's power restrain;
Jesus, Jehovah owned as King,
O'er Jew and Gentile reign.
Jesus Himself shall come;
The world receive His word,
And all creation own His claim
As Universal Lord.
Soon With Him
AND is it so, blest Saviour,
I shall soon be home with Thee?
Behold Thee in Thy glory?
And ever with Thee be?
Shall I soon hear the summons,
To go from earth away,
To scenes of brightest glory
In heaven's eternal day?
Shall I soon leave behind me,
This scene with all its woe?
And see Thee, precious Saviour?
Thy wondrous love to know?
Ah, yes, I'm soon to see Thee
In glory, face to face,
And prove the wondrous fulness
Of all Thy love and grace.
I'm soon to hear Thee call me
To rest with Thee above,
To bask within the sunshine
Of Thine unchanging love.
Then keep me, blessed Master,
Each moment as it flies,
With girded loins for service,
And heavenward keep mine eyes.
May naught of earth encumber,
But may I long each day
To leave this world behind me,
In heaven my home to stay.
Soon to be in Thy presence,
And never from Thee part,
Thyself my constant portion,
The Object of my heart!
Stop. Look. Listen.
STOP, for judgment lies before you,
And a holy God to face,
If you still refuse His mercy,
And despise His proffered grace.
LOOK, to Him who once was lifted
On the cruel cross for thee,
Bore the storm of wrath and judgment
That the guilty might be free.
LISTEN to His call of mercy,
"Come and I will give you rest,"
Trust in Him who died to save thee,
And believing thou art blest.
STOP, and LOOK, and LISTEN sinner,
For you soon will pass away,
Either into outer darkness,
Or to heaven's eternal day.
Straying Far on Sin's Dark Mountain
STRAYING far on sin's dark mountain,
Like a sheep that's gone astray,
Every moment takes you farther
From the straight and narrow way.
Refrain—
Come, O come, He will receive you, Come,
O come, His word believe, Come,
O come, for He will save you.
He will all your sins forgive.
As a silly sheep, not knowing
Where the path it treads will lead,
are straying into darkness;
None but Christ can meet your need.
Listen to the wondrous story:
Jesus came the lost to save.
Gave His precious blood on Calvary,
Rose victorious o'er the grave.
Lives in glory to receive you:
None are ever turned away,
While the door of mercy's open,
While 'tis called salvation's day.
Now to you He calls in mercy,
'Tis to you, to all oppressed,
Yea, to you the word is written,
"Come, and I will give you rest."
Then delay not till tomorrow,
Soon will pass salvation's day,
You will then be gone forever
To another world to stay.
Tell Jesus
WHEN sorrows surround you,
When dangers are near,
When hardships confront you,
Your heart full of fear—
Tell Jesus.
You think that the burden's
Too heavy to bear,
That oft you are having
Much more than your share—
Tell Jesus.
And if you are tempted
To fret and complain,
Remember He's working
Your blessing and gain—
Tell Jesus.
Do friends prove unfaithful?
Do loved ones forsake?
Does sorrow on sorrow
Your heart fairly break?
Tell Jesus.
No matter what trial
May fall to your lot,
Don't fail to remember
His love faileth not—
Tell Jesus.
That Day
WHO can with tongue or pen portray
The horrors of that dreadful day
When Christ our Saviour died;
When He, the holy Son of God
Was stricken by the Almighty's rod
For sins, but not His own.
Forsaken by His God, that we
From sin's dread sentence might be free,
And fully brought to God.
That awful cup for us He drained,
And sin's just judgment there sustained,
To set His people free.
Upon that cross He bowed His head,
For us was numbered with the dead—
Low in the grave He lay.
But from that silent tomb He rose,
The Conqueror of all our foes—
The mighty One to save.
He's now on high, His work complete,
At God's right hand He took His seat,
High on the Father's throne.
And from that place He'll come again,
To call His church with Him to reign,
O'er all the earth ere long.
Redeemed creation then will see
The One who died upon the tree,
And own Him Lord of all.
In songs of everlasting praise,
Will heaven and earth their voices raise,
And make His glories known.
Then, while we wait to hear Him say,
"Arise My love, and come away,"—
Let us recall that hour,
When on the cruel cross He died,
And for our sins was crucified—
Blest Substitute from God.
the Hour of Prayer
HOW sweet the hour alone with God
In earnest prayer we spend,
Alone with Him who knows our need,
As friend would plead with friend.
We tell out all our needs to Him,
Assured that He will hear:
The faintest, feeblest cry we raise
Will reach His holy ear.
No care too great, no need too small,
To Him, our Lord, to tell;
E'en though assured we are, all needs
Are known to Him so well.
Then oft from toil and conflict here
Our hearts would turn aside,
To be in company with Him
Who once for us has died.
As we in faith to Him draw nigh
And make our wishes known,
He bends His ear to hear our cry,
Though high upon the throne.
No prayer of faith will ever be
By Him, our God, unheard;
The answer's sure to come, for this
He tells us in His word.
A little while He may defer
And hold the answer back;
But come it will, the answer's sure,
Not one part will it lack.
And oft the answer does not come
In ways we're looking for,
For God would have us know that He
Has many an open door.
Sometimes He answers right away
And proves His presence nigh;
And to our troubled spirits sends
His comfort from on high.
And then, at times, before we cry
His answer has begun:
Our every need is known to Him
Long ere our course is run.
O what a God we have to trust,
The God of love and grace!
Who never fails to hear the cry
Of those who seek His face.
Then may we oft, while here we wait
To meet Him in the air,
In earnest supplication spend
That hour—the Hour of Prayer.
Their Sins and Iniquities Will I Remember No More.
Hebrews 10:17
THOUGH loud the great accuser roar
Of ills that I have done,
And though they grieve my spirit sore,
God says He findeth none.
Christ's precious blood has done its work,
For all my sins He bore
While hanging on the accursed tree,
Beneath God's judgment sore.
God's waves of wrath and judgment broke
Upon His holy head,
Who when that cup of wrath was drained,
Was numbered with the dead.
Of such eternal value was
That work upon the tree,
That God has said my sins are gone,
Not one He now can see.
O Love divine, that gave for me
Thy precious blood to save,
To set me free from all my sins
By which I was enslaved !
From this poor heart of mine would flow
Unceasing songs of praise
While here on earth, but sweeter far
Through heaven's eternal days.
There Is a Saviour on High in the Glory
THERE is a Saviour on high in the glory,
A Saviour who suffered on Calvary's tree,
A Saviour as willing to save now as ever,
His arm is almighty, His love great, and free.
Refrain
O, come now to Jesus,
That dear loving Saviour,
Receive Him this moment,
And peace shall be thine.
That dear loving Saviour, who lives in the glory.
This world once rejected and nailed to the tree,
A robe of derision they circled around Him,
And all this He suffered for sinners like thee.
Those hours of darkness He suffered for sinners
On Calvary's cross, all forsaken, alone,
While making atonement, and bearing the judgment
Are ended, and now He's on high on the throne.
He waiteth, in patience for sinners to trust Him,
And says, "I receive thee now just as thou art;
Salvation and pardon I heartily offer
To all who receive Me by faith in their heart."
No time should be wasted, thy moments are precious,
Thy time for departing from earth draweth nigh;
Then come now this moment, and He will receive you,
And spend your eternity with Him on high.
There Is Life in a Look at the Saviour Who Died
THERE is life in a look at the Saviour who died,
At the One who on Calvary bled,
In those hours of darkness forsaken of God,
Who is risen again from the dead.
There is life in a look for the sinner who feels,
That through sin he is lost and undone,
Who trusts in the blood of the One who was slain,
God's only, His co-equal Son.
The serpent of brass was for Israel raised,
And the moment they looked they were well,
So the one who, in faith, looks to Christ on the
cross,
Will be saved from the torments of hell.
Then to Him who for sinners on Calvary bled,
Let the sinner for mercy repair;
There is life everlasting for him who believes,
There's forgiveness and peace for him there.
Then tarry no longer, your chances are few,
Soon the end of your journey will come;
There is life in a look at the crucified One,
There is comfort, and rest, and a home.
There Is Power in the Blood of the Lamb
THERE is power in the blood of the Lamb
That can cleanse from pollution and sin,
And the one who in Jesus believes,
Is declared by his God to be clean.
'Tis the blood... of the Lamb...
That can free from pollution and sin.
On the cross where the blood has been shed.
Full atonement by Jesus was made,
And the sinner who trusts in the blood
Can be sure that his debt has been paid.
There is life everlasting for all
Who are washed in that soul-cleansing flood,
And a place with the Saviour on high
Through the life-giving power of the blood.
Both the rich and the poor they may come
At the bidding of Him who has died;
For salvation is offered to all
Through the blood of the Lamb crucified.
And the old and the young they may know
That a pardon is offered to all,
And that none who will come are denied;
Then hasten to come at His call.
There's a City of Light in a Far Away Land
THERE'S a city of light in a far away land,
Where no death and no sorrow can come,
Where the ransomed of God will eternally dwell,
In the sweet rest and quiet of Home.
In that city of light, with its mansions so fair,
We shall walk with our Saviour in white,
Not a pain, not a sigh, not a tear will be shed,
'Tis a city of purest delight.
And The Lamb is The Light of that city of gold,
No darkness will ever be there,
And nothing that ever defiles will be known,
And His loved ones His glories will share.
To that city of light soon the ransomed will go,
When His shout will be heard in the air,
And the living and dead, in a moment, will rise
And dwell in that city so fair.
There's a Man in the Glory of God
THERE'S a Man in the glory of God,
He's the One who once hung on the tree,
Who on earth was despised and unknown,
Yet the One every eye soon will see.
He's the One who in Bethlehem lay
As a babe in a manger so low,
Who could taste this world's sorrows and pains,
In the path which He traveled below.
He's the One who for sinners wast slain
On the cross upon Calvary's hill,
Who the sins of His people there bore
In obedience to God's holy will.
He's the One whom the grave could not hold,
Nor the power of death could retain,
Who is seated on high on the throne,
And the One who is coming again.
He's the One who will call His redeemed
To be with Him in glory so fair,
Who will call both the living and dead
To meet Him above in the air.
He's the One who will come with His own
In His power and glory to reign,
His foes then His footstool will be,
And all will submit to Him then.
There's No One Who Loves Like Jesus
THE message is sounding so freely to all,
There's no one who loves like Jesus—
He came in great mercy poor sinner to call,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
Refrain—
Come unto Me, the message is true,
Come unto Me, I'm pleading with you,
Come unto Me and then you will know,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
He left His bright home in those mansions above,
There's no one who loves like Jesus,
And suffered on Calvary's cross in His love,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
He went through those hours of darkness for thee,
There's no one who loves like Jesus,
And bore God's just judgment that you might be free,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
Your sins, though so many, He'll freely forgive,
There's no one who loves like Jesus,
And take you with Him in His glory to live,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
He offers a pardon full, perfect and free,
There's no one who loves like Jesus,
Receive it this moment and happy you'll be,
There's no one who loves like Jesus.
Thou Remainest
Heb. 1:11
THOUGH all things here may pass away
As like a fading flower,
Where beauty for a moment lasts,
All gone within an hour;
Our comfort is to know, O Lord,
In Thee no change is found,
For "Thou remainest," though we see
Decay in all around.
Thy hand has formed the heavens above,
And earth's foundations laid,
Thou art creation's Lord and God,
Thy hands all things have made.
But these are yet to pass away,
Beneath Thy judgment sore,
But "Thou remainest," and Thy years
Will last for evermore.
Those mighty orbs that float through space,
Will some day cease to be,
The earth will melt with fervent heat,
And all will pass away.
But, blessed Lord, our hearts rejoice,
And praise Thy holy name,
That "Thou remainest," yea, Thou art
For evermore "The Same."
When time has ceased to run its course,
The heavens and earth no more,
When Thy redeemed are safely brought
To heaven's eternal shore,
Still "Thou remainest," precious thought,
No change in Thee is known,
Thou art "The Same" while time endures,
"The Same" upon the throne.
Thou Shepherd of the Sheep
THOU Shepherd of the sheep,
God's well beloved Son,
From brightest glory came,—
The heaven's Beloved One;
Our hearts are glad, we praise Thy name,
The One through whom salvation came.
Thou didst our souls redeem,
With Thine own precious blood,—
Hast made our title sure,—
Hast brought us unto God.
To Thee in notes of sweetest praise,
Will songs ascend through endless days.
Thou didst on Calvary's cross,
God's wrath and judgment bear,
Didst drink the bitter cup,
That we Thy home might share,
With hearts made glad we raise the voice,
And in Thy wondrous love rejoice.
Thou livest now for us
At God's right hand above,
Our glorious Great High Priest,—
Thine heart is full of love;.
From Thee 0 Lord, we ne'er can part,
Our names are graven on Thine heart.
Ere long That Voice shall say,
My ransomed people, come,
And we shall soar away
To be with Thee at home;
Then, through those long eternal days,
Shall give Thee everlasting praise.
Though on a Bed of Suffering
THOUGH on a bed of suffering
I'm called a while to stay,
My spirit looks with pleasure
To that long-promised day,
When free from sin and sorrow
I'm evermore to be
With Him who died to save me,
The Man of Calvary.
My weary days of suffering
Will soon have passed away,
And rest will seem the sweeter
In heaven's eternal day;
So with this hope before me
In patience I would be
Sustained in my affliction
Until Thy face I see.
Three Foes
I HAVE a foe external,
The world, that always tries
To lead me into evil
With its seducing lies.
I have a foe internal,
A nature foul and bad,
With lusts and passions ready
To grieve, and make me sad.
I have a foe infernal,
The Devil, sad to say,
Who never tires seeking
To lead me far astray.
Lord, when shall I forever
From all these foes be free?
When face to face in glory
I'm safely home with Thee.
TIS Sweet to the Soul in a Region Like This
TIS sweet to the soul in a region like this
To think of that scene of ineffable bliss
That Jesus our Saviour has gone to prepare,
And shortly He'll call us that glory to share.
The place where the joy of the Father and Son
Is complete—His redeemed now gathered in one
His presence in glory imparts to that scene
A halo of lustre, that could not have been
Had He not descended to Calvary's cross
And purchased our pardon at infinite cost.
A glory which would not, and could not have been
Had Jesus not suffered for man in his sin.
What brightness of glory to Him will redound
As gathered around Him His ransomed are found
How greatly His heart in His own will rejoice,
How deep be our joy as we list to His voice.
His joy will be perfect, and ours be complete,
As all His redeemed cast their crowns at His feet,
O! what a bright contrast that scene is to this,
For here we have sorrow, but there all is bliss.
No care will disturb us, no failure impart
Unrest to the conscience or wounds to the heart,
But Jesus shall be the One Object divine,
A Treasure exhaustless, an unfathomed mine.
It may be that trials and cares weigh us down,
But all these are naught when we think of the
crown—
They soon will forever and ever be gone,
And we shall be sitting with Him on His throne.
'Tis the Voice of Christ Our Saviour
‘TIS the voice of Christ our Saviour,
Come and I will give you rest,
Thou art weary, heavy laden,
Lay thy head upon My breast.
Nought that this poor world can offer
E'er can give the conscience rest,
'Tis alone in Christ our Saviour
That the longing soul is blest.
'Tis in Christ, God's Son from heaven,
That a Saviour can be found,
Peace, and joy, and rest eternal
In that blessed One abound.
Let not wealth, or fame, or pleasure,
Blind thine eyes to things beyond,
Jesus only can avail you,
'Tis in Him true joy is found.
Prove Him then thine endless Portion,
Find in Him thy whole delight,
Through the long and busy daytime,
Through the quiet hours of night.
Then, through those eternal ages,
Thou wilt rest and peace enjoy,
This thine everlasting portion,
Pleasures then without alloy.
Washed
WASHED in the precious blood of Christ,
Cleansed and made white as snow,
No stain is left, no spot of sin,
His blood has made me so.
Washed in that precious blood, I am
Made meet with Him to reign,
And waiting for that happy day
When He shall come again.
All taint of sin forever gone,
I stand in Him complete,
And for that bright inheritance
I am, e'en now made meet.
This is the work of sovereign grace,
The fruit of love divine,
I now can say that I am His,
Can say that He is mine.
Such was God's wondrous love to me,
When ruined and undone,
That He might save His enemies
He would not spare His Son.
This love exceeds my highest thought,
So vast, so full, so free,
'Tis higher than the heavens above,
And deeper than the sea.
He, through His death, has made me clean
For all my sins He bore
When hanging on the accursed tree
Beneath God's judgment sore.
And now, in righteousness divine,
I stand before His face,
For He, the holy, sinless One,
On Calvary took my place.
Eternal then, 'mid scenes above,
My praises shall ascend
To Him who loved me, and whose love
Continues to the end.
Forever in His presence then,
My happy soul shall be
From every taint of sin removed,
For all eternity.
Divine the love that thus could plan,
To save a ruined race,
To wash souls from their scarlet sins,
And every stain erase!
In glory bright I soon shall sing
The new, eternal song,—
To Him who washed me in His blood,—
With all the ransomed throne.
We Praise Thee, O God, We Adore
WE praise Thee, O God, we adore,
For love that has made us Thine own,
For love every step of the way;
For love that will bring us safe home;
With Jesus forever to dwell,
In the joy of His love ever nigh;
To behold Him in glory divine,
In the home He has for us on high.
What Shall I Do Then With Jesus?
Matt. 27:22
WHAT shall I do then with Jesus?"
A question most solemn and true,
For God will require an answer,
Then what is the answer from you?
"What shall I do then with Jesus?"
A question for young and for old,
Which sooner or later will meet you,
Your state and condition unfold.
"What shall I do then with Jesus?"
The One who in Bethlehem lay,
Despised and rejected, a stranger,
What will you do with Him, pray?
"What shall I do then with Jesus?"
Accept or reject Him today?
How then shall you answer this question?
What are you going to say?
The issues of this are eternal,
Accept or reject Him you must,
Go on in your sins and your folly,
Or place in that Saviour your trust.
"What shall I do then with Jesus?"
O do not the answer delay,
But gladly, adoringly tell Him,
"Lord Jesus, I'll trust Thee today."
What Then?
AFTER a life of pleasure,
While thoughtless, young and gay,
You say you'll come to Jesus
Some more convenient day.
What then?
Then you will think of riches,
For this you'll scheme and plan,
And thinking too of others,
Do all the good you can.
What then?
Then you'll be full of trouble,
Too full of care to think—
You're getting nearer, nearer,
To hell's eternal brink.
What then ?
You then must die—how solemn !
Your chances all have fled,
Your soul—God's grace rejected—
In darkness find its bed.
What then?
Then Christ Himself will call you
Before the Great White Throne,
Where you will see recorded
All things that you have done. What then?
Dreadful will be the sentence,
Depart ! depart from Me,
Abide in outer darkness
For all eternity.
"Behold, NOW is the accepted time;
Behold, NOW is the day of salvation." 2 Cor. 6:2.
Whatsoever Things Are True, Etc.
Phil. 4:8
THINGS that are just and honest,
Of good report and true,
Things that are pure and lovely
Which we see others do,
Should be our conversation,
Our minds on these should dwell,
And then, beloved brethren,
How much we'd have to tell.
There's much about our brethren
That's honest, just and good,
They're dear to Christ, the purchase
Of His most precious blood.
And if our eyes be open
To see such things as these,
We'd speak of good in others,
And thus our Master please.
Then think not of the evil
That we in others see,
But bear in mind He tells us,
"They all are dear to Me."
If evil thoughts of others
Should occupy my mind,
Be sure a bitter feeling
Will not be far behind.
Then hide the faults of others
From all but from the Lord,
And dwell on what is "lovely,"
As written in His word.
While Here As a Pilgrim and Stranger I Roam
WHILE here as a pilgrim and stranger I roam,
I'm journeying on to my heavenly home,
And thankful am I to be kept by His grace,
Thus let it be on to the end of the race.
No strength of my own can I boast of while here,
But kept by His might I have nothing to fear;
His strong arms embrace me, He'll ne'er let me go,
Though many and fierce the attacks of the foe.
Then onward I journey, though rough be the road,
'Twill end before long in the glory of God;
And then in His presence, no longer to roam,
My pilgrimage ended, I shall be at HOME.
Who Left His Father's Home on High
WHO left His Father's home on high,
For sinners lost, and doomed to die,
That they to God might be brought nigh? '
Twas Jesus.
Who was that Babe in manger laid
To whom the wise men homage paid,
E'en Lord of all the angels said?
'Twas Jesus.
Who was that One in temple grand,
Who could before great rulers stand,
And all their questions understand?
'Twas Jesus.
Who was that One of whom we read,
Was Son of God, yet man indeed,
Who came to meet the sinners need?
'Twas Jesus.
Who was the "Man of sorrows" here,
The One who dried the mourner's tear,
Who e're the troubled heart would cheer,
'Twas Jesus.
Who was that One on Calvary's tree,
Who tasted death for you and me,
That Satan's captives might be free?
'Twas Jesus.
Who was it, from the silent grave
Came forth the mighty One to save,
Who e'en His precious life blood gave?
'Twas Jesus.
Who is that One upon the throne,
Who to this world is still unknown,
But seen by faith by all His own?
'Tis Jesus.
Who is that One who soon will call,
His ransomed people, one and all,
Before His blessed feet to fall?
'Tis Jesus.
Jesus who once this desert trod,
Jesus upon the throne of God,
Go tell the joyful news abroad,
Preach Jesus.
With Thee
HOW sweet the thought that we shall be
Forever, Lord, at home with Thee,
And see Thee as Thou art;
No more to tread life's rugged road,
But, in the palace of our God
To praise with all our heart.
How sweet the thought, that soon Thy voice
Will call the objects of Thy choice
To meet Thee in the air;
The dead in Christ will then arise,
And those alive, with glad surprise
Will join to meet Thee there.
Our hearts for evermore set free
To find unmingled joy with Thee,
Our blessed Saviour God;
Forever freed from sin's domain,
And ne'er to grieve Thine heart again;
Thyself our bright reward.
Then, as before Thyself we bend,
Unmingled praises will ascend
In songs of sweet accord;
Set free from all that hinders now,
The saints before Thy feet shall bow,
And own Thee sovereign Lord.
Thus as we think of that blest day,
Our happy hearts responsive say,
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
We long to see Thee face to face,
To be with THEE in that blest place,
We now, by grace, call HOME.
The Word of God
WORD of God, within thy covers
What exhaustless treasures lie;
Revelation of the Father
By the Son who came to die.
Depths are there which know no sounding,
Fathomless beyond compare,
Rich the mines of wealth there treasured,
ALL I need to know is there.
The World: Part 1
THIS world is the place where Satan has power
To tempt from without and within;
The place where he gathers his servants together
To give them the pleasures of sin.
He has plenty to give to the rich and the poor:
Has plenty for young and for old;
He blinds them to pleasures that always endure,
Far better than silver and gold.
He has wine for the drunkard to gladden his heart,
And cause him his sins to forget,
He may drink to the full, yet when it is past
His sins are all facing him yet.
He has oaths for the swearer to harden his heart.
His conscience to harden in sin,
He cares not for God, he cares not for man,
Nor for warnings without and within.
He has plenty of pleasure, has parties and halls,
Has dances for young and for gay,
Has theatres, concerts, for dupes of his guile,
And calls them but innocent play.
He has plenty of gold for the miser to love:
He has business for thrifty and smart,
He tells them to always look out for themselves,
And hardens their conscience and heart.
For people ambitious he procures,
Admirers for those who are vain:
Has science for learned and intelligent folk:
Has kingdoms for those who can reign.
He has a religion for those who are good,
For those who are serious and true,
A church and a choir, good music to please,
A preacher, a pulpit, a pew.
Just one look of faith at the Christ who has died,
And has risen again from the grave,
Would spoil all the pleasures of sin for the one
Who to Satan and sin is a slave.
The World: Part 2
THIS world is the place where the Saviour was born
In a stable—no room in the inn—
The place where He suffered, the place where He died
To save us from pleasures of sin.
He has plenty of riches to give to the poor;
The rich, they may come, we are told;
He has riches and pleasures that always endure,
Has ample for young and for old.
He has peace for the drunkard to gladden his heart,
And freely his sins He'll forgive,
If he will come truly confessing his guilt
And on Jesus the Saviour believe.
He has sweet songs of praise for the swearer to sing,
A story his lips to employ,
To tell of God's love to a poor fallen world,
And invite to those mansions of joy.
He has for the miser far more than his gold,
He has riches that never decay;
For all full of zeal He has plenty to do,
Sweet labor by night and by day.
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He has many high honors to give unto those
Who seek for His glory to gain,
When He comes to the earth, as His holy word says,
With Him in His kingdom they'll reign.
O! what a rich portion have those who are His,
His place in the glory they'll share,
Himself their blest portion, Himself their great joy,
Himself "all in all" when they're there.
If e'en now by faith—they fresh beauty behold
Though still in this body of clay,
O what will it be, when, in mansions of gold
They behold Him, through heaven's bright day?