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I can sing with tongues of angels Teach me to love like Jesus. In heaven and earth Praise the Lord in all the earth. May our homes be filled with dancing Hear our praises. O Christ, be the centre You're the centre of the universe. Righteous, holy, worthy are You You are the living God. So fearfully and wonderfully made Fearfully and wonderfully made. There is an endless song How can I keep from singing?
There's a battle raging Just one touch from the King. This is how I know what love is Extravagant, magnificent. Wanderers in this wilderness Grace in the wilderness. We don't know what tomorrow holds The favour of the Lord. What can take a dying man? Mighty is the power of the cross. What good is it to gain the whole world? Living for Your glory.
When I gaze upon the wonders of this world Beautiful in majesty. Where, oh where's Your presence, O God? You're still God. On Monday morning, Mr. Emmett took to the rehearsal the words and music of "Dixie. In an entertainment was given in New Orleans. The leader had some difficulty in selecting a march for his chorus. After trying several he decided upon "Dixie. Many different words were written to the tune. Those by Albert Pike, of Arkansas, were much used, and are, perhaps, the most worthy of mention.universalsaitrust.org/wp-includes/25-wie-man.php
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Like "Yankee Doodle," with which it holds a close place , the original words of "Dixie" voice no great patriotic sentiment, and the music is not of a lofty character. Yet, like its companion, its notes stirred the hearts and crystallized souls who fought for the "Flag of Dixie.
Today, to the music of these two strange songs, there echoes the tread of a united people whose hearts are moved alike by the stirring strains, and who as they listen are ready to say with uplifted hands, bared brows, and reverent lips, "We give our heads and our hearts to God, and our Country. I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hoo-ray! But when he put his arm around 'er He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder, Look away! His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, But dat did not seem to greab 'er; Look away!
Old Missus acted the foolish part, And died for a man dat broke her heart, Look away! Now here's a health to the next old Missus, And all the gals dat want to kiss us; Look away! But if you want to drive 'way sorrow, Come and hear dis song to-morrow, Look away! Dar's buck-wheat cakes an' Injen batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble, To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble, Look away! O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the foe, for King George upon the throne; And it's oh! O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell?
He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Blue-Bell; And it's oh! Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play o'er him, and I'd lay me down and cry; But it's oh! Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will.
Remember not past years! So long Thy pow'r hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on. O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. It was on the evening of September 13, , during the "War of " that a British fleet was anchored in Chesapeake Bay.
Beanes, an old resident of Upper Marlborough, Maryland, had been captured by the British and sent as a prisoner to Admiral Cochrane's flagship. Francis Scott Key, a young lawyer of Baltimore, hearing of the misfortune of Dr. Beanes, who was his personal friend, hastened to the British commander to endeavor to have his friend released.
The enemy was about to attack Fort McHenry, so refused to allow Mr. Key and Dr. Beanes to return until after the fort was captured. All through the night of September 13, the bombardment was kept up, and in the light of the "rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air," they could see the American flag still waving over the old fort. And when, in the first rays of dawn of September 14, he still beheld the same glorious banner waving from its accustomed place, Francis Scott Key wrote the words of that wonderful song, "The Star-Spangled Banner. The next day Key went ashore, and, after copying his poem, showed it to a friend and relative, Judge Nicholson, who saw its worth and at his suggestion it was printed.
Soon after it was adapted to an old English air known as "To Anacreon in Heaven," the composition of which is credited to John Stafford Smith, who is supposed to have written the music some time between and The flag of Fort McHenry, which inspired this song, is still owned and kept by Mr. Ebers Appleton, of Yonkers, N. This flag was made by a daughter of Rebecca Young, who had made the first flag carried by the Revolutionary soldiers, and, in commemoration of the one hundredth anniversary of the writing of the song, a buoy, on which is painted red and white stripes, and white stars on a blue field, has been anchored in Baltimore harbor as nearly as possible to the spot where Mr.
Key, on the British ship, wrote the song, and, if you ever visit Baltimore, you should go out to see it. He was born August 1, , and died January 11, , leaving "The Star-Spangled Banner" as a monument to his patriotic spirit, and an inspiration to his countrymen. Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true; Gave me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snawdrift, Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee. Like dew on th' gowan lying Is th' fa' o' her fairy feet, And like winds in summer sighing Her voice is low and sweet; Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me down and dee. Every boy and girl should not only know the "Star-spangled Banner" by heart but should also know the interesting story of our flag.
Miss Virginia Baker, a writer of many of the volumes of the Instructor Literature Series, has written a book entitled "Story of the Flag. It contains drawings of them, and, altogether, it is a book that every boy and girl, young and old, will find very enjoyable reading. The price of it in limp cloth covers, postpaid, is ten cents. Order it from the publishers of this song book. Oh, say! Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the Star-spangled Banner, oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust! In the gloaming oh, my darling! Though I passed away in silence, left you lonely, set you free.
For my heart was crushed with longing; what had been could never be. It was best to leave you thus, dear, Best for you and best for me. It was best to leave you thus, Best for you and best for me. Henry C. Lift up your eyes, desponding freemen! Fling to the winds your needless fears! He who unfurled your beauteous banner, Says it shall wave a thousand years! What if the clouds, one little moment, Hide the blue sky where morn appears; When the bright sun, that tints them crimson, Rises to shine a thousand years!
Envious foes, beyond the ocean, Little we heed your threat'ning sneers; Little will they—our children's children— When you are gone a thousand years. Haste thee along, thou glorious noon-day! Oh, for the eyes of ancient seers! Oh, for the faith of Him who reckons Each of His days a thousand years.
Lullaby and goodnight! With roses bedight,— Creep into thy bed, There pillow thy head If God will thou shalt wake, When the morning doth break, If God will thou shalt wake, When the morning doth break. Those blue eyes close tight,— Bright angels are near, So sleep without fear, They will guard thee from harm, With fair dreamland's sweet charm, They will guard thee from harm, With fair dreamland's sweet charm.
Though there has been considerable controversy over who wrote this song it is now pretty well established as a fact that the idea and name of the song originated with David T. Shaw, and that at Mr. Shaw's suggestion the words and music were written by Thomas A. Becket, an actor. The hymn was sung for the first time in Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, in O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue, When borne by the red, white and blue, Thy banners make tyranny tremble When borne by the red, white and blue. When war winged its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm: With the garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue, The boast of the red, white and blue, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue.
The star-spangled banner bring hither, O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave: May the service, united, ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true; The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three cheers for the red, white and blue, The army and navy forever. Three cheers for the red, white and blue. The Star-Spangled Banner bring hither, O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave; May the service united ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true; The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue.
The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. On the very day June 14, now celebrated as Flag Day on which Congress passed the resolution authorizing the national flag, Captain John Paul Jones was appointed Commander of the "Ranger," which was fitting out for service at Portsmouth, New Hampshire. When this this news reached Portsmouth, some of the young ladies of that place Tradition names five,—Mary Langdon, Augusta Pierce, Caroline Chandler, Dorothy Hall and Helen Seavey made a flag from "slices of their best silk gowns" for presentation to Jones, who was in Boston at the time.
He made the trip from Boston to Portsmouth for the purpose of receiving and displaying the colors, which event occurred, so it is recorded, July 4th, , the first anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. Other events of historical interest in connection with this flag was its first appearance on the ocean, November 1st, , when the "Ranger" set sail to carry the message, "Burgoyne has surrendered," to the King of France, the voyage lasting 3 days, Jones landing at Nantes, December 2d, It received the first salute by a foreign naval power, February 14th, , in Brest Roads when the "Ranger" sailed through the French fleet.
It waved over the "Ranger" when she defeated the "Drake," and the "Bon Homme Richard" when she conquered the "Serapis. Augustus C. Buell in his "History of Paul Jones" says: "When Jones returned to this country in February, , he found Miss Langdon of the 'quilting party' a guest of the Ross family whose house was always his home in Philadelphia. By way of apology he explained to her that his most ardent desire had been to bring that flag back to America, with all its glories, and give it back untarnished into the fair hands that had given it to him nearly four years before.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star; How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky! Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. Then the trav'ller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep, While you thro' my window peep, And you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. O'er this wild world a ranger, Hast thou no friends, no home? Scenes that are brightest may charm for a while; Hearts which are lightest, and eyes that smile. Yet o'er them above us, though nature beam, With none to love us, how sad they seem! With none to love us, how sad they seem! Words cannot scatter the thoughts we fear, For though they flatter, they mock the ear; Hopes will still deceive us with tearful cost, And when they leave us the heart is lost!
And when they leave us the heart is lost. While the United States has no great war song which ranks with those of other nations, it has one song of peace that reaches not only the hearts of its own people, but touches a responsive chord in the hearts of the whole world. The song is "Home, Sweet Home. Payne's mother died when he was thirteen, and after that the author of the world's home song never knew what it meant to have a home of his own.
At the age of thirteen, Payne became a clerk in a mercantile house. At seventeen he went on the stage and achieved great success in the large eastern cities. He was twenty-one when he appeared in Drury Lane Theatre, London. He lived abroad for twenty years, and although he seemed to have been diligent and fairly successful, he was poor and often wretched. He wrote several successful dramas, among them "Clari, the Maid of Milan.
The song was a great success and enriched all who handled it except its author. He did not even receive the twenty-five pounds which was his share of the proceeds from the sale of the manuscript. In Payne returned to America. Later he was appointed consul to Tunis and died there in In , through the generosity of W.
John Howard Payne. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, D. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Home, etc. An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that came at my call: Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
I'm glad I am a farmer, the sturdy plough to wield, Or reap and bind the ripen'd grain that waves in yonder field. I'm glad I am a farmer, his heart is always gay As merrily his song rings out amid the new-mown hay. O happy is the farmer, for when the day is o'er, The ev'ning shadows gather round, that he may work no more. How peacefully around him, soft sleep her curtain throws, There's nothing half so tranquil as the laborer's repose. Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill; The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking; Kathleen Mavourneen, what!
Kathleen Mavourneen, what! Or hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? It may be for years, and it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? It may be for years, and it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen? Kathleen Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers; The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part! When you realize that the songs in this book, if bought separately in sheet form, would cost from ten to fifty cents each and that you get all of them for 15 cents, you know it's mighty big value.
Why not tell others about it? The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hopes will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring, that can, that can no comfort bring; To those exciting scenes will blend, O'er pleasure's pathway thrown; But mem'ry is the only friend That grief can call its own, That grief can call its own, That grief can call its own. The mind will in its worst despair, Still ponder o'er the past, On moments of delight that were Too beautiful to last; that were too beautiful to last; To long departed years extend Its visions with them flown; For mem'ry is the only friend That grief can call its own, That grief can call its own, That grief can call its own.
Sabine Baring-Gould. Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan. Onward, christian soldiers! Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before. Christ, the royal Master, Leads against the foe; Forward into battle, See, his banners go! Onward, Christian soldiers! At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee; On, then, Christian soldiers, On to victory! Hell's foundations quiver At the shout of praise; Brothers, lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise. Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod; We are not divided, All one body we, One in hope and doctrine, One in charity.
Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain; Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail; We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail. Onward then, ye people! Join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices In the triumph song; Glory, laud and honor Unto Christ the King, This thro' countless ages Men and angels sing.
Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours; Work, while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers. Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done. Work for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is darkening, When man's work is o'er. Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th' avenging sword unsheathed! March on, march on! With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile insatiate despots dare, Their thirst for gold and pow'r unbounded, To mete and vend the light and air, To mete and vend the light and air.
Like beasts of burden would they load us, Like gods would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? O Liberty! Can dungeons, bolts and bars confine thee? Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
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Too long the world has wept bewailing That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield; But freedom is our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing. The bull-dog called the bull-frog A green old water fool. The pollywog died laughing, To see him wag his jaw. Says the monkey to the owl: "Oh! Says the tom-cat to the dog: "Oh! Says the bull-dog to the cat: "Oh! They're spooning in the dead of night: But where's the harm in that? Pharaoh's daughter on the bank, Little Moses in the pool, Pharaoh's daughter on the bank, Little Moses in the pool.
Pharaoh's daughter on the bank, Little Moses in the pool. She fished him out with a telegraph pole, And sent him off to school. Jacob, get the cows home and put them in the pen, For the cousins are a-coming to see us all again; The dowdy's in the pan, and the turkey's on the fire, And we all must get ready for Cousin Jedediah.
Jerusha, put the kettle on, We'll all take tea. Now, Obed, wash your face, boy, and tallow up your shoes, While I go to see Aunt Betty, and tell her all the news; And, Kitty, slick your hair, and put on your Sunday gown, For Cousin Jedediah comes right from Boston town. And, Job, you peel the onions, and wash and fix the 'taters, We'll have them on the table in those shiny painted waiters; Put on your bran new boots, and those trousers with the straps, Aunt Sophia'll take a shine to you, if you look real slick, perhaps.
Tell Josh to put the colt in the double-seated chaise, Let him just card down the cattle, give them a little hay; I'll wear my nice new bell-crown I bought of old Uriah, And I guess we'll astonish our Cousin Jedediah. If your choral society hasn't a supply of this book, show a copy to your leader and suggest that a supply be purchased so that you will have plenty of copies on hand when needed.
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all gracious King;" The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still thro' the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
For lo! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled! Christ, by highest heav'n adored; Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time, behold Him come, Offspring of the favored one. Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Good morning to you, Good morning to you, Good morning, dear children, Good morning to all. Dashing through the snow In a one horse open sleigh, O'er the fields we go, Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song to night!
Chorus Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way! Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young, Take the girls to night, And sing this sleighing song; Just get a bob tailed nag, Two forty for his speed, Then hitch him to an open sleigh, And crack!
The bell doth toll, Its echoes roll, I know the sound full well; I love its ringing, For it calls to singing, With its bim, bim, bim, bome bell, Bim, bome, bim, bim, bim, bome bell. Now you've heard my ABC, Tell me what you think of me. Now my Alphabet is through, will you hear my sister too? Now we've said our A B C, Let us have a kiss from thee. Mary Mapes Dodge. Can a little child, like me, Thank the Father fittingly?
Yes, oh, yes! Father, we thank Thee! Father in heaven, we thank Thee! For the fruit upon the tree, For the birds that sing of Thee, For the earth in beauty drest, Father, mother, and the rest; For Thy precious, loving care, For Thy bounty ev'rywhere,. For the sunshine warm and bright, For the day and for the night; For the lessons of our youth, Honor, gratitude and truth; For the love that met us here, For the home and for the cheer,. For our comrades and our plays, And our happy holidays; For the joyful work and true That a little child may do, For our lives but just begun; For the great gift of Thy Son,.
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace, Let us each, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace. O refresh us, O refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. Thanks we give, our adoration For the Gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound: May Thy presence, May Thy presence With us evermore be found.
If you have a pleasant tho't, Sing it, sing it; As the birds sing in their sport, Sing it from the heart: Does the Holy Spirit move For the children of His love, Sing, and point the home above, Sing it from the heart. Singing, singing from the heart! Oh, the joy our songs impart! Jesus, bless the tuneful art, Singing from the heart. Ev'ry gracious deed of His, Sing it, sing it; Nothing sounds so well as this. Sing it from the heart: How the Lord walked on the wave, Rescued Lazarus from the grave, Died our guilty souls to save, Sing it from the heart.
Are you weary, are you sad? Sing it, sing it; Make yourselves and others glad, Sing it from the heart: Angels now before His face Sing of Christ's redeeming grace, Give the Savior endless praise, Sing it from the heart. Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie, Lodged in the breast; Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times; Go through all years and climes, The heart to cheer. Kind words can never die, never die, never die; Kind words can never die, no, never die. Childhood can never die— Wrecks of the past Float o'er the memory, Bright to the last.
Many a happy thing, Many a daisy spring, Floats on time's ceaseless wing, Far, far away. Childhood can never die, never die, never die; Childhood can never die, no, never die. Sweet thoughts can never die, Though, like the flow'rs, Their brightest hues may fly In wintry hours, But when the gentle dew Gives them their charms anew, With many an added hue, They bloom again. Sweet thoughts can never die, never die, never die; Sweet thoughts can never die, no, never die. Our souls can never die, Though in the tomb We may all have to lie, Wrapt in its gloom.
What though the flesh decay, Souls pass in peace away, Live though eternal day, With Christ above. Our souls can never die, never die, never die; Our souls can never die, no, never die. God be with you till we meet again, By His counsels guide, uphold you, With His sheep securely fold you, God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, till we meet, Till we meet at Jesus' feet; Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again, 'Neath His wings protecting hide you, Daily manna still divide you, God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again, When life's perils thick confound you, Put His arms unfailing round you, God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er you, Smite death's threatening wave before you, God be with you till we meet again. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee. Holy, holy, holy,! All thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea.
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blessed Trinity! Come, children, and join in our festival song, And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along; We'll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise, To God, who has kept us, and lengthened our days. Happy greeting to all! Happy greeting to all, Happy greeting, happy greeting, happy greeting to all! Our Father in Heaven, we lift up to Thee, Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee; Oh, bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour, we pray, That from Thy blest precepts we never may stray.
And if, ere this glad year has drawn to a close, Some loved one among us in death shall repose, Grant, Lord, that the dear one in Heaven may dwell, In the mansions of Jesus, where all shall be well. Henry Tucker. To and fro, to and fro, hear the tread of little children, As they go, as they go, busy march of busy feet! Here and there, ev'rywhere, joyous songs we're singing; Loud and clear, full of cheer, happy tones are ringing.
We will tell, we will tell, of the wondrous story While we raise songs of praise, to our Lord in glory. Thro' the world, thro' the world, doing angels' duty, Bright and fair, bright and fair, clothed in angel beauty. Come cheerful companions, unite in our song, Here's to the friends we love! May bountiful Heaven, their sweet lives prolong, Here's to the friends we love! Oh, sympathy deepens whenever we sing; Friendship's the mystical word in our ring; Here's to our friends! Here's to our friends! Here's to the friends we love! And first, the dear parents who watch o'er our youth, They are the friends we love!
And next are the teachers who tell us of truth. They are the friends we love! Next, think of the absent to all of us dear, They are the friends we love! Oh, would they were with us, we would they were here! And here's to the good, and the wise, and the true, They are the friends we love! Their beautiful lives are for me and for you, They are the friends we love! Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. Katherine Lee Bates. O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain.
God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea. O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness. God mend thine ev'ry flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law. O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life. May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And ev'ry gain divine. O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears.
While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day; Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's transient dream; When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll; Blest Saviour, then in love Fear and distrust remove; O, bear me safe above,— A ransomed soul. Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, oh, how free!
Loving kindness, loving kindness, His loving kindness, oh, how free! He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate, His loving kindness, oh, how great! Loving kindness, loving kindness, His loving kindness, oh, how great! Tho' numerous hosts of might foes, Tho' earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving kindness, oh, how strong!
Loving kindness, loving kindness, His loving kindness, oh, how strong! When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving kindness, oh, how good! Loving kindness, loving kindness, His loving kindness, oh, how good! I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children like lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with Him then. I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, That His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, "Let the little ones come unto Me.
ANNA B. Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so. He who died Heaven's gates to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let His little child come in. O no sights ever witnessed by mortals, Can compare with the glories up there I shall spend my vacation with Jesus, In the place He went on to prepare. There the weather will always be perfect. Here on earth when we take our vacation, We return to our homes by and by; When I take my vacation in heaven, In those mansions of gold in the sky. Oh it is Jesus! Yes, it is Jesus! When the great plants of our cities have turned out their last finished work, When our merchants have sold their last yard of goods and dismissed the last tired clerk, When our banks have raked in their last dollar and paid the last dividends, When the Judge of the earth say, "closed for the night," and asks for a balance What Then?
What then? When the great Book is opened, what then? When the choir has sung its last song and the preacher has said his last prayer, When the people have heard their last sermon and the sound has died out in the air, When the Bible lies closed on the altar and the pews are all empty of folks, And each one stands facing his record and the great Book is opened What Then?
When the actors have played their last drama and the mimic has made his last fun, When the film has flashed its last film and the billboard displayed its last run, When the crowds seeking pleasure have vanished and all the liquor stores and beer joints have been closed, And the salesman sold his last drink and gone out in the darkness, When the trumpet of ages is sounded and we stand before Him What Then? When the bugle call sinks into silence and the long marching columns stand still, And the captain repeats his last orders, And the flag has been hauled from the mast.
And the wounded afield checked in and a world that rejects its Saviour is asked for a reason What Then? If the world from you withholds Of its silver and its gold, And you have to get along With meager fare, Just remember, in His Word, How He feeds the little bird; Take your burden to the Lord And leave it there. If your body suffers pain And your health you can't regain, And your soul is Almost sinking in despair, Jesus knows the pain you feel, He can save and He can heal; Take your burden to the Lord And leave it there.
When your enemies assail And your heart begins to fail, Don't forget that God In heaven answers prayer; He will make a way for you And will lead you safely through; Take your burden to the Lord And leave it there. When your youthful days are gone And old age is stealing on, And your body bends Beneath the weight of care; He will never leave you then, He'll go with you to the end; Take your burden to the Lord And leave it there.
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He broke my chains and set me free, He broke my chains and set me free, He broke my chains and set me free, I'll serve Him till I die. We're floating down the stream of time, We have not long to stay; The stormy clouds of darkness Will turn to brightest day. Then let us all take courage, For we're not left alone; The lifeboat soon is coming To gather the Jewels home.
Chorus Then cheer, my brother, cheer, Our trial will soon be o'er, Our loved ones we shall meet, shall meet, Upon the golden shore. We're pilgrims and we're strangers here, We're seeking a city to come, The lifeboat soon is coming, To gather the Jewels home. Sometimes the Devil tempts me, And says it's all in vain To try to live a Christian life And walk in Jesus' name; But then we hear the Master say, "I'll lend you a helping hand, And if you'll only trust Me, I'll guide you to the land.
The lifeboat soon is coming, By eyes of faith I see As she sweeps through the waters To rescue you and me, And land us safely in the port With friends we love so dear. Oh, now's the time to get on board, While she is passing by; But if you stand and wait too long, You shall forever die; The fare is paid for one and all, The Captain bids you come, And get on board the lifeboat, She'll carry you safely home. It shall flow like a river. It shall fall like the rain.
I dreamed that the great judgment morning Had dawned, and the trumpet had blown; I dreamed that the nations had gathered To judgment before the white throne; From the throne came a bright shining angel, And stood on the land and the sea, And swore with his hand raised to heaven, That time was no longer to be. The rich man was there, but his money Had melted and vanished away; A pauper he stood in the judgment, His debts were too heavy to pay; The great man was there, but his greatness, When death came, was left far behind. The angel that opened the records, Not a trace of his greatness could find.
The widow was there with the orphans, God heard and remembered their cries; No sorrow in heaven forever. God wiped all the tears from their eyes; The gambler was there and the drunkard, And the man that had sold them the drink, With the people who gave him the license, Together in hell they did sink.
Jesus will be there In my Father's House, Where there's peace, peace, peace. There'll be no sorrow there In my Father's House. There'll be joy, real joy. John saw it descending from heaven When Patmos, in exile, he trod; Its high, massive wall is of jasper, The city itself is pure gold; And when my frail tent here is folded, eyes shall its glory behold. I am weak but Thou art strong, Jesus keep me from all wrong; I'll be satisfied as long, As I walk let me walk close to Thee. Thru this world of toil and snares, If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares? None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee. When my feeble life is o'er, Time for me will be no more; Guide me gently, safely o'er, To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore. We're looking for His coming, in the clouds of heaven, Coming back to earth to catch away His own; Then may we all be ready, when midnight cry is given, To go and reign with Christ on His throne. Chorus Gladly may we herald the message Of His blessed appearing, Soon He's coming in glory, Tell to one and all; Then awake, ye saints of the Lord, Why slumber when the end is nearing, But get ready for the final call.
We're longing for the glory that awaits the faithful, Who shall overcome, and ev'ry conflict win; Press ever bravely onward, the prize is life eternal To all who win the fight over sin. We're praying for the advent of our blessed Savior, Who has promised life to all who trust His grace; His coming now is pending, the message being given, And soon we'll see our Lord face to face. We see the signs appearing of His blessed coming, Lo, behold the fig leaves now becoming green; The gospel of His kingdom has gone to ev'ry nation; That we are near the end can be seen.
The sheep of His pasture have gathered To hear what the Shepherd would say, His voice like the sound of slow waters, Came rippling through vessels of clay. Through prophets, by precious blood purchased, Cleansed and surrendered and filled. And set in the Body for service, As the Head of the Body hath willed. Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow? Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, Oh be washed in the blood of the Lamb. Yes, I'm washed in the blood In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb. Yes, my garments are spotless, they are white as snow. Yes, I'm washed in the blood of the Lamb.
Jesus loves me! He who died, Heaven's gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin. Let His little child come in. Have you been baptized into the Body? Come and be baptized into the Body, And forevermore abide. Those who died before the Holy Spirit Came upon us from on high, May, by faith with Saints of old departed, Arise to meet Him in the sky. When the Bridegroom comes, will you be ready; And your vessel all filled and bright? You will be among the foolish virgins If you do not walk in the light. We find many people Who can't understand Why we are so happy and free, We've crossed over Jordan To Canaan's fair land, And this is like heaven to me.
I've crossed over Jordan To Canaan's fair land, And this is like heaven to me. We've heard the sweet music, The heavenly chord From glory land over the sea; A soul-thrilling message From Jesus our Lord, And this is like heaven to me. Brother a-far from the Saviour today, Risking your soul for the things that decay, Oh, if today God should call it away, What would you give in exchange for your soul? What would you give? What would you give in exchange for your soul? Oh, if today God should call it away, What would you give in exchange for your soul?
Must the dear Saviour still tenderly plead? Risk not your soul, it is precious indeed; What would you give in exchange for your soul? More than the silver and gold of the earth, More than all jewels thy spirit is worth! God, the Creator, has given it birth! If, when you stand at the bar by and by, When you are weighed in the balance on high, You should be sentenced forever to die. A wonderful time is just ahead, The Lord Whom we love and own Will open the gates of gloryland Revealing His glory throne.
A wonderful time is just ahead, Ourconflicts and trials passed; Ourwilderness journey at an end, Safe home everyone at last. A wonderful time is just ahead, Thegroans of creation cease; And all thatis held in bondage now The Lord willthat day release. Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way, And was wretched and vile as could be; But my Saviour above, gave me peace, joy and love, When He reached down His hand forme, for me.
I was nearing despair, when He cameto me there, And He showed me that I could be free; Then He lifted my feet, gave me glory complete, When He reached down His hand for me, for me. Since the Lord gave me peace, heavenly joys never cease; Lord, I give all my life unto Thee; Guide my feet, hold my hand, grant with Thee I may stand, For you reached down your hand for me, for me.
Hark, 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear, Out in the desert dark and drear, Calling the sheep who've gone astray Far from the Shepherd's fold away. Who'll go and help this Shepherd kind, Help Him the wandering ones to find? Who'll bring the lost ones the fold, Where they'll be sheltered from the cold? Out in the desert hear their cry, Out on the mountains wild and high, Hark! Oh Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy pow'r throughout The universe displayed.
When through the woods, And forest glades I wander And hear the birds, Sing sweetly in the trees; When I look down, From lofty mountain grandeur And hear the brook And feel the gentle breeze. When Christ shall come, With shout of acclamation And take me home, What joy shall fill my heart! They were in an upper chamber, They were all with one accord, When the Holy Ghost descended, As was promised by our Lord.
Yes, this pow'r from heav'n descended, With the sound of rushing wind; Tongues of fire came down upon them, As the Lord said He would send. Yes, this "old-time" pow'r was given To our fathers who were true; This is promised to believers, And we all may have it, too. Would you be free From the burden of sin? There's pow'r in the blood, Pow'r in the blood; Would you o'er evil a victory win? There's wonderful pow'r in the blood. Would you be free From your passion and pride? There's pow'r in the blood, pow'r in the blood; Come for a cleansing to Calvary's tide; There's wonderful pow'r in the blood.
Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow? There's pow'r in the blood, pow'r in the blood; Sin-stains are lost in its life-giving flow; There's wonderful pow'r in the blood. Would you do service for Jesus your King? There's pow'r in the blood, pow'r in the blood; Would you live daily His praises to sing?
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My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found; Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.
I'm rejoicing night and day, As I walk the pilgrim way, For the hand of God in all my life I see, And the reason of my bliss, Yes, the secret all is this: That the Comforter abides with me. He is with me everywhere, And He knows my every care I'm as happy as a bird and just as free; For the Spirit has control, Jesus satisfies my soul, Since the Comforter abides with me! There's no thirsting for the things Of the world, they've taken wings; Long ago I gave them up, and instantly All my night was turned to day, All my burdens rolled away, Now the Comforter abides with me!
Redeemed how I love to proclaim it! Redeemed and so happy in Jesus, No language my rapture can tell; I know that the light of His presence With me doth continually dwell. I think of my blessed Redeemer, I think of Him all the day long; I sing, for I cannot be silent; His love is the theme of my song.
I know I shall see in His beauty The King in whose law I delight; Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps, And giveth me songs in the night. What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my pardon this I see Nothing but the blood of Jesus; For my cleansing, this my plea Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Nothing can for sin atone Nothing but the blood of Jesus; Naught of good that I have done Nothing but the blood of Jesus. This is all my hope and peace Nothing but the blood of Jesus; This is all my righteousness Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
All ye saints of light proclaim, Jesus, the light of the world; Life and mercy in His name, Jesus, the light of the world. CHORUS We'll walk in the light, the beautiful light, Come where the dewdrops of mercy are bright; Shine all around us by day and by night, Jesus, the light of the world. Hear the Saviour's earnest call, Jesus, the light of the world; Send the Gospel truth to all, Jesus, the light of the world. Why not seek Him then today, Jesus, the light of the world; Go with truth the narrow way, Jesus, the light of the world.
Come, confess Him as your King, Jesus, the light of the world; Then the bells of heaven will ring, Jesus, the light of the world. Blessed be the fountain of blood, To a world of sinners revealed; Blessed be the dear Son of God: Only by His stripes we are healed. Though I've wandered far from His fold, Bringing to my heart pain and woe, Wash me in the blood of the Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow.
Thorny was the crown that He wore, And the cross His body o'ercame; Grievous were the sorrows he bore, But He suffered thus not in vain. May I to that fountain be led, Made to cleanse my sins here below; Wash me in the blood that He shed, And I shall be whiter than snow. Father, I have wandered from Thee, Often has my heart gone astray; Crimson do my sins seem to me Water cannot wash them away.
All hail the power of Jesus' name! Oh that with yonder sacred throng We at His feet may fall! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all. Go spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all. And crown Him Lord of all! Alas, and did my Savior Bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Was it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! And love beyond degree! Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut His glories in,.
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. When Jesus spoke these precious words, they stoned Him right away. Why do you stone Me? Jesus said, in a holy sweet command. It was on the Day of Pentecost, oh, how the fire did fall; The Holy Ghost descended and filled them one and all. Then Peter told the multitude, Repent of all your sins. Sad, sad, that bitter wail, "Almost," but lost! The clouds of our earthly horizon Will never appear in the sky, For all will be sunshine and gladness, With never a sob nor a sigh.
For all the rich bounties of heaven His sanctified children will share. For there we shall nevermore die. The old will be young there forever. The stars and the sun to outshine. Oh happy day that fixed my choice On Thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away.
Oh happy bond, that seals my vows To Him who merits all my love! Let cherrfull anthems fill His house While to that sacred shrine I move. Now rest, my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful center, rest; Nor ever from my Lord depart, With Him of every good possessed.
There are people almost everywhere, Whose hearts are all aflame, With the fire that fell at Pentecost, Which cleansed and made them clean; It is burning now within my heart, All glory to His name! I'm so glad that I can say I'm one of them! One of them, one of them, I'm so glad that I can say I'm one of them! Though these people may not learned be, Nor boast of worldly fame, They have all received their Pentecost, Baptized in Jesus' name; And are telling now, both far and wide, His pow'r is yet the same, I'm so glad that I can say I'm one of them!
They were gathered in the upper room, All praying in His name, They were baptized with the Holy Ghost, And pow'r for service came; Now what He did for them that day He'll do for you the same; I'm so glad that I can say I'm one of them! Come, my brother, seek this blessing That will cleanse your heart from sin, That will start the joy-bells ringing And will keep the soul aflame; It is burning now within my heart, All glory to His name, I'm so glad that I can say I'm one of them! CHORUS I'll be somewhere list'ning, I'll be somewhere list'ning, I'll be somewhere list'ning for my name; I'll be somewhere list'ning, I'll be somewhere list'ning, I'll be somewhere list'ning for my name.
If my heart is right when He calls me, If my heart is right I will hear; If my heart is right when He calls me, I'll be somewhere list'ning for my name. If my robe is white when He calls me, If my robe is white I will hear; If my robe is white when He calls me, I'll be somewhere list'ning for my name. Upon our journey here below we meet with pain and loss; Sometimes there is a crown of thorns, sometimes the heavy cross. The dreary road to Calvary, the bitter goad and sting, But what's inside those gates of pearl will be worth everything.
CHORUS When we're inside the gates of pearl, We'll learn a lot of things, We'll have a harp that's made of gold, Perhaps a thousand strings; We'll sing and shout and dance about, The Lamb will dry our tears; We'll have a grand homecoming week, The first ten thousand years. The shadows now begin to fall, the time is drawing nigh, When Christ our Lord shall come again like lightning from the sky. And while we wait and suffer here, praise God, we'll shout and sing, For one glimpse through those gates of pearl will be worth everything.
The precious blood of God's own Son has saved and sanctified A wondrous people for His name and they are called the Bride. Though here neglected and despised, one day the Lord will bring His chosen ones within the gates, and that's worth everything. I come! There the flow'rs will be blooming, And the grass will be green; And the skies will be clear And serene, oh, yes; Well the sun ever beams, In this valley of dreams; And no clouds there will ever Be seen,oh, yes. Well, the bear will be gentle, And the wolf will be tame; And the lion shall lay down By the lamb, oh, yes; Well the beast from the wild, Shall be led by a little child; And I'll be changed, changed From this creature that I am, oh, yes.
Great is the Lord! Upon life's boundless ocean Where mighty billows roll, I've fixed my hope in Jesus, Blest anchor of my soul; When trials fierce assail me As storms are gathering o'er, I rest upon His mercy And trust Him more. He keeps my soul from evil And gives me blessed peace, His voice hath stilled the waters And bid their tumult cease; My pilot and deliverer, To Him I all confide, For always when I need Him, He's at my side,.
Beyond the sunset, Oh blissful morning, When with our Saviour Heaven is begun. Earth's toiling ended, Oh glorious dawning; Beyond the sunset, when day is done. Beyond the sunset No clouds will gather, No storms will threaten, No fears annoy. Oh day of gladness, Oh day unending; Beyond the sunset, eternal joy.
Beyond the sunset, Oh glad reunion, With our dear loved ones Who've gone before. In that fair homeland We'll know no parting Beyond the sunset forevermore. My Father is rich in houses and lands, He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold His coffers are full, He has riches untold. A child of the King! With Jesus my Saviour, I'm a child of the King! My Father's own Son, the Saviour of men, Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest of them; But now He is reigning forever on high, And will give me a home in heav'n by and by.
I once was an outcast, stranger on earth, A sinner by choice, and an alien by birth! But I've been adopted, my name's written down, An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there! Time is filled with swift transition, Naught of earth unmoved can stand, Build your hopes on things eternal, Hold to God's unchanging hand!
Hold to God's unchanging hand! Build your hopes on things eternal, Hold to God's unchanging hand! Trust in Him who will not leave you, Whatsoever years may bring, If by earthly friends forsaken, Still more closely to Him cling! Covet not this world's vain riches, That so rapidly decay, Seek to gain the heavenly treasures, They will never pass away! When your journey is completed, If to God you have been true, Fair and bright the home in glory, Your enraptured soul will view!
Nations are breaking, Israel's awaking, The signs that the prophets foretold; The Gentile days numbered, With horrors encumbered; Eternity soon will unfold. Your redemption is near. The fig tree is growing; Jerusalem's restoring Her national life, long dethroned; Today she is calling, Her latter rain's falling, "Return, Oh dispersed, to your own. Heaven's powers are shaking, And many are mistaking God's meaning to be of the sky; God's Church is the power That's shaking this hour: The day of redemption is nigh. Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy with the Lord, And He will surely give you rest By trusting in His word.
For Jesus shed His precious blood, Rich blessings to bestow; Plunge now into the crimson flood That washes white as snow. Come, then, and join this holy band, And on to glory go, To dwell in that celestial land, Where joys immortal flow. One day when heaven Was filled with His praises, One day when sin Was as black as could be, Jesus came forth To be born of a virgin - Dwelt amongst men, My example is He! I looked over Jordan and what did I see Coming for to carry me home; A band of angels coming after me, Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home; Tell all my friends I'm a-coming too, Coming for to carry me home. Sometimes I'm up, and sometimes I'm down Coming for to carry me home; But still my soul is heaven bound Coming for to carry me home.
There's a land beyond the river, That we call the sweet forever, And we only reach that shore By faith's decree; One by one we'll gain the portals, There to dwell with the immortals, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Don't you hear the angels singing? In that far-off sweet forever, Just beyond the shining river, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. We shall know no sin nor sorrow, In that haven of tomorrow, When our barque shall sail beyond the silver sea; We shall only know the blessing Of our Father's sweet caressing, When they ring the golden bells for you and me.
When our days shall know their number, When in death we sweetly slumber, When the King commands the spirit to be free Nevermore with anguish laden, We shall reach that lovely Aiden, When they ring the golden bells for you and me. Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace; In the mansions bright and blessed, He'll prepare for us a place.
When we all see Jesus, We'll sing and shout the victory. While we walk the pilgrim pathway, Clouds will over-spread the sky; But when trav'ling days are over, Not a shadow, not a sigh. Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving ev'ry day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay. Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we'll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open, We shall tread the streets of gold. Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, Has a wondrous attraction for me; For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above, To bear it to dark Calvary. In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, A wondrous beauty I see.
I'll go with Him through the judgment, I'll go with Him through the judgment, I'll go with Him through the judgment, I'll go with Him, with Him all the way. He will give me grace and glory, He will give me grace and glory, He will give me grace and glory, And go with me, with me all the way. Oh my heart sings today, Sings for joy and gladness, Jesus saves, satisfies, Banishes my sadness; Guilt is gone, peace is mine, Peace like to a river, Jesus is wonderful, Mighty to deliver.
Once a slave, now I'm free, Free from condemnation, Jesus gives liberty And a full salvation; Now the sins of the past Have been all forgiven, And my name is inscribed On the book of heaven. Living here with my Lord In a holy union, Day by day, all the way Holding sweet communion; Oh what change grace hath wrought In my lowly station! Since my soul has received Full and free salvation. Living below in this old sinful world, Hardly a comfort can afford; Striving alone to face temptations sore, Where could I go but to the Lord? Seeking a refuge for my soul?
Needing a friend to help me in the end, Where could I go but to the Lord? Neighbors are kind, I love them every one, We get along in sweet accord; But when my soul needs manna from above, Where could I go but to the Lord? Far away in the depths Of my spirit tonight Rolls a melody Sweeter than psalm; In celestial like strains It unceasingly falls O'er my soul Like an infinite calm. What a treasure I have In this wonderful peace, Buried deep in the heart of my soul; So secure that no power Can mine it away, While the years of eternity roll.
I am resting tonight In this wonderful peace, Resting sweetly in Jesus' control; For I'm kept from all danger By night and by day, And His glory is flooding my soul. And me thinks when I rise To that city of peace, Where the author of peace I shall see, That one strain of the song Which the ransomed will sing, In that heavenly kingdom shall be:. Make Jesus your friend Ere the shadows grow dark; Oh, accept this sweet Peace so sublime.
The sun, it will never go down in that city, The sun, it will never go down; The flowers are blooming forever, And the sun, it will never go down. I feel like traveling on, I do, I feel like traveling on; The flowers are blooming forever, And the sun, it will never go down. If feel like shouting, sometimes I do, I feel like shouting, I do; The flowers are blooming forever, And the sun, it will never go down.
I thought when I saw my Saviour, Oh! Glory to God! I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Wand'ring through this world of sin, On my way to that fair city, When the Saints go marching in. All the world is bright since I got right. Now I sing and pray and shout, All my burdens have been lifted Since the Saviour brought me out; I will tell the world both far and near As I travel here below.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste Of glory divine! Praising my Savior, All the day long; This is my story, This is my song. Praising my Savior, All the day long. Perfect submission, Perfect delight! Visions of rapture Now burst on my sight; Angels, descending, Bring from above, Echoes of mercy, Whispers of love. Perfect submission, All is at rest! As of old, when the hosts of Israel Were compelled in the wilderness to dwell, Trusting they in their God to lead the way To the light of perfect day. For the Lord, our God, in His own good time Shall lead to the light at last.
To and fro, as a ship without a sail, Not a compass to guide them through the vale, But the sign of their God was ever near, Thus their fainting hearts to cheer. Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling for you and for me; See, on the portals He's waiting and watching, Watching for you and for me. Why should we tarry When Jesus is pleading, Pleading for you and for me? Why should we linger And heed not His mercies, Mercies for you and for me? Time is now fleeting, The moments are passing, Passing from you and from me;.
Shadows are gathering, Deathbeds are coming, Coming for you and for me. Thou, my everlasting portion, More than friend or life to me, All along my pilgrim journey, Savior let me walk with Thee. Not for ease or worldly pleasure, Nor for fame my prayer shall be; Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with Thee.
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- Jenna Moreci ft. The Saviours Champion | edwardgraywrites.
Lead me through the vale of shadows, Bear me o'er life's fitful sea; Then the gates of life eternal, May I enter, Lord with Thee. God specializes in things thought impossible, And He will do what no other power can do. Battles to win! God never failed; He stood back of His promises, Walls had to crumble as they marched around. Mountains and hills He will part for you too. When our work here is done and the life-crown is won. How to reach the masses, men of every birth? I've reached the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away.
As on Thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory-shore, My heav'n, my home forevermore! My Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me by the hand, For this is heaven's borderland.
A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from eververnal trees, And flow'rs, that never fading grow, Where streams of life forever flow. The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody. As angels with the white-robed throng Join in the sweet Redemption song. I've been happy since The Lord brought me out. I've been singing since The Lord brought me out. If it had not been for Jesus Oh where would I be. Aren't you glad that The Lord brought you out? I've been shouting since The Lord brought me out. To the harvest field away we will gladly go today, Gathering sheaves, beautiful sheaves; From the early dawn till night we will labor with our might, Gathering sheaves, beautiful sheaves.
How I adore Him! My breath, my sunshine, My all in all! What condescension, Bringing us redemption; That in the dead of night, Not one faint hope in sight; God, gracious, tender, Laid aside His splendor, Stooping to woo, to win, To save my soul. Without reluctance, Flesh and blood His substance, He took the form of man, Revealed the hidden plan. I will meet you in the morning, at the end of the way, On the streets of that city of gold; Where we all can be together and be happy for aye, While the years and the ages shall roll.
Let me view that sunny bright clime; It would strengthen my faith and would banish all fear; Lord, let me look past the curtain of time. Oh, my brother do you know the Savior, Who is wondrous, kind and true? He's the "Rock of your salvation! Have you "tasted that the Lord is gracious? Have you drunk from The living fountain? There's Honey in the Rock for you. Do you pray unto God the Father, "What wilt Thou have me to do? Then go out through the streets and byways, Preach the Word To the many or few; Say to every fallen brother, "There's Honey in the Rock for you.
Once Our blessed Christ of beauty, Was veiled off from human view; But through suff'ring, death and sorrow, He has rent the veil in two. He is the mighty conqueror, Since He rent the veil in two, Lo! He is the mighty conqueror, Since He rent the veil in two. Throughout time and endless ages, Heights and depths of love so true, He alone can be the giver, Since He rent the veil in two. Jesus breaks every fetter, Jesus breaks every fetter, Jesus breaks every fetter, And He sets me free. I am now on the altar, I am now on the altar, I am now on the altar Which was made for me.
I will shout Hallelujah! For He sets me free. Behold what manner of man is this, Who stills the raging sea. He heals the sick, the lame, the halt, And makes the blind to see. He opens all the prison doors And sets the captives free. Behold what manner of man is this, What manner of man is He? Behold what manner of man is this, Who speaks to the lame and halt.
He says "Thy sins be forgiven thee, Take up thy bed and walk" He stands as the mighty healer now And cries "Come unto me" Behold what manner of man is this What manner of man is He? Behold what manner of man is this, Who spake to the woman at the well. Everlasting life I will give to thee, Far richer than man can tell And whosoever shall drink of the well Shall live eternally. Behold what manner of man is this Who stands between God and man. His eyes are as a flame of fire His fan is in His hand. John saw Him in the seven churches As the sun in brilliancy Behold what manner of man is this What manner of man is He?
Behold what manner of man is this, Who sits on His heavenly throne. He rules and reigns from heaven above His beloved and His own. He's the lion of the tribe of Judah, The root of David is He. Behold what manner of man is this What manner of man is He? I will praise Him! Praise the Lamb for sinners slain; Give Him glory, all ye people, For His blood has washed away each stain.