As on the sea of life we sail, Oppressed with storms and dangers sore, We sing a-midst each war-ring gale, There's sunshine on the
The land of rest, where storms are o'er, There's sunshine on the other shore.
2 Though fiercely howls the stormy blast, And wild the angry billows roar, Though life with clouds is overcast, There's sunshine on the other shore.
3 Though parted in the thickening gloom,
Yet we shall meet to part no more;
And shout, while bursting from the tomb,
There's glory on the other shore!
4 Oh, home of hope, and peace, and rest,
I sigh for thee, where woes are o'er;
To dwell with all the pure and blest,
In glory, on the other shore.
5 Thou Saviour of the lone and lost,
Who hast our sinful burdens bore,
Thy blood shall save the tempest-tost,
In glory, on the other shore.
Why stand ye here all the day idle? Matt. xx. 6.
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The God of glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year,
And warns us each, with awful sound,
No longer stand ye idle here.
Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear,
Waste not of hope the morning light;
Ah, fools, why stand ye idle here?
And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your worthless day;
And stand ye yet so idle here?
O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord,
And grant us grace to please thee here.
Reginald Heber, ab. 1783-1826.
Who against Hope Beliqued in Hope.
I will rejoice in the Lord. Hab. iii. 18.
Away, my unbelieving fear!
Fear shall in me no more have place;
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face;
But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no!
I never will give up my shield.
Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with'ring fig-trees droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil;
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
Barren although my soul remain,
And not one bud of grace appear;
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin, is here;
Although my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me.
In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus my Lord and God I claim;
Jesus my strength shall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jesus' name:
To me he soon shall bring it nigh;
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.
Wesley, 1742.
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Let us go forth. Heb. xiii. 13.
Silent, like men in solemn haste,
Girded wayfarers of the waste,
We press along the narrow road
That leads to life, to bliss, to God.
We fling aside the weight and sin,
Resolved the victory to win;
We know the peril, but our eyes
Rest on the splendor of the prize.
Thy Will be Done in Earth.
L. M. 61. Nehemiah Shumway, cir. 1801. Arr. H., 1880.
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Thy kingdom come. Matt. vi. 10.
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L. M.
2 Great King, our hearts' petition hear
Thy name be hallowed far and near;
Reign thou, O Lord, with boundless sway,
May all the world thy word obey.
3 Speed on the glad triumphant hour
That shall reveal thy pomp and power:
May thine eternal kingdom come,
Thy will on earth like heaven be done.
4 Give daily bread by which we live;
As we forgive, our sins forgive;
From trials sore in mercy spare,
And save from Satan's every snare.
5 Then may we with the blood-washed throng,
From every nation, tribe and tongue,
Cry, Glory to the great I Am,
And, Worthy, worthy is the Lamb.
I will sing and give praise. Psalm cviii. 1. 2.
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Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children's children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
While all his works his praise proclaim,
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song.
We are More than Conquerors.
Blessed be the King that cometh.
Luke xix. 38.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see th' approaching sacrifice.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on his sapphire throne,
Expects his own anointed Son.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign.
Henry Hart Milman, 1827.
Surrounded by a host of foes,
Who is a God like unto thee?
Micah vii. 18.
L. M. 6 1. Great God of wonders! all Thy ways Are matchless, God-like, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace
More God-like and unrivalled shine: : Who is a pardoning God like thee?:[] Or who has grace so rich and free? Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty, daring worms to spare;
This is thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the honour share:
: Who is a pardoning God like thee?:
Or who has grace so rich and free?
In wonder lost, with trembling joy
We take the pardon of our God;
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye;
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood: : Who is a pardoning God like thee? :|| Or who has grace so rich and free?
Oh may this strange, this matchless grace,
This God-like miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all th' angelic choirs above:
L. M. 6 I.: Who is a pardoning God like thee? :||
Or who has grace so rich and free?
Stormed by a host of foes within,
Nor swift to flee, nor strong to oppose,
Single against hell, earth, and sin,
|: Single, yet undismayed, I am; :||
I dare believe in Jesus' name.
What though a thousand hosts engage,
A thousand worlds, my soul to shake?
I have a shield shall quell their rage,
And drive the alien armies back;
Portrayed it bears a bleeding Lamb;
I dare believe in Jesus' name.
Me to retrieve from Satan's hands,
Me from this evil world to free,
To purge my sins, and loose my bands,
And save from all iniquity,
: My Lord and God from heaven he came ; :
I dare believe in Jesus' name.
Salvation in his name there is;
Salvation from sin, death, and hell;
Salvation into glorious bliss;
How great salvation, who can tell? |: But all He hath for mine I claim; :|| I dare believe in Jesus' name.
Samuel Davies, ab. 1769.
Awake, put on thy strength.
Isaiah lii. 1.
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Awake, Jerusalem, awake!
No longer in thy sins lie down:
The garment of salvation take;
Thy beauty and thy strength put on..
Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,
And hides the promise from thine eyes;
Arise, and struggle into light;
The great Deliverer calls "Arise!"
Shake off the bands of sad despair;
Zion, assert thy liberty;
And God shall set the captive free.
Look up, thy broken heart prepare,
Depart, ye ransomed saints, depart;
The house of bondage quit; be clean;
Called to be saints, be pure in heart,
Abhor the loathsome touch of sin.
Vessels of mercy, sons of grace,
Be purged from every sinful stain;
Be like your Lord, his word embrace,
Nor bear his hallowed name in vain.
Wesley, ab. 1742.
And from that peaceful, hap-py clime Trans-porting bursts of song a-rise,
And, roll-ing through the mists of time, Tell us of joy that nev-er dies.
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