Be Thou My Vision

    Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
    Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
    Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
    Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

    Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
    I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
    Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
    Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

    Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
    Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
    Thou my souls Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
    Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

    Riches I heed not, nor mans empty praise,
    Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
    Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
    High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

    High King of Heaven, my victory won,
    May I reach Heavens joys, O bright Heavens Sun!
    Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
    Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

    Beyond The Sunset

    Virgil Brock

    Beyond the sunset,
    O blissful morning,
    When with our Saviour
    Heav'n is begun.
    Earth's toiling ended,
    O glorious dawning;
    Beyond the sunset
    When day is done.

    Beyond the sunset,
    No clouds will gather,
    No storms will threaten,
    No fears annoy;
    O day of gladness,
    O day unending,
    Beyond the sunset,
    Eternal Joy.

    Beyond the sunset,
    A hand will guide me
    To God, the Father,
    Whom I adore;
    His glorious presence,
    His words of welcome,
    Will be my portion
    On that fair shore.

    Beyond the sunset,
    O glad reunion,
    With our dear loved ones
    Who've gone before;
    In that fair homeland
    We'll know no parting,
    Beyond the sunset
    For evermore!

    Blessed Assurance

    Frances Crosby

    Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
    O what a foretaste of glory divine!
    Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
    Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

    Refrain

    This is my story, this is my song,
    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
    I in my Savior am happy and blest,
    Watching and waiting, looking above,
    Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

    Blest Are The Pure In Heart

    John Keble

    Blest are the pure in heart,
    For they shall see our God;
    The secret of the Lord is theirs;
    Their soul is Christ's abode.

    The Lord, who left the heavens
    Our life and peace to bring,
    To dwell in lowliness with men
    Their Pattern and their King.

    Still to the lowly soul
    He doth Himself impart;
    And for His cradle and His throne
    Chooseth the pure in heart.

    Lord, we Thy presence seek;
    May ours this blessing be;
    Give us a pure and lowly heart,
    A temple meet for Thee.

    Breathe On Me Breath Of God

    Edwin Hatch

    Breathe on me, breath of God,
    Fill me with life anew,
    That I may love what Thou dost love,
    And do what Thou wouldst do.

    Breathe on me, breath of God,
    Until my heart is pure,
    Until with Thee I will one will,
    To do and to endure.

    Breathe on me, breath of God,
    Blend all my soul with Thine,
    Until this earthly part of me
    Glows with Thy fire divine.

    Breathe on me, breath of God,
    So shall I never die,
    But live with Thee the perfect life
    Of Thine eternity.

    By Cool Siloams Shady Rill

    Reginald Heber

    By cool Siloam's shady rill
    How fair the lily grows!
    How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
    Of Sharon's dewy rose!

    Lo! such the child whose early feet
    The paths of peace have trod,
    Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
    Is upward drawn to God.

    By cool Siloam's shady rill
    The lily must decay;
    The rose that blooms beneath the hill
    Must shortly fade away.

    And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
    Of man's maturer age
    Will shake the soul with sorrow's power
    And stormy passion's rage.

    O Thou Whose infant feet were found
    Within Thy Father's shrine,
    Whose years with changeless virtue crowned,
    Were all alike divine.

    Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
    We seek Thy grace alone,
    In childhood, manhood, age, and death
    To keep us still Thine own.

    Christ Will Gather In His Own

    Nikolaus von Zinzendorf

    Christ will gather in His own
    To the place where He is gone,
    Where their heart and treasure lie,
    Where our life is hid on high.

    Day by day the voice saith, "Come,
    Enter thine eternal home";
    Asking not if we can spare
    This dear soul it summons there.

    Had He asked us, well we know
    We should cry, "O spare this blow!"
    Yes, with streaming tears should pray,
    "Lord, we love him, let him stay."
    [substitute her if appropriate]

    But the Lord doth naught amiss,
    And, since He hath ordered this,
    We have naught to do but still
    Rest in silence on His will.

    Many a heart no longer here,
    Ah! was all too inly dear,
    Yet, O Love, 'tis Thou dost call,
    Thou wilt be our All in all.

    Come Let Us Join Our Friends Above

    Charles Wesley

    Come, let us join our friends above, who have obtained the prize,
    And on the eagle wings of love to joys celestial rise.
    Let saints on earth unite to sing with those to glory gone,
    For all the servants of our King in earth and heaven are one.

    One family we dwell in Him, one church above, beneath,
    Though now divided by the stream, the narrow stream of death;
    One army of the living God, to His command we bow;
    Part of His host have crossed the flood, and part are crossing now.

    Ten thousand to their endless home this solemn moment fly,
    And we are to the margin come, and we expect to die.
    His militant embodied host, with wishful looks we stand,
    And long to see that happy coast, and reach the heavenly land.

    Our old companions in distress we haste again to see,
    And eager long for our release, and full felicity:
    Even now by faith we join our hands with those that went before;
    And greet the blood besprinkled bands on the eternal shore.

    Our spirits too shall quickly join, like theirs with glory crowned,
    And shout to see our Captain's sign, to hear His trumpet sound.
    O that we now might grasp our Guide! O that the word were given!
    Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, and land us all in Heaven.

    Crown Him With Many Crowns

    Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
    Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
    Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
    And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

    Crown Him the virgins Son, the God incarnate born,
    Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
    Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
    The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

    Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
    And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
    Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
    And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

    Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways
    From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
    His reign shall know no end, and round His pierced feet
    Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

    Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
    Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
    Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
    Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

    Day Is Past And Gone

    John Leland

    The day is past and gone,
    The evening shades appear;
    O may we all remember well
    The night of death draws near.

    We lay our garments by,
    Upon our beds to rest;
    So death shall soon disrobe us all
    Of what is here possessed.

    Lord, keep us safe this night,
    Secure from all our fears;
    May angels guard us while we sleep,
    Till morning light appears.

    Dear Lord And Father Of Mankind

    John Whittier

    Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
    Forgive our foolish ways;
    Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
    In purer lives thy service find,
    In deeper reverence, praise,
    In deeper reverence, praise.

    In simple trust like theirs who heard,
    Beside the Syrian sea,
    The gracious calling of the Lord,
    Let us, like them, without a word,
    Rise up and follow thee,
    Rise up and follow thee.

    O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
    O calm of hills above,
    Where Jesus knelt to share with thee
    The silence of eternity,
    Interpreted by love!
    Interpreted by love!

    With that deep hush subduing all
    Our words and works that drown
    The tender whisper of thy call,
    As noiseless let thy blessing fall
    As fell thy manna down,
    As fell thy manna down.

    Drop thy still dews of quietness,
    Till all our strivings cease;
    Take from our souls the strain and stress,
    And let our ordered lives confess
    The beauty of thy peace,
    The beauty of thy peace.

    Breathe through the heats of our desire
    Thy coolness and thy balm;
    Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
    Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
    O still, small voice of calm,
    O still, small voice of calm.

    Death Hath No Terrors

    Charles Jones

    Death hath no terrors for the blood bought one,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
    The boasted vict'ry of the grave is gone,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Refrain

    Jesus rose from the dead,
    Rose triumphant as He said,
    Snatched the vict'ry from the grave,
    Rose again our souls to save-
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Our souls die daily to the world and sin,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
    By the Spirit's power as He dwells within,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Refrain

    We seek a city far beyond this vale,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
    Where joys celestial never, never fail,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Refrain

    We'll then press forward to the heav'nly land,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
    Nor mind the troubles met on ev'ry hand,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Refrain

    We'll rise some day just as our Savior rose,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
    Till then shall death be but a calm repose,
    O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

    Refrain

    End Of The Road

    Lizzie DeArmond

    When I come to the end of the long, long road,
    The shadows will flee away,
    And I'll stand in the glorious light of God,
    Where dwelleth eternal day.

    Refrain

    When I come to the end, the end of the road,
    To the land of eternity,
    When I come to the end of life's long road,
    The face of my Lord I'll see.

    Looking back o'er the years that were hard and drear,
    The hand of the Christ I'll see;
    While my heart will go forth with a song of praise,
    Because of His love for me.

    Refrain

    When I come to the end of the long, long road,
    And trials will all be past,
    I shall look in the face of my dearest Friend,
    Safe home in His Heav'n at last.

    Refrain

    Eternal Father Strong To Save

    William Whiting

    Eternal Father, strong to save,
    Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
    Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
    Its own appointed limits keep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
    And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
    Who walked on the foaming deep,
    And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
    Upon the chaos dark and rude,
    And bid its angry tumult cease,
    And give, for wild confusion, peace;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Trinity of love and power!
    Our family shield in dangers hour;
    From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
    Protect us wheresoever we go;
    Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
    Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

    Fairest Lord Jesus

    Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
    O Thou of God and man the Son,
    Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
    Thou, my souls glory, joy and crown.

    Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
    Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
    Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
    Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

    Fair is the sunshine,
    Fairer still the moonlight,
    And all the twinkling starry host;
    Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
    Than all the angels heaven can boast.

    All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
    Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
    None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
    Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.

    Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
    Son of God and Son of Man!
    Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
    Now and forever more be Thine.

    Faith Of Our Fathers

    Frederick Faber

    Faith of our fathers, living still,
    In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
    O how our hearts beat high with joy
    Whenever we hear that glorious Word!

    Refrain

    Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
    We will be true to thee till death.

    Faith of our fathers, we will strive
    To win all nations unto Thee;
    And through the truth that comes from God,
    We all shall then be truly free.

    Faith of our fathers, we will love
    Both friend and foe in all our strife;
    And preach Thee, too, as love knows how
    By kindly words and virtuous life.

    Father Of Jesus Christ My Lord

    Charles Wesley

    Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
    My Savior and my Head;
    I trust in Thee, Whose powerful Word
    Hath raised Him from the dead.

    In hope, against all human hope,
    Self desperate, I believe;
    Thy quickening Word shall raise me up,
    Thou shalt Thy Spirit give.

    Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees,
    And looks to that alone;
    Laughs at impossibilities,
    And cries, "It shall be done!"

    To Thee the glory of Thy power
    And faithfulness I give;
    I shall in Christ, at that glad hour,
    And Christ in me shall live.

    Obedient faith that waits on Thee,
    Thou never wilt reprove;
    Bt Thou wilt form Thy Son in me,
    And perfect me in love.

    Father Who Hast Gathered

    Ernest Dugmore

    Father, Who hast gathered
    This dear child to rest,
    Unto Thee we yield him,
    Sure Thou knowest best.

    Thou, O Lord, Who gavest,
    Dost Thine own reclaim;
    Thou, O Lord, hast taken-
    Blessed still Thy Name!

    Thine by right creative,
    By redemption Thine,
    By regeneration
    And the holy sign.

    Thou Who didst endow him
    With baptismal grace,
    Now in love hast brought him
    To behold Thy face.

    Safe from all earth's sorrow,
    Safe from all its pains,
    Now this child of Adam,
    Paradise regains:

    Safe from all temptation,
    Safe from fear of sin,
    Through the blood of sprinkling
    Holy, bright and clean.

    Lay we this dear body
    In the earth to sleep,
    His sweet soul commending
    Unto Thee to keep:

    Looking for the dawning
    Of that deathless day,
    When all earthly shadows
    Shall have fled away.

    Only grant us, Father,
    Courage in our strife,
    And with him a portion
    In unending life.

    Few More Years Will Roll

    Horatius Bonar

    A few more years shall roll,
    A few more seasons come,
    And we shall be with those that rest
    Asleep within the tomb;
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that great day.

    Refrain

    O wash me in Thy precious blood,
    And take my sins away.

    A few more suns shall set
    O'er these dark hills of time,
    And we shall be where suns are not
    A far serener clime:
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that blest day.

    Refrain

    A few more storms shall beat
    On this wild rocky shore,
    And we shall be where tempests cease,
    And surges swell no more;
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that calm day.

    Refrain

    A few more struggles here,
    A few more partings o'er,
    A few more toils, a few more tears,
    And we shall weep no more:
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that bright day.

    Refrain

    A few more Sabbaths here
    Shall cheer us on our way,
    And we shall reach the endless rest,
    Th'eternal Sabbath day;
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that sweet day.

    Refrain

    'Tis but a little while,
    And He shall come again
    Who died that we might live, Who lives
    That we with Him may reign;
    Then, O my Lord, prepare
    My soul for that glad day.

    Refrain

    Fight The Good Fight

    John Monsell

    Fight the good fight with all thy might;
    Christ is thy Strength, and Christ thy Right;
    Lay hold on life, and it shall be
    Thy joy and crown eternally.

    Run the straight race through Gods good grace,
    Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
    Life with its way before us lies,
    Christ is the Path, and Christ the Prize.

    Cast care aside, upon thy Guide,
    Lean, and His mercy will provide;
    Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
    Christ is its Life, and Christ its Love.

    Faint not nor fear, His arms are near,
    He changeth not, and thou art dear.
    Only believe, and thou shalt see
    That Christ is all in all to thee.

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