Abide With Me

    Henry Lyte

    Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
    The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

    Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
    Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
    Change and decay in all around I see;
    O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

    Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
    But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
    Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
    Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

    Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
    But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
    Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea
    Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

    Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
    And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
    Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
    On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

    I need Thy presence every passing hour.
    What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
    Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
    Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

    I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
    Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
    Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

    Abide With Us The Day Is Waning

    Caspar Boye

    "Abide with us, the day is waning,"
    Thus prayed the two while on the way;
    We read that Thou, O Lord, remaining,
    Didst all their doubts and fears allay.
    Incline Thine ear, Thou King of Grace,
    When, praying thus, we seek Thy face.

    At eventide, Thy Spirit sending,
    Help us, O Lord, our watch to keep,
    In prayer devout before Thee bending,
    Ere we our eyelids close in sleep,
    Confessing sin in deed and word
    With hope of mercy from the Lord.

    Abide with us; with heav'nly gladness
    Illumine, Lord, our darkest day;
    And when we weep in pain and sadness,
    Be Thou our Solace, Strength and Stay.
    Tell of Thy woe, Thy victory won,
    When Thou didst pray: "Thy will be done."

    Abide with us, O Savior tender,
    That bitter day when life shall end,
    When to the grave we must surrender,
    And fear and pain our hearts shall rend.
    The shield of faith do Thou bestow
    When trembling we must meet the foe.

    When earthly help no more availeth,
    To sup with us Thou wilt be nigh;
    Thou givest strength that never faileth,
    In Thee we grave and death defy.
    While earth is fading from our sight,
    Our eyes behold the realms of light.

    A Few More Years Shall 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.


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

    A few more suns shall set
    Oer 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.

    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.

    A few more struggles here,
    A few more partings oer,
    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.

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

    Again The Lord's Own Day Is Here

    Again the Lords own day is here,
    The day to Christian people dear,
    As, week by week, it bids them tell
    How Jesus rose from death and hell.

    For by His flock their Lord declared
    His resurrection should be shared;
    And we who trust in Him to save
    With Him are risen from the grave.

    We, one and all, of Him possessed,
    Are with exceeding treasures blessed,
    For all He did, and all He bare,
    He gives us as our own to share.

    Eternal glory, rest on high,
    A blessed immortality,
    True peace and gladness, and a throne,
    Are all His gifts, and all our own.

    And therefore unto Thee we sing,
    O Lord of peace, eternal King;
    Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
    Both on this day and evermore.

    All Creatures Of Our God And King

    St. Francis of Assisi

    All creatures of our God and King
    Lift up your voice and with us sing,
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Thou burning sun with golden beam,
    Thou silver moon with softer gleam!

    Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
    Make music for thy Lord to hear,
    O praise Him! Alleluia!
    Thou fire so masterful and bright,
    That givest man both warmth and light.

    Dear mother earth, who day by day
    Unfoldest blessings on our way,
    O praise Him! Alleluia!
    The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
    Let them His glory also show.

    Let all things their Creator bless,
    And worship Him in humbleness,
    O praise Him! Alleluia!
    Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
    And praise the Spirit, Three in One!

    Alleluia! sing to Jesus!

    William Chatterton Dix

    Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne.
    Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone.
    Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood.
    Jesus out of every nation has redeemed us by His blood.

    Alleluia! not as orphans are we left in sorrow now;
    Alleluia! He is near us, faith believes, nor questions how;
    Though the cloud from sight received Him when the forty days were o'er
    Shall our hearts forget His promise, “I am with you evermore”?

    Alleluia! bread of angels, Thou on earth our food, our stay;
    Alleluia! here the sinful flee to Thee from day to day:
    Intercessor, Friend of sinners, Earth's Redeemer, plead for me,
    Where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea.

    Alleluia! King eternal, Thee the Lord of lords we own;
    Alleluia! born of Mary, Earth Thy footstool, Heav'n Thy throne:
    Thou within the veil hast entered, robed in flesh our great High Priest;
    Thou on earth both priest and victim in the Eucharistic feast.

    All Men Living Are But Mortal

    Johann Albinus

    All men living are but mortal,
    Yea, all flesh must fade as grass;
    Only through deaths gloomy portal
    To eternal life we pass.
    This frail body here must perish
    Ere the heavnly love joys it cherish,
    Ere it gain the free reward
    For the ransomed of the Lord.

    Therefore, when my God doth choose it,
    Willingly Ill yield my life
    Nor will grieve that I should lose it,
    For with sorrows it was rife.
    In my dear Redeemers merit
    Peace hath found my troubled spirit,
    And in death my comfort this:
    Jesus death my source of bliss.

    There is joy beyond our telling,
    Where so many saints have gone;
    Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling,
    Worshiping before the throne,
    There the seraphim are shining,
    Evermore in chorus joining:
    'Holy, holy, holy Lord!
    Triune God, for aye adored!'

    Patriarchs of sacred story
    And the prophets there are found;
    The apostles, too, in glory
    On twelve seats are there enthroned,
    All the saints that have ascended
    Age on age, through time extended,
    There in blissful concert sing
    Hallelujahs to their King.

    O Jerusalem, how glorious
    Dost thou shine, thou city fair!
    Lo, I hear the tone victorious
    Ever sweetly sounding there.
    Oh, the bliss that there surprises!
    Lo, the sun of morn now rises,
    And the breaking day I see
    That shall never end for me.

    All Things Bright And Beautiful

    All things bright and beautiful,
    All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful,
    The Lord God made them all.

    Each little flower that opens,
    Each little bird that sings,
    He made their glowing colours,
    He made their tiny wings.

    The purple-headed mountain,
    The river running by,
    The sunset and the morning,
    That brightens up the sky;

    The cold wind in the winter,
    The pleasant summer sun,
    The ripe fruits in the garden,
    He made them every one;

    The tall trees in the greenwood,
    The meadows for our play,
    The rushes by the water,
    To gather every day;

    He gave us eyes to see them,
    And lips that we might tell
    How great is God Almighty,
    Who has made all things well.

    Almighty Father Of Mankind

    Michael Bruce

    Almighty Father of mankind,
    On Thee our hopes remain;
    And when the day of trouble comes
    I shall not trust in vain.

    In early years Thou wast my Guide,
    And of my youth the Friend;
    And as my days began with Thee,
    With Thee my days shall end.

    I know the Power in Whom I trust,
    The arm on which I lean;
    He will my Savior ever be
    Who has my Savior been.

    Thou wilt not cast me off when age
    And evil days descend;
    Thou wilt not leave me in despair
    To mourn my latter end.

    Therefore in life Ill trust in Thee,
    In death I will adore;
    And after death will sing Thy praise
    When time shall be no more.

    Amazing Grace

    John Newton

    Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
    That saved a wretch like me!
    I once was lost, but now am found;
    Was blind, but now I see.

    'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
    And grace my fears relieved;
    How precious did that grace appear
    The hour I first believed.

    Through many dangers, toils and snares,
    I have already come;
    'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
    And grace will lead me home.

    Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
    And mortal life shall cease,
    I shall possess, within the veil,
    A life of joy and peace.

    When we've been there ten thousand years,
    Bright shining as the sun,
    We've no less days to sing God's praise
    Than when we'd first begun.

    And Let This Feeble Body Fail

    Charles Wesley

    And let this feeble body fail,
    And let it droop and die;
    My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
    And soar to worlds on high;
    Shall join the disembodied saints,
    And find its long sought rest,
    That only bliss for which it pants,
    In my Redeemers breast.

    In hope of that immortal crown
    I now the cross sustain,
    And gladly wander up and down,
    And smile at toil and pain:
    I suffer out my threescore years,
    Till my Deliverer come,
    And wipe away His servants tears,
    And take His exile home.

    O what hath Jesus bought for me!
    Before my ravished eyes
    Rivers of life divine I see,
    And trees of paradise:
    I see a world of spirits bright,
    Who taste the pleasures there;
    They all are robed in spotless white,
    And conquering palms they bear.

    O what are all my sufferings here,
    If, Lord, Thou count me meet
    With that enraptured host to appear,
    And worship at Thy feet!
    Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
    Take life or friends away,
    But let me find them all again
    In that eternal day.

    Asleep In Jesus

    Margaret Mackay

    Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,
    From which none ever wakes to weep;
    A calm and undisturbed repose,
    Unbroken by the last of foes.

    Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet,
    To be for such a slumber meet,
    With holy confidence to sing
    That death has lost his venomed sting!

    Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,
    Whose waking is supremely blessed;
    No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
    That manifests the Saviors power.

    Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me
    May such a blessed refuge be!
    Securely shall my ashes lie
    And wait the summons from on high.

    Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
    Debars this precious 'hiding place';
    On Indian plains or Lapland snows
    Believers find the same respose.

    At The Cross

    Fanny Crosby

    Mourner, wheresoever thou art,
    At the cross theres room!
    Tell the burden of thy heart,
    At the cross theres room!
    Tell it in thy Saviors ear,
    Cast away thine every fear,
    Only speak, and He will hear;
    At the cross theres room!

    Haste thee, wandrer, tarry not,
    At the cross theres room!
    Seek that consecrated spot;
    At the cross theres room!
    Heavy laden, sore oppressed,
    Love can soothe thy troubled breast;
    In the Savior find thy rest;
    At the cross theres room!

    Thoughtless sinner, come today;
    At the cross theres room!
    Hark! the Bride and Spirit say,
    At the cross theres room!
    Now a living fountain see,
    Opened there for you and me,
    Rich and poor, for bond and free,
    At the cross theres room!

    Blessed thought! For every one
    At the cross theres room!
    Loves atoning work is done;
    At the cross theres room!
    Streams of boundless mercy flow,
    Free to all who thither go;
    Oh, that all the world might know
    At the cross theres room!

    Ave Maria!

    Ave Maria! Ave Maria! maiden mild!
    Listen to a maiden's prayer!
    Thou canst hear though from the wild,
    Thou canst save amid despair.
    Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,
    Though banish'd, outcast and reviled -
    Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer;
    Mother, hear a suppliant child!
    Ave Maria!

    Ave Maria! undefiled!
    The flinty couch we now must share
    Shall seem this down of eider piled,
    If thy protection hover there.
    The murky cavern's heavy air
    Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;
    Then, Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer;
    Mother, list a suppliant child!
    Ave Maria!

    Ave Maria! stainless styled!
    Foul demons of the earth and air,
    From this their wonted haunt exiled,
    Shall flee before thy presence fair.
    We bow us to our lot of care,
    Beneath thy guidance reconciled;
    Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer,
    And for a father hear a child!
    Ave Maria!

    Away With Our Sorrow And Fear

    Charles Wesley

    Away with our sorrow and fear!
    We soon shall recover our home,
    The city of saints shall appear,
    The day of eternity come:
    From earth we shall quickly remove,
    And mount to our native abode,
    The house of our Father above,
    The palace of angels and God.

    Our mourning is all at an end,
    When, raised by the life-giving Word,
    We see the new city descend,
    Adorned as a bride for her Lord;
    The city so holy and clean,
    No sorrow can breathe in the air;
    No gloom of affliction or sin,
    No shadow of evil is there.

    By faith we already behold
    That lovely Jerusalem here;
    Her walls are of jasper and gold,
    As crystal her buildings are clear;
    Immovably founded in grace,
    She stands as she ever hath stood,
    And brightly her Builder displays,
    And flames with the glory of God.

    No need of the sun in that day,
    Which never is followed by night,
    Where Jesus beauties display
    A pure and a permanent light:
    The Lamb is their light and their sun,
    And lo! by reflection they shine,
    With Jesus ineffably one,
    And bright in effulgence divine!

    The saints in His presence receive
    Their great and eternal reward;
    In Jesus, in Heaven they live,
    They reign in the smile of their Lord:
    The flame of angelical love
    Is kindled at Jesus face;
    And all the enjoyment above
    Consists in the rapturous gaze.

    Beautiful Beckoning Hands

    Charles Luther

    Beautiful hands at the gateway tonight,
    Faces all shining with radiant light;
    Eyes looking down from yon heavenly home,
    Beautiful hands they are beckoning 'come.'


    Beautiful hands, beckoning hands,
    Calling the dear ones to heavenly lands;
    Beautiful hands, beckoning hands,
    Beautiful, beautiful, beckoning hands.

    Beautiful hands of a little one, see!
    Baby voice calling, O mother, for thee;
    Rosy cheeked darling, the light of the home,
    Taken so early is beckoning 'come.'

    Beckoning hands of a husband, a wife,
    Watching and waiting the loved one of life;
    Hands of a brother, a sister, a friend,
    Out from the gateway tonight they extend.

    Brightest and best of that glorious throng,
    Center of all and Theme of their song;
    Jesus, our Savior, the pierced One stands,
    Lovingly calling with beckoning hands.

    Before The Ending Of The Day

    Before the ending of the day,
    Creator of the world, we pray!
    Your grace and peace to us allow
    And be our guard and keeper now.

    From evil dreams defend our sight,
    From all the terrors of the night,
    From all deluding thoughts that creep
    On heedless minds disarmed by sleep.

    O Father, this we ask be done
    Through Jesus Christ, your only Son,
    Who with the Holy Ghost and you
    Shall live and reign all ages through.

    Be Not Afraid

    Bob Dufford

    You shall cross the barren desert,
    but you shall not die of thirst.
    You shall wander far in safety,
    though you do not know the way.

    You shall speak your words in foreign lands,
    and all will understand,
    You shall see the face of God and live.

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

    If you pass through raging waters
    in the sea, you shall not drown.
    If you walk amidst the burning flames,
    you shall not be harmed.

    If you stand before the pow'r of hell
    and death is at your side,
    know that I am with you, through it all

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

    Blessed are your poor,
    for the Kingdom shall be theirs.
    Blest are you that weep and mourn,
    for one day you shall laugh.

    And if wicked men insult and hate you, all because of Me,
    blessed, blessed are you!

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

    Be still for the presence of the Lord

    David Evans

    Be still for the presence of the Lord,
    The Holy One is here;
    Come bow before Him now
    With reverence and fear.
    In Him no sin is found,
    We stand on holy ground;
    Be still, for the presence of the Lord,
    The Holy One is here.

    Be still, for the glory of the Lord
    Is shining all around;
    He burns with holy fire,
    With splendour He is crowned.
    How awesome is the sight,
    Our radiant King of light!
    Be still, for the glory of the Lord
    Is shining all around.

    Be still, for the power of the Lord
    Is moving in this place;
    He comes to cleanse and heal,
    To minister His grace.
    No work too hard for Him,
    In faith receive from Him;
    Be still, for the power of the Lord
    Is moving in this place.

    Be Still My Soul

    Katharina von Schlegel

    Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
    Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
    Leave to thy God to order and provide;
    In every change, He faithful will remain.
    Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
    Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

    Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
    To guide the future, as He has the past.
    Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
    All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
    Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
    His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.

    Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
    And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
    Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
    Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
    Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
    From His own fullness all He takes away.

    Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
    When we shall be forever with the Lord.
    When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
    Sorrow forgot, loves purest joys restored.
    Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
    All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

    Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
    On earth, be leaving, to Thy Lord on high;
    Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
    So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
    Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
    Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

With Grace