Our God Our Help In Ages Past

    Isaac Watts

    Our God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Our shelter from the stormy blast,
    And our eternal home.

    Under the shadow of Thy throne
    Thy saints have dwelt secure;
    Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
    And our defence is sure.

    Before the hills in order stood,
    Or earth received her frame,
    From everlasting Thou art God,
    To endless years the same.

    Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
    "Return, ye sons of men:"
    All nations rose from earth at first,
    And turn to earth again.

    A thousand ages in Thy sight
    Are like an evening gone;
    Short as the watch that ends the night
    Before the rising sun.

    The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
    With all their lives and cares,
    Are carried downwards by the flood,
    And lost in following years.

    Time, like an ever rolling stream,
    Bears all its sons away;
    They fly, forgotten, as a dream
    Dies at the opening day.

    Like flowery fields the nations stand
    Pleased with the morning light;
    The flowers beneath the mower's hand
    Lie withering ere ‘tis night.

    Our God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
    And our eternal home.

    Peace Perfect Peace

    Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr.

    Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
    The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

    Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
    To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

    Peace, perfect peace, with sorrow surging round?
    In Jesus's presence nought but calm is found.

    Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
    In Jesus's keeping we are safe, and they.

    Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
    Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

    Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
    Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers

    It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease,
    and Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.

    Praise My Soul, The King of Heaven

    Henry Francis Lyte

    Praise, my soul, the king of Heaven;
    to his feet thy tribute bring;
    ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
    who like me his praise should sing?
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise the everlasting king.

    Praise him for his grace and favour
    to our fathers in distress;
    praise him still the same for ever,
    slow to chide and swift to bless.
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Glorious in his faithfulness.

    Father-like he tends and spares us;
    well our feeble frame he knows;
    in his hands he gently bears us,
    rescues us from all our foes:
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Widely as his mercy flows.

    Angels, help us to adore him;
    ye behold him face to face;
    sun and moon, bow down before him;
    dwellers all in time and space.
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise him! Praise him!
    Praise with us the God of grace.

    Rock Of Ages

    Augustus M. Toplady

    Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
    Let me hide myself in Thee;
    Let the water and the blood,
    From Thy wounded side which flowed,
    Be of sin the double cure;
    Save from wrath and make me pure.

    Not the labour of my hands
    Can fulfill Thy laws demands;
    Could my zeal no respite know,
    Could my tears forever flow,
    All for sin could not atone;
    Thou must save, and Thou alone.

    Nothing in my hand I bring,
    Simply to the cross I cling;
    Naked, come to Thee for dress;
    Helpless look to Thee for grace;
    Foul, I to the fountain fly;
    Wash me, Savior, or I die.

    While I draw this fleeting breath,
    When mine eyes shall close in death,
    When I soar to worlds unknown,
    See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
    Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
    Let me hide myself in Thee

    Safe Home Safe Home In Port

    John M. Neale

    Safe home, safe home in port!
    Rent cordage, shattered deck,
    Torn sails, provisions short,
    And only not a wreck;
    But oh! the joy upon the shore
    To tell our voyage perils o'er!

    The prize, the prize secure!
    The athlete nearly fell;
    Bare all he could endure,
    And bare not always well;
    But he may smile at troubles gone
    Who sets the victor-garland on.

    No more the foe can harm;
    No more of leaguered camp,
    And cry of night alarm,
    And need of ready lamp;
    And yet how nearly he had failed
    How nearly had that foe prevailed!

    The lamb is in the fold,
    In perfect safety penned;
    The lion once had hold,
    And thought to make an end;
    But One came by with wounded side,
    And for the sheep the Shepherd died.

    The exile is at home!
    O nights and days of tears,
    O longings not to roam,
    O sins and doubts and fears;
    What matters now grief's darkest day?
    The King has wiped those tears away.

    Saved By Grace

    Fanny Crosby

    Some day the silver cord will break,
    And I no more as now shall sing;
    But oh, the joy when I shall wake
    Within the palace of the King!


    And I shall see Him face to face,
    And tell the story-Saved by grace;
    And I shall see Him face to face,
    And tell the story-Saved by grace.

    Some day my earthly house will fall.
    I cannot tell how soon 'twill be;
    But this I know-my All in All
    Has now a place in Heav'n for me.


    Some day, when fades the golden sun
    Beneath the rosy tinted west,
    My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
    And I shall enter into rest.


    Some day: till then I'll watch and wait,
    My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
    That when my Savior opens the gate,
    My soul to Him may take its flight.


    Savior When Night Involves The Skies

    Thomas Gisborne

    Savior, when night involves the skies,
    My soul, adoring, turns to Thee;
    Thee, self abased in mortal guise,
    And wrapped in shades of death for me.

    On Thee my waking raptures dwell,
    When crimson gleams the east adorn,
    Thee, Victor of the grave and hell,
    Thee, Source of life's eternal morn.

    When noon her throne in light arrays,
    To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
    Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze,
    Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings.

    O'er earth when shades of evening steal,
    To death and Thee my thoughts I give;
    To death, whose power I soon shall feel,
    To Thee, with Whom I trust to live.

    Servant Of God Well Done

    John Wesley

    Servant of God, well done!
    Thy glorious warfare's past;
    The battle's fought, the race is won,
    And thou art crowned at last.

    Of all thy heart's desire
    Triumphantly possessed;
    Lodged by the ministerial choir
    In thy Redeemer's breast.

    In condescending love,
    Thy ceaseless prayer He heard;
    And bade thee suddenly remove
    To thy complete reward.

    Ready to bring the peace,
    Thy beauteous feet were shod,
    When mercy signed thy soul's release,
    And caught thee up to God.

    With saints enthroned on high,
    Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
    And still to God salvation cry,
    Salvation to the Lamb!

    O happy, happy soul!
    In ecstasies of praise,
    Long as eternal ages roll,
    Thou seest Thy Savior's face.

    Redeemed from earth and pain,
    Ah! when shall we ascend,
    And all in Jesus' presence reign
    With our translated friend?

    Come, Lord, and quickly come!
    And, when in Thee complete,
    Receive Thy longing servants home,
    To triumph at Thy feet.


    Robert Harkness

    When we cross the valley there need be no shadows,
    When life's day is ended and its sorrows o'er;
    When the summons comes to meet the blessed Savior,
    When we rise to dwell with Him forevermore.


    Shadows! no need of shadows
    When at last we lay life's burdens down;
    Shadows! no need of shadows!
    When at last we gain the victor's crown.

    When our loved ones leave us there need be no shadows,
    If their faith is fixed in Jesus as their Lord;
    For they go to be with Him Who died to save them,
    To be with the One Whom they have long adored.


    When He comes to meet us there need be no shadows,
    When He comes in all His glorious array;
    When the trump of God shall sound and loved ones waken,
    When He leads us onward with triumphant sway.


    Shall Man, O God Of Light And Life

    Timothy Dwight

    Shall man, O God of light and life,
    Forever molder in the grave?
    Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work,
    Thy promise, and Thy power to save?

    In those dark, silent realms of night,
    Shall peace and hope no more arise?
    No future morning light the tomb,
    Nor daystar gild the darksome skies?

    Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears:
    When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang,
    Death, the last foe, was captive led,
    And Heaven with praise and wonder rang.

    Faith sees the bright, eternal doors
    Unfold, to make His children way;
    They shall be clothed with endless life,
    And shine in everlasting day.

    Shall We Gather At The River?

    Robert Lowry

    Shall we gather at the river,
    Where bright angel feet have trod,
    With its crystal tide forever
    Flowing by the throne of God?


    Yes, well gather at the river,
    The beautiful, the beautiful river;
    Gather with the saints at the river
    That flows by the throne of God.

    On the margin of the river,
    Washing up its silver spray,
    We will talk and worship ever,
    All the happy golden day.

    Ere we reach the shining river,
    Lay we every burden down;
    Grace our spirits will deliver,
    And provide a robe and crown.

    Soon well reach the silver river,
    Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
    Soon our happy hearts will quiver
    With the melody of peace.

    She Is Gone

    David Harkins

    You can shed tears that she is gone
    or you can smile because she has lived.

    You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
    or you can open your eyes and see all she has left.

    Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
    or you can be full of the love you shared.

    You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
    or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

    You can remember her and only that she's gone
    or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

    You can cry and close your mind,
    be empty and turn your back

    or you can do what she would want:
    smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

    Silently The Shades Of Evening

    Christopher C. Cox

    Silently the shades of evening
    Gather round my lowly door;
    Silently they bring before me
    Faces I shall see no more.

    O the lost, the unforgotten,
    Though the world be oft forgot!
    O the shrouded and the lonely,
    In our hearts they perish not!

    Living in the silent hours,
    Where our spirits only blend,
    They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
    We, still hoping for its end.

    How such holy memories cluster,
    Like the stars when storms are past,
    Pointing up to that fair heaven,
    We may hope to gain at last.

    Some Sweet Day By And By

    Fanny Crosby

    We shall reach the summer land,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    We shall press the golden strand,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    Oh, the loved ones watching there,
    By the tree of life so fair,
    Till we come their joy to share,
    Some sweet day, by and by.


    By and by, Some sweet day,
    We shall meet our loved ones gone,
    Some sweet day, by and by.

    At the crystal river's brink,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    We shall find each broken link,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    Then the star that, fading here,
    Left our hearts and homes so drear,
    We shall see more bright and clear,
    Some sweet day, by and by.


    Oh, these parting scenes will end,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    We shall gather friend with friend,
    Some sweet day, by and by;
    There before our Father's throne,
    When the mists and clouds have flown,
    We shall know as we are known,
    Some sweet day, by and by.


    Soon Shall The Trump Of God

    Horatius Bonar

    Soon shall the trump of God
    Give out the welcome sound,
    That shakes death's silent chamber walls,
    And breaks the turf-sealed ground.

    You dwellers in the dust,
    Awake, come forth, and sing;
    Sharp has your frost of winter been,
    But bright shall be your spring.

    'Twas sown in weakness here;
    'Twill then be raised in power;
    That which was sown an earthly seed
    Shall rise a heav'nly flower.

    Soon Shall We See The Glorious Morn

    William Hunter

    Soon shall we see the glorious morning!
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
    Sinners, attend the notes of warning!
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
    The resurrection day draws near,
    The King of saints shall soon appear,
    And high His royal standard rear:
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!

    Hear ye the trump of God resounding,
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
    Through death's dark vaults its notes rebounding:
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!
    To meet the Bridegroom haste! prepare!
    Put on your bridal garments fair;
    And hail your Savior in the air!
    Saints, arise! Saints, arise!

    The saints who sleep, with joy awaken,
    All arise! All arise!
    Their clay cold beds are quick forsaken,
    All arise! All arise!
    Not one of all the faithful few
    Who here on earth the Savior knew,
    But starts with bliss his Lord to view:
    All arise! All arise!

    Fast by the throne of God behold them
    Crowned at last! Crowned at last!
    See in His arms the Savior fold them,
    Crowned at last! Crowned at last!
    With wreaths of glory round their head;
    No tears of sorrow now are shed,
    To joy's full fountain all are led:
    Crowned at last! Crowned at last!

    Sower Went Forth Sowing

    William S. Bourne

    The sower went forth sowing,
    The seed in secret slept
    Through weeks of faith and patience,
    Till out the green blade crept;
    And warmed by golden sunshine,
    And fed by silver rain,
    At last the fields were whitened
    To harvest once again.
    O praise the heavenly Sower,
    Who gave the fruitful seed,
    And watched and watered duly,
    And ripened for our need.

    Behold! the heavenly Sower
    Goes forth with better seed,
    The Word of sure salvation,
    With feet and hands that bleed;
    Here in His Church 'tis scattered,
    Our spirits are the soil;
    Then let an ample fruitage
    Repay His pain and toil.
    Oh, beauteous is the harvest,
    Wherein all goodness thrives,
    And this the true thanksgiving,
    The first fruits of our lives.

    Within a hallowed acre
    He sows yet other grain,
    When peaceful earth receiveth
    The dead He died to gain;
    For though the growth be hidden,
    We know that they shall rise;
    Yea even now they ripen
    In sunny Paradise.
    O summer land of harvest,
    O fields forever white
    With souls that wear Christ's raiment,
    With crowns of golden light.

    One day the heavenly Sower
    Shall reap where He hath sown,
    And come again rejoicing,
    And with Him bring His own;
    And then the fan of judgement
    Shall winnow from His floor
    The chaff into the furnace
    That flameth evermore.
    O holy, awful Reaper,
    Have mercy in the day,
    Thou puttest in the sickle,
    And cast us not away.

    Swing Low Sweet Chariot

    Wallis Willis

    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Coming for to carry me home,
    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Coming for to carry me home.

    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.

    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Coming for to carry me home,
    Swing low, sweet chariot,
    Coming for to carry me home.

    Take My Life And Let It Be

    Frances Havergal

    Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
    Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
    Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
    Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

    Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.
    Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.
    Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.
    Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

    Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
    Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
    Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
    Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.

    Tarry With Me

    Caroline Smith

    Tarry with me, O my Savior,
    For the day is passing by;
    See! the shades of evening gather,
    And the night is drawing nigh.

    Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
    Paler now the glowing west,
    Swift the night of death advances;
    Shall it be the night of rest?

    Lonely seems the vale of shadow;
    Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
    Give me faith for clearer vision,
    Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer.

    Let me hear Thy voice behind me,
    Calming all these wild alarms;
    Let me, underneath my weakness,
    Feel the everlasting arms.

    Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
    Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
    Tarry with me through the darkness;
    While I sleep, still watch by me.

    Tarry with me, O my Savior,
    Lay my head upon Thy breast
    Till the morning; then awake me-
    Morning of eternal rest.

With Grace