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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 801 – 850


(S S &S) Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns. This is S S & S, otherwise known as Sacred Songs and Solos. It is a collection of spiritual worship hymns and songs for churches. Students use it in their assembly in many Christian schools.

S S & S songs are up to 1,000 hymns and counting. For the sake of convenience, we are splitting them into hundreds.


SS & S 801  Have you had a kindness shown ?

Pass it on !

‘Twas not given for thee alone :

Pass it on !

Let it travel down the years,

Let it wipe another’s tears,

Till in heaven the deed appears —

Pass it on !



Did you hear the loving word ?

Pass it on !

Like the singing of a bird ?

Pass it on !

Let its music live and grow,

Let it cheer another’s woe ;

You have reaped what others sow —

Pass it on !



Twas the sunshine of a smile —

Pass it on !

Staying but a little while !

Pass it on !

April beam, the little thing,

Still it wakes the flowers of spring,

Makes the silent birds to sing —

Pass it on !



Have you found the heavenly light ?

Pass it on !

Souls are groping in the night,

Daylight gone;

Hold thy lighted lamp on high,

Be a star in someone’s sky ;

He may live who else would die —

Pass it on !


SS & S 802  There are lonely hearts to cherish,

While the days are going by ;

There are weary souls who perish,

While the days are going by :

If a smile we can renew,

As our journey we pursue,

Oh, the good we all may do,

While the days are going by !


Going by ! . . . Going by ! . . .

Going by ! . . . Going by ! . . .

Oh, the good we all may do,

While the days are going by !



There’s no time for idle scorning,

While the days are going by ;

Let your face be like the morning,

While the days are going by:

Oh, the world is full of sighs,

Full of sad and weeping eyes ;

Help your fallen brother rise,

While the days are going by I



All the loving links that bind us,

While the days are going by ;

One by one, we leave behind us,

While the days are going by :

But the seeds of good we sow,

Both in shade and shine will grow,

And will keep our hearts aglow,

While the days are going by !



SS & S 803  Sound the alarm ! Let the watchman cry ! —

Up ! for the day of the Lord is nigh ;

Who will escape from the wrath to come ?

Who have a place in the soul’s bright home ?


Sound the alarm, watchman ! sound the alarm

For the Lord will come with a conquering arm

And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance,

Shall wither and fall at His glance.


Sound the alarm ! Let the cry go forth,

Swift as the wind, o’er the realms of earth —

Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide !

Flee to the Rock ! in its cleft abide ! w



Sound the alarm on the mountain’s brow !

Plead with the lost by the wayside now:

Warn them to come and the truth embrace

Urge them to come and be saved by grace.



Sound the alarm in the youthful ear;

Sound it aloud that the old may hear;

Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last !

Blow ye the trump till the light is past !


SS & S 804  Trusting in the Lord thy God,

Onward go ! onward go !

Holding fast His promised word,

Onward go !

Ne’er deny His worthy name,

Though it bring reproach and shame ;

Spreading still His wondrous fame,

Onward go !



Has He called thee to the plough ?

Night is coming, serve Him now;

Faith and love in service blend ;

On His mighty arm depend ;

Standing fast until the end,

Onward go !



Has He given thee golden grain ?

Sow, and thou shalt reap again ;

To thy Master’s gate repair,

Watching be and waiting there ;

He will hear and answer prayer :

Onward go !



Has He said the end is near ?

Serving Him with holy fear,

Christ thy portion, Christ thy stay,

Heavenly bread upon the way ;

Leading on to glorious day :

Onward go !


SS & S 805  Brightly beams our Father’s mercy

From His lighthouse evermore ;

But to us He gives the keeping

Of the lights along the shore.


Let the lower lights be burning 1

Send a gleam across the wave !

Some poor fainting, struggling seaman

You may rescue, you may save.



Dark the night of sin has settled ;

Loud the angry billows roar ;

Eager eyes are watching, longing,

For the lights along the shore.



Trim your feeble lamp, my brother :

Some poor seaman, tempest-tost,

Trying now to make the harbour,

In the darkness may be lost.


SS & S 806  Some have crossed the swelling flood,

Some are now at home with God —

Well beyond the reach of care,

Free from every hurtful snare :

Gone through death to glory bright,

Present with the Lord in light ;

But ere perfect joy begin,

More must yet be gathered in !


Saved from death’s eternal loss

By the power of Jesus’ cross :

From their sorrow, shame, and sin,

More must yet be gathered in.



Some of every land and race,

Souls redeemed by Jesus’ grace,

Now are in the Shepherd’s fold,

Bought with neither gems nor gold;

Saved from endless death and shame,

Saved to grace the Saviour’s name ;

Other souls are still to win —

More must yet be gathered in.



Some have drifted far from God,

Trampling on the Saviour’s blood,

By the worldling’s glitter caught,

Selling life and soul for naught :

Fashion’s form for every hour,

Christian name without the power ;

Dead in trespasses and sin —

Oh, that they were gathered in !


SS & S 807  Hark ! ’tis the watchman’s cry,

Wake, brethren, wake !

Jesus Himself is nigh,

Wake, brethren, wake !

Sleep is for sons of night,

Ye are children of the light,

Yours is the glory bright,

Wake, brethren, wake !



Call to each wakening band,

Watch, brethren, watch !

Clear is our Lord’s command,

Watch, brethren, watch !

Be ye as men that wait,

Ready at their Master’s gate,

E’en though He tarry late,

Watch, brethren, watch !



Heed we the Master’s call,

Work, brethren, work !

There’s room enough for all :

Work, brethren, work !

This vineyard of the Lord

Constant labour doth afford ;

Yours is a sure reward,

Work, brethren, work !



Hear we the Shepherd’s voice,

Pray, brethren, pray !

Would ye His heart rejoice ? —

Pray, brethren, pray !

Sin calls for ceaseless care, [near ;

Weakness needs the Strong One

Long as ye tarry here,

Pray, brethren, pray !


SS & S 808  There is joy in the service of Jesus

our Lord,

There is joy in reposing our faith in His word ;

There is joy in confiding our all to

His care,

There is joy in sweet answers to prayer.


There is joy in the service of Jesus our Lord,

There is fulness of joy and eternal reward ;

There is joy that abideth, our souls know it well,

There is joy that we never can tell.



There is joy when we slumber, and joy

when we wake, [for His sake ;

There is joy when we suffer reproach

Though our pathway through life may

be toilsome and long,

We will brighten the journey with song.



There is joy when He calls us His

workers to be, [we can see ;

There is joy in affliction — His hand

There is joy in temptation, for then

we can hide

In His arms, who was tempted and tried.


SS & S 809  Labourers for Christ, arise,

And gird you for the toil !

The dew of promise from the skies

Already cheers the soil.



Go where the sick recline,

Where mourning hearts deplore ;

And where the sons of sorrow pine,

Dispense your hallowed lore.



Be faith, which looks above,

With prayer, your constant guest ;

And wrap the Saviour’s changeless love

A mantle round your breast,



So shall you share the wealth

That earth may ne’er despoil ;

And the blest Gospel’s saving health

Repay your arduous toil.


SS & S 810  Awake ! awake ! the Master now is calling us ;

Arise ! arise ! and, trusting in His word,

Go forth, go forth ! proclaim the year

of jubilee,

And take the Work, the blessed

Word, of Christ our Lord.


On, . on, swell the cho – rus ! .

On, . on, the Morning Star is shining o’er us !

On, . on, while before . us

Our mighty, mighty Saviour leads the way ! . . .

Glory, glory, hear the everlasting throng

Shout hosanna ! while we boldly march along !

Faithful soldiers here below,

Only Jesus will we know,

Shouting halleluiahs as we onward go



A cry for light from dying ones in

heathen lands ;

It comes, it comes, across the ocean’s

foam ;

Then haste, oh, haste, to spread the words of truth abroad,

Forgetting not the starving poor at

home, dear home.



O Church of God, extend thy kind,

maternal arms [dark and cold !

To save the lost on mountains

Reach out thy hand with loving smile

to rescue them,

And bring them to the shelter of

the Saviour’s fold.



SS & S 811  Fear not ! God is thy shield,

And He thy great reward ;

His might has won the field :

hy strength is in the Lord !


Fear not ! ’tis God’s own voice

That speaks to thee this word :

Lift up your head — rejoice

In Jesus Christ thy Lord !



Fear not ! for God has heard

The cry of thy distress ;

The water of His Word

Thy fainting soul shall bless.



Fear not ! be not dismayed !

He evermore will be

With thee to give His aid,

And He will strengthen thee.



Fear not ! ye little flock ;

Your Saviour soon will come

The glory to unlock,

And bring you to His home !


SS & S 812  Young men in Christ, arise !

Own Him your Saviour God,

His name adore ;

For by His wondrous sacrifice

He paid the great redemption price,

That all might have eternal life,

That come to God through Him.


Young men in Christ the Lord,

Be mighty in His Word,

Its truths declare ;

And seek the Holy Spirit’s power

By faith and persevering prayer,

That ye may witness anywhere

That sinful men are found.



Young men in Christ the King,

Your grateful tribute bring

Of love and praise ;

United in His royal name,

With loyal hearts His words proclaim

Throughout the world to all young men,

Ye must be born again!



Young men in Christ the Friend,

On Him all hopes depend

Of true relief;

To every burdened soul you meet,

His gracious, loving words so sweet,

Come unto Me, with love repeat,

And I will give you rest.


SS & S 813  Hark the voice of Jesus crying —

Who will go and work to-day ?

Fields are white, and harvest waiting :

Who will bear the sheaves away ?

Loud and strong the Master calleth,

Rich reward He offers thee :

Who will answer, gladly saying ? —

Here am I ; send me, send me !



If you cannot cross the ocean,

And the heathen lands explore,

You can find the heathen nearer,

You can help them at your door.

If you cannot give your thousands,

You can give the widow’s mite ;

And the least you do for Jesus

Will be precious in His sight.



If you cannot speak like angels,

If you cannot preach like Paul,

You can tell the love of Jesus,

You can say He died for all.

If you cannot rouse the wicked

With the Judgment’s dread alarms,

You can lead the little children

To the Saviour’s waiting arms.


SS & S 814  Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,

Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave :

Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,

Tell them of Jesus, the Mighty to save.


Rescue the perishing, care for the dying ;

Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.



Though they are slighting Him, still

He is waiting.

Waiting the penitent child to receive.

Plead with them earnestly, plead with

them gently ;

He will forgive if they only believe.



Down in the human heart, crushed

by the tempter,

Feelings lie buried that grace can restore :

Touched by a loving hand, wakened by kindness,

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.



Rescue the perishing, duty demands it ;

Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide :

Back to the narrow way patiently

win them ;

Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.


SS & S 815  Go, labour on ; spend and be spent —

Thy joy to do the Father’s will :

It is the way the Master went ;

Should not the servant tread it still ?



Go, labour on ; ’tis not for naught ;

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain :

Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;

The Master praises — what are men ?



Go, labour on ; enough while here,

If He shall praise thee — if He deign

Thy willing heart to mark and cheer :

No toil for Him shall be in vain.



Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice !

For toil — comes rest, for exile —

home ;


Soon shait thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,

The midnight peal :   Behold, I

come !


SS & S 816  Speak gently, speak gently, oh grieve  not again

The hearts that are breaking with

sorrow and pain ; [they share,

We know not how bitter the trials

We know not how heavy the burdens

they bear.


Tenderly, tenderly, lovingly speak j

Tell them of Jesus, the lowly and meek ;

Patiently waiting, He longs to receive

All who are willing on Him to believe.



Speak gently, speak gently, oh pity

and pray

For those who in darkness have wandered away ;

A word kindly spoken the captives

may free ;

A word may reclaim them — oh speak it, and see !



Speak gently, speak gently, wherever you go,

In tempest, in sunshine, in sorrow or woe ;

Speak gently, reposing your trust in

the Lord,

And joy without measure will be your reward.


SS & S 817  Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating

Wanderers on the mountain astray ;

Come unto Me, His message re-peating,

Words of the Master speaking today.


. . . Going afar . . . upon the mountain, . . .

Bringing the wanderer back again, back

again …

Into the fold … of our Redeemer, . . .

Jesus, the Lamb for sinners slain.



Seeking the lost, and pointing to Jesus,

Souls that are weak and hearts that

are sore,

Leading them forth in ways of salvation,

Showing the path to life evermore.



Thus would we go on missions of mercy,

Following Christ from day to day ;

Cheering the faint, and raising the fallen,

Pointing the lost to Jesus the Way.


SS & S 818  Not now, my child ! — a little more rough tossing,

A little longer on the billows’ foam ;

A few more journeyings in the desert


And then the sunshine of thy Father’s Home!



Not now; for I have wanderers in

the distance, [patient love :

And thou must call them in with

Not; now; for I have sheep upon the

mountains, [e’er they rove.

And thou must follow them wher-



Not now; for I have loved ones sad

and weary ; [kindly smile ?

Wilt thou not cheer them with a

Sick ones, who need thee in their

lonely sorrow ;

Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while ?



Not now; for wounded hearts are

sorely bleeding, [hearts to sing ;

And thou must teach those widowed

Not now; for orphans’ tears are

quickly falling —

They must be gathered ‘neath some

sheltering wing.


SS & S 819  There’s a city that looks o’er the valley of death,

And its glories may never be told ;

There the sun never sets, and the

leaves never fade,

In that beautiful City of Gold.


There the sun . . . never sets, . . . and the

leaves . . . never fade ;

There the eyes of the faithful their Saviour behold,

In that beautiful City of Gold.



There the King, our Redeemer, the

Lord whom we love,

All the faithful with rapture behold;

There the righteous for ever will

shine like the stars,

In that beautiful City of Gold.



Every soul we have led to the foot of

the cross,

Every lamb we have brought to the fold,

Will be kept as bright jewels our

crown to adorn,

In that beautiful City of Gold.


SS & S 820  Rescue the souls that perish,

Seek for the lost that stray ;

atiently guide their footsteps

Into the narrow way ;

Over them kindly bending,

Whisper the Saviour’s call ;

Tell them the feast is ready —

Tell them there’s room for all.


Room . . for all, . .

Room . . for all ! . .

Tell them the feast is ready —

Tell them there’s room for all.



Out of the vale of sorrow,

Out of the starless night,

Into the golden sunshine,

Peaceful, and pure, and bright :

Gather them now to Jesus —

Whisper again the call ;

Tell them the feast is ready —

Tell them there’s room for all.



Go with a loving spirit,

Go in the Master’s name :

Life, and a full salvation,

Now to the world proclaim :

Haste while the day-beams linger;

Haste ere the shadows fall ;

Tell them the feast is ready —

Tell them there’s room for all.


SS & S 821  Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims,

Nor think the moments long ;

My faith is heavenward rising

With every tuneful song !

Lo ! on the mount of blessing,

The glorious mount, I stand,

And, looking over Jordan,

I see the promised land !


Sing on : oh, blissful music !

With every note you raise

My heart is filled with rapture,

t My soul is lost in praise !

Sing on : oh, blissful music !

With every note you raise

My heart is filled with rapture,

My soul is lost in praise !



Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims !

While here on earth we stay,

Let songs of home and Jesus

Beguile each fleeting day ;

Sing on the grand old story

Of His redeeming love —

The everlasting chorus

That fills the realms above.



Sing on, ye joyful pilgrims !

The time will not be long,

Till in our Father’s kingdom

We sing a nobler song !

Where those we love are waiting

To greet us on the shore,

We’ll meet beyond the river,

Where surges roll no more.


SS & S 822  With joy I draw from out God’s well

Rich blessings day by day,

While living waters springing up

I find beside the way.

The blessed flow of this deep well

Makes fruitful life abound,

A watered garden in the soul

Where’er this well is found.



As on I go with willing hands

And earnest heart to do,

Oft weary, ‘neath the burden’s weight,

Where labourers are but few —

I pause to gather strength beside

The well that springe th up,

And from its fulness, rich and pure,

I fill my empty cup.



Still on, amid a desert path

Where every spring is dry,

There, all alone, — my loved ones gone, —

To heaven I lift my cry :

When lo, upon my fainting sight,

As onward still I go,

Fair Elim breaks with waving palms

And wells of crystal flow.


SS & S 823  Come, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known,

Join in a song with sweet accord,

Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne,

And thus surround the throne.


We’re marching to Zion,

Beautiful, beautiful Zion ;

We’re marching upward to Zion,

The beautiful city of God.



Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God ;

But children of the heavenly King,

Must speak their joys abroad.



The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.



Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry ;

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,

To fairer worlds on high.


SS & S 824  Along the sandy desert,

‘Mid scorching winds that blow ;

Across the rugged mountains,

Whose tops are white with snow ;

Or in the darksome valley —

Where’er our feet may roam,

How sweet the blest assurance,

That Jesus leads us home !


That Jesus leads us home, . .

That Jesus leads us home, . .

How sweet the blest assurance,

That Jesus leads us home !



It makes us glad and joyful,

And lightens every load,

To know that He goes with us

Along life’s rugged road ;

Each day we feel His presence,

Though trials oft may come :

How sweet the blest assurance,

That Jesus leads us home !



The flowers beside our pathway

May wither, fade, and die ;

But fairer ones are blooming

For us beyond the sky :

And though ‘mid care and sorrow

Our weary steps may roam,

How sweet the blest assurance,

That Jesus leads us home !


SS & S 825  There are shadows in the valley,

Where our tired feet must go :

But we hear the peaceful waters,

As they murmur soft and low —

And our Shepherd whispers gently,

As He leads us onward still :

There are shadows in the valley,

But ’tis sunshine on the hill.


Sunshine on the hill,

There is sunshine on the hill ; . .

There are shadows in the valley,

But ’tis sunshine on the hill.



There are shadows in the valley,

But we breathe the sweet perfume

Of the roses on the mountain,

In their lovely vernal bloom ;

And again our Shepherd whispers,

As He leads us onward still :

There are shadows in the valley,

But ’tis sunshine on the hill.



Oh, the shadows in the valley,

Like a dream will pass away :

They will vanish at the dawning

Of the bright and glorious day !

Even now there comes an echo,

And we feel its magic thrill :

There are shadows in the valley,

But ’tis sunshine on the hill.


SS & S 826  I’m a pilgrim and a stranger,

Rough and thorny is the road ;

Often in the midst of danger ;

But it leads to God.

Clouds and darkness oft distress me,

Great and many are my foes ;

Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me :

But my Father knows.



Oh, how sweet is this assurance,

‘Mid the conflict and the strife !

Although sorrows past endurance

Follow me through life.

Home in prospect still can cheer me,

Yes, and give me sweet repose,

While I feel His presence near me :

For my Father knows.


SS & S 827  I’M a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger,

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ;

Do not detain me, for I am going

To where the streamlets are ever flowing.


I’m a pil – grim, . . and I’m a stran – ger ; . .

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night : . . .

I’M a pil – grim, . . and I’m a stran – – ger ! . .

1 can tarry, I can tarry but a night. . . .



Of that city, to which I journey,

My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light;

There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,

Nor any tears there, nor any dying.



There the sunbeams are ever shining ;

Oh, my longing heart, my longing

heart is there ;

Here in this country, so dark and dreary,

1 long have wandered forlorn and weary.


SS & S 828  Travelling to the better land,

O’er the desert’s scorching sand,

Father, do Thou hold my hand,

And lead me, lead me on.



When at Marah, parched with heat,

I the sparkling fountain greet,

Make the bitter waters sweet,

And lead me, lead me on.



When the wilderness is drear,

Show me Elim’s palm-groves near,

With its wells, as crystal clear,

And lead me, lead me on.



Tlirough the water and the fire,

This, O Lord, my one desire:

With Thy love my heart inspire,

And lead me, lead me on.


SS & S 829  Oppressed by noonday’s scorching heat,

To yonder Cross I flee,

Beneath its shelter take my seat-

No shade like this to me !



Beneath that Cross clear waters burst.

A fountain sparkling free,

And there I quench my desert thirst —

No spring like this to me !



For burdened ones a resting-place

Beside that Cross I see ;

Here I cast off my weariness —

No rest like this for me !



A stranger here I pitch my tent

Beneath this spreading tree ;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent-

No home like this for me !


SS & S 830  Light after darkness, gain after loss,

Strength after weakness, crown after cross ;

Sweet after bitter, hope after fears,

Home after wandering, praise after tears.



Sheaves after sowing, sun after rain,

Sight after mystery, peace after pain ;

Joy after sorrow, calm after blast,

Rest after weariness, sweet rest at last.



Near after distant, gleam after gloom,

Love after loneliness, life after tomb ;

After long agony, rapture of bliss,

Right was the pathway leading to this.


SS & S 831  Leader of faithful souls, and Guide

Of all that travel to the sky,

Come, and with us, e’en us abide,

Who would on Thee alone rely ;

On Thee alone our spirits stay,

While held in life’s uneven way.



Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place ;

But hasten through the vale of woe,

And, restless to behold Thy face,

Swift to our heavenly country move,

Our everlasting home above, [borne,



Through Thee, who all our sins hast

Freely and graciously forgiven,

With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heaven;

That palace of our glorious King,

We find it nearer while we sing.



Raised by the breath of love divine,

We urge our way with strength


The church of the first-born to join,

We travel to the mount of God ;

With joy upon oar heads arise,

And meet our Captain in the skies.



SS & S 832  Let us sing a song that will cheer us by the way

In a little while we’re going home ;

For the night will end in the everlasting day

In a little while we’re going home.


In a little while, . .

In a little while . .

We shall cross the billow’s foam :

We shall meet at last

When the stormy winds are past —

In a little while we’re going home.



We will do the work that our hands

may find to do —

In a little while we’re going home ;

And the grace of God will our daily

strength renew —

In a little while we’re going home.



We will smooth the path for some

weary, way-worn feet —

In a little while we’re going home ;

Oh, may loving hearts spread around

an influence sweet !

In a little while we’re going home.



There’s a rest beyond, there’s relief

from every care —

In a little while we’re going home;

And no tears shall fall in that city

bright and fair —

In a little while we’re going home.


SS & S 833  We are pilgrims looking home

Sad and weary oft we roam ;

But we know ’twill all be well in the morning,

When, our anchor firmly cast,

Every stormy wave is past,

And we gather safe at last in the morning.


When we all meet again in the morning, ^

On the sweet blooming hills in the morning :

Nevermore to say  good-night

In that sunny region bright,

When we hail the blessed light of the morning.



Oh, these tender broken ties,

How they dim our aching eyes ;

But like jewels they will shine in the


When our victor palms we bear,

And our robes immortal wear,

We shall know each other there, in the morning.



When our fettered souls are free,

Far beyond the narrow sea,

And we hear the Saviour’s voice in the morning ;

When our golden sheaves we bring

To the feet of Christ our King,

What a chorus we shall sing in the morning.



On the pilgrim journey here,

Though the night is sometimesdrear,

Let us watch and persevere, till the morning ;

Then our highest tribute raise

For the love that crowns our days,

And to Jesus give the praise in the



SS & S 834  Press on, press on, O pilgrim

Rejoicing in the Lord ;

Believing in His promise,

And trusting in His word ;

Fear not ! for He is with us,

Whate’er the cross we bear ;

And soon, beyond the swelling tide,

We’ll gather over there !


Gather over there ! gather over there !

And soon, beyond the swelling tide, we’ll

gather over there !



Press on, press on, O pilgrim,

Along the heavenly way ;

Remember, God commands us

To watch, and work, and pray ;

He bids us all be faithful,

And cast on Him our care ;

And soon, beyond the swelling tide,

We’ll gather over there !



Press on, press on, O pilgrim,

Though clouds and storms may

The Light that never faileth [rise ;

Shines brightly in the skies :

Press on where crowns await us,

In yonder mansions fair ;

And soon, beyond the swelling tide,

We’ll gather over there !


SS & S 835  Spring up, O well of blessing,

Spring in our midst to-day ;

For thirsty souls are longing

To drink abundantly :

Come from the hidden fountains,

Come in a brimming flood ;

Refresh us in the desert,

Thou precious gift of God.


We sing the song that Israel sang in the de&ert long ago :

Spring up, O well, spring up, O well ;  let the living waters flow.



Spring up, O well of blessing,

We cry to Thee to-day ;

Break forth in mighty torrent,

As now we sing and pray :

The souls that round us perish —

The old, the young, the strong ;

To Thee, by right and ransom,

The Lord of Hosts belong.



Spring up, O well of blessing,

We sing to Thee to-day ;

The  princes  and the  nobles

Thy great command obey :

In toiling and in labour,

Amid the burning sand,

Spring up, flow forth, and gladden

The whole expectant land.


SS & S 836  Simply trusting every day,

Trusting through a stormy way ;

Even when my faith is small,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.


Trusting as the moments fly,

Trusting as the days go by ;

Trusting Him whate’er befal,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.



Brightly doth His Spirit shine

Into this poor heart of mine ;

While He leads I cannot fall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.



Singing, if my way be clear ;

Praying, if the path be drear ;

If in danger, for Him call ;

Trusting Jesus, that is all.



Trusting Him while life shall last,

Trusting Him till earth be past,

Till within the jasper wall :

Trusting Jesus, that is all.


SS & S 837  Forward ! be our watchword,

Steps and voices joined ;

Seek the things before us,

Not a look behind :

Burns the fiery pillar

At our army’s head ;

Who shall dream of shrinking,

By our Captain led?

Forward through the desert,

Through the toil and fight ;

Canaan lies before us,

Zion beams with light.



Forward ! flock of Jesus,

Salt of all the earth :

Till each yearning purpose

Spring to glorious birth ;

Sick, they ask for healing,

Blind, they grope for day ;

Pour upon the nations

Wisdom’s loving ray !

Forward, out of error,

Leave behind the night ;

Forward through the darkness,

Forward into light.



Glories upon glories

Hath our God prepared,

By the souls that love Him

One day to be shared :

Eye hath not beheld them ;

Ear hath never heard ;

Nor of these hath uttered

Thought or speech a word ;

Forward, ever forward,

Clad in armour bright ;

Till the vail be lifted,

Till our faith be sight.


SS & S 838  Children of the heavenly King,

As we journey let us sing ;

Sing our Saviour’s worthy praise,

Glorious in His works and ways.


We are trav ‘lling home to God, .

In the way . . . our fathers trod, . . .

They are hap py now, and we . . .

Soon their happiness shall see.



Lift your eyes, ye sons of light —

Zion’s city is in sight ;

There our endless home shall be,

There our Lord we soon shall see.



Fear not, brethren ! joyful stand

On the borders of our land !

Jesus Christ, our Father’s Son,

Bids us undismayed go on.



Lord, obediently we’ll go,

Gladly leaving all below;

Only Thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow Thee.


SS & S 839  Only to know that the path I tread

Is the path marked out for me ;

That the way, though thorny, rough, and steep,

Will lead me nearer to Thee !

Nearer to Thee ! nearer to Thee !

Blessed Redeemer, to Thee !

Only to know that the path I tread

Is bringing me nearer to Thee !



Only to know when the day is past,

And the evening shadows come,

That its trials and cares have proved indeed

A  day’s march nearer home  !

Nearer my home ! nearer my home !

Nearer my beautiful home !

Only to know that each fast-fleeting day

Is bringing me nearer home !



Only to know that the cross I see

Is the cross of Calvary,

On which the world’s Redeemer died,

To purchase life for me ! [me !

Purchased for me ! purchased for

Life Thou hast purchased for me!

Only to know that Thy death on the cross

Brings light and life to me !



Only to know His peace within,

My will to His resigned ;

Oh, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,

And make me wholly Thine !

Wholly Thine ! wholly Thine !

Now and for ever Thine !

Fill me with love and peace divine,

And make me wholly Thine !


SS & S 840  ‘Twill not be long — our journey here ;

Each broken sigh and falling tear

Will soon be gone; and all will be

A cloudless sky, a waveless sea.


Roll on, . . dark stream ! . .

We dread not thy foam ;

The pilgrim is longing for home, sweet home.



‘Twill not be long ! the yearning heart

May feel its every hope depart,

And grief be mingled with its song ;

We’ll meet again, ’twill not be long !



Though sad we mark the closing eye

Of those we loved in days gone by,

Yet sweet in death their latest song :

We’ll meet again, ’twill not be long !



These chequered wilds, with thorns o’erspread,

Through which our way so oft is led —

This march of time, if faith be strong,

Will end in bliss ; ’twill not be long !


SS & S 841  ‘Tis the promise of God full salvation to give

Unto him who on Jesus, His Son, will believe.

Hallelujah ! ’tis done ; I believe on the Son ;

I am saved by the blood of the Crucified One !



Though the pathway be lonely and

dangerous too,

Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.



Many loved ones have I in yon

heavenly throng —

They are safe now in glory, and this is their song :



Little children I see standing close by

their King,

And He smiles, as their song of

salvation they sing :



There are prophets and kings in that

throng I behold,

And they sing as they march through

the streets of pure gold :



There’s a part in that chorus for you

and for me,

And the theme of our praises for ever will be :


SS & S 842  We walk by faith, . . . and oh, how sweet

The flowers that grow . . . beneath our  feet, . . .

And fragrance breathe . . . along the way . . .

That leads the soul … to endless day. . . .


We walk by faith, but not alone,

Our Shepherd’s tender voice we hear,

And feel His hand within our own,

And know that He is always near.



We walk by faith, … He wills it so, . . .


And marks the path . . . that we should go ; . . .

And when at times . . . our sky is dim, . . .

He gently draws … us close to Him. . . .



We walk by faith, . . . divinely blest, . . .

On Him we lean, … in Him we rest; . . .

The more we trust . . . our Shepherd’s care, . . .

The more His love . . . ’tis ours to  share. . . .



And thus by faith, . . . till life shall end, . . .

We’ll walk with Him, . . . our dearest Friend, . . .

Till safe we tread . . . the fields of light, . . .

Where faith is lost … in perfect sight. . . .


SS & S 843  Oh, shall I be among that throng,

All clothed in robes of white,

And help to swell that glorious song

Of rapture and delight ?


I shall ! for I have been redeemed

With blood of worth untold —

The blood of Christ, the Lamb of God,

More precious far than gold !



Oh, shall I see my Saviour’s face,

All radiant as the sun,

And dwell through all eternity

With God’s Beloved One ?



Shall I in glory Christ behold

Exalted King and Lord ?

What rapture, yea, what bliss untold,

That moment will afford !



Oh, shall I gaze upon the wounds,

From whence hath flowed the blood

That cleansed my guilty, sinful heart,

And brought me nigh to God ?



Oh, shall I ever,  with the Lord,

As I retrace the past,

Praise Him for all His wondrous grace

To me from first to last ?


SS & S 844  I could not do without Thee,

Saviour of the lost,

Whose precious blood redeemed me

At such tremendous cost :

Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,

Thy Sacrifice, must be

My only hope and comfort,

My glory and my plea.



I could not do without Thee,

I cannot stand alone,

I have no strength or goodness,

No wisdom of my own :

But Thou, beloved Saviour,

Art all in all to me ;

And weakness will be power,

If leaning hard on Thee.



I could not do without Thee,

For years are fleeting fast,

And soon in solemn silence

The river must be passed :

But Thou wilt never leave me ;

And, though the waves run high,

I know Thou wilt be near me,

And whisper,  It is I.


SS & S 845  Whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?

None but Thee ! None but Thee !

And this my song thro’ life shall be :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

He hath for me the winepress trod,

He hath redeemed me  by His blood,’*

And reconciled my soul to God :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !



I envy not the rich their joys :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

I covet not earth’s glittering toys :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

Earth can no lasting bliss bestow,

Fading  is stamped on all below ;

Mine is a joy no end can know :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !



Though with the poor be cast my lot :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

He knoweth best, — I murmur not :

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

Though vine and fig tree blight assail,

The  labour of the olive fail,

And death o’er flock and herd prevail,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !



Though I am now on hostile ground,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

And sin beset me all around,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

Let earth her fiercest battles wage

And foes against my soul engage,

Strong in His strength I scorn their rage:

Christ for me ! Christ for me !



And when my life draws to its close,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

Safe in His arms I shall repose,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !

When sharpest pains my frame pervade,

And all the powers of nature fade,

Still will I sing through death’s cold shade,

Christ for me ! Christ for me !


SS & S 846  A long time I wandered in darkness and sin,

And wondered if ever the light would shine in ;

I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine,

And I wished — how I wished — that

their Saviour were mine.

I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine ;

I wished — how I wished — that their Saviour were mine.



I heard the glad gospel of  good-will to men  ;

I read  whosoever  again and again ;

I said to my soul,  Can that promise be thine ?

And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.

I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine;

And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.



Oh, mercy surprising ! He saves even me!

Thy portion for ever, He says,will I be;

On His word I am resting — assurance divine :

I am  hoping  no longer ; I know He is mine.

I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine ;

I’m hoping no longer, I know He is mine.


SS & S 847 ‘Twas Jesus, my Saviour, who died on the tree,

To open a fountain for sinners like me ;

His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows,

And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.


For the Lion of Judah shall break every chain,

And give us the victory again and again.



And when I was willing with all

things to part,

He gave me His blessing, His love in my heart ;

So now I am joined with the conquering band

Who are marching to glory at Jesus’ command.



Though round me the storms of adversity roll,

And the waves of destruction encompass my soul,

In vain this frail vessel the tempest shall toss —

My hope is secure through the blood of the cross.



And when with the ransomed, by Jesus, my Head,

From fountain to fountain I then shall be led ;

I’ll fall at His feet and His mercy adore,

And sing Hallelujah to God evermore.


SS & S 848  ‘Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung,

‘Tis the grandest theme for a mortal tongue,

‘Tis the grandest theme that the world e’er sung,

Our God is able to deliver thee !


He is a – – – ble to deliver thee,

He is a ble to deliver thee ;

Though by sin opprest, go to Him for rest :

Our God is able to deliver thee !



‘Tis the grandest theme heard on earth or main_search,

‘Tis the grandest theme for a mortal strain,

‘Tis the grandest theme, tell it out again,

Our God is able to deliver thee !



‘Tis the grandest theme, let the tidings roll

To the guilty heart, to the weary soul ;

Look to God in faith, He will make thee whole :

Our God is able to deliver thee !


SS & S 849  I am not skilled to understand

What God hath willed, what God hath planned;

I only know at His right hand

Is One who is my Saviour !



I take Him at His word indeed :

Christ died for sinners  — this I read ;

For in my heart I find a need

Of Him to be my Saviour !



That He should leave His place on high,

And come for sinful man to die,

You count it strange ? — so once did I,

Before I knew my Saviour !



And oh, that He fulfilled may see

The travail of His soul in me,

And with His work contented be,

As I with my dear Saviour !



Yea, living, dying, let me bring

My strength, my solace from this spring —

That He who lives to be my King

Once died to be my Saviour !




SS & S 850  I came a wanderer, and alone,

My way was dark as night ;

I looked to Thee, O blessed One,

And then I found the light.


O Jesus, Saviour, Lamb of God,

How much I owe to Thee,

For all the wonders of Thy grace*

And all Thy love to me !



I came with all my doubts and fears,

No hope but in Thy Word ;

And while I gazed upon the blood,

Thy pardoning voice I heard.



Oh, may the Spirit’s power be felt

In this poor heart of mine,

And make Thy Word my lamp and light,

My shield and strength divine.



Oh, teach me, Lord, Thy voice to know,

Amid the surging throng;

Be Thou my hope, my life, my joy,

My everlasting song.