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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 901 – 950

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 901 – 950

(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 901  When peace, like a river, attendeth my way

When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll ;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,

It is well, it is well with my soul.


It is well . . . with my soul, . . .

It is well, it is well with my soul.



Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.



My sin — oh, the bliss of this glorious thought !

My sin — not in part, but the whole,

Is nailed to His cross; and I bear it no more :

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul !



For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live !

If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.


SS & S 902  My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness ;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.


On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand ;

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.



When darkness hides His lovely face,

I rest on His unchanging grace;

In every high and stormy gale,

My anchor holds within the vail.



His oath, His covenant, His blood,

Support me in the ‘whelming flood ;

When all around my soul gives way,

He then is all my hope and stay.



When He shall come with trumpet sound,

On ,may I then in Him be found,

Clothed in His righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne !



SS & S 903  Drawing near with full assurance;

Ah, my soul, how can it be ?

How canst thou, condemned and sinful,

Think of God as near to thee ?


Full assurance ! I am trusting

In a Saviour crucified ;

Full assurance ! Jesus saved me,

When upon the cross He died.



He is faithful that has promised ;

Here my soul has found its rest,

And by fully trusting Jesus,

With assurance I am blest.



Sins to be no more remembered,

Full remission in His blood,

Made by Him an heir of heaven,

Made by Him a child of God.



So I come, my sins confessing,

Boldly come, without a fear ;

All my right in Christ possessing,

To the Father drawing near.


SS & S 904  There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,

No, not one ! no, not one !

None else could heal all our soul’s diseases,

No, not one ! no, not one !


Jesus knows all about our struggles,

He will guide till the day is done ;

There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,

No, not one ! no, not one !



No friend like Him is so high and holy,

No, not one ! no, not one !

And yet no friend is so meek and lowly,

No, not one ! no, not one !



There’s not an hour that He is not near us,

No, not one ! no, not one !

No night so dark but His love can cheer us,

No, not one ! no, not one !



Did ever saint find this Friend forsake him ?

No, not one ! no, not one !

Or sinner find that He would not take him ?

No, not one ! no, not one !


SS & S 905  Jesus ! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thee ?

Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine through endless

days !



Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend ?

No ; when I blush, be this my shame,

That I no more revere His name.



Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may,

When I’ve no guilt to wash away ;

No tear to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save.



Till then — nor is my boasting vain —

Till then, I boast a Saviour slain !

And oh, may this my glory be,

That Christ is not ashamed of me !


SS & S 906  I was once far away from the Saviour,

As vile as a sinner could be,

And I wondered if Christ the Redeemer,

Could save a poor sinner like me.



I wandered on in the darkness,

Not a ray of light could I see ;

And the thought filled my heart with sadness,

There’s no hope for a sinner like me



And then, in that dark lonely hour,

A voice sweetly whispered to me,

Saying,  Look unto Me ! — I have power

To save a poor sinner like thee.



I listened: and lo ! ’twas the Saviour

That was speaking so kindly to me ;

And I cried,  I’m the chief of sinners ;

Canst Thou save a poor sinner like me?


SS & S 907  Give me the wings of faith to rise

Within the vail, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.


Many are the friends who are waiting to-day,

Happy on the golden strand ;

Many are the voices calling us away

To join their glorious band —

Calling us away, calling us away,

Calling to the better land.



Once they were mourners here below,

And poured out cries and tears ;

They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.



I ask them whence their victory came :

They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to His death.


SS & S 908  Beautiful valley of Eden !

Sweet is thy noontide calm ,

Over the hearts of the weary,

Breathing thy waves of balm.


Beautiful valley of Eden !

Home of the pure and blest, . .

How often, amid the wild billows,

I dream of thy rest — sweet rest !



Over the heart of the mourner

Shineth thy golden day,

Wafting the songs of the angels

Down from the far-away.



There is the home of my Saviour,

There, with the blood-washed throng,

Over the highlands of glory

Rolleth the great new song.


SS & S 909  When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns,

After whose dawning never night returns,

And with whose glory day eternal burns —

I shall be satisfied, be satisfied !


I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied,

When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns

1 shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied.

When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns



When I shall see Thy glory face to face,

When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace,

When Thou shalt open all Thy store of grace —

I shall be satisfied, be satisfied !



When I shall meet with those that I have loved,

Clasp in my arms the dear ones long removed,

And find how faithful Thou to me hast proved —

I shall be satisfied, be satisfied !



When I shall gaze upon the face of Him

Who died for me, with eye no longer dim,

And praise Him with the everlasting hymn —

I shall be satisfied, be satisfied !


SS & S 910  Oh for the peace that floweth as a river

Making life’s desert places bloom and smile ;

Oh for the faith to grasp Heaven’s bright for ever,

Amid the shadows of earth’s  little while.



A little while  for patient vigil keeping,

To face the storm and wrestle with the strong ;

A little while  to sow the seed with weeping,

Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song.



A little while  the earthen pitcher taking

To wayside brooks, from far-off mountains fed ;

Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking

Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head.



A little while  to keep the oil from failing,

A little while  faith’s flickering lamp to trim,

And then the Bridegroom’s coming footsteps hailing,

We’ll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn.


SS & S 911  Gliding o’er life’s fitful waters

Heavy surges sometimes roll ;

And we sigh for yonder haven,

For the Home-land of the soul.


Blessed Home-land, ever fair I

Sin can never enter there ;

But the soul, to life awaking,

Everlasting joy shall share.



Oft we catch a faint reflection

Of its bright and vernal hills ;

And though distant, how we hail it ! —

How each heart with rapture thrills !



To our Father, and our Saviour,

To the Spirit, Three in One,

We shall sing glad songs of triumph

When our harvest work is done.



‘Tis the weary pilgrim’s Home-land,

Where each throbbing care shall cease,

And our longings and our yearnings,

Like the waves, be hushed to peace.


SS & S 912  Shall we all meet at home in the morning

On the shores of the bright crystal sea,

With the loved ones who long have been waiting ?

What a meeting indeed it will be !


Gathered home ! . . . gathered home ! . . .

On the shores of the bright crystal sea !

Gathered home ! . . . gathered home ! . . .

With our loved ones for ever to be !



Shall we all meet at home in the morning,

And from sorrow for ever be free ?

Shall we join in the songs of the ransomed ?

What a meeting indeed it will be !



Shall we all meet at home in the morning,

Our blessed Redeemer to see ?

Shall we know and be known by our loved ones ?

What a meeting indeed it will be !


SS & S 913  Shall we meet beyond the river

Where the surges cease to roll ?

Where, in all the bright  for ever,

Sorrow ne’er shall press the soul ?


Shall we meet ? shall we meet ?

Shall we meet ? shall we meet ?

Shall we meet beyond the river,

Where the surges cease to roll ?



Shall we meet in that blest harbour,

When our stormy voyage is o’er ?

Shall we meet and cast the anchor

By the fair celestial shore ?



Shall we meet in yonder city,

Where the towers of crystal shine ?

Where the walls are all of jasper,

Built by workmanship divine ? —



Where the music of the ransomed

Rolls its harmony around,

And creation swells the chorus

With its sweet melodious sound ?


SS & S 914  Oh to be over yonder,

In that bright land of wonder,

Where the angel-voices mingle, and

the angel-harps do ring !

To be free from care and sorrow,

And the anxious, dread to-morrow,

To rest in light and sunshine in the

presence of the King !


Oh … to be over yonder 1

In . . that land of wonder, . .

There . . to be for ever

In the presence of the King !



Oh to be over yonder !

My longing heart grows fonder

Of looking to the far-off east, to see

the day-star bring

Some tidings of the awaking —

Of the cloudless, pure daybreaking :

My heart is yearning — yearning for

the coming of the King.



Oh to be over yonder !

Alas ! I sigh and ponder —

Why clings this poor weak heart of

mine to any earthly thing ?

For each earthly tie must sever,

And pass away for ever :

There’s no more separation in the

presence of the King !


SS & S 915  In robes made white through Jesus’ blood,

We soon shall meet beyond the flood,

And hold sweet converse, free from

Nor ever fear to part again, [pain,

Beyond the swelling flood !


Beyond . . the swelling flood !

Beyond . . the swelling flood !

Beyond . . the swelling flood,

We’ll meet to part no more I

Beyond the swelling flood !



I fear not now what ills may come :

By faith I see my heavenly home,

And hear the angel voices say,

** Thy God shall wipe all tears away,

Beyond the swelling flood !



O meeting blest, with friends so dear !

What sounds shall greet the listening ear !

What thrills of rapture wake the soul

As back those golden gates shall roll,

Beyond the swelling flood !



Dear Saviour, guide my willing feet,

That I may have that joy complete ;

And live to praise through endless day

The love that dries all tears away,

Beyond the swelling flood !


SS & S 916  Only a few more years,

Only a few more cares ;

Only a few more smiles and tears,

Only a few more prayers,



Only a few more wrongs,

Only a few more sighs ;

Only a few more earthly songs,

Only a few good-byes.



Then an eternal stay ;

Then an eternal throng ;

hen an eternal, glorious day;

Then an eternal song !


SS & S 917  For ever with the Lord !

Amen, so let it be ;

Life from the dead is in that word,

‘Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,

A day’s march nearer home.


Nearer home, nearer home,

A day’s march nearer home.



My Father’s house on high,

Home of my soul ; how near

At times to faith’s foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear !

Ah, then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love ;

The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above.



Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospect flies ;

Like Noah’s dove, I flit between

Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease ;

While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart

Expands the bow of peace


SS & S 918  For thee, O dear, dear country,

Mine eyes their vigils keep ;

For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep.

The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,

And medicine in sickness,

And love, and life, and rest.



With jasper glow thy bulwarks,

Thy streets with emeralds blaze ;

The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays ;

Thine ageless walls are bonded

With amethyst unpriced ;

The saints build up its fabric,

The cornerstone is Christ.



Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ;

Thou hast no time, bright day;

Dear fountain of refreshment

To pilgrims far away :

Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower ;

Thine is the victor’s laurel,

And thine the golden dower.



Oh, sweet and blessed country,

The home of God’s elect !

Oh, sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect !

Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest,

Who art, with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest.


SS & S 919  Oh, glorious hope of perfect love !

It lifts me up to things above ;

It bears on eagle’s wings ;

It gives my ravished soul a taste,

And makes me for some moments

With Jesus’ priests and kings, [feast



Rejoicing now in earnest hope,

I stand, and from the mountain-top

See all the land below :

Rivers of milk and honey rise,

And all the fruits of paradise

In endless plenty grow.



A land of corn, and wine, and oil.

Favoured with God’s peculiar smile,

With every blessing blest; [ness,

There dwells the Lord our Righteous-

And keeps His own in perfect peace

And everlasting rest.



Oh, that at once I might go up !

No more on this side Jordan stop,

But now the land possess :

This moment end my legal years,

Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears,

A howling wilderness.


SS & S 920  Land of rest, for thee I sigh !

When will the moment come,

When I shall lay my armour by,

And dwell in peace at home ?


We’ll work . . till Jesus comes ;

We’ll work . . till Jesus comes ;

We’ll work . . till Jesus comes j

And we’ll be gathered home.



No tranquil joys on earth I know,

No peaceful sheltering dome ;

This world’s a wilderness of woe,

This world is not my home.



To Jesus Christ I fled for rest :

He bade me cease to roam,

And lean for succour on His breast,

Till He conduct me home.



I sought at once my Saviour’s side :

No more my steps shall roam ;

With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide,

And reach my heavenly home


SS & S 921  I sail . . in the light . . . that shines

from the cross, . . .

Right o’er life’s troubled sea; . . .

I steer my soul to glory’s goal

By the rays from Calvary. . . .

Then sail in the light, . . .

Oh, sail in the light, . . .

Ye children of the Gospel day ; . .

From Cal – – vary’s cross

To glo – – ry’s crown

Ye have the light alway. . . .



I sail . . in the light . . . that shines . .

from the cross, . . .

And by that light I see . . .

The visage fair of Him who there

Laid down His life for me. . . .



I sail . . in the light . . . that shines . .

from the cross, . . .

So bright it shines for me ; . . .

Its beams will guide safe o’er the tide

To the land where I would be. . . .


SS & S 922  The home beyond the shadows,

Where all is calm and still ;

Where holy joy and gladness

The troubled heart shall fill :

I’m longing for the Homeland,

With golden gates so fair,

That ever stand wide open

To welcome pilgrims there.



The home beyond the shadows,

Beyond the crystal sea ;

The home of many mansions,

Where rest remains for me :

I’m waiting, only waiting,

Its hallowed peace to share ;

I long its gates to enter,

With loved ones gathered there.



The home beyond the shadows

Hath neither pain nor tears ;

But through its cloudless regions

The Light of Life appears —

Dispelling every sorrow,

Removing every care,

And giving rest eternal

To all who enter there.


SS & S 923  We speak of the land of the blest,

That country so bright and so fair,

And oft are its glories confessed ;

But what must it be to be there !


To be there ! … to be there ! . . .

Oh, what must it be to be there ! . . .

To be there 1 … to be there ! . .

Ohj what must it be to be there !



We speak of its pathways of gold,

Its walls decked with jewels so rare,

Its wonders and pleasures untold ;

But what must it be to be there !



We speak of its peace and its love,

The robes which the glorified wear,

The songs of the blessed above ;

But what must it be to be there !



We speak of its freedom from sin,

From sorrow, temptation, and care,

From trials without and within ;

But what must it be to be there !



Do Thou, Lord, in pleasure or woe,

For heaven our spirits prepare ;

Then shortly we also shall know,

And feel what it is to be there !


SS & S 924  There is a home eternal,

Beautiful and bright,

Where sweet joys supernal

Never are dimmed by night ;

White-robed angels are singing

Ever around the bright throne ;

When, oh, when shall I see thee,

Beautiful, beautiful Home ?


Home ! beautiful Home ! . . .

Bright, beautiful Home ! . . .

Bright Home of our Saviour,

Bright, . . beautiful Home !



Flowers are ever springing

In that Home so fair ;

Little children singing

Praises to Jesus there.

How they swell the glad anthem,

Ever around the bright throne !

When, oh, when shall I see thee,

Beautiful, beautiful Home ?



Soon shall I join the ransomed,

Far beyond the sky ;

Christ is my salvation,

Why should I fear to die ?

Soon my eyes shall behold Him

Seated upon the bright throne ;

Then, oh then, shall I see thee,

Beautiful, beautiful Home !


SS & S 925  We would see Jesus — for the shadows lengthen

Across this little landscape of our life ;

We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen

For the last weariness — the final strife.



We would see Jesus — the great Rock foundation,

Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace ;

Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, .

Can thence remove us, if we see His face.



We would see Jesus — other lights are paling,

Which for long years we have rejoiced to see ;

The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing :

We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.



We would see Jesus — this is all we’re needing,

Strength, joy, and willingness, come with the sight ;

We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading,

Then welcome, day, and farewell, mortal night !


SS & S 926  I would not live alway : I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way ;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here

Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer.



I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin —

Temptation without, and corruption within :

E’en the rapture of pardon is mingled

with fears, [penitent tears.

And the cup of thanksgiving with



I would not live alway : no, welcome

the tomb ! [not its gloom ;

Since Jesus hath lain there I dread

There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise

To hail Him in triumph descend from the skies.



Who, who would live alway, away from his God,

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er

the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ?



Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul !


SS & S 927  After the darkest hour

The morning draweth nigh ;

After the tempest’s power,

The clear blue sky.



After the drifting snow,

The sunny days of calm ;

After the crushing blow,

God’s healing balm.



After the sad good-bye

New friends around us throng ;

After the burdened sigh,

The sweetest song.



After the cross of tears,

The crown of joy is given;

After earth’s weary years,

The rest of heaven.


SS & S 928  We are march …ing to a city

On the hill … of Zion fair ;

With its beauty and its splendour,

There’s no other can compare : . . .

Soon with all . . . the ransomed army,

In their pure . . . and bright array,

We shall gather in the morning,

Where the shadows flee away. . . .



By the martyrs and apostles,

And the holy men of old,

Will the story of redemption

Through eternal years be told :

We shall hear and join the chorus

In that realm of endless day,

When we gather in the morning,

Where the shadows flee away.



There are voices we remember,

There are friends we dearly love ;

We shall meet them at the portals

Of that city built above :

And our Saviour’s  Come, ye blessed !

All our trials will repay,

When we gather in the morning,

Where the shadows flee away.


SS & S 929  ‘Tis only a little way on to my home,

And there in its sunshine for ever I’ll roam ;

While all the day long I journey with song,

O beautiful Edenland, thou art my home !


‘Tis only a little way, only a little way !

‘Tis only a little way on to my home.



‘Tis only a little way farther to go,

O’er mountain and valley where dark waters flow ;

My Saviour is near, with blessings to cheer ;

His word is my guiding-star — why should I fear ?



‘Tis only a little way: there I shall see

The friends that in glory are waiting for me ;

Their voices from home now float on the air —

They’re calling me tenderly, calling me there.


SS & S 930  Far away beyond the shadows,

Through the rifting clouds above,

Floods of golden light are breaking

From a world where all is love.


Far away beyond the shadows,

There the King Himself will lead us

Where the living water flows.



Far away beyond the shadows,

There a bright and joyful throng

Wave their palms of holy triumph,

While they sing the glad new song.



Far away beyond the shadows

Let us lift our longing eyes,

Where the shining hills of glory

In their strength and beauty rise.



Far away beyond the shadows,

In our Father’s house at home,

There our precious ones, departed,

Watch and wait for us to come.


SS & S 931  Beyond the smiling and the weeping,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !

Beyond the waking and the sleeping,

Beyond the sowing and the reaping,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !


Love, rest, and home !

Sweet, sweet home !

Lord, tarry not ! Lord, tarry not, but come !



Beyond the blooming and the fading,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !

Beyond the shining and the shading,

Beyond the hoping and the dreading,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !



Beyond the parting and the meeting,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !

Beyond the farewell and the greeting,

Beyond the pulse’s fever-beating,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !



Beyond the frost-chain and the fever,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !

Beyond the rock-waste and the river,

Beyond the  ever  and the  never,

I shall be soon ! I shall be soon !


SS & S 932  Blessed hope that in Jesus is given,

In our sorrow to cheer and sustain,

That soon with our Saviour in heaven,

We shall meet with our loved ones again.


Blessed hope ! . . . Blessed hope I . . .

We shall meet with our loved ones again !

Blessed hope ! . . . Blessed hope 1 . . .

We shall meet with our loved ones again 1



Blessed hope in the word God has spoken,

All our peace by that word we obtain ;

And as sure as God’s word was ne’er broken,

We shall meet with our loved ones again.



Blessed hope ! how it shines in our sorrow,

Like the star over Bethlehem’s plain,

That it may be, with Him, ere the morrow,

We shall meet with our loved ones again.



Blessed hope ! the bright star of the morning,

That shall herald His coming to reign ;

Oh, the glory that waits its fair dawning,

When we meet with our loved ones again.


SS & S 933  Just beyond the silent river,

Over on the farther shore,

Many loved ones there shall greet us,

Where the many mansions are.


Just beyond earth’s snow-capped mountains,

In that land so bright and fair,

We shall see and be like Jesus,

Safe for ever  over there  ;

We shall see and be like Jesus,

Safe for ever  over there.



Just beyond these fleeting shadows,

Over on the golden strand,

Robed in white, we’ll walk with Jesus

Through that fair and happy land.



Just beyond these earthly partings

We shall soon united be,

In the home beyond the river,

Close beside the crystal sea.


SS & S 934  I hear a song, a song so sweet,

I try all vainly to repeat

Its melody, and trusting say,

I’ll sing it, if God will, some day.


Some day, some hap – py day to be, . .

My voice will learn . . its melody, . .

And I shall sing the songs so sweet

Of rest and heaven at Jesus’ feet.



Some day my journey will be done,

Earth will be lost and heaven won;

And when the long rough way is trod,

I shall behold my Saviour God.



Some day, I say, content to wait

The opening of the jasper gate —

Come soon or late, that day will be

The dawn of endless rest to me.



When comes the time for me to go,

The homeward path I may not know ;

But in God’s hand my own I’ll lay,

And He will lead me home  some



SS & S 935  Oh, for a song, a fair new song,

Of praise, and joy, and love !

To reach the hearts of earth’s sad throng,

And lift to heaven above —

Of praise like the praise that the angels bring ;

Of joy like the joy of the birds :

Of the love in our hearts for the

Christ our King —

Love ever too deep for words.



Oh, for a song, a fair new song,

That ne’er was sung before !

To sing to Him to whom belong

Our praises evermore —

A song like the echo from harps above,

Dropped down from the city of gold ;

Yea, a song of the joy, and the praise, and love,

That ne’er hath been sung or told.



Oh, who shall sing this fair new song,

Or make its chords complete —

All notes of love, in souls that throng,

And place before His feet.

All fadeless the flowers in His path-

way strewn,

The pathway of Jesus our King ?

Help us, Lord ! for alas, sadly out of tune

Are the hearts which the song would sing.



Oh, help us, Lord ! who knowest all !

We cannot sing or speak ;

The clearest notes our lips let fall

Seem e’er too cold and weak :

Though sweet are the strains which

our songs have rung

From earth to the city of gold,

Yet His fulness of glory we never have sung—

The half ne’er hath yet been told.



Such songs as angels ne’er can bring,

The joy more pure than birds ;

The love we bear for Christ our

‘Tis far too deep for words. [King-

Be still, heart of mine ! we must wait a while,

Thy God will attune thee ere long ;

Then in heaven thou shalt sing in the

Master’s smile

For ever the fair new song !


SS & S 936  We shall meet beyond the river,

By and by, by and by ;

By and by, by and by ;

With the toilsome journey done,

And the glorious battle won,

We shall shine forth as the sun,

By and by, by and by.



We shall strike the harps of glory,

We shall sing redemption’s story,

And the strains for evermore

Shall resound in sweetness o’er

Yonder everlasting shore,

By and by, by and by.



We shall see and be like Jesus,

Who a crown of life will give us,

And the angels who fulfil

All the mandates of His will

Shall attend and love us still,

By and by, by and by.



There our tears shall all cease flowing,

And with sweetest rapture knowing,

And all the blest ones, who have gone

To the land of life and song,

We with shoutings shall rejoin,

By and by, by and by.


SS & S 937  They tell me of a land so fair,

Unseen by mortal eyes,

Where spring in fadeless beauty blooms

Beneath unclouded skies,


Eye  . . .hath not seen  . . . ear . . . hath

not heard, . . . neither hath it entered into the

heart of man, . . the things . . which God . . .

hath prepared . . for . them, . . prepared .

for . them . . that love . . Him. . .



They tell me of a land so fair,

_ Where all is light and song;

Where angel-choirs their anthems join

With yonder blood- washed throng.



No radiant beams from sun or moon

Adorn that land so fair;

For He who sits upon the throne

Shines forth resplendent there !



O land of light and love and joy,

Where comes no night of care,

What will our song of triumph be

When we shall enter there !


SS & S 938  Land ahead !  its fruits are waving

O’er the hills of fadeless green ;

And the living waters laving

Shores where heavenly forms are seen.


Rocks and storms I’ll fear no more,

When on that eternal shore ;

Drop the anchor ! furl the sail I

I am safe within the vail ! [j n g .



Onward, bark ! the cape I’m round-

See the blessed wave their hands ;

Hear the harps of God resounding

From the bright immortal bands.



There  let go the anchor, riding

On this calm and silvery bay :

Seaward fast the tide is gliding,

Shores in sunlight stretch away.



When we’re free from all temptation,

And the storms of life are past ;

We’ll praise the Rock of our salvation,

Who hath brought us home at last !


SS & S 939  Soon will come the setting sun,

When our work will all be done,

And the weary heart at last be still ;

But the Lord of earth and sky

Shall awake us by and by,

And we’ll meet again on Zion’s hill.


We’ll meet each other there ;

Yes, we’ll meet each other there ;

And the Saviour’s likeness bear,

In that land so bright and fair.

We’ll meet each other there ;

Yes, we’ll meet each other there,

And His glo . . . ry we shall share.



Deep the shadows in the vale,

Fierce the howling of the gale,

Long and dark the storm around our door;

But the Lord will guide the way

To the shining realms of day,

Where the storms of earth shall come

no more.



Though our eyes be filled with tears,

And our hearts with many fears,

And the days of earth be filled with care;

Yet the Lord at length will come,

In His love to take us home,

And we’ll never know a sorrow there.


SS & S 940  There is an hour of peaceful rest,

To mourning wanderers given ;

There is a joy for souls distrest,

A balm for every wounded breast ;

‘Tis found above — in heaven.



There is a home for weary souls

By sin and sorrow driven —

When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear — but heaven.



There faith lifts up her cheerful eye

To brighten prospects given ;

And views the tempests passing by,

The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene — in heaven.



There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given ;

There rays divine disperse the gloom ;

Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn — of heaven !


SS & S 941  There is a land beyond the stars,

Glory Land, bright Glory Land !

Beyond the sunset’s crimson bars,

Glory Land, bright Glory Land !

A land of peace without alloy ;

Of joy beyond all earthly joy ;

And naught its calm can e’er destroy,

Glory Land, bright Glory Land !



The city of our God is there,

Its jasper walls with beauty fair,

Its gates of pearl like silver gleam,

Its skies with fadeless sunlight beam,


And through it rolls life’s crystal stream,

Glory Land, bright Glory Land !



We lift our eyes by faith, and see

Where Christ Himself the light shall be,

There songs of praise glad hearts shall sing ;

The radiant air with music ring;

Each voice proclaim our Saviour King,

Glory Land, bright Glory Land !


SS & S 942  Oh, think of the Home over there,

By the side of the river of light, . . .

Where the saints, all immortal and fair,

Are robed in their garments of white. . . .


Over there, . . . over there ; . . .

Oh, think of the Home over there ! . . .

Over there, . . . over there, over there ;

Oh, think of the Home over there !



Oh, think of the friends over there,

Who before us the journey have trod ; . . .

Of the songs that they breathe on the air,

In their home in the palace of God. . . .


Over there, . . . over there ; . . .

Oh, think of the friends over ther e! . . .



My Saviour is now over there,

There my kindred and friends are at rest; . . .

Then, away from my sorrow and care,

Let me fly to the land of the blest. . . .


Over there, . . . over there ; . . .

My Saviour is now over there ! . . .



I’ll soon be at home over there,

For the end of my journey I see ; . . .

Many dear to my heart over there

Are watching and waiting for me.


Over there, . . . over there ; . . .

I’ll soon be at home over there ! . . .


SS & S 943  What will it matter by and by,

What will it matter by and by,

Whether my crosses were heavy or light,

Whether my pathway was clouded or bright,

When I shall walk with the ransomed in white,

Safe in that beautiful land ?



What will it matter by and by,

Whether my trials were many or few,

Whether the world was unfaithful or true,

When my Redeemer in glory I mView,

Safe in that beautiful land ?



What will it matter by and by,

Whether the waters were bitter or sweet,

Murmuring gently or sat at my feet,

When the departed with rapture I meet,

Safe in that beautiful land ?



What will it matter by and by,

Whether I pass with the morning away,

Whether at noontide or closing of day,

When in the valley of Eden I stray,

Safe in that beautiful land ?


SS & S 944  I’ve reached the land of corn and wine,

And all its riches freely mine ;

Here shines undimmed one blissful day,

For all my night has passed away.


O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land,

As on thy highest mount I stand,

1 look away across the sea,

Where_ mansions are prepared for me,

And mView the shining glory shore :

My heaven, my home for evermore !



My Saviour comes and walks with me,

And sweet communion here have we ;

He gently leads me by His hand,

For this is heaven’s borderland.



A sweet perfume upon the breeze

Is borne from ever- vernal trees ;

And flowers that, never fading, grow

Where streams of life for ever flow.



The zephyrs seem to float to me

Sweet sounds of heaven’s melody,

As angels with the white-robed throng

Join in the sweet redemption song.


SS & S 945  When the mists have rolled in splendour

From the beauty of the hills,

And the sunlight falls in gladness

On the river and the rills,

We recall our Father’s promise

In the rainbow of the spray :

We shall know each other better

When the mists have rolled away.


We shall know … as we are known, . . .

Nevermore … to walk alone, . . .

In the dawning of the morning

Of that bright and happy day :

We shall know each other better,

When the mists have rolled away !



Oft we tread the path before us

With a weary, burdened heart ;

Oft we toil amid the shadows,

And our fields are far apart :

But the Saviour’s Come, ye blessed 1

All our labour will repay,

When we gather in the morning

Where the mists have rolled away.



We shall come with joy and gladness,

We shall gather round the throne :

Face to face with those that love us,

We shall know as we are known :

And the song of our redemption

Shall resound through endless day,

When the shadows have departed,

And the mists have rolled away.


SS & S 946  My Father is rich in houses and lands,

He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands !

Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,

His coffers are full— He has riches untold.


I’m the child of a King I the child of a King !

With Jesus my Saviour, I’m the child of a King!



My Father’s own Son, the Saviour of men,

Once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them ;

But now He is reigning for ever on high,

And will give me a home in heaven by and by.



I once was an outcast stranger on earth,

A sinner by choice, an alien by birth !

But I’ve been adopted, my name’s written down —

An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown !



A tent or a cottage, why should I care ?

They’re building a palace for me over there !

Though exiled from home, yet still I may sing :

All glory to God, I’m the child of a King !


SS & S 947  Only a little while  sowing and reaping,

Only  a little while  our vigil keep-fog;

Then shall we gather home, no more to sever,

Clasped in eternal love, blest, blest for ever !


Blest, blest for ever I no more to sever :

Clasped in eternal love, blest, blest for ever !



Only  a little while  heart-break and sorrow,

Dark though the night may be, cloudless the morrow ;

Only  a little while, earth-ties to sever,

Then in our Fatherland, blest, blest for ever !



Only  a little while  shadow and sadness,

Then in eternity, sunshine and gladness ;

Only  a Uttle while, then o’er the river,

Home, rest, and victor-palm, life, joy,for ever !


SS & S 948  Speeding away o’er the river of time,

Where the sweet bells of eternity chime ;

Speeding away to the Eden above,

Filled with the fulness of rapture and


Beautiful land, . . beautiful land, [love.

In thy green pastures the weary shall rest :

Beautiful land, . . beautiful land,

Home of the glorified, home of the blest.



Speeding away to the valley of song,

Speeding away to a glorified throng ;

Sweeping the chords of their harps while they sing,

Glory to Jesus our Saviour and King.



Speeding away to be severed no more,

Speeding away to the evergreen shore ;

There in the garments of beauty arrayed,

Flowers are blooming that never shall fade.



Speeding away, we are speeding away,

On to the region of infinite day ;

Only a veil to be lifted, and then,

Oh, what a meeting with dear ones again !


SS & S 949  There is a calm, beyond life’s fitful fever,

A deep repose, an everlasting rest;

Where white-robed angels welcome the believer

Among the blest, among the blest.

There is a Home, where all the soul’s deep yearnings

And silent prayers shall be at last fulfilled;

Where strife and sorrow, murmurings and heart-burnings,

At last are stilled, at last are stilled.



There is a Hope, to which the Christian, clinging,

Is lifted high above life’s surging wave ;

Finds life in death, and fadeless flowers springing

From the dark grave, from the dark grave.

There is a Crown, prepared for those who love Him ;

The Christian sees it in the distance shine.

Like a bright beacon glittering above him

And whispers,  Mine !  and whispers,  Mine !



There is a spotless Robe of Christ’.? own weaving :

Wilt thou not wrap it round thy sin-stained soul ?

Poor wandering child, upon thy past

life grieving, [makes thee whole !

Christ makes thee whole 1 Christ

There is a Home, a Harp, a Crown in heaven —

O God ! that any should Thy gift refuse !

The awful choice of life and death is given —

Which wilt thou choose? which wilt thou choose ?




SS & S 950  When all my labours and trials are o’er,

And I am safe on that beautiful shore,

Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,

Will through the ages be glory for me.


Oh, that will be . . glory for me, . .

Glory for me, . . glory for me, . .

When by His grace I shall look on His face,

That will be glory, be glory for me !



When by the gift of His infinite grace

I am accorded in heaven a place, [face,

Just to be there, and to look on His

Will through the ages be glory for me.



Friends will be there I have loved long ago ;

Joy like a river around me will flow ;

Yet, just a smile from my Saviour, I know,

Will through the ages be glory for me.








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