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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 951 – 1000

(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 951  Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh

When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee ;

Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.



Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born ;

Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.



As in the dawning, o’er the waveless ocean,

The image of the morning-star doth rest ;

So, in this stillness Thou beholdest only

Thine image in the waters of my breast.



Still, still with Thee ! as to each new-born morning

A fresh and solemn splendour still is given ;

So does this blessed consciousness awaking

Breathe each day nearness unto Thee and heaven.



When sinks the soul, subdued by toil,to slumber,

Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;

Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o’er-shading,

But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there.



So shall it be at last, in that bright morning

When the soul waketh, and life’s shadows flee ;

Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,

Shall rise the glorious thought— I am with Thee !

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SS & S 952  A little while, and we shall be

Where sin shall never dwell ;

A little while, and we shall live

Where songs of triumph swell.


A little while, . . and we shall see . .

Our Sa – – viour face to face, . .

And we shall sing . . through endless years . .

The won – – ders of His grace. . .



A little while, and we shall stand

Amid the blood- washed throng ;

A little while, and we shall sing

The everlasting song.



A little while, and we shall meet

The loved ones gone before ;

And we shall clasp their hands again

On yonder radiant shore.



A little while, and we shall hear

The Saviour’s whisper, ” Come ! ”

And we shall ever dwell with Him

In our eternal home.



SS & S 953  Some day, but when I cannot tell,

To toil and tears I’ll bid farewell ;

For I shall with the angels dwell,

Some day, some blessed day.


Some day, . . . some day, . . .

I’ll be at home with Christ to stay,

Some day, some blessed day.



Some day within the gates so fair,

A golden harp my hands shall bear;

And glistening robes of white I’ll wear,

Some day, some blessed day.



Some day I’ll see my Saviour’s face,

And, welcomed to His blest embrace,

Shall with His people find a place,

Some day, some blessed day.



Some day, some blessed day, I know

I’ll find the loved of long ago,

And learn how much to Christ I owe,

Some day, some blessed day.


SS & S 954  Beyond the stars that brightly gleam

Beyond life’s short and shadowed stream,

There is a land of fadeless bloom,

And flowers of rich and rare perfume :

Perfect peace we there shall know,

Like the river’s endless flow.


Beyond the stars . . sweet peace we’ll know,.

Calm as the crys – – tal river’s flow : . .

Where rolls the sea . . of perfect love, . .

Beyond the stars . . that gleam above.



Beyond the stars no storm will beat,

No thorns will pierce our weary feet,

No sad good-byes we e’er shall say,

And see fond faces glide away :

Forms that here we seek in vain,

There we’ll clasp their hands again.



Beyond the stars no toils or tears,

No sombre skies or gloomy fears ;

For He who trod life’s weary way

Shall wipe all sorrow’s tears away :

Endless joys shall then be mine,

When I see His face divine.


SS & S 955  O’er the cold and chilly blast,

By and by, by and by !

We shall gather home at last,

By and by, by and by !

Far beyond the stormy gale,

Anchored safe within the vail,

We shall furl our shattered sail,

By and by, by and by !



We shall see our Saviour’s face

By and by, by and by !

We shall sing redeeming grace,

By and by, by and by !

Where the rose and lily grow,

Where our tears shall cease to flow,

Oh, the joy that we shall know

By and by, by and by !



In the golden fields above,

By and by, by and by !

We shall meet the friends we love,

By and by, by and by !

On that pure and fragrant shore

All our trials will be o’er,

We shall say farewell no more

By and by, by and by !


SS & S 956  After the mist and shadow, after the

dreary night, [the morning light ;

After the sleepless watching, cometh

Beautiful, soft, and tender, leading the soul along,

Over the silent river, into the land of song.



After the thorny pathway, after the

storms we meet, [communion sweet ;

After the heart’s deep longing, joy and

After the weary conflict, rest in the Saviour’s love,

Over the silent river, safe in the home above.



After the cares and trials, after the toils and tears,

After the time of sowing, reaping thro’ endless years ;

After the pilgrim journey, rapture that ne’er shall cease,

Over the silent river, rest in the land of peace.


SS & S 957  Beyond the light of setting suns,

Beyond the clouded sky,

Beyond where starlight fades in night —

I have a home on high.


A mansion there, . . . not made with hands, . . .

A place . . prepared for me ; . . .

And while God lives, and angels sing, . . .

That home . . my home shall be. . . .



Beyond all pain, beyond all care,

Beyond life’s mystery,

Beyond the range of time and change —

My home’s reserved for me.



Beyond where death’s dark billows roll,

Beyond these scenes of night,

I look, while gladness fills my soul,

To yonder home of light.



My sins and sorrows, strifes and fears,

I bid them all farewell,

High up amid the eternal years,

With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.


SS & S 958  Sometimes I hear strange music,

Like none e’er heard before,

Come floating softly earthward

As through heaven’s open door :

It seems like angel voices,

In strains of joy and love,

That swell the mighty chorus

Around the throne above.


O sweet, unearthly music,

Heard from a land afar —

The song of Heaven and Homeland,

Through doors God leaves ajar !



Now soft, and low, and restful,

It floods my soul with peace,

As if God’s benediction


Bade all earth’s troubles cease.

Then grander than the voices

Of wind, and wave, and sea —

It fills the dome of heaven

With glorious harmony.



This music haunts me ever,

Like something heard in dreams —

It seems to catch the cadence

Of heavenly winds and streams.

My heart is filled with rapture,

To think, some day to come,

I’ll sing it with the angels —

The song of heaven and home.


SS & S 959  Only a look from my Saviour,

Only a clasp of His hand,

Only to watch for His coming,

Only to wait His command ;

Only to follow Him ever,

Aiding the poor and opprest—

Then, when the labour is ended,

Shall come quiet rest.



Only a look from my Saviour,

When I am laden with care,

Only a message of mercy,

Whispered in answer to prayer.

Only to gather the weary

Into the fold of the blest —

Then, when the labour is ended,

Shall come quiet rest.



Only a look from my Saviour,

Only to trust in His love,

While He is drawing me nearer

Home to His kingdom above ;

Only to work for His glory,

Faithfully doing my best,

Then, when the labour is ended,

Shall come quiet rest.


SS & S 960   Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair,

Once a child of God was left to die ;

By the world neglected, wealth would nothing share :

See the change awaiting there on high.


Carried by the angels to the land of rest,

Music sweetly sounding through the skies ;

Welcomed by the Saviour to the heavenly feast,

Gathered with the loved in Paradise.



What shall be the ending of this life of care ?

Oft the question cometh to us all ;

Here upon the pathway hard the burdens bear,

And the burning tears of sorrow fall.



Follower of Jesus, scanty though thy store,

Treasures, precious treasures, wait on high ;

Count the trials joyful, soon they’ll all be o’er :

Oh, the change that’s coming by and by !



Upward then, and onward ! — onward for the Lord!

Time and talent all in His employ ;

Small may seem the service — sure the great reward:

Here the cross — but there the crown of joy !


SS & S 961  With friends on earth we meet in gladness,

While swift the moments fly,

Yet ever comes the thought of sadness,

That we must say ” Good-bye.”

We’ll never say ” Good-bye ” in heaven.


We’ll never say ” Good-bye ” ; . .

In that fair land of joy and song,

We’ll never say ” Good-bye.”



How joyful is the hope that lingers,

When loved ones cross death’s sea,

That we, when all earth’s toils are ended,

With them shall ever be.



No parting v/ords shall e’er be spoken

In yonder home so fair ;

But songs of joy, and peace, and gladness.

We’ll sing for ever there.


SS & S 962  Will you meet me at the fountain,

When I reach the glory-land ?

Will you meet me at the fountain ?

Shall I clasp your friendly hand ?

Other friends will give me welcome,

Other loving voices cheer :

There’ll be music at the fountain-

Will you, will you meet me there ?


Yes, I’ll meet you at the fountain,

At the fountain bright and fair, . . .

Oh, I’ll meet you at the fountain,

Yes, I’ll meet you, meet you there.



Will you meet me at the fountain ?

For I’m sure that I shall know

Kindred souls and sweet communion,

More than I have known below;

And the chorus will be sweeter,

When it bursts upon my ear,

And my heaven seem completer,

If your happy voice I hear.



Will you meet me at the fountain ?

I shall long to have you near,

When I meet my loving Saviour,

When His welcome words I hear.

He will meet me at the fountain,

His embraces I shall share :

There’ll be glory at the fountain —

Will you, will you meet me there ?


SS & S 963  There may be stormy days,

There may be hours of care :

I’ll welcome all — they beckon me

Where God and the angels are.


Where God and the angels are, . .

In yon bright world afar ; . .

Oh, blessed hour when I shall dwell

Where God and the angels are !



The Lord is all my strength

And ever-guiding Star,

To lead me safely to that land

Where God and the angels are.



My mansion is secure

In yonder realms afar :

My crown is there, laid up for me,

Where God and the angels are.



My bark is homeward bound ;

I soon shall cross the bar,

And safely anchor, home at last,

Where God and the angels are.


SS & S 964  There’s a land that is fairer than day,

And by faith we can see it afar,

For the Father waits over the way,

To prepare us a dwelling-place there.


In the sweet . . . by-and-by, . . .

We shall meet on that beautiful shore ! . . .

In the sweet . . . by-and-by, . . .

We shall meet on that beautiful shore.



We shall sing on that beautiful shore

The melodious songs of the blest ;

And our spirits shall sorrow no more —

Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.



To our bountiful Father above

We will offer the tribute of praise,

For the glorious gift of His love,

And the blessings that hallow our days.


SS & S 965  When our ships have crossed the ocean,

and been all around the world,

When they safely gain the haven, and their sails again are furled ;

We rejoice to see them enter, and to know the anchor’s cast,

Raising joyful shouts of welcome, for our ships are home at last.


Oh what singing, oh what shouting, when our

ships come sailing home !

They have stood the mighty tempests, they

have crossed the ocean’s foam ;

They have passed o’er stormy billows, but

they now have gained the shore :

The anchor’s cast, they’re home at last, the voyage is safely o’er.



But if there is such rejoicing to see vessels here get home,

When we know that in a little while these ships again will roam —

Oh, what must it be in heaven when a soul comes sailing in,

To go out no more for ever sailing on the sea of sin ?



Oh, methinks I hear the angels shout, ” Here comes an earthly bark,

She has found her way to heaven, tho’ the way was rough and dark :

But she had a star to guide her called the Bright and Morning Star,

It has guided millions over from that distant land afar.”



So with Jesus as our Captain we expect to gain that shore ;

We expect to cast our anchor there, and stay for evermore ;

And we know the angels will be there to greet us when we come,

They will join in songs of rapture,

“Welcome home, oh, welcome home


SS & S 966  We shall stand before the King,

With the angels we shall sing,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .

Walk the bright, the golden shore,

Praising Him for evermore,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .


We shall stand . . . before the King, . . .

With the angels we shall sing :

Glory, glory to our King 1

Hallelu jah 1 hallelu – – jah !

We shall stand . . . before the King.



Ring, ye bells of heaven, ring !

We shall stand before the King,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .

There our sorrows will be o’er ;

There His name we will adore,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .



Wake, my soul ! thy tribute bring ;

Thou shalt stand before the King,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .

Lay thy trophies at His feet ;

In His likeness stand complete,

By and by, . . . by and by ! . . .


SS & S 967  When my life-work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,

When the bright and glorious morning I shall see ;

I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,

And His smile will be the first to welcome me.


I shall know . . . Him, I shall know Him,

When redeemed by His side I shall stand ;

I shall know . . . Him, I shall know Him

By the print of the nails in His hand.



Oh, the soul-thrilling rapture when I mView His blessed face,

And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye ;

How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love, and grace,

That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.



Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,

And our parting at the river I recall ;

To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home :

But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.



Through the gates of the city, in a robe of spotless white,

He will lead me where no tears will ever fall ;

In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight :

But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.


SS & S 968  By and by we shall know Jesus,

By and by, oh, by and by ;

Even now He looks and sees us,

Journeying toward His Home on

And He smiles upon us, saying, [high,

” By and by, oh, by and by,

Cares and trials you’ll be laying

With your earthly garments by.*’


Oh, ” By and by,” we sing it softly,

Thinking not of earthly care,

But the ” by and by ” of heaven

Waiting for us over there.



By and by we shall be standing,

By and by, oh, by and by,

At fair heaven’s shining landing,

While the river murmurs by ;

And our friends will round us gather,

By and by, oh, by and by,

Saying, ” Welcome, for the Father

Loves to have His children nigh.”



” By and by ! ” we say it gently,

Looking on our peaceful dead,

And we do not think of earth-life,

But of heaven’s sweet life instead.

By and by we all shall gather,

By and by, oh, by and by,

In the love of God our Father,

That shall know no ” by and by.”


SS & S 969  ‘Tis a goodly pleasant land that we pilgrims journey through,

And our Father’s constant blessings fall around us like the dew ;

But its sunshine and its beauty to our hearts no joy can bring,

Like the splendours that await us in the palace of the King

Oh, the palace of the King ! royal palace of the King !


Where our Father in His mercy all the ransomed ones will bring ;

Where our sorrows and our trials like a dream will pass away,

And our souls shall dwell for ever in the realms of endless day.



Our Redeemer is the King; what a sacrifice He made,

When He purchased our redemption, and His blood the ransom paid !

In His cross shall be our glory; to that blessed cross we’ll cling,

Till we reach the gates that open to the palace of the King.



In this goodly pleasant land only strangers now are we,

For we seek a better country, and ’tis there we long to be ;

Yes, we long to swell the anthem that for evermore shall ring,

From the pure in heart made perfect, in the palace of the King.



We shall see Him by and by; Hallelujah to His name !

Through the blood of His atonement life eternal we may claim ;

We shall cast our crowns before Him, and our songs of victory sing,

When we enter in triumphant to the palace of the King.


SS & S 970  No longer we’ll wander in darkness and night,

When the beautiful gates unfold ;

We’ll walk in that city where God is the light,

When the beautiful gates unfold.


When the beautiful gates unfold, . .

When the beautiful gates unfold ; . .

There happy we’ll be, for the Lord we shall see,

When the beautiful gates unfold.



My loved ones will wait at the harbour for me,

To welcome me home, where from sin I’ll be free,



No sickness, no sorrow, no pain as before,

With joy we’ll commune with our friends as of yore,



A rapture unspeakable then shall be mine,

As there I behold Him so pure and divine,



A halo of glory will shadow us o’er,

With joy we will sing on that far-away shore,



The burden of life will no longer annoy,

With Christ we will live in perpetual


SS & S 971  Far, far beyond the storms that gather

Dark o’er our way,

There shines the light of joy eternal

Bright in the realms of day.


There shall sorrow, pain, and parting,

Grieve our hearts no more ;

Soon, soon we’ll meet beyond the river.

Safe on the Home-land shore.



Far, far beyond the rolling billows

Faith spreads her wings ;

Love tells us of the golden City,

Hope of its glory sings.



Far, far beyond the vale and shadow

Loved ones have passed ;

We’ll meet them in the ” many mansions,”

All gathered home at last.



O blessed morn of joy unbounded !

O glorious day !

There every tear of grief and anguish

Jesus shall wipe away.


SS & S 972  There is a land that lies afar

Where grief is all unknown ;

A land wherein the angels sing

Around the heavenly throne.

Oh, ’twill be sweet when we shall meet


Upon that distant shore,

Whereon the glorious sun ne’er sets,

But shines for evermore,

But shines for evermore.



We are but pilgrims on the earth,

And brief our sojourn here ;

But well we know beyond this vale

There is a brighter sphere.



There is a realm of boundless love,

A goal for hearts distrest,

Where all may find for endless years

A home among the blest.


SS & S 973  On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wistful eye

To Canaan’s fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.


We will rest in the fair and happy land, . . .

Just across on the evergreen shore, . . .

Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,

And dwell with Jesus evermore.



O’er all those wide extended plains

Shines one eternal day ;

There God the Son for ever reigns,

And scatters night away.



When shall I reach that happy place.

And be for ever blest ?

When shall I see my Father’s face,

And in His bosom rest ?



Filled with delight, my raptured soul

Would here no longer stay : [roll,

Though Jordan’s waves around me

Fearless I’d launch away.


SS & S 974  Oh, blessed home where those who meet

Shall never say good-bye ;

Where kindred souls each other greet,

And never say good-bye.


We’ll never say good-bye ; . .

We’ll never say good-bye ; . .

In that fair land beyond the sky,

We’ll never say good-bye.



Beyond this vale of toil and care

We’ll never say good-bye ;

We part in tears on earth, but there —

We’ll never say good-bye.



When safe among the ransomed

We’ll never say good-bye ; [throng,

Where life is one eternal song,

We’ll never say good-bye.



On yonder fair and peaceful shore,

We’ll never say good-bye ;

But dwell with Christ for evermore,

And never say good-bye.


SS & S 975  The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks,

The summer morn I’ve sighed for —

The fair, sweet morn awakes.

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.



Oh, Christ He is the fountain,

The deep, sweet well of love !

The streams on earth I’ve tasted,

More deep I’ll drink above :

There, to an ocean fulness,

His mercy doth expand ;

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel’s land.



The bride eyes not her garment,

But her dear bridegroom’s face ;

I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of grace, —

Not at the crown He giveth,

But on His pierced hand.

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel’s land.



With mercy and with judgment

My web of time He wove,

And aye the dews of sorrow

Were lustred by His love.

I’ll bless the hand that guided,

I’ll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth,

In Immanuel’s land.


SS & S 976  My heart’s in the Home-land, far, far o’er the tide,

Where those who are faithful shall ever abide ;

My heart’s in the Home-land, that region so fair,

Where loved ones are waiting to welcome me there.


My heart’s … in the Home-land,

That region, that region so fair ; . . .

My heart’s … in the Home-land, . . .

My Saviour, my Saviour is there. . .



My heart’s in the Home-land, and why should I fear ?

When labour is ended, a voice I shall hear,

That calls to a mansion where love never dies,

To yonder fair region beyond the blue skies.



My heart’s in the Home-land, its valleys and hills,

Its sunshine with gladness my whole being thrills ;

I know some glad morning my spirit will soar

Away to the Home-land, and rest evermore.


SS & S 977  The weary hours like shadows come and go,

As still I strive, by earnest faith and prayer,

To do each day the duties that I know,

And bear the cross my Saviour bids me bear.



But are there many weary miles to tread

Before the promised home appears in sight ?

And are there sad and bitter tears to shed

Ere we shall meet in realms of endless light ?



Some little joy I have in doing still

The humble work He bids me do for Him;

A tender gladness when ’tis mine to fill

Again some empty chalice to the brim.



And thus the days are slowly passing here,

With distant gleams of hope and glory blest;

But is the hallowed moment drawing near

When we shall meet again in endless rest ?


SS & S 978  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 heaven for me.



Some day, when fades the golden sun

Beneath the rosy-tinted west,

My blessed Lord shall 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 Saviour opes the gate,

My soul to Him may take its flight.


SS & S 979  Oh, the music rolling onward,

Thro’ the boundless regions bright,

Where the King in all His beauty

Is the glory and the light !

Where the sunshine of His presence

Every wave of sorrow stills,

And the bells of joy are ringing

On the everlasting hills.



Oh, the music rolling onward

Like a mighty ocean tide —

Oft I seem to hear its echoes,

While to earth they softly glide !

And there comes to me a vision,

That my soul with rapture thrills,

For I stand by faith uplifted

On the everlasting hills.



When I wake amid the splendour

That I see but dimly now,

And behold the crown of jewels

That adorns my Saviour’s brow,

Where eternal spring abideth.

And the sky no darkness fills —

How my grateful heart shall praise Him

On the everlasting hills.


SS & S 980  I know not the hour when my Lord will come

To take me away to His own dear home ;

But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,

And that will be glory for me.


And that will be glory for me ; . . .

Oh, that will be glory for me ; [gloom,

But I know that His presence will lighten the

And that will be glory for me.



I know not the song that the angels sing,

I know not the sound of the harps’ glad ring ;

But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus our King,

And that will be music for me.

And that will be music for me, etc.



I know not the form of my mansion fair,

I know not the name that I then shall bear ;

But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,

And that will be heaven for me.

And that will be heaven for me, etc.


SS & S 981  There is a land mine eye hath seen,

In visions of enraptured thought,

So bright that all which spreads between

Is with its radiant glories fraught.


O land of love, … of joy and light, . . .

Thy glories gild . . . earth’s darkest night ; .

Thy tranquil shore … we too shall see, ..

When day shall break . . . and shadows flee.



A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain ;

There those who meet shall part no more,

And those long parted meet again.



Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light ;

It hath no need of suns, to rise

To dissipate the gloom of night.



There sweeps no desolating wind

Across the calm, serene abode :

The wanderer there a home may find

Within the paradise of God.


SS & S 982  I am far frae my hame,

An’ I’m weary aftenwhiles,

For the langed-for hame-bringin’,

An’ my Father’s welcome smiles;

An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content

Until my een do see

The gowden gates o’ heaven,

An’ my ain countrie.

The earth is flecked wi’ flooers,

Mony-tinted, fresh, and gay :

The birdies warble blithely,

For my Father made them sae :

But these sichts an’ these soun’s

Will as naething be to me,

When I hear the angels singin’

In my ain countrie.



I’ve His gude word o’ promise,

That, some gladsome day, the King

To His ain royal palace

His banished name will bring :

Wi’ een an’ wi’ hert

Rinnin’ owre, we shall see

” The King in His beauty,”

In oor ain countrie.

My sins hae been mony,

An’ my sorrows hae been sair,

But there they’ll never vex me,

Nor be remembered mair ;

For His bluid hath made me white,

An’ His nan’ shall dry my e’e,

When He brings me hame at last

To my ain countrie.



Sae little noo I ken

O’ yon blessed, bonnie place —

I only ken it’s hame,

Whaur we shall see His face ;

It wad surely be eneuch

For evermair to be

I’ the glory o’ His presence

In oor ain countrie.

Like a bairn to its mither,

A wee birdie to its nest,

I wad fain be gangin’ noo

Unto my Saviour’s breast ;

For He gathers in His bosom

Witless, worthless lambs like me,

An” carries them Himsel’

To His ain countrie.



He is faithfu’ that hath promised,

An’ He’ll surely come again,

He’ll keep His tryst wi’ me —

At what hour I dinna ken ;

But He bids me still to wait,

An’ ready aye to be

To gang at ony moment

To my ain countrie.

Sae I’m watchin’ aye, an’ singin’

O’ my hame as I wait

For the soun’in’ o’ His futfa’

This side the gowden gate :

God gie His grace to ilka ane

Wha listens noo to me,

That we a’ may gang in gladness

To oor ain countrie.


SS & S 983  When the trumpet of the Lord shall

sound, and time shall be no more,

And the morning breaks, eternal, bright, and fair ;

When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,

And the roll is called up yonder,

I’ll be there.


When the roll … is called up yon – – – der,

When the roll … is called up yon – – – der,

When the roll … is called up yonder,

When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.



On that bright and cloudless morning,

when the dead in Christ shall rise,

And the glory of His resurrection share ;

When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,

And the roll is called up yonder,

I’ll be there.



Let me labour for the Master from

the dawn till setting sun,

Let me talk of all His wondrous love and care ;

Then, when all of life is over, and my work on earth is done,

And the roll is called up yonder,


SS & S 984  There is a land, a sunny land,

Whose skies are ever bright,

Where evening shadows never fall ;

The Saviour is its light.


If the cross . . we meekly bear, . .

Then the crown . . we shall wear, . .

When we dwell . . among the fair, . .

In the bright for-evermore.



There is a clime, a peaceful clime,

Beyond life’s narrow sea,

Where every storm is hushed to rest :

There let our treasure be.



There is a home, a glorious home.

A heavenly mansion fair ;

And those we loved so fondly here

Will bid us welcome there.



We long to leave these fading scenes

That glide so quickly by,

And join the shining host above,

Where joy can never die.


SS & S 985  Beyond the sea, . . . life’s boundless sea

The stormy winds … are bearing me; . . .

Though fierce and wild … the surges roar, . . .

They’ll bear me all . . . the sooner o’er. . . .


Beyond the sea, the boundless sea,

My Saviour’s hand is leading me ;

Whate’er of ill or pain I bear,

His tender love is with me there.



Above the clouds . . and storms life, . . .

Above its care, . . its toil and strife

My Saviour’s cross . . I see afar

My beacon light, . my guiding Star. . . .



Beyond the sea, . the raging sea, . . .

There is a home . . reserved for me; . . .

The light that gems . brow . . . my Savour’s brow . . .

With glory gilds . . my pathway now . . .



Across the sea, . the restless sea, . . .

My onward course . . . shall brighter be . . .

Though ocean waves . . .  may loudly roar, . . .

They’ll bear me all . . . the sooner o’er . . .


SS & S 986  Out on the ocean all boundless we ride

We’re homeward bound ;

Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide,

We’re homeward bound ;

Far from the safe, quiet harbour of God !

Far from our Father’s celestial abode,

Promise of which on us each He’s bestowed,

We’re homeward bound.



Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,

We’re homeward bound ;

Look ! yonder he the bright, heavenly shores,

We’re homeward bound,

Steady, O pilot, stand firm at the wheel !

Steady ! we soon shall outweather the gale !

Oh, how we fly ‘neath the loud-creaking sail !

We’re homeward bound.



Into the harbour of heaven now we glide,

We’re home at last !

Softly we drift on its bright silver tide,

We’re home at last !

Glory to God ! all our dangers are o’er,

Safely we stand on the radiant shore ;

Glory to God ! we will shout evermore,

We’re home at last !


SS & S 987  One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o’er and o’er —

I’m nearer home to-day, to-day,

Than e’er I’ve been before.


Nearer my home, nearer my home,

Nearer my home to-day, to-day,

Than e’er I’ve been before.



Nearer my Father’s house,

Where many mansions be ;

Nearer the great white throne to-day.

Nearer the crystal sea.



Nearer the bound of life,

Where burdens are laid down ;

Nearer leaving the cross to-day,

Nearer gaining the crown.



Be near me when rny feet

Are slipping o’er the brink ;

For I am nearer home to-day,

Nearer now than I think.


SS & S 988  Over the river they call me,

Friends that are dear to my heart ;

Soon shall I meet them in glory,

Never, no, never to part.


Over the river to Eden,

Home to the mansions so fair

Angels will carry me safely,

Jesus will welcome me there.



Over the river they call me ;

Hark ! ’tis their voices I hear

Borne on the wings of the twilight,

Murmuring softly and clear.



Over the river they call me,

There, is no sorrow nor night ;

There they are walking with Jesus,

Clothed in their garments of white.



Over the river they call me, [eyes;

Watching with bright, beaming

” Over the river I’m coming,”

Gladly my spirit replies.


SS & S 989  There is a Paradise of rest,

On yonder tranquil shore ;

Beyond the shadow and the gloom of

Where toil and tears are o’er, [night,


Meet me there ! . . . oh, meet me there I . . .

At the dawning of that morning bright and fair ;

Meet me there ! . . . oh, meet me there ! . . .

In the land beyond the river, meet me there !



There is a City crowned with light,

Its joy no tongue can tell ;

For they who enter shall behold the

And in His presence dwell. [King,



There is a crown laid up on high,

That Christ the Lord will give

To those who patiently His coming

And for His glory live. [wait,



Oh, then, be faithful unto death,

Press on the heavenly way ;

That we may enter through the Gates of Life

To realms of endless day.


SS & S 990  Brief life is here our portion ;

Brief sorrow, short-lived care ;

The life that knows no ending,

The tearless life, is there :

O happy retribution :

Short toil, eternal rest ;

For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest.



There grief is turned to pleasure,

Such pleasure, as below

No human voice can utter,

No human heart can know :

And now we fight the battle,

But then shall wear the crown

Of full and everlasting,

And passionless renown.



And there is David’s fountain,

And life in fullest glow,

And there the light is golden,

And milk and honey flow ;

The light that hath no evening,

The health that hath no sore,

The life that hath no ending,

But lasteth evermore.



‘Midst power that knows no limit,

And wisdom free from bound,

The beatific vision

Shall glad the saints around ;

For He whom now we trust in

Shall then be seen and known :

And they that know and see Him

Shall have Him for their own.



Yes ; God, our King and Portion,

In fulness of His grace

We then shall see for ever,

And worship face to face.

Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest,

Where Thou art with the Father

And Spirit ever blest.


SS & S 991  I love to think of the heavenly land,

Where white-robed angels are,

Where many a friend is gathered safe

From fear, and toil, and care.


There’ll be no parting, there’ll be no parting,

There’ll be no parting, there’ll be no parting there.



I love to think of the heavenly land,

Where my Redeemer reigns,

Where rapturous songs of triumph rise

In endless jovous strains.



I love to think of the heavenly land,

The saints’ eternal home,

Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne’er fade,

And all our joys are one.



I love to think of the heavenly land,

The greetings there we’ll meet,

The harps — the songs for ever ours —

The walks — the golden streets.



I love to think of the heavenly land,

That promised land so fair;

Oh, how my raptured spirit longs

To be for ever there !


SS & S 992  Steer our bark away to the Homeland,

Spread the sails of hope o’er the sea ;

Think of all the friends that awaits us,

When anchored safely there we shall be.


Gathering after tears into sunshine,

Gathering after labour into rest ! . . .

Hear the ransomed throng shouting forth their joyful song,

Gathering to the mansions of the blest. . ..



Steer our bark away to the Homeland,

On without a fear let us go ;

When the port of peace we are nearing,

The blessed harbour lights we shall know.



Bright and fair the hills of the Homeland,

Clad in all the bloom of the spring ;

There to Him who loved and redeemed us,

Our joyful, joyful praise we will sing.



Soft the winds that blow from the Home-land,

Sweet the morn that breaks on the shore ;

Soon we’ll meet again our beloved ones,

Where sorrow, pain, and death come no more.


SS & S 993  In the land where the bright ones are gathered,

In the far-away home where they dwell,

Do they know how our sad hearts are breaking —

Do they know that we love them so well ?


Do they know, … do they know, …

Do they know that we love them so well ?

In the land where the bright ones are gathered,

Do they know that we love them so well ?



Where they gaze on the splendours of Eden,

On the glories nomortal can tell,

Do they think of the eyes that are weeping —

Do they know that we love them so well ?



Do they stoop from the bright realms of glory,

Where the anthems triumphantly swell ;

Do they long for a blessed reunion —

Do they know that we love them so well ?



Yes, they know; for our spirits are blending,

In the mansion of peace where they dwell ;

And they watch and they wait for our coming,

For they know that we love them so well.

Yea, they know, . . . yes, they know, etc


SS & S 994  Yes, we’ll meet again in the morning

In the dawn of a fairer day

When the night of watching and waiting

With its darkness has passed away ;

Where no shadows veil the sunshine,

Over there in the heavenly land,

And the crystal waves of the river

Ever flow o’er the golden sand.



Where our precious ones now are dwelling

Free from toil and from every care ;

With their garments spotless and shining,

Like the robes that the angels wear.

When our pilgrimage completed,

And our footsteps no longer roam,

By the pearly gates gladly waiting,

They will give us a welcome home.



Oh, what joy when all shall be over,

And the journey on earth we close,

And the angels homeward shall bear us,

Where the life-stream for ever flows !

We shall see the King of glory,

We shall praise Him with harp and voice;

We shall sing the grace that redeemed us,

While our hearts in His love rejoice.


SS & S 995  There’s a beautiful land that no mortal hath seen

For it lieth afar from our sight ;

But we know that its hills are eternally green,

And its rivers are rivers of light.


O beautiful, beautiful land !

O land where all sorrow shall cease !

Where the soul, satisfied, evermore shall abide

By the fair shining river of peace I



Tis a wonderful land, for it knoweth no night,

And its brightness is dimmed by no pain ;

For the blessed who dwell ‘mid the regions of light

Shall never know sorrow again.



There the songs of redeemed ones for ever arise,

And the King in His beauty they see :

O beautiful land, with thy shadowless skies,

My weary heart yearneth for thee.


SS & S 996  Climbing up the steeps of glory,

Loved ones gone before —

See ! they wave their hands and call us,

Calling evermore.


Come up higher, sister, brother,

To the angel shore ;

Live for Jesus, live for glory,

Live to die no more.



See ! with radiant look they linger

By the gate so fair ;

Wave their golden palms, and bid us

Strive to meet them there.



All their toils on earth are over,

Now with joy they stand ;

Hear them calling, ever calling,

From the silent land.


SS & S 997  Oh, world of joy untold

Beyond the bounds of time,

Where He, the Prince of glory, dwells

In majesty sublime ;

There faith, in wonder lost,

Beholds a mighty throng,

Whose grand triumphant chorus fills

That world of love and song.



Through sorrows deep they came,

A path of tears they trod ;

But oh, the life for which they toiled

Was hid with Christ in God ;

They sing the battle won,

And all their trials past ;

And at the feet of Christ the Lord

Their crowns and palms they cast.



No aching hearts are there,

No dreary night of pain ;

And they who reach that blest abode

Shall never thirst again ;

Beneath the tree so fair,

Whose fruits immortal grow, [them

They walk with Him who leadeth

Where living fountains flow.


SS & S 998  When we gather at last over Jordan

And the ransomed in glory we see,

‘ As the numberless sands of the seashore —

What a wonderful sight that will be !


Numberless as the sands of the seashore !

Numberless as the sands of the shore ! . . .

Oh, what a sight ’twill be,

When the ransomed host we see,

As numberless as the sands of the seashore !



When we see all the saved of the ages,

Who from sorrow and trials are free,

Meeting there with a heavenly greeting—

What a wonderful sight that will be !



When we stand by the beautiful river,

‘Neath the shade of the life-giving tree,

Gazing over the fair land of promise —

What a wonderful sight that will be !



When at last we behold our Redeemer,

And His glory transcendent we see,

While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth —

What a wonderful sight that will be !


SS & S 999  Hark ! hark ! the song the ransomed sing,

A new-made song of praise ;

The Lord the Lamb they glorify,

And these the strains they raise :


” Glory to Him who loved us,

And washed us in His blood ;

Who cleansed our souls from guilt and sin,

By that pure, living flood ! ”



” Made white by His redeeming blood,

Our heavenly garments shine;

Our minds, by Him enlightened,

The power of truth divine, [prove



” By Jesus’ blood we overcame

When Satan’s host assailed ;

‘Twas by the power of truth divine

Our feeble arms prevailed.



” Then be the Lamb of God adored —

The Lord of life and light !

To Him be glory, honour, power,

And majesty and might ! ”




SS & S 1000  Shall we gather at the river

Where bright angel-feet have trod ;

With its crystal tide for ever

Flowing by the throne of God ?


Yes, we’ll 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 walk 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.



At the shining of the river,

Mirror of the Saviour’s face,

Saints whom death will never sever

Raise their songs of saving grace –



Soon we’ll reach the silver river,

Soon our pilgrimage will cease;

Soon our happy hearts will quiver

With the melody of peace.