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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 1001 – 1050

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.

This feature features the Sacred Songs and Solo Hymns from No. 1001 – 1050.


SS & S 1001 We shall reach the summer land,

Some sweet day, by and by ;

We shall press the golden strand,

Some sweet day, by and by.

Oh, the loved ones watching there.

By the Tree of Life so fair,

Till we come their joy to share,

Some sweet day, by and by !


By . . and . . by, . .

Some sweet day,

We shall meet our loved ones gone,

Some sweet day, by and by.



At the crystal river’s brink,

We shall find each broken link,

Then the star that, fading here,

Left our hearts and homes so drear,

We shall see more bright and clear,

Some sweet day, by and by.



Oh, these parting scenes will end,

We shall gather friend with friend,

There before our Father’s throne,

When the mists and clouds have flown,

We shall know as we are known,

Some sweet day, by and by.

SS & S 1002 Songs of gladness — never sadness

Sing the ransomed ones of heaven ;

Anthems swelling, ever telling

Of the joy of souls forgiven.


Sweetest music ever swelling

Through the courts of heaven above:

Ever singing, ever saying,

” God is Life, and God is Love ‘ ”



Ever sunshine — never shadow —

Calm, mild, clear, celestial day;

Ever summer in its brightness,

Never winter or decay.



Ever gazing, loving, praising,

With the antze hosts above ;

One eternal ” Hallelujah ! ”

One eternal so ig of love.



Never sighing, never sinning;

No distrust, nor loubt, nor fears;

Through the long unending ages,

Through the long eternal years.



SS & S 1003 Who are these, whose songs are sounding

O’er the golden harps above ? ”

Hark ! they tell of grace abounding,

And Jehovah’s sovereign love.


” These are they . . . who washed their

robes . . . and made them white … in the

blood of the Lamb.” . . .



” Who are these that keep their station

Round the great eternal throne ? ”

They from earthly tribulation

To their heavenly rest are gone.



See their robes of dazzling whiteness,

Without blemish, spot, or stain;

See their crowns that grow in brightness,

Purchased by the Lamb once slain.



‘Tis the Lamb of God who leads them,

And they serve Him night and day ;

By the heavenly fount He feeds them,

He hath wiped their tears away.



Sweet their theme : ’tis still ” salvation

Unto Christ the Holy One ” ;

And their sighs of tribulation

Change to songs around the throne.


SS & S 1004 Come, let us join our friends above

That have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love

To joy celestial rise.



Let all the saints terrestrial sing

With those to glory gone ;

For all the servants of our King,

In earth and heaven, are one.



One family, we dwell in Him,

One Church, above, beneath,

Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death ;



One army of the living God,

To His command we bow;

Part of His host hath crossed the flood,

And part is crossing now.



Our spirits too shall quickly join

Like theirs with glory crowned,

And shout to see our Captain’s sign,

To hear His trumpet sound.



Oh that we now might grasp our Guide !

Oh that the word were given !

Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,

And land us all in heaven.



SS & S 1005 In the fadeless springtime, on the heavenly shore,

Kindred spirits wait us, who have gone before ;

There no flowers wither, and no pleasures cloy,

In that land of beauty, in that home of joy.

By the gate they’ll meet us, ‘neath that golden sky.

Meet us at the portal — meet us by and by.


2 In the misty gloaming death awaits us all ;

Silent is his coming, sure the Master’s call ;

And the angel footsteps mark the upward way,

Till the twilight merges into heavenly day.



Trusting in the Saviour, may we humbly wait

Till the holy angels ope the pearly gate,

And the loving Father, from His

gracious throne,

Smiling, bids us welcome to our heavenly home.


SS & S 1006 Meet me there ! oh, meet me there !

In the heavenly world so fair,

Where our Lord has entered in,

And there comes no taint of sin ;

With our friends of long ago,

Clad in raiment white as snow,

Such as all the ransomed wear —

Meet me there ! yes, meet me there !



Meet me there ! oh, meet me there !

Far beyond this world of care ;

When this troubled life shall cease,

Meet me where is perfect peace ;

Where our sorrows we lay down

For the kingdom and the crown,

Jesus does a home prepare —

Meet me there ! yes, meet me there !



Meet me there ! oh, meet me there !

No bereavements we shall bear ;

There no sighings for the dead,

There no farewell tear is shed ;

We shall, safe from all alarms,

Clasp our loved ones in our arms,

And in Jesus’ glory share —

Meet me there ! yes, meet me there !

SS & S 1007 Well you meet me in the morning,

On that bright and golden shore ?

Will your lamp be trimmed and burning,

When He comes to take you o’er ?


Yes, I’ll meet . . . you in the morn ing,

When I hear . . . the Saviour’s call ; . . .

” Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther,

To a home . . . prepared for all.” . . .



Oh to meet on that bright morning,

When the clouds have passed away !

Oh to walk and talk with Jesus,

There to dwell with Him for aye !



When we meet our loving Saviour,

What a happy hour ’twill be,

When we’re gathered with our loved

And their happy faces see ! [ones,



Oh, this thought should make us


And we all should love Him more ;

For He’ll come, and will not tarry,

Come to bear us safely o’er.


SS & S 1008 I am waiting for the Master,

Who will rise and bid me come

To the glory of His presence,

To the gladness of His home,


They are watch . . . ing at the portal,

They are wait . . . ing at the door ;

Waiting on ly for my coming,

All the loved . . . ones gone before.



Many a weary path I’ve travelled

In the darkest storm and strife,

Bearing many a heavy burden,

Often struggling for my life.



Many friends who travelled with me,

Reached that portal long ago ;

One by one they left me battling

With the dark and crafty foe.



Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,

Aiid their triumph sooner won;

Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me

When the toils of life are done.


SS & S 1009 Where the faded flower shall freshen,

Freshen nevermore to fade ;

Where the shaded sky shall brighten,

Brighten nevermore to shade;

Where the morn shall wake in gladness,

And the noon the joy prolong ;

Where the daylight dies in fragrance,

‘Mid the burst of holy song:


We shall meet and we shall rest

‘Mid the holy and the blest ;

We shall meet on yonder shore

With the loved ones gone before;

We shall meet and we shall rest

‘Mid the holy and the blest.



Where the love that here we lavish

On the withering leaves of time

Shall have fadeless flowers to fix on

In an ever spring-bright clime ;

Where we find the joy of loving

As we never loved before ;

Loving on, unchilled, unhindered,

Loving once and evermore :



Where no shadow shall bewilder,

Where life’s vain parade is o’er,

Where the sleep of sin is broken,

And the dreamer dreams no more;

Where the child has found the mother,

Where the mother finds the child,

Where the loved ones all are gathered

That were scattered on the wild:


SS & S 1010 Jerusalem, my happy home,

Name ever dear to me,

When shall my labours have an end

In joy, and peace, and thee ?



When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold ? —

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold ?



Why should I shrink from pain and woe,

Or feel at death dismay ?

I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in mView,

And realms of endless day.



Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there

Around my Saviour stand ;

And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.



Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee ;

Then shall my labours have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.


SS & S 1011 We know there’s a bright and a glorious home,

Away in the heavens high,

Where all the redeemed shall with Jesus dwell :

Will you be there and I ?



In robes of white, o’er streets of gold,

Beneath a cloudless sky,

They walk in the light of their Father’s love:

Will you be there and I ?



From every kingdom of earth they

Of ” Worthy the Lamb that once was slain !

Will you be there and I ? ”



If we take the loving Saviour now,

And follow Him faithfully —

When He gathers His children in that

bright home,

Then you’ll be there, and I !


SS & S 1012 In the land of fadeless day

Lies ” the city four-square ” ;

It shall never pass away,

And there is ” no night there.”


God shall ” wipe . . away all tears ” ; . .

There’s no death, . . no pain, nor fears ; . .

And they count . . not time by years, . .

For there is …” no night there.”



All the gates of pearl are made

In ” the city four-square ” ;

All the streets with gold are laid,

And there is ” no night there.”‘



And the gates shall never close

To ” the city four-square,”

There life’s crystal river flows,

And there is ” no night there.”



There they need no sunshine bright

In ” the city four-square,”

For the Lamb is all the light,

And there is ” no night there.”


SS & S 1013 Beckoning hands at the gateway tonight,

Faces a-shining with radiant light;

Eyes looking down from yon heavenly home,

Beautiful hands, they are beckoning ” Come.”


Beautiful hands, beckoning hands,

Calling the dear ones to heavenly lands ;

Beautiful hands, beckoning hands,

Beautiful, beautiful beckoning hands,



Beckoning hands of a mother, whose love

Sacrificed life its devotion to prove;

Hands of a father, to memory dear,

Beckon up higherthe waiting ones here.



Beckoning hands of a little one, see !

Baby- voice calling, O mother, for thee ;

Rosy-cheeked darling, the light of the home,

Taken so early, is beckoning ” Come.”



Beckoning hands of a husband, a wife,

Watching and waiting the loved one of life ;

Hands of a brother, a sister, a friend,

Out from the gateway to-night they extend.



Brightest and best of that glorious throng,

Centre of all, and the theme of their song —

Jesus, our Saviour, the pierced One,


Lovingly calling with beckoning hands.


SS & S 1014 I saw a way-worn traveller,

In tattered garments clad,

And struggling up the mountain,

It seemed that he was sad ;

His back was laden heavy,

His strength was almost gone,

Yet he shouted as he journeyed,

” Deliverance will come !

” Then palms of victory, crowns of glory

Palms of victory I shall bear.”



The summer sun was shining,

The sweat was on his brow,

His garments worn and dusty,

His step seemed very slow ;

But he kept pressing onward,

For he was wending home,

Still shouting as he journeyed,

” Deliverance will come ! ”



The songsters in the arbour

That stood beside the way

Attracted his attention,

Inviting his delay :

His watchword being ” Onward ! ”

He stopped his ears and ran,

Still shouting as he journeyed,

” Deliverance will come ! ‘*



I saw him in the evening ;

The sun was bending low ;

He’d overtopped the mountain,

And reached the vale below :

He saw the Golden City —

His everlasting home, —

And shouted loud, ” Hosanna !

Deliverance will come ! ”



While gazing on that City,

Just o’er the narrow flood,

A band of holy angels

Came from the throne of God ;

They bore him on their pinions

Safe o’er the dashing foam,

And joined him in his triumph :

Deliverance had come !



I heard the song of triumph

They sang upon that shore,

Saying, ” Jesus has redeemed us

To suffer nevermore ! ”

Then, casting his eyes backward

On the race which he had run,

He shouted loud, ” Hosanna !

Deliverance has come ! ”



SS & S 1015 O Banner of Jesus, in triumph advancing,

Thy folds in the sunlight of beauty unfurled ;

From the hill sides afar to the isles

of the ocean, [quers the world.

Thy glory shall float till it con-


O Banner of Jesus, thou glory-crowned Banner,

Thou emblem of hope o’er the nations unfurled ;

March on in triumph, march on in beauty,

Till Jesus, till Jesu3 has conquered the world.



Oh say, can you see where the ranks are now marching ?

With banners of beauty like con-

querors they come ;

They have fought the good fight, and

in peace are returning,

The ransomed of Zion; oh, welcome them home !



Behold where they stand on the green

hills immortal,

Their weapons unheeded, they rest

on the shore ; [glory reposing,

There, with heroes and martyrs in

Their warfare is ended, they weary no more.


SS & S 1016 There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign ;

Eternal day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers ;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.



Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green ;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And mView the landscape o’er,

Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.


SS & S 1017 Over the river faces I see,

Fair as the morning, looking for me;

Free from their sorrow, grief, and despair,

Waiting and watching patiently there.


Looking this way, yes, looking this way,

Loved ones are waiting, looking this way ;

Fair as the morning, bright as the day,

Dear ones in glory looking this way.



Father and mother, safe in the vale,

Watch for the boatman, wait for the sail,

Bearing the loved ones over the tide

Into the harbour, near to their side.



Brother and sister gone to that clime,

Wait for the others coming some time ;

Safe with the angels, whiter than snow,

Watching for dear ones waiting below.



Sweet little darling, light of the home,

Looking for someone, beckoning, Come ;

Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew.

Anxiously looking, mother, for you.



Jesus the Saviour, bright Morning Star,

Looking for lost ones, straying afar ;

Hear the glad message, why will you roam?

Jesus is calling, “Sinner, come home ! ”


SS & S 1018 O Homeland! O Homeland! no lonely

heart is there,

No rush of blinding anguish, no slowly dropping tear:

Now, like an infant crying its mother’s

face to see,

O blessed, blessed Homeland, I stretch my arms to thee !



O Homeland! O Homeland! whose joy

no tongue can tell,

No sighing of the weary, no more the sad farewell ;

But sound of children’s voices, and

shout of saintly song,

Are heard thy happy highways and

golden streets along.



O Homeland ! O Homeland ! the

vail is very thin

That stretches thy fair meadows and

this cold world between :

A breath aside may blow it, a heart-

throb burst it through,

And bring, in one glad moment, the

pearly gates in mView.



O Homeland ! O Homeland ! One —

Chief of all thy band,

One — altogether lovely, One — Lord of all the land,

Now standeth at thy portals to wel-

come there His Bride,

And, resting on His bosom, I shall be satisfied.


SS & S 1019 There’s a land of life and glory,

Just beyond the shores of time,

Where redemption’s wondrous story

Is the theme of song sublime.


Boundless love . . . and adoration, . . •

Boundless glo ries none have dreamed, .

Boundless joy … of free salvation — . . .

Is the song … of the redeemed. . . .



Who shall sing the song of gladness

Through the everlasting years,

When there cometh no more sadness,

No more sighing, no more tears ?



Who shall sing of God’s salvation ?

Who eternal life shall win ?

They who came through tribulation,

And have triumphed over sin.



These are they who follow Jesus,

Counting earthly gain but loss ;

These are they who found salvation

Through His death upon the cross.


SS & S 1020 High in yonder heavenly courts the ransomed sing,

Casting down their golden crowns before their King,

Banished every grief and fear and earthly wrong,

While the saints redeemed now join

the glad new song.


Sing . . . ing to the Lamb . . . who once was

slain on Calvary ; . . .

Sing . . . ing to the Lamb . . . who lives

through all eternity !



Oh, the wondrous song of Love, at last complete !

Oh, the golden vials, full of odours sweet ;

Through the risen Saviour, once for

sinners slain,

We as kings and priests to God shall ever reign.



Only those whose robes are washed

can join that throng,

None but lips attuned by grace can

sing that song ;

Cleanse us, blessed Saviour, from the

stain of sin ; [begin !

Let the glorious song of rapture now


SS & S 1021 Who, who are these beside the chilly wave,

Just on the borders of the silent grave,

Shouting Jesus’ power to save,

” Washed in the blood of the Lamb”?


” Sweeping through the gates ” of the New


” Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”



These, these are they who, in their youthful days,

Found Jesus early, and in wisdom’s ways

Proved the fulness of His grace,

” Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”



These, these are they who, in affliction’s woes,

Ever have found in Jesus calm repose,

Such as from a pure heart Sows,

“Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”



These, these are they who, in the conflict dire,

Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire ;

Jesus now says : ” Come up higher,”

” Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”



Safe, safe upon the ever-shining shore,

Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow, all

Happy now and evermore, [are o’er ;

” Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”


SS & S 1022 Oh, the peaceful resting land,

Where the saints in glory,

Bending at the Saviour’s feet,

Tell the grand old story.


Sweetly they are singing, . .

Hear the echo ringing, . .

In the land of beauty —

Blessed land of song !



Where the cloudless beams of day

Banish care and sadness;

Lo, the reapers enter now,

Bearing sheaves of gladness.



Oh, the tender, loving words,

Purest joy revealing !

Soft and low from kindred souls,

On the twilight stealing.



Soon together we shall stand

By the crystal river,

There to join the holy throng,

Praising God for ever.


SS & S 1023 With harps and with vials there stand a great throng,

In the presence of Jesus, and sing this new song :


Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from sin,

Unto Him be the glory for ever. Amen.



All these once were sinners, defiled in His sight,

Now arrayed in pure garments in

praise they unite :



He maketh the rebel a priest and a king;

He hath bought us, and taught us

this new song to sing :



How helpless and hopeless we sinners had been,

If He never had loved us till cleansed from our sin !



Aloud in His praises our voices shall ring,

So that others, believing, this new song shall sing :


SS & S 1024 Ten thousand times ten thousand,

In sparkling raiment bright,

The armies of the ransomed saints

Throng up the steeps of light ;

‘Tis finished — all is finished —

Their fight with death and sin !

Fling open wide the golden gates,

And let the victors in.


Hallelujah ! Hallelujah to the Lamb who once was slain

Hallelujah 1 Hallelujah to Him who lives again !



What rush of ” Hallelujahs ”

Fills all the earth and sky !

What ringing of a thousand harps

Bespeaks the triumphs nigh !

O day, for which creation

And all its tribes were made !

Oh, joy ! for all its former woes

A thousandfold repaid !



Oh, then what raptured greetings

On Canaan’s happy shore !

What knitting severed friendships up,

Where partings are no more !

Than eyes with joy shall sparkle

That brimmed with tears of late ;

No longer orphans, fatherless,

Nor widows desolate.


SS & S 1025 Out of the shadow-land, into the sunshine,

Cloudless, eternal, that fades not away ;

Softly and tenderly Jesus will call us

Home, where the ransomed are gathering to-day.


Silently, peacefully, angels will bear us

Into the beautiful mansions above ;

There shall we rest from earth’s toiling for ever,

Safe in the arms of God’s infinite love.



Out of the shadow-land, weary and changeful,

Out of the valley of sorrow and night,

Into the rest of the life everlasting,

Into the summer of endless delight.



Out of the shadow-land, over life’s ocean,

Into the rapture and joy of the Lord,

Safe in the Father’s house, welcomed by angels,

Ours the bright crown and eternal reward.


SS & S 1026 There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes,

There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes,

There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes

To gather His loved ones home.


To gather His loved ones home, . .

To gather His loved ones home ; . .

There’ll be no dark valley when Jesus comes

To gather His loved ones home.



There’ll be no more sorrow when Jesus comes,

There’ll be no more sorrow when Jesus comes ;

But a glorious morrow when Jesus comes

To gather His loved ones home.



There’ll be no more weeping when Jesus comes,

There’ll be no more weeping when Jesus comes ;

But a blessed reaping when Jesus comes

To gather His loved ones home.



There’ll be songs of greeting when Jesus comes,

There’ll be songs of greeting when Jesus comes ;

And a joyful meeting when Jesus comes

To gather His loved ones home.


SS & S 1027 The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ;

And we upon its bosom borne

Are drifting to the sea ;

Drifting toward the portals of the boundless sea,

Past all mortal vision to Eternity.


Drifting . . nearer . . to the sea of Eternity ;

Drifting . . nearer . . to the sea of Eternity.



The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ;

And some upon its bosom borne

Are drifting to the sea ;

Drifting on to glory, past all pain and care,

Into heaven’s brightness where the ransomed are.



The tide is flowing out, is flowing out,

And others on its bosom borne

Are drifting to the sea ;

Drifting out to darkness, far from

love and light,

Where the storms are raging, into endless night.



The tide is flowing out, is flowing out ;

But hark ! upon its bosom borne

A voice floats o’er the sea ;

‘Tis the Saviour calling to His

sheltering breast, ”

” Come to Me, ye weary, I will give you rest.


SS & S 1028 On the Resurrection morning,

Soul and body meet again ;

No more sorrow, no more weeping,

No more pain.



Here awhile they must be parted,

And the fiesh its Sabbath keep ;

Waiting in a holy stillness,

Wrapped in sleep.



For a space the tired body

Waits in peace the morning’s dawn,

When there breaks the last and Easter morn.



On that happy Easter morning brightest

All the graves their dead restore —

Father, sister, child, and mother,

Meet once more.



Soul and body, reunited,

Thenceforth nothing shall divide;

Waking up in Christ’s own likeness,



SS & S 1029 Only waiting till the shadows

Are a little longer grown ;

Only waiting till the glimmer

Of the day’s last beam is flown :

Till the night of earth has faded

From the heart once full of day ;

Till the stars of heaven are breaking

Through the twilight soft and grey.



Only waiting till the reapers

Have the last sheaf gathered home ;

For the summer time has faded,

And the autumn winds have come.

Quickly, reapers ! gather quickly

All the ripe hours of my heart ;

For the bloom of life is withered,

And I hasten to depart.



Only waiting till the angels

Open wide the pearly gate,

At whose portals long I’ve lingered,

Weary, poor, and desolate :

Even now I hear their footsteps,

And their voices far away ;

If they call me, I am waiting,

Only waiting to obey.



Waiting for a brighter dwelling

Than I ever yet have seen,

Where the tree of life is blooming,

And the fields are ever green :

Waiting for my full redemption,

When my Saviour shall restore

All that sin has caused to wither :

Pain and sorrow come no more.


SS & S 1030 Soon shall we see the glorious morning !

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !

Sinners, attend the notes of warning !

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !

The Resurrection Day draws near,

The King of saints shall soon appear,

And high His royal standard rear :

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !



Hear ye the trump of God resounding,

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !

Through death’s dark vaults its notes

rebounding :

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !

To meet the Bridegroom haste ! prepare !

Put on your bridal garments fair ;

And hail your Saviour in the air !

Saints, arise ! saints, arise !



The saints who sleep, with joy awaken,

All arise ! all arise !

Their clay-cold beds are quick forsaken,

Ali arise ! all arise !

Not one of all the faithful few

Who here on earth the Saviour knew,

But starts with bliss his Lord to mView :

All arise ! all arise !



Fast by the throne of God behold them

Crowned at last ! crowned at last !

See in His arms the Saviour fold them,

Crowned at last ! crowned at last !

With wreaths of glory round their head ;

No tears of sorrow now are shed,

To joy’s full fountain all are led :

Crowned at last ! crowned at last !


SS & S 1031 One by one we cross the river,

One by one we’re passing o’er ;

One by one the crowns are given,

On the bright and happy shore ;

Youth and childhood oft are passing

O’er the dark and rolling tide ;

And the blessed Holy Spirit

Is the dying Christian’s Guide ;

And the loving, gentle Spirit

Bears them o’er the rolling tide.



One by one we come to Jesus,

As we heed His gentle voice ;

One by one His vineyard enter,

There to labour and rejoice :

One by one sweet flowers we gather

In the glorious work of love,

Garlands for the blessed Saviour

Gather for the realms above ;

And the loving, gentle Spirit

Bears them to our home of love.



One by one the heavy-laden

Sink beneath the noontide sun ;

And the aged pilgrim welcomes

Evening shadows as they come.

One by one, with sins forgiven,

May we stand upon the shore,

Waiting till the blessed Spirit

Takes our hand and guides us o’er,

Till the loving, gentle Spirit

Leads us to the shining shore !


SS & S 1032 Pray, brethren, pray !

The sands are falling ;

Pray, brethren, pray !

God’s voice is calling.

Yon turret strikes the dying chime ;

We kneel upon the verge of time :


Eternity is drawing nigh !

Eternity is drawing nigh !



Praise, brethren, praise !

The skies are rending ;

Praise, brethren, praise !

The fight is ending ;

Behold, the glory draweth near,

The King Himself will soon appear :



Watch, brethren, watch !

The year is dying ;

Watch, brethren, watch !

Old time is flying !

Watch as men watch the parting breath,

Watch as men watch for life or death :



Look, brethren, look !

The day is breaking ;

Hark, brethren, hark !

The dead are waking :

With girded loins all ready stand ;

Behold, the Bridegroom is at hand !


Eternity is drawing nigh !

Eternity is drawing nigh ! is drawing nigh !


SS & S 1033 When for me the sunlight gleams,

And life’s fairest flowers bloom,

Joy into my bosom streams,

Driving out the mists and gloom ;

When the skies are bright and fair,

And sweet music fills the air,

Then I’ll praise His name so dear:

Jesus ! Jesus ! Light of life to me !

Jesus ! Jesus ! Love so full and free !



When the fondest hopes shall die,

And like roses scattered lie, [grief,

When my heart, bowed down with

Sadly sighs for some relief;

To His tender, loving heart

Would I then my grief impart ;

Then I rest, sweet rest shall find :

Jesus ! Jesus ! Light of life to me !

Jesus ! Jesus ! Love so full and free !



When for me the end shall come,

And from earthly scenes I glide ;

When my bark drifts slowly out,

O’er the river’s sullen tide ;

When my raptured vision falls

On the fair, celestial walls,

Joy and peace shall then be mine :

Jesus ! Jesus ! I shall ever see ;

Jesus ! Jesus ! through eternity !


SS & S 1034 Grand is the song of the Easter morn,

Victory is won ! victory is won !

Far o’er the hills with the light ’tis


Victory is won through Christ !

Chasing the shades of night away,

Bringing the light of glorious day,

Taking from Death his strength and sway,

Victory is won through Christ 1



Grand was the scene when the stone was rolled,

Off from the sepulchre dark and cold :

Angels alone could mView that sight ;

Man could not bear that vision bright ;

Forth came the Conqueror armed with might,

Victory is won through Christ !



Grand was the word that the women brought,

Mingled with wonders, with glories fraught :

” Seek not the living,” the angels said,

” Seek not the living among the dead ” ;

Sorrow is past and night is fled,

Victory is won through Christ !



Grand is this truth, O saints, for you,

Yours is the joy and the blessing too,

Since Jesus took from Death bis key,

He from the tomb will set us free ;

And through all time and eternity,

Victory is won through Christ !


SS & S 1035 Why should we start, and fear to die !

What timorous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate of endless joy ;

And yet we dread to enter there.



The pains, the groans, the dying strife

Fright our approaching souls away ;

We still shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.



Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,

My soul should stretch her wings in haste,

Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,

Nor feel the terrors as she passed !



Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are ;

While on His breast I lean my head,

And breathe my life out sweetly there.


SS & S 1036 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep !

From which none ever wake to weep ;

A calm and undisturbed repose,

Unbroken by the last of foes.



Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet !

With holy confidence to sing

That death hath lost its venomed sting !



Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest !

Whose waking is supremely blest;

No fear — no woe — shall dim the hour

That manifests the Saviour’s power.



Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me

May such a blissful refuge be !

Securely shall my ashes lie,

And wait the summons from on high.



Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be :

But thine is still a blessed sleep

From which none ever wake to weep.


SS & S 1037 We shall sleep, but not for ever,

There will be a glorious dawn !

We shall meet to part — no, never,

On the resurrection morn !

From the deepest caves of ocean,

From the desert and the plain,

From the valley and the mountain,

Countless throngs shall rise again.


We shall sleep, but not for ever,

There will be a glorious dawn ;

We shall meet to part — no, never,

On the resurrection morn !



When we see a precious blossom

That we tended with such care,

Rudely taken from our bosom,

How our aching hearts despair !

Round its little grave we linger,

Till the setting sun is low,

Feeling all our hopes have perished

With the flower we cherished so.



We shall sleep, but not for ever,

In the lone and silent grave ;

Blessed be the Lord that taketh,

Blessed be the Lord that gave.

In the bright, eternal city

Death can never, never come !

In His own good time He’ll call us

From our rest to Home, sweet Home.


SS & S 1038 I must walk through the valley of the shadow,

But I’ll journey in a loving Saviour’s care ;

He hath said He will never, never leave me,

With His ” staff” He will comfort me there.


Through the valley, through the valley,

Through the valley of the shadow I must go ;

But the dark waves of Jordan will not harm me,

There is peace in the valley, I know.



When I walk through the valley of the shadow,

All the weary days of toiling will be o’er ;

For the strong arms of Jesus will enfold me,

And with Him I shall sorrow no more.



Though I walk through the valley of the shadow,

Yet the glory of the dawning I shall see ;

I shall join in the anthems over Jordan,

Where the loved ones are waiting for me.



I shall walk through the valley of the shadow,

I shall follow where my Lord has gone before ;

Through the mists of the valley He will lead me,

Till I rest on the Ever-green Shore.


SS & S 1039 Will there be light at eventide,

When my bark unmoors for sea ?

Will faith’s bright ray illume the way ?

Oh, will there be light for me ?


Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be

light ? . . .

Oh, will there be light for me, for me ?

Will there be light at eventide,

When my bark unmoors for sea ?



When I draw near the other shore,

Will there be a shining band

Of those I knew and loved on earth

Awaiting me on the strand ?


Will there be light ? . . . Oh, will there be

light ? . . .

Oh, will there be light for me, for me ?

Will there be light of faces bright

On the banks of the crystal sea ?



On yonder shore are the golden gates

That lead to the city fair,

Where Jesus stands, with] outstretched hands

To bid me welcome there.


There will be light, . . . Oh, there will be

light ! . . .

Oh, there will be light for me, for me:

He is the Light of glory bright

That shone on Calvary !


SS & S 1040 Thou art gone to the grave, but we

will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness en-

compass the tomb ;

The Saviour has passed through its

portal before thee,

And the lamp of His love is thy

guide through the gloom.



Thou art gone to the grave, we no

longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the

world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mercy are spread

to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the

Sinless has died.



Thou art gone to the grave ; and, its

mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ;

But the sunshine of Paradise beamed on thy waking,

And the sound which thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.



Thou art gone to the grave, but ’twere

wrong to deplore thee,

For God was thy ransom, thy

guardian, and guide ;

He gave thee, He took thee, and He

will restore thee ;

And death has no sting, since the

Saviour has died.


SS & S 1041 Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest ;

Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour’s breast :

We love thee well; but Jesus loves thee best — [night !

Good-night ! Good-night ! Good-night !



Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep ;

But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep :

Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep — Good-night !



Until the shadows from this earth are cast ;

Until He gathers in His sheaves at last ;

Until the twilight gloom is overpast —

Good-night !



Until the Easter glory lights the skies ;

Until the dead in Jesus shall arise,

And He shall come, but not in lowly

guise — Good-night !



Until made beautiful by Love Divine,

Thou in the likeness of thy Lord shalt shine,

And He shall bring that golden crown of thine —

Good-night !



Only ” good-night,” beloved — not ” farewell ! ”

A little while, and all His saints shall dwell

In hallowed union, indivisible —

Good-night !



Until we meet again before His throne,

Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own,

Until we know even as we are

known — Good-night !


SS & S 1042 It is not time that flies, ’tis we, ’tis we are flying ;

It is not life that dies, ’tis we, ’tis we are dying.

Time and eternity are one,

Time is eternity begun :

Time changes, but without decay,

‘Tis we alone who pass away.



It is not truth that flies, ’tis we, ’tis

we are flying ;

It is not faith that dies, ’tis we, ’tis we are dying.

O ever-during Faith and Truth,

Whose youth is age, whose age is youth ;

Twin stars of immortality,

Ye cannot perish from the sky.



It is not hope that flies, ’tis we, ’tis

we are flying ; [we are dying.

It is not love that dies, ’tis we, ’tis

Twin streams that have in heaven your birth,

Ye glide in gentle joy through earth ;

We fade like flowers beside you sown —

Ye are still flowing, flowing on.



Yet we but die to live, it is from death we’re flying ;

For ever lives our life, for us there is no dying.

We die, but as the spring-bud dies,

In summer’s golden glow to rise ;

These be our days of vernal bloom.

Our harvest is beyond the tomb.


SS & S 1043 Oh, the clanging bells of Time !

Night and day they never cease ;

We are wearied with their chime,

For they do not bring us peace ;

And we hush our breath to hear,

And we strain our eyes to see,

If thy shores are drawing near :

Eternity ! Eternity !



Oh, the clanging bells of Time !

How their changes rise and fall ;

But in undertone sublime,

Sounding clearly through them all,

Is a voice that must be heard,

As our moments onward flee ;

And it speaketh aye one word :

Eternity ! Eternity !



Oh, the clanging bells of Time !

To their voices, loud and low,

In a long, unresting line

We are marching to and fro ;

And we yearn for sight or sound

Of the life that is to be,

For thy breath doth wrap us round :

Eternity ! Eternity !



Oh, the clanging bells of Time !

Soon their notes will all be dumb,

And in joy and peace sublime

We shall feel the silence come !

And our souls their thirst will slake,

And our eyes the King will see,

When thy glorious morn shall break :

Eternity ! Eternity !


SS & S 1044 As shadows cast by cloud and sun,

Flit o’er the summer grass,

So, in Thy sight, Almighty One,

Earth’s generations pass.


Flit – ting away, . flit – ting away, . .

Flitting like the shadows away ; . .

Flit – ting away, . flit – ting away, . .

Flitting like the shadows away. . .



And while the years, in endless host,

Come passing swiftly on, [boast

The brightest name that earth can

But glistens, and is gone.



Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed

A lustre pure and sweet,

And still it leads, as once it led,

To the Messiah’s feet.



O Father, may that Holy Star

Grow every year more bright,

And shed its glorious beams afar

To fill the world with light.


SS & S 1045 Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine !

Break every tender tie; Jesus is mine !

Dark is the wilderness, earth has no resting-place,

Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine !



Tempt not my soul away; Jesus is mine !

Here would I ever stay; Jesus is mine !

Perishing things of clay, bora but for one brief day,

Pass from my heart away ! Jesus is mine !



Farewell, ye dreams of night; Jesus is mine !

Lost in this dawning light; Jesus is mine!

All that my soul has tried left but a dismal void,

Jesus has satisfied ; Jesus is mine !



Farewell, mortality ; Jesus is mine !

Welcome, eternity ; Jesus is mine !

Welcome, O loved and blest ; welcome, sweet scenes of rest ;

Welcome, my Saviour’s breast; Jesus is mine !


SS & S 1046 Days and moments quickly flying,

Blend the living with the dead ;

Soon will you and I be lying

Each within our narrow bed.



Soon our souls to God who gave them

Will have sped their rapid flight ;

Able now by grace to save them —

Oh, that while we can we might !



Jesus, Infinite Redeemer,

Maker of this mortal frame,

Teach, oh, teach us to remember

What we are, and whence we came.

Life passeth soon ; Death draweth near :

Keep us, good Lord, till Thou appear ;

For Thee to live, in Thee to die, [Amen.

With Thee to reign through Eternity.


SS & S 1047 While, with ceaseless course, the sun

Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Nevermore to meet us here :

Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below:

We a little longer wait ;

But how little, none can know..



As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find ;

As the lightning from the skies

Darts, and leaves no trace behind —

Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life’s rapid stream ;

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise 1

All below is but a dream.



Thanks for mercies past receive ;

Pardon of our sins renew ;

Teach us henceforth how to live,.

With eternity in mView:

Bless Thy Word to old and young ;

Fill us with a Saviour’s love ;

When our life’s short race is run,

May we dwell with Thee above.


SS & S 1048 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.



Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer.

Hither by Thy help I’m come ;

And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.



Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God ;

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.



Oh, to grace how great a debtor

Daily I’m constrained to be !

Let Thy grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee.



Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love;

Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it.

Seal it for Thy courts above.


SS & S 1049 Bless, O Lord, the opening year

To each soul assembled here;

Clothe Thy word with power divine,

Make us willing to be Thine.



Shepherd of Thy blood-bought sheep,

Teach the stony hearts to weep ;

Let the blind have eyes to see,

See themselves, and look to Thee.



Where Thou hast Thy work begun,

Give new strength the race to run ;

Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears;

W r ipe away the mourner’s tears.



Bless us all, both old and young ;

Call forth praise from every tongue ;

Let this whole assembly prove

All Thy power and all Thy love.




SS & S 1050 For Thy mercy and Thy grace,

Faithful through another year,

Hear our song of thankfulness ;

Father and Redeemer, hear !



In our weakness and distress, [stay:

Rock of Strength, be Thou our

In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way.



Who of us death’s awful road

In the coming year shall tread.

With Thy rod and staff, O God,

Comfort Thou his dying bed.



Keep us faithful, keep us pure,

Keep us evermore Thine own;

Help, O help us to endure,

Fit us for the promised crown.



So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings,

Thee, the only Potentate,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.