Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 1051 - 1100

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 1051 – 1100

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. 1051 – 1100.

SS & S 1051 All, all for Thee ! Dear Saviour, may this watchword

Be Thine own keynote for my life this year :

So sweetly harmonising thought and action,

That none who listen shall a discord hear.

All, all for Thee ! Oh, take me now entirely !

Retune each note with Thine own gentle hand ;

I give myself afresh into Thy keeping,

To do or suffer, as Thou shalt command.

I give my heart — I long to love Thee better

Than ever I have done in years before ;

That all I do may be a “joy, not duty ” ;

Lord Jesus, grant it: may I love Thee more !

I give my will — O Master, do receive it;

It must rebel in any care but Thine;

I cannot keep it, it is so self-pleasing :

What rest to think it is no longer mine !

O Master, by Thine own most Holy Spirit,

Send heavenly music o’er the earth through me,

So true, so beautiful, so soul-refreshing,

That those who hear it may learn more of Thee !

SS & S 1052 A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,

And we shall be with those that rest

Asleep within the tomb.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;

Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood*

And take my sins away.

A few more suns shall set,

O’er these dark hills of time ;

And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

A few more storms shall beat

On this wild, rocky shore ;

And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more.

A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o’er ;

A few more toils, a few more tears,

And we shall weep no more.

Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live; who lives

That we with Him may reign.

SS & S 1053 We plough the fields, and scatter

The good seed on the land ;

But it is fed and watered

By God’s almighty hand :

He sends the snow in winter,

The warmth to swell the grain ;

The breezes, and the sunshine,

And soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above :

Then thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord,

For all His love !

He only is the Maker

Of all things near and far :

He paints the wayside flower ;

He lights the evening star ;

The winds and waves obey Him ;

By Him the birds are fed ;

Much more to us, His children,

He gives our daily bread.

We thank Thee, then, O Father,

For all things bright and good :

The seed-time and the harvest,

Our life, our health, our food.

Accept the gifts we offer

For all Thy love imparts ;

And — what Thou most desirest —

Our humble, thankful hearts.

SS & S 1054 Some are sowing their seed in the dawn-light fair;

They are sowing seed in the noonday glare;

They are sowing seed in the soft twilight ;

They are sowing their seed in the solemn night.

What shall the harvest be ?

Some are sowing their seed of word and deed,

Which the cold know not, nor the careless heed;

Oh, the gentle word, and the kindest deed,

That have blessed the sad heart in its sorest need.

Sweet shall the harvest be !

Some are sowing the seed of noble deed,

With a sleepless watch and an earnest heed ;

With a ceaseless hand in the earth

they sow, [where’er they go.

And the fields are all whitening

Rich will the harvest be !

Whether sown in the darkness, or

sown in the light ;

Whether sown in weakness, or sown in might ; ,

Whether sown in meekness, or sown in wrath

In the broadest highway, or the shadowy path :

Sure will the harvest be !

SS & S 1055 Come, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of harvest-home :

All is safely gathered in,

Ere the winter storms begin ;

God, our Maker, doth provide

For our wants to be supplied :

Come to God’s own temple, come,

Raise the song of harvest-home.

All this world is God’s own field,

Fruit unto His praise to yield ;

Wheat and tares together sown,

Unto joy or sorrow grown :

First, the blade, and then the ear.

Then the full corn shall appear :

Lord of harvest, grant that we

Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,

And shall take His harvest-home ;

From His field shall in that day

All offences purge away ;

Give His angels charge at last,

In the fire the tares to cast ;

But the fruitful ears to store,

In His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,

To Thy final harvest-home ;

Gather Thou Thy people in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin ;

There, for ever purified,

In Thy presence to abide :

Come with all Thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious harvest-home.

SS & S 1056 With songs and honours sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens He spreads His cloud,

And waters veil the sky.

He sends His showers of blessings down,

To cheer the plains below ;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,

And corn in valleys grow,

His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,

And wintry days appear.

His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,

Descend and clothe the ground;

The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fetters bound.

He sends His word and melts the snow,

The fields no longer mourn ;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,

And bids the spring return.

The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey His mighty word:

With songs and honours sounding loud,

Praise ye the Sovereign Lord !

SS & S 1057 Sowing the seed by the dawn-light fair,

Sowing the seed by the noonday glare ;

Sowing the seed by the fading light,

Sowing the seed in the solemn night:

Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

Sown … in the dark – • – ness or sown … in

the light, . . . . . .

Sown … in our weak ness or sown … in our might,

Gathered in time or eternity,

Sure, ah, sure will the harvest be ! . . .

Sowing the seed by the wayside high,

Sowing the seed on the rocks to die;

Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil,

Sowing the seed in the fertile soil :

Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

Sowing the seed of a lingering pain,

Sowing the seed of a maddened brain ;

Sowing the seed of a tarnished name,

Sowing the seed of eternal shame :

Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

Sowing the seed with an aching heart,

Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start ;

Sowing in hope till the reapers come,

Gladly to gather the harvest home :

Oh, what shall the harvest be ?

SS & S 1058 We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest

That now has been gathered and garnered with care ;

Rewarding the toil of the sower and reaper,

While all in its blessings may share.

For the boun – – – tiful harvest, we praise Thee,

We thank Thee and bless Thee, O Lord :

For the boun tiful harvest, we praise Thee,

and bless Thee, O Lord.

We praise Thee, O Lord, for the

bountiful harvest,

We praise Thee for sunshine, the dew, and the rain;

For soft summer breezes so gracefully bending

The bright golden billows of grain.

We praise Thee, O Lord, for Thy wonderful token

That shines as it shone on Thy servants of old,

The pledge and assurance that seed-time and harvest

From earth Thou wilt never withhold.

We bless Thee, O Lord, for Thy wonderful mercies ;

And while to Thy glory our voices we raise,

O Thou that regardest the prayers of Thy people,

Accept our thanksgiving and praise.

SS & S 1059 Sing to the Lord of harvest,

Sing songs of love and praise ;

With joyful hearts and voices

Your hallelujahs raise:

By Him the rolling seasons

In fruitful order move,

Sing to the Lord of harvest

A song of happy love.

By Him the clouds drop fatness,

The deserts bloom and spring,

The hills leap up in gladness,

The valleys laugh and sing:

He filleth with His fulness

All things with large increase;

He crowns the year with goodness,

With plenty and with peace.

Heap on His sacred altar

The gifts His goodness gave,

The golden sheaves of harvest,

The souls He died to save:

Your hearts lay down before Him,

When at His feet ye fall,

And with your lives adore Him,

Who gave His life for all.

To God the gracious Father,

Who made us ” very good ” ;

To Christ, who, when we wandered,

Restored us with His blood;

And to the Holy Spirit,

Who doth upon us pour

His blessed dews and sunshine,

Be praise for evermore.

SS & S 1060 He sendeth the sunshine and rain,

He scattereth dew on the flowers ;

He maketh the desert to bloom —

His blessings descend as the

showers.

Boun – – – tiful, mer ciful, won – – – derful

love ! . . .

He causeth the rivers to flow,

The fields now with verdure are clad ;

He tempers the wind to His lambs,

The earth with His fulness is glad.

For bounty so royal and free,

For mercies unending and new,

Oh, help us to praise Thee, dear Lord,

And serve Thee in all that we do.

SS & S 1061 Eternal Father ! strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep:

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !

O Christ, whose voice the waters heard,

And hushed their raging at Thy word,

Who walkedst on the foaming deep,

And calm amid the storm didst sleep :

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !

O Holy Spirit ! who didst brood

Upon the waters dark and rude,

And bid their angry tumult cease,

And give, for wild confusion, peace:

Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea !

O Trinity of love and power !

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour ;

Fro n rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them wheresoe’er they go;

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.