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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 1151 – 1200

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 1151 – 1200

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 features the Sacred Songs and Solo Hymns from No. 1151 – 1200.


SS & S 1151 You’re starting, my boy, on life’s journey,

Along the grand highway of life ;

You’ll meet with a thousand temptations

Each city with evil is rife.

This world is a stage of excitement,

There’s danger wherever you go;

But if you are tempted in weakness,


Have courage, my boy, to say No !

Have courage, my boy, to say No ! . .

Have courage, my boy, to say No ! . .

Have courage, my boy, have courage, my

Have courage, my boy, to say No I [boy,



In courage, my boy, lies your safety,

When you the long journey begin ;

Your trust in a heavenly Father

Will keep you unspotted from sin.

Temptations will go on increasing,

As streams from a rivulet flow ;

But if you’d be true to your manhood,

Have courage, my boy, to say No !



Be careful in choosing companions :

Seek only the brave and the true ;

And stand by your friends when in trial-

Ne’er changing the old for the new.

And when by false friends you are tempted

The taste of the wine-cup to know,

With firmness, with patience, and kindness,

Have courage, my boy, to say No !


SS & S 1152 It is a thing most wonderful,

Almost too wonderful to be ; [heaven,

That God’s own Son should come from

And die to save a child like me.



And yet I know that it is true :

He chose a poor and humble lot, [died,

And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and

For love of those who loved Him not.



I cannot tell how He could love

A child so weak and full of sin ;

His love must be most wonderful,

If He could die my love to win.



It is most wonderful to know

His love for me so free and sure;

But ’tis more wonderful to see

My love for Him so faint and poor.



And yet I want to love Thee, Lord ;

Oh, light the flame within my heart,

And I will love Thee more and more,

Until I see Thee as Thou art.



SS & S 1153 Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear;

Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear!

Only let us follow whither He doth lead,

To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead.



Jesus is our Shepherd: well we know His voice,

How its gentlest whisper makes our heart rejoice;

Even when He chideth, tender is His tone :

None but He shall guide us; we are His tone,



Jesus is our Shepherd, for the sheep He bled;

Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed;

Then on each He setteth His own secret sign :

They that have My Spirit, these, saith He, are Mine



Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm,

Though the wolves may ravin, none can do us harm :

When we tread death’s valley, dark with fearful gloom,

We will fear no evil, victors o’er the tomb.


SS & S 1154 Jesus, tender Saviour,

Thou hast died for me !

Make me very thankful

In my heart to Thee.

When the sad, sad story

Of Thy grief I read,

Make me very sorry

For my sins indeed.



Now I know Thou lovest,

And dost plead for me !

Make me very thankful

In my prayers to Thee.

Soon I hope in glory

At Thy side to stand ;

Make me fit to meet Thee

In that happy land.



SS & S 1155 Jesus loves me ! this I know,

For the Bible tells me so ;

Little ones to Him belong;

They are weak, but He is strong.


Yes, Jesus loves me ! Yes, Jesus loves me !

Yes, Jesus loves me I The Bible tells me so !



Jesus loves me ! He who died

Heaven’s gate to open wide :

He will wash away my sin,

Let His little child come in.



Jesus loves me ! He will stay

Close beside me all the way :

If I love Him, when I die

He will take me home on high.


SS & S 1156 I love to hear the story

Which angel voices tell,

How once the King of Glory

Came down on earth to dwell :

I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know :

The Lord came down to save me,

Because He loved me so !



I’m glad my blessed Saviour

Was once a child like me,

To show how pure and holy

His little ones might be ;

And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,

He never will forget me,

Because He loves me so !



To sing His love and mercy,

My sweetest songs I’ll raise ;

And though I cannot see Him,

I know He hears my praise ;

For He has kindly promised

That I shall surely go

To sing among His angels,

Because He loves me so !


SS & S 1157 Hark ! hark ! the song from youthful voices breaking,

Fresh from the heart its tuneful numbers flow ;

How sweet the song of happy children marching,

Praising the Saviour as they onward go !


Hark ! hark ! the song of holy adoration.

Glory to Jesus, our Eternal King ;

Praise ye His name, exalt Him in the highest ;

Now, and for ever, shall the anthem ring.



Hark ! hark ! the song, the grand old story telling ;

Oh, how it swells and echoes far away !

Life, love, and joy, through Him who hath redeemed us,

Freely are offered in His name to-day.



Sing, children, sing ! the song you now are waking,

Long, long ago on Judah’s plain began ;

When from the sky was heard the idnight chorus,

Peace from our Father, and goodwill to men.



Sing, children, sing, till — forward still advancing —

Rank after rank the royal standard wave !

Sing, gladly sing, the wonders of His greatness !

Jesus, the mighty One, the Strong to save !



SS & S 1158 Trying to walk in the steps of the Saviour,

Trying to follow our Saviour and King ;

Shaping our lives by His blessed example,

Happy, how happy the songs that we bring !

How beautiful to follow the steps of the Saviour,


Walking in the light, walking in the light !

How beautiful to follow the steps of the Saviour,

Led in paths of right !



Clinging more closely to Him who is leading,

When we are tempted to turn from the way;

Trusting the Arm that is strong to defend us,

Happy, how happy our praise everyday !



Walking by faith in the steps of the Saviour,

Upward, still upward, we’ll follow our Guide;

When we shall see Him,  the King in His beauty,

Happy, how happy our place at His side !


SS & S 1159 Saviour, where Thou leadest,

We will follow Thee ;

Where Thy lambs Thou feedest,

We will follow Thee ;

By Thy loving smile attended,

By Thy gentle hand defended,

Till this mortal life is ended,

We will follow Thee.



In life’s early morning

We will follow Thee ;

We have heard Thy warning —

We will follow Thee;

If our feet seem sometimes weary,

And the way seems long and dreary,

Thou wilt speak, and we shall hear Thee,

And will follow Thee.



In our days of gladness

We will follow Thee ;

In our times of sadness

We will follow Thee ;

Thou wilt give us, without measure,

Richest blessings, truest pleasure,

And in heaven, a priceless treasure,

We will follow Thee.


SS & S 1160 Saviour, help us in our weakness,

Guide and keep us hour by hour ;

Help us meet the world’s temptations

With Thine overcoming power.

Nothing can we do without Thee,

But all grace we know is Thine ;

Strengthen us for every duty,

Fill us with Thy love divine.



Help us take Thy yoke upon us,

And Thy blessed word obey,

Learn of Thee, the  Meek and Lowly,

Humbly serving, day by day.

May we grow like Thee, our Saviour,

Whom, though still unseen, we love;

Help us show the light to others,

Show the light that leads above.



SS & S 1161 Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding

With the Shepherd’s kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs Thy bosom share :



Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in Thy gracious arm ;

There, we know, Thy word believing,

They are all secure from harm.



Never, from Thy pasture roving,

Let them be the lion’s prey;

Let Thy tenderness, so loving,

Keep them through life’s dangerous way.



Then within Thy fold eternal

Let them find a resting-place;

Feed in pastures ever vernal,

Drink the rivers of Thy grace.



SS & S 1162 By cool Siloam’s shady rill

How sweet the lily grows !

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,

Of Sharon’s dewy rose !



Lo ! such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod —

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God.



By cool Siloam’s shady rill

The lily must decay ;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.



And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man’s maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,

And stormy passion’s rage.



SS & S 1163 Early seeking, early finding,

Ever happy, happy we ;

Looking up in life’s sweet morning.

Coming, coming now to Thee,

We begin our children’s days,

Lord of Glory, with Thy praise.



Early asking, early getting,

Ever happy, happy we ;

We would ever, blessed Jesus,

Love and follow, follow Thee :

In Thy presence there is joy,

In Thy service blest employ.



Early knocking, early opening,

Ever happy, happy we;

By the holy gate we enter,

Lord, to dwell, to dwell with Thee;

In the city of the blest,

In the home of heavenly rest.



Early loving, early trusting,

Ever happy, happy we ;

Mounting upward, pressing onward,

Closer, closer drawn to Thee;

Earthlyjoys we leave behind,

All in Thee, O Christ, to find



SS & S 1164 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,

Much we need Thy tenderest care ;

In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,

For our use Thy folds prepare.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.



We are Thine : do Thou befriend us,

Be the Guardian of our way ;

Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,

Seek us when we go astray.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Hear, oh hear us when we pray.



Thou hast promised to receive us,

Poor and sinful though we be;

Thou hast mercy to relieve us,

Grace to cleanse, and power to free.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Let us early turn to Thee.



Early let us seek Thy favour,

Early let us do Thy will ;

Blessed Lord and only Saviour,

With Thy love our bosoms fill.

Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Thou hast loved us, love us still.



SS & S 1165 Come to the Saviour, make no delay ;

Here in His word He has shown us the way;

Here in our midst He’s standing to-day,

Tenderly saying,  Come !


Joyful, joyful, will the meeting be,

When from sin our hearts are pure and free !

And we shall gather, Saviour, with Thee,

In our eternal home.



Suffer the children !  Oh, hear His voice !

Let every heart leap forth and rejoice

And let us freely make Him our choice

Do not delay, but come.



Think once again, He’s with us to-day

Heed now His blest command, and obey

Hear now His accents tenderly say,

Will you, my children, come ?



SS & S 1166 We want the young for Jesus ;

Now in their youthful days,

Oh, may they seek the Saviour,

And early sing His praise.


O Lord, in life’s bright morning,

To Thee our hearts we bring ;

Our praises Thou wilt welcome,

When from the heart we sing.



We want the young for Jesus;

On earth, when He was near,

With gentle, sweet affection

He drew the children near.



And still He waits to bless them

With fond and yearning love :

Kind Shepherd, He would lead them

Safe to the fold above.



We want the young for Jesus :

Be this our blest employ;

No mission could be nobler,

Or fraught with sweeter joy.



For e’en the tiniest jewel

Shall shine in Jesus’ crown,

And sparkle there for ever

When time itself has flown.



SS & S 1167 Be the matter what it may, always speak the truth;

Whether at your work or play, always speak the truth

Never from this rule depart, grave it

deeply on your heart,

Written ’tis upon your chart :

Always speak the truth !



There’s a charm in honesty, always

speak the truth ; [speak the truth ;

There is meanness in a lie; always

He is but a coward slave, who, a present

pain to waive,

Stoops to falsehood; then, be brave;

Always speak the truth.



When you’re wrong, the folly own,

always speak the truth;

There’s a triumph to be won, always

speak the truth ;

He who speaks with lying tongue adds

to wrong a greater wrong;

Then, with courage true and strong,

Always speak the truth.



SS & S 1168 Careless soul, thy Saviour sees thee;

Don’t hold back !

Yearns till from thy thrall He frees thee

Don’t hold back !

Sin, long cherished, claims and shames thee,

When aroused, thy conscience blames thee,

Thou art lost till Christ reclaims thee

Don’t hold back !



Anxious soul, thy Saviour knows thee;

Should temptation still oppose thee;

Death, delayed, will soon o’ertake thee,

Then, when earthly friends forsake thee,

None but Christ to heaven can take thee ;

Don’t hold back !



Stricken soul, thy Saviour calls thee;

Though thy guilty fear appals thee;

Now the Lord of life has found thee,

He will break the chains that bound thee,

With the arms of love surround thee ;

Don’t hold back !



Pardoned soul, thy Saviour woos thee;

In His service He would use thee;

Though the hosts of hell assail thee,

His protection ne’er shall fail thee,

Till as victor heaven shall hail thee;

Don’t hold back !



Ransomed soul, thy Saviour heeds thee;

When to pastures green He leads thee;

Onward, upward, He will guide thee,

Every needful good provide thee,

Keeping ever close beside thee ;

Don’t hold back !



Gracious soul, thy Saviour owns thee;

Till, triumphant, He enthrones thee;

Death’s dark stream may lie before thee,

Angel guards are watching o’er thee ;

Loved ones, glorified, call for thee;

Don’t hold back !



Happy soul, thy Saviour loves thee,

And when He in mercy proves thee ;

He to save and sanctify thee

Grace for grace will not deny thee;

When He comes to glorify thee,

Don’t hold back !



SS & S 1169 O GOLDEN day, when light shall break,

And dawn’s bright glories shall unfold,

When He who knows the path I take,

Shall ope for me the gates of gold.

Earth’s little while will soon be past,

My pilgrim song will soon be o’er,

The grace that saves shall time outlast,

And be my theme on yonder shore.


Then I shall know as I am known,

And stand complete before the throne

Then I shall see my Saviour’s face,

And all my song be saving grace.



Life’s upward way, a narrow path,

Leads on to that fair dwelling-place,

Where, safe from sin and storm and wrath,

They live who trust redeeming grace.

Sing, sing, my heart, along the way,

The grace that saves will keep and guide,

Till breaks the glorious crowning day,

And I shall cross to yonder side.



I dimly see myj ourney’s end,

But well I know who guideth me :

1 follow Him, that wondrous Friend

Whose matchless 1 ove is full and free.

And when with Him I enter in,

And all the way look back to trace,

The conqueror’s palm I then shall win,

Through Christ and His redeeming




SS & S 1170 O my Redeemer,

What a Friend Thou art to me !

Oh, what a Refuge

I have found in Thee !

When the way was dreary,

And my heart was sore oppressed,

‘Twas Thy voice that lulled me

To a calm, sweet rest.


Nearer, draw nearer,

Till my soul is lost in Thee ;

Nearer, draw nearer,

Blessed Lord, to me.



When in their beauty

Stars unveil their silver light,

Then, O my Saviour,

Give me songs at night —

Songs of yonder mansions,

Where the dear ones, gone before,

Sing Thy praise for ever,

On that peaceful shore.



Jesus, my Saviour,

When the last deep shadows fall;

When in the silence

I shall hear Thy call-

In Thine arms reposing,

Let me breathe my life away,

And awake triumphant,

In eternal day.



SS & S 1171 From every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat ;

‘Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.



There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads —

A place than all besides more sweet ;

It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.



There is a scene where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend ;

Though sundered far, by faith they meet :

Around one common mercy-seat.



There, there, on eagle wings we soar,

And sense and sin molest no more;

And heaven comes down our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat !



Oh, let my hand forget her skill,

My tongue be silent, cold, and still,

This bounding heart forget to beat,

If I forget the mercy-seat !


SS & S 1172  Jesus, Lover of my soul.

(See No. 227.)



SS & S 1173  Though your sins be as scarlet,

They shall be as white as snow ;

Though your sins be as scarlet,

They shall be as white as snow;

Though they be red . . . like crimson

They shall be as wool;

Though your sins be as scarlet,

Though your sins be as scarlet,

They shall be as white as snow,

They shall be as white as snow.



Hear the voice that entreats you :

Oh, return ye unto God !

He is of great . . . compassion,

And of wondrous love ;

Hear the voice that entreats you,

Hear the voice that entreats you :

Oh, return ye unto God !



He’ll forgive your transgressions,

And remember them no more ;

Look unto Me, … ye people,

Saith the Lord your God ;

He’ll forgive your transgressions,

He’llf orgive your transgressions,

And remember them no more.


SS & S 1174 Rise, ye children of salvation,

All who cleave to Christ the Head ;

Wake, arise ! O mighty nation,

Ere the foe on Zion tread.

. . . Pour it forth . . a mighty anthem, . .

Like the thun – – ders of the sea ; . .

Through the blood of Christ our ransom, . .


More than conquerors are we ! . . .

More than con querors are we, . . .

More than con querors are we ; . . .

Through the blood of Christ our ransom,

More than conquerors are we.



Saints and heroes Jong before us

Firmly on this ground have stood ;

See their banners waving o’er us,

Conquerors through Jesus’ blood.



Deathless, we are all unfearing,

Life laid up with Christ in God ;

In the morn of His appearing

Floweth forth a glory flood.



Soon we all shall stand before Him,

See and know our glorious Lord ;

Soon in joy and light adore Him,

Each receiving his reward.



SS & S 1175 Our Fatherland, thy name so dear,

Our souls repeat while strangers here ;

And oh, how oft we sigh for thee,

Dear Fatherland beyond the sea !


Our Fatherland, . . . dear Fatherland, . . .

We long to press . . . thy golden strand, . . .

And hail the bright . . . and shining band, . . .

In thy sweet vales, . . . dear Fatherland ! . .



Above the stars, above the skies,

Thy towering hills in beauty rise ;

Where sunny fields with verdure glow,

And fadeless flowers in beauty grow.



There Jesus reigns, our Saviour King,

And one by one His own will bring,

Thy songs to join, thy bliss to share,

O Fatherland, O Zion fair !



No tears shall dim, no pain destroy

The light of peace, the smile of joy ;

No more we’ll clasp the parting hand

Within the gates, our Fatherland.



SS & S 1176 Along the River of Time we glide,

Along the River, along the River;

The swiftly flowing, resistless tide,

The swiftly flowing, the swiftly flowing,

And soon, ah, soon, the end we’ll see ;

Yes, soon ’twill come, and we will be

Floating, floating,

Out on the sea of Eternity !



Along the River of Time we glide,

Along the River, along the River ;

A thousand dangers its currents hide,

A thousand dangers, a thousand dangers ;

And near our course the rocks we see :

Oh, dreadful thought ! a wreck to be,

Floating, floating,

Out on the sea of Eternity !



Along the River of Time we glide,

Along the River, along the River;

Our Saviour only our bark can guide,

Our Saviour only, our Saviour only ;

But with Him we secure may be:

No fear, no doubt — but joy to be

Floating, floating,

Out on the sea of Eternity



SS & S 1177 They are gathering homeward from every land,

One by one, one by one ;

As their weary feet touch the shining strand,

Yes, one by one.

Their brows are enclosed in a golden crown,

Their travel-stained garments are all laid down ;

And clothed in white raiment they rest in the mead,

Where the Lamb doth love His saints to lead.


Gathering home, gathering home,

Fording the river, one by one ;

Gathering home, gathering home,

Yes, one by one.



We, too, shall come to the river side,

One by one, one by one :

We are nearer its waters each eventide,

Yes, one by one.

To some are the floods of the river stil ,

As they ford on their way to the heavenly hill !

To others the waves run fiercely and wild,

Yet they reach the home of the undefiled.



Jesus, Redeemer, we look to Thee,

One by one, one by one ;

We lift lip our voices tremblingly,

Yes, one by one.

The waves of the river are dark and cold,

But we know the place where our feet shall hold ;

O Thou, who didst pass through in

deepest midnight,

Now guide us, and send us the staff and light.



SS & S 1178 Say, where is thy refuge, my brother,

And what is thy prospect to-day ?

Why toil for the wealth that will perish,

The treasures that rust and decay ?

Oh, think of thy soul, that for ever

Must live on eternity’s shore;

When thou in the dust art forgotten,

When pleasure can charm thee no more.


‘Twill profit thee nothing, but fearful the cost

To gain the whole world if thy soul should be lost.



The Master is calling thee, brother,

In tones of compassion and love,

To feel that sweet rapture of pardon,

And lay up thy treasure above:

Oh, kneel at the cross where He suffered

To ransom thy soul from the grave ;

The arm of His mercy will hold thee,

The arm that is mighty to save.



As summer is waning, my brother,

Repent, ere the season is past;

God’s goodness to thee is extended

As long as the daybeam shall last ;

Then slight not the warning repeated

With all the bright moments that roll ;

Nor say, when the harvest is ended,

That no one hath cared for thy soul.



SS & S 1179 All for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

All my being’s ransomed powers ;

All my thoughts and words and doings,

All my days and all my hours.

All for Jesus 1 all for Jesus !


All my being’s ransomed powers;

All for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

All my days and all my hours.



Let my hands perform His bidding;

Let my feet run in His ways ;

Let my eyes see Jesus only ;

Let my lips speak forth His praise.


All for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

Let my feet run in His ways ;

All for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

Let my lips speak forth His praise.



Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus,

I’ve lost sight of all beside —

So enchained my spirit’s vision,

Looking at the Crucified.


All for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

I’ve lost sight of all beside ;

AH for Jesus ! all for Jesus !

All for Jesus Crucified !



SS & S 1180 Come close to the Saviour, thy loving Redeemer,

O sorrowing heart oppressed ; . . .

Life’s journey is dreary, thy spirit is weary,

Oh, come unto Him and rest,

Come close to the Saviour, oh, why

dost thou linger ?

He knoweth thy heart oppressed ; . . .

His promise believing, His message re-

Oh, come unto Him and rest! [ceiving,


Peacefully, tranquilly, tenderly rest,

Looking to Jesus above ; . . .

Peacefully, tranquilly, tenderly rest

Safe in the arms of His love. . . .



Come close to the Saviour, He calleth thee gently;

Draw near to thy Father’s throne : . . .

His eyes will behold thee, His mercy enfold thee,

Why carry thy grief alone!

Come close to the Saviour, oh, trust and remember,

Through trials our souls are blest ; . . .

Whatever betide thee, thy Refuge will

hide thee,

Oh, come unto Him and rest !



Come close to thy Saviour, earth’s

pleasures are fleeting,

But Jesus will care for thee ; . . .

Whatever may grieve thee, He never will

leave thee,

Thy strength as thy day shall be.

Come close to the Saviour, while now

He is calling,

Come home to the pure and blest ; . . .

Where peace, like a river, flows onward

for ever,

Oh, come unto Him and rest !



SS & S 1181 The cross it standeth fast,

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !

Defying every blast,

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !

The winds of hell have blown,

The world its hate hath shown,

Yet it is not overthrown,

Hallelujah for the cross !


Hallelujah ! . . hallelujah ! . . . hallelu – – jah

for the cross ! . . .

Hallelujah ! . . . hallelujah ! . . .

It shall never . . suffer . . loss !

Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! hallelujah for the cross !

Hallelujah ! hallelujah !

It shall never suffer loss.



It is the old cross still,

Its triumph let us tell,

The grace of God here shone,

Through Christ the blessed Son,

Who did for sin atone,

Hallelujah for the cross !



Twas here the debt was paid,

Our sins on Jesus laid,

So round the cross we sing,

Of Christ our Offering,

Of Christ our living King,

Hallelujah for the cross !



SS & S 1182 I have heard of a Saviour’s love,

And a wonderful love it must be;

But did He come down from above,

Out of love and compassion for me ?


This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all

acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the

world to save sinners.



I have heard how He suffered and bled,

How He languished and died on the tree;

But then is it anywhere said

That He languished and suffered for me ?


He was wounded for our transgressions.

He was bruised for our iniquities ; the chastise-

ment of our peace was upon Him ; and with

His stripes we are healed.



I’ve been told of a heaven on high,

Which the children of Jesus shall see ;

But is there a place in the sky

Made ready and furnished for me ?


In My Father’s house are many mansions :

if it were not so, I would have told you. I go

to prepare a place for you ; that where I am,

there ye may be also.



Lord, answer these questions of mine ;

To whom shall I go but to Thee ?

And say, by Thy Spirit divine,

There’s a Saviour and heaven for me.


Yes, yes, yes, for me ! for me ! Yes, yes, yes,

for me !

Our Lord from above, in His infinite love,

On the cross died to save you and me.



SS & S 1183 A sinner was wandering at eventide,

His tempter was watching close by at his side ;

In his heart raged a battle for right against wrong —

But hark ! from the church he hears the sweet song :

Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly.



He stopped and listened to every sweet chord,

He remembered the time he once loved the Lord :

with the throng —

But hark ! from the church again swells the song:

While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is high.



Oh, tempter, depart, I have served thee too long;

I fly to the Saviour, He dwells in that song:

Lord, can it be that a sinner like me

May find a sweet refuge by coming to Thee?

Other refuge have I none ;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.

1 come, Lord, I come; Thou’lt forgive

the dark past, and

Oh, receive my soul at last



SS & S 1184  Tis finished ! So the Saviour cried,

And meekly bowed His head and died;

‘Tis finished !  — yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the victory won.



‘Tis finished !  Heaven is reconciled,

And all the powers of darkness spoiled ;

Peace, love, and happiness again

Return, and dwell with sinful men.



‘Tis finished !  let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round ;

‘Tis finished   let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.



SS & S 1185  Some day, we say, and turn our eyes

Toward the fair hills of Paradise ;

Some day, some time, a sweet new rest

Shall blossom, flower-like, in each breast ;

Some day, some time, our eyes shall see

The faces kept in memory;

Some day, some time, our eyes shall see

The faces kept in memory.

Some day their hands shall clasp our hand,

Just over in the morning land,

Just over in the morning land;

Some day their hands shall clasp our hand,

Just over in the morning land :

Oh, morning land ! Oh, morning land !



Some day our ears shall hear the song

Of triumph over sin and wrong ;

Some day, some time — but oh, not yet;

But we will wait, and not forget

That some day all these things shall be,

And rest be given to you and me ;

That some day all these things shall be,

And rest be given to you and me.

So wait, my friends, though years move slow,

That happy time will come, we know,

That happy time will come, we know;

So wait, my friends, though years move slow,

That happy time will come, we know:

Oh, morning land ! Oh, morning land !



SS & S 1186 In the secret of His presence how my

soul delights to hide !

Oh, how precious are the lessons which

I learn at Jesus’ side !

Earthly cares can never vex me, neither

trials lay me low :

For when Satan comes to tempt me, to

the secret place I go.



When my soul is faint and thirsty,

‘neath the shadow of His wing

There is cool and pleasant shelter, and

a fresh and crystal spring;

And my Saviour rests beside me, as we

hold communion sweet :

If I tried, I could not utter what He

says when thus we meet.



Only this I know: I tell Him all my

doubts, and griefs, and fears;

Oh, how patiently He listens 1 and my

drooping soul He cheers :

Do you think He ne’er reproves me ?

what a false friend He would be,

If He never, never told me of the sins

which He must see.



Would you like to know the sweetness

of the secret of the Lord ?

Go and hide beneath His shadow — this

shall then be your reward :

And whene’er you leave the silence of

that happy meeting-place,

You will bear the shining image of the

Master in your face.



SS & S 1187 Beloved,  It is well,  It is well,

It is well. . .

God’s ways are always right;

And love is o’er them all,

Though far above our sight.

… It is well,  It is well.



Beloved,  It is well,  It is well,

It is well. . .

Though deep and sore the smart,

He wounds who knows to bind

And heal the broken heart.

… It is well,  It is well.



Beloved,  It is well,  It is well,

It is well. . .

Though sorrow clouds our way,

‘Twill make the joy more dear

That ushers in the day.

… It is well,  It is well.



Beloved,  It is well,  It is well,

It is well. . .

The path that Jesus trod,

Though rough and dark it be,

Leads home to heaven and God.

… It is well,  It is well.



SS & S 1188 If I were a voice, a persuasive voice,

That could travel the wide world through,

I would fly on the beams of the morning light,

And speak to men with a gentle might,

And tell them to be true.


I would fly, I would fly over land and sea,

Wherever a human heart might be,

Telling a tale, or singing a song,

In praise of the right and in blame of the wrong:

I would fly, I would fly,

I would fly over land and sea.



If I were a voice, a consoling voice,

I would fly on the wings of the air ;

The homes of sorrow and guilt I’d seek,

And calm and truthful words I’d speak,

To save them from despair. [town,

I would fly, I would fly o’er the crowded

And drop like the happy sunlight down

Into the hearts of suffering men,

And teach them to look up again :

I would fly, I would fly,

I would fly o’er the crowded town.



If I were a voice, a convincing voice,

I would travel with the wind,

And wherever I saw the nations torn

By warfare, jealousy, spite or scorn,

Or hatred of their kind,


I would fly, I would fly on the thunder-crash,

And into their blinded bosoms flash :

Then with their evil thoughts subdued,

I’d teach them Christian brotherhood :

I would fly, I would fly,

I would fly on the thunder-crash.



If I were a voice, an immortal voice,

I would fly the earth around ;

And wherever man to his idols bowed,

I’d publish in notes both long and loud

The Gospel’s joyful sound.

I would fly, I would fly on the wings of day,


Proclaiming peace on my world-wide way,

Bidding the saddened earth rejoice —

If I were a voice, an immortal voice,

I would fly, I would fly,

I would fly on the wings of day.



SS & S 1189 Rock of Ages, cleft for me.

(See No. 237.)



SS & S 1190 God is love ! His mercy brightens

All the path in which we rove ;

Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens;

God is light, and God is love !


God is light, and God is love !

God is light, and God is love I



Chance and change are busy ever ;

Man decays, and ages move;

But His mercy waneth never;

God is light, and God is love !



E’en the hour that darkest seemeth

Will His changeless goodness prove;

From the gloom His brightness streameth ;

God is light, and God is love !



SS & S 1191 Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus,

He will heal the wounded heart,

He will strength and grace impart:

Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus !


The best Friend to have is Je – – – sus !

The best Friend to have is Je sus !

He will help you when you fall,

He will hear you when you call :

Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus I



What a Friend I have found in Jesus !

Peace and comfort to my soul He brings ;

Leaning on His mighty arm,

I will fear no ill nor harm :

Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus !



Though I pass through the night of sorrow,

And the chilly waves of Jordan roll,

Never need I shrink nor fear,

For my Saviour is so near :

Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus !



When at last to our home we gather,

With the loved ones who have gone before,

We will sing upon the shore,

Praising Him for evermore :

Oh, the best Friend to have is Jesus !



SS & S 1192 Beyond the smiling and the weeping,

I shall be soon ;

Beyond the waking and the sleeping,

Beyond the sowing and the reaping,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home I . .

Lord, tarry not, but come.



Beyond the blooming and the fading,

Beyond the shining and the shading,

Beyond the hoping and the dreading,

I shall be soon.



Beyond the rising and the setting,

Beyond the calming and the fretting,

Beyond remembering and forgetting,

I shall be soon.



Beyond the frost-chain and the fever,

Beyond the rock-waste and the river,

Beyond the  ever  and the  never,

I shall be soon.



Beyond the parting and the meeting,

Beyond the farewell and the greeting,

Beyond the pulse’s fever-beating,

I shall be soon.



SS & S 1193 The Saviour stands at thy door to-night,

And is seeking thy heart to win ;

The world for awhile has withdrawn its

Wilt thou open and let Him in? [light :

He has travelled afar on a lonely road,

In sorrow and agony ;

He has borne sin’s heavy crushing load,

All, all for the sake of thee !


Let . . . Him in, . . . let . . . Him in ; . . .

O – – pen the door . . and let . . Him come in.



He stands to plead with thee to-night,

While the dews of the evening fall ;

O’er the moaning and surging waves of life,

Dost thou hear His yearning call

He will free thy soul from the chains of earth,

From its sorrow, its care, and sin;

He will give thee joy for its hollow mirth :

Wilt thou open and let Him in ?



From the glorious heights of heaven He came,

To seek thee and to save ;

But the world it gave Him a cross of shame,

And a lonely borrowed grave ;

He left His radiant home above

To bear thy load of sin ;

He died to prove His deep, deep love:

Wilt thou open and let Him in ?



Thou hast wandered far in the paths of sin,

Thou art weary, and sad, and lone;

But His blood can cleanse, and His love

can win :

Wilt thou make Him now thine own ?

The world has given thee care and pain,

And mocked thee with its sin ;

He will give the treasures of priceless gain :

Wilt thou open and let Him in ?



SS & S 1194 I have heard of a home far away above the skies,

Where the good and true may happy be;

I have looked through the stars, and I’ve

watched through lonely hours,

And I’ve wondered if there’s room

there for me ?

Yes, there’s room for you and for me,

And there’s room for the whole world

beside ;


The wonderful love of the Lord reaches all ;

It gently calls us now to His side.

Room for you and me,

And there’s room for all ;

Listen I listen ! Hear His earnest call :

Whosoever will may come, . . .

Come, ye that are weary,

And are heavy laden  : [for all.

Listen, He’s calling thee, there’s room



But they say that the righteous shall

scarcely enter there;

How, then, shall a sinner like me ?

I am far, far away from the gentle me ?

Shepherd’s care ;

Oh, I wonder if He’ll make room for

Yes, there’s room, the call is for thee,

‘Tis a grand invitation, full and free;

There’s room for us all, if we list to His

Yes, He’s willing to make room there for thee.



SS & S 1195 I have read of a beautiful City,

Far away in the kingdom of God ;

I have read how its walls are of jasper,

How its streets are all golden and broad.

In the midst of the street is life’s river,

Clear as crystal, and pure to behold ;

But not half of that City’s bright glory

To mortals has ever been told.


Not half has ever been told, . .

Not half has ever been told ; . .

Not half of that City’s bright glory

To mortals has ever been told.



1 have read of bright mansions in Heaven,

Which the Saviour has gone to prepare ;

And the saints who on earth have been faithful,

Rest for ever with Christ over there :

There no sin ever enters, nor sorrow,

The inhabitants never grow old;

But not half of the joys that await them

To mortals has ever been told.



I have read of white robes for the righteous,

Of bright crowns which the glorified wear,

When our Father shall bid them  Come, enter,

And My glory eternally share :

How the righteous are evermore blessed,

As they walk through the streets of pure gold;

But not half of the wonderful story

To mortals has ever been told.



I have read of a Christ so forgiving,

That vile sinners may ask and receive

Peace, and pardon for every transgression,

If when asking they only believe.

I have read how He’ll guide and protect us,

If for safety we enter His fold ;

But not half of His goodness and mercy

To mortals has ever been told.



SS & S 1196 Weary child, thy sin forsaking, close thy heart no more ;

From thy dream of pleasure waking, open wide its door.

While the lamp of life is burning,

And the heart of God is yearning,

To His loving arms returning,

Give thy wanderings o’er.



To the Saviour’s tender pleading, close

thy heart no more ;

Now the call of mercy needing, open wide its door.



To the Gospel invitation close thy heart

no more;

To receive a full salvation open wide its door.



To the joy that fadeth never, close thy

heart no more;

To the peace abiding ever, open wide its door.



SS & S 1197 As I wandered round the homestead,

Many a dear familiar spot

Brought within my recollection

Scenes I’d seemingly forgot;

There, the orchard — meadow, yonder —

Here, the deep, old-fashioned well,

With its old moss-covered bucket,

Sent a thrill no tongue can tell.



Though the house was held by strangers,

All remained the same within;

Just as when a child I rambled

Up and down, and out and in ;

To the garret dark ascending —

Once a source of childish dread —

Peering through the misty cobwebs,

Lo ! I saw my cradle bed.



Quick I drew it from the rubbish

Covered o’er with dust so long :

When, behold, I heard in fancy

Strains of one familiar song,

Often sung by my dear mother

To me in that cradle bed :

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber !

Holy angels guard thy bed !



While I listen to the music

Stealing on in gentle strain,

I am carried back to childhood —

I am now a child again :

‘Tis the hour of my retiring,

At the dusky eventide ;

Near my cradle bed I’m kneeling,

As of yore, by mother’s side.



Hands are on my head so loving,

As they were in childhood’s days;

I, with weary tones, am trying

To repeat the words she says ;

‘Tis a prayer in language simple

As a mother’s lips can frame :

Father, Thou who art in heaven,

Hallowed, ever, be Thy name.



Prayer is over : to my pillow

With a  good-night  kiss I creep,

Scarcely waking while I whisper,

Now I lay me down to sleep.

Then my mother, o’er me bending,

Prays in earnest words, but mild :

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,

Bless, oh bless, my precious child !



Yet I am but only dreaming :

Ne’er I’ll be a child again ;

Many years has that dear mother

In the quiet graveyard lain ;

But her blessed angel spirit

Daily hovers o’er my head,

Calling me from earth to heaven,

Even from my cradle bed.



SS & S 1198 Lead me gently home, Father,

Lead me gently home !

‘Mid life’s darkest hours, Father,

When sad trials come.

Keep my heart from wandering,

Lest my feet should roam ;

Lest I fall upon the wayside,

Lead me gently home !


. . . Lead me gently home, . Father

Lead me gently,

Lest I fall upon the wayside,

Lead me gently home!



Lead me gently home, Father,

Lead me gently home 1

None but Thou can’st guide me,

I cannot walk alone !

1 will gladly follow,

Ever follow on :

By Thy loving hand, O Father,

Lead me gently home !



Lead me gently home, Father,

Lead me gently home !

When life’s toils are ended,

And parting days have come,

There to rest for ever

From all earthly gloom,

Lead me, O my heavenly Father,

Lead me gently home !



SS & S 1199 God save our gracious King,

Long live our noble King,

God save the King !

Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us :

God save the King !



Thy choicest gifts in store

On him be pleased to pour ;

Long may he reign.

May he defend our laws,

And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the King !




SS & S 1200 My country ! ’tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing :

Land where my fathers died !

Land of the Pilgrims’ pride !

From every mountain-side

Let Freedom ring !



My native country, thee —

Land of the noble free —

Thy name I love :

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills ;

My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.



Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet Freedom’s song:

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake ;

Let rocks their silence break —

The sound prolong.



Our fathers’ God ! to Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright

With Freedom’s holy light ;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King !







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