Welcome to you. You have arrived at a plain text page in the LoveAllPeople.org network of web pages. To visit our regular HTML web pages, please copy the link below, and paste it into your Internet Explorer or other browser. Blessings to you. - Rev. Bill McGinnis Link to copy => http://www.loveallpeople.org/chapellinks.html Collected Worship Poems and Hymn Texts Used in Internet Daily Chapel Revised October 3, 1999 ABIDE WITH ME - by Henry F. Lyte, 1847 - Public Domain Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou Who changest not, abide with me. I need Thy presence ev'ry passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heav'n's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen. ALAS! AND DID MY SAVIOUR BLEED - Isaac Watts, 1707 - Public Domain Alas! and did my Saviour bleed And did my sov'reign die? Would He devote that sacred Head For sinners such as I? Was it for sins that I have done He suffered on the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree! Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When Christ, the great Redeemer, died For man the creature's sin. Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away - 'Tis all that I can do. ALL THE WAY MY SAVIOUR LEADS ME - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1875 - Public Domain - All the way my Saviour leads me; What have I to ask beside? Can I doubt His faithful mercies, Who through life has been my guide? Heav'nly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him do dwell; For I know whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well. All the way my Saviour leads me, Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me strength for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread. Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo, a spring of joy I see. All the way my Saviour leads me, O the fullness of His love! Perfect rest in me is promised, In my Father's house above; When my spirit, clothed immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song through endless ages: "Jesus led me all the way." AMAZING GRACE - By John Newton (stanzas 1-4) and John R. Rees (stanza 5) - Public Domain Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we'd first begun. Amen. AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL - by Katharine Lee Bates - Public Domain O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self control, Thy liberty in law! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, Till all success be nobleness, And every gain divine! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD - by Martin Luther (1529), Translated by Frederick H. Hedge (1853). A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and pow'r are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing, Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choosing. Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth His name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us. The prince of darkness grim - We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, For lo! his doom is sure; One little word shall fell him. That word above all earthly pow'rs - No thanks to them - abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through Him Who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also; The body they may kill; God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is for ever. Amen. MIDI music available http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/fortrs8a.mid AND CAN IT BE? - by Charles Wesley (1707-1788) - Public Domain 1. And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 2. 'Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine! 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore, Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3. He left His father's throne above So free, so infinite His grace! Emptied Himself of all but love And bled for Adam's helpless race! 'Tis mercy all, immense and free For O my God, it found out me. 4. Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night. Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray: I woke -- the dungeon flamed with light! My chains fell off, my heart was free I rose, went forth and followed Thee. 5. No condemnation now I dread Jesus, and all in Him, is mine! Alive in Him, my living Head And clothed in righteousness divine Bold I approach the 'ternal throne And claim the crown thru Christ my own. * * * ANGELS, FROM THE REALMS OF GLORY - by James Montgomery, 1819 - Public Domain Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth. Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light. Sages leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great Desire of nations, Ye have seen His natal star. Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord descending, In His temple shall appear. Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. Amen. ARE YE ABLE? - by Earl Marlatt - Public Domain But Jesus answered and said, Ye know not what ye ask. Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? They say unto him, We are able. (Matthew 20:22 KJV) "Are ye able," said the Master, "To be crucified with Me?" "Yea," the sturdy dreamers answered, "To the death we follow Thee." Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? Are ye able, when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? "Are ye able?" still the Master Whispers down eternity; And heroic spirits answer Now, as then in Galilee . . . Lord, we are able. Our spirits are Thine. Remold them, make us Like Thee, divine. Thy guiding radiance Above us shall be A beacon to God, To love and loyalty. Amen. AWAKE, MY SOUL - Thomas Ken, 1637-1711 - Public Domain Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay Thy morning sacrifice. Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design or do or say; That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. AWAY IN A MANGER - Public Domain Verses 1 and 2 are anonymously written. Verse 3 is by John Thomas McFarland Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes; I love Thee, Lord Jesus! look down from the sky, And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever, and love me, I pray; Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care, And fit us to heaven, to live with Thee there. IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH? - Anonymous - Public Domain Is Not This The Land of Beulah? I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams, O'er a land of wondrous beauty, Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure, ethereal, Laden with the the breath of flowers, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bowers. I can see far down the mountain, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears, Broken vows and disappointments Thickly sprinkled all the way; But the Spirit led unerring To the land I hold today. I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide, For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away. Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor of burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation, Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross. Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! Oft I've proved this to be true, When I'm in the way so narrow, I can see a pathway through; And how sweetly Jesus whispers, "Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've trod the way before thee, And the glory lingers near." Is not this the Land of Beaulah, Blessed, blessed land of light, Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright? NOTES: by Bill McGinnis He told us His burden is light and His yoke is easy. He told us He wants to bring us a more abundant life. The Kingdom is at hand, that is, it is very near, actually beside us. And then, we sometimes step right into it and linger for a while, maybe forever. I love this poem! And, of course, the Land of Beaulah is the Kingdom of God! And we can have it here and now, if we are ready to receive it. More of my favorite Christian poems at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/poems.html If you don't have access to the web, you can e-mail me and I will send the whole collection to you directly. Yours in Christ, Bill McGinnis bmcgin@adams.patriot.net BEAULAH LAND - by Edgar Page Stites - Public Domain I've reached the land of joy divine, And all its beauty now is mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. The Saviour comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me with His hand, For this is heaven's border land. A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from ever-vernal trees, And flow'rs that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels, with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song. O Beaulah land, sweet Beaulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My heav'n, my home for evermore, Amen. FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH - by Folliott S. Pierpont, 1864 - Public Domain 1. For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies; For the love which from our birth, Over and around us lies; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 2. For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night; Hill and vale and tree and flow'r, Sun and moon, and stars of light; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 3. For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight; For the mystic harmony, Linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 4. For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child; Friends on Earth and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 5. For Thy church that evermore, Lifteth holy hands above; Off'ring up on ev'ry shore, Her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. Amen. C.M. 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," he cries! See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies! 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love, like thine? _________________________________________________________________ This document (last modified July 18, 1995) from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library server, at Wheaton College BEHOLD THE SAVIOUR OF MANKIND - by Samuel Wesley, 1662-1735 - Public Domain BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee! Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," he cries! See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies! But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love, like thine? BEYOND THE SUNSET - by Josephine Pollard - Public Domain Beyond the sunset's radiant glow There is a brighter world I know, Where golden glories ever shine, Beyond the thought of day's decline. Beyond the sunset's purple rim, Beyond the twilight deep and dim, Where clouds and darkness never come, My soul shall find its heav'nly home. Beyond the desert dark and drear, The golden city will appear, And morning's lovely beams arise Upon my mansion in the skies. Those golden portals ever shine Beyond the reach of day's decline, And Jesus bids my soul prepare To gain a happy entrance there. Beyond the sunset's radiant glow There is a brighter world I know; Beyond the sunset, I may spend Delightful days that never end. Amen. BLESSED ASSURANCE - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915, - Public Domain Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest; Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long. Amen. BREATHE ON ME, BREATH OF GOD - by Edwin Hatch (1835-1889) Public Domain Breathe on me, Breath of God, Fill me with life anew, That I may love what Thou dost love, And do what Thou wouldst do. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Until my heart is pure, Until my will is one with Thine, To do and to endure. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Till I am wholly Thine, Until this earthly part of me Glows with Thy fire divine. Breathe on me, Breath of God, So shall I never die, But live with Thee the perfect life Of Thine eternity. Amen. CHRIST, THE LORD, IS RISEN TODAy - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say! Raise your joys and triumphs high: Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won: Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more! Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened Paradise. Lives again our glorious King! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy victory, boasting grave Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. King of glory! Soul of bliss! Everlasting life is this, Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love. CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES - by Charles Wesley , 1707-1788 Public Domain Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. * * * COME, SINNERS, TO THE GOSPEL FEAST - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - See Luke 14:16-24 Public Domain COME, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let every soul be Jesu's guest; Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. Sent by my Lord, on you I call, The invitation is to ALL: Come, all the world; come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now. Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. Come, and partake the gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat his flesh, and drink his blood! Ye vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) Ye all may now be justified, Ye all may live, for Christ hath died. My message as from God receive, Ye all may come to Christ, and live; O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain! His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to his love's resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. This is the time; no more delay! This is the acceptable day, Come in, this moment, at his call, And live for him who died for all. COME, THOU ALMIGHTY KING - Anonymous, c. 1757 - Public Domain Come, Thou almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise; Father, all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of Days. Come, Thou incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend; Come, and Thy people bless, And give Thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour; Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r. To the great One in Three Eternal praises be Hence evermore; His sov'reign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Amen. COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING - by Robert Robinson, 1758 - Public Domain Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer, * See note below 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, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be. Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Amen. * Note: The name "Ebenezer" means "stone of help." It was a memorial stone erected by Samuel to mark the place, north of Jerusalem, where God helped Israel to defeat the Philistines. To "raise an Ebenezer" means to mark a place of victory. COME, YE THANKFUL PEOPLE - by Henry Alford (1810-1871) - Public Domain 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 the 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 offenses 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, forever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come; Raise the glorious harvest home. Amen. DEEP RIVER - Classic American Spiritual Song - Anonymous, Public Domain Deep river, My home is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground. O don't you want to go To that gospel feast, That promised land Where all is peace? O don't you want to go To that promised land, That land where all is peace? Deep river, My home is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground. MIDI music file arranged from existing Public Domain sources by Bill McGinnis located at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/deeprvra.mid PRAISE GOD, FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW - by Thomas Ken, 1695 Public Domain Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. DO YOU KNOW JESUS? - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain Do you know Jesus? Do you know Jesus? Do you know Jesus, And the wonder of His love? Yes, I know Jesus! Yes, I know Jesus! Yes, I know Jesus, And the wonder of His love! FAIREST LORD JESUS - Anonymous, Translated Anonymously - Public Domain Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O Thou of God and man the Son: Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring. Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling starry host. Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. THIS IS MY FATHER'S WORLD - by Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901 - Public Domain This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears, All nature sings, And round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father's world, I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, Of skies and seas - His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father's world, The birds their carols raise, The morning light, The lily white, Declare their Maker's praise. This is my Father's world, He shines in all that's fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me ev'rywhere. This is my Father's world, O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This my Father's world, Why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King - Let the heavens ring: God reigns: let the earth be glad. Amen. FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH - by Folliott S. Pierpont, 1864 Public Domain For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies; For the love which from our birth, Over and around us lies; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night; Hill and vale and tree and flow'r, Sun and moon, and stars of light; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight; For the mystic harmony, Linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child; Friends on Earth and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For Thy church that evermore, Lifteth holy hands above; Off'ring up on ev'ry shore, Her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. Amen. The usual music for this poem is the hymn tune DIX, by Conrad Kocher. A MIDI file of DIX, arranged by William H. Monk and sequenced by Bill McGinnis, can be downloaded at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/beaut7.mid. Bill McGinnis P. O. Box 2543 Alexandria, VA 22301 bmcgin@adams.patriot.net GIVE ME THE WINGS OF FAITH TO RISE - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. Once they were mourners here below, And poured out cries and tears: They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise For His own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven. GOD IS GONE UP ON HIGH - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain GOD is gone up on high, With a triumphant noise; The clarions of the sky Proclaim the angelic joys! Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. God in the flesh below, For us he reigns above: Let all the nations know Our Jesu's conquering love! Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. All power to our great Lord Is by the Father given; By angel-hosts adored, He reigns supreme in heaven: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. High on his holy seat He bears the righteous sway; His foes beneath his feet Shall sink and die away: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. His foes and ours are one, Satan, the world, and sin; But he shall tread them down. And bring his kingdom in: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. Till all the earth, renewed In righteousness divine, With all the hosts of God In one great chorus join, Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. HOW HAPPY IS THE PILGRIM'S LOT - Written by ? - Public Domain HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot! How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from self-design, From every creature-love; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lightened of its load, And seeks the things above. The things eternal I pursue, A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean I neither have nor want. I have no babes to hold me here; But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim, Better than daughters or than sons, Temples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesu's name. No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness, A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there. And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest; Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend. Receive me to thy breast! 8-7s. Isaiah xii. 1 HAPPY soul who sees the day, The glad day of gospel grace! Thee, my Lord (thou then wilt say) Thee will I for ever praise; Though thy wrath against me burned, Thou dost comfort me again; All thy wrath aside is turned, Thou hast blotted out my sin. 2 Me, behold! thy mercy spares, Jesus my salvation is: Hence my doubts, away my fears! Jesus is become my peace: JAH, JEHOVAH, is my Lord, Ever merciful and just; I will lean upon his word, I will on his promise trust. 3 Strong I am, for he is strong, Just in righteousness divine: He is my triumphal song; All he has, and is, is mine; Mine, and yours, whoe'er believe; On his name whoe'er shall call Freely shall his grace receive; He is full of grace for all. 4 Therefore shall ye draw with joy Water from salvation's well; Praise shall your glad tongues employ, While his streaming grace ye feel: Each to each ye then shall say, "Sinners, call upon his name; O rejoice to see his day, See it, and his praise proclaim!" 5 Glory to his name belongs, Great, and marvelous, and high; Sing unto the Lord your songs, Cry to every nation, cry! Wondrous things the Lord hath done, Excellent his name we find; This to all mankind is known; Be it known to all mankind! 6 Zion, shout thy Lord and King, Israel's HOLY ONE is he! Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing; Great he is, and dwells in thee. O the grace unsearchable! While eternal ages roll, God delights in man to dwell, Soul of each believing soul. _________________________________________________________________ This document (last modified July 18, 1995) from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library server, at Wheaton College HARK! THE HERALD-ANGELS SING - by Charles Wesley, 1743 - Public Domain Hark! the herald-angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled." Christ, by highest heav'n adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men to 'ppear, Jesus our Immanu'l here. Hail the heav'n-born Prince of peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conquering Seed Bruise in us the serpent's head. Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp Thine image in its place: Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in Thy love. Amen. HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING - by Charles Wesley, 1743, altered by George Whitefield, 1753, Public Domain Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled." Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th'angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King!" Christ, by highest heav'n adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Come, Desire of Nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th' Incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus our Immanuel! Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King!" Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings; Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King!" Amen. HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW - by Mrs. C. D. Martin - Public Domain "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. "Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows." (Matthew 10:29,31 KJV) Why should I feel discouraged, Why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely, And long for heav'n and home, When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. "Let not your heart be troubled," His tender word I hear, And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears; Tho' by the path He leadeth But one step I may see: His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. Whenever I am tempted, Whenever clouds arise, When song gives place to sighing, When hope within me dies, I draw the closer to Him, From care He sets me free: His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free, For His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. <>< HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! - by Bishop Reginald Heber, 1827 - Public Domain Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning Our song shall rise to Thee! Holy, holy holy! Merciful and mighty! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee! Casting down their golden crowns Around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim Falling down before Thee, Who wert, and art, and Evermore shalt be. Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee! Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see; Only Thou art holy! There is none beside Thee, Perfect in pow'r in Love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name, In earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy holy! Merciful and mighty! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity! Amen. (To be sung to hymn tune NICAEA, by Rev. John B. Dykes, 1861.) E C#m B7 E Holy, holy, holy! A E Lord God Almighty! B E B C#m B Early in the morning F#7 B B7 Our song shall rise to Thee! E C#m B7 E Holy, holy holy! A E Merciful and mighty! C#m E7 A E7 God in Three Persons, A B7 E Blessed Trinity! NOTE: MIDI file is at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/nicaea.mid and UUENCODED MIDI file is at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/holyholy.uue HOW OFT, O LORD, THY FACE HATH SHOWN - by William Bright, 1824-1901 Public Domain How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone On doubting souls whose wills were true! Thou Christ of Cephas and of John, Thou art the Christ of Thomas too. He loved Thee well, and calmly said, "Come, let us go, and die with Him:" Yet when Thine Easter-news was spread, 'Mid all its light his eyes were dim. His brethren's word he would not take, But craved to touch those hands of Thine: The bruis-ed reed thou didst not break; He saw and hailed his Lord Divine. He saw Thee ris'n; at once he rose To full belief's unclouded height; And still through his confession flows To Christian souls Thy life and light. O Savior, make Thy presence known To all who doubt Thy word in Thee; And teach them in that word alone To find the truth that sets them free. And we who know how true Thou art, And Thee as God and Lord adore, Give us, we pray, a loyal heart, To trust and love thee more and more. HOW SWEET THE NAME OF JESUS SOUNDS - by John Newton, 1725-1807 - Public Domain How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. Dear name! the Rock on which I build, My shield, and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art I'll praise Thee as I ought. Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death! Amen. 6-8s. 2nd metre. Psalm cxlvi. 1 I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure, He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. _________________________________________________________________ This document (last modified July 18, 1995) from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library server, at Wheaton College I KNOW I LOVE THEE BETTER, LORD - by Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Public Domain I Know I Love Thee Better, Lord I know I love Thee better, Lord, Than any earthly joy; For Thou hast given me the peace Which nothing can destroy. I know that Thou art nearer still Than any earthly throng; And sweeter is the thought of Thee Than any lovely song. Thou hast put gladness in my heart; Then well I may be glad! Without the secret of Thy love I could not be but sad. O Saviour, precious Saviour mine! What will Thy presence be, If such a life of joy can crown Our walk on earth with Thee? The half has never yet been told, Of love so full and free! The half has never yet been told, The blood - it cleanseth me! by Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Public Domain I'LL PRAISE MY MAKER WHILE I'VE BREATH - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure, He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. I LOVE THE WINDOWS OF THY GRACE - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Public Domain I love the windows of Thy grace, Through which my Lord is seen, And long to meet my Saviour's face, Without a glass between. O that the happy hour had come, To change my faith to sight; I shall behold my Lord at home In a diviner light. Haste, my Belov-ed, and remove These interposing days; Then shall my passions all be love, And all my pow'rs be praise. From "Hymns And Spiritual Songs" By I. Watts, D. D. Printed in New York, 1823. IN CHRIST THERE IS NO EAST OR WEST - by John Oxenham, 1908 Public Domain In Christ there is no East or West, In Him no South or North; But one great fellowship of love Throughout the whole wide earth. In him shall true hearts ev'rywhere Their high communion find; His service is the golden cord Close binding all mankind. Join hands then, brothers of the faith, Whate'er your race may be. Who serves my Father as a son Is surely kin to me. In Christ now meet both East and West, In Him meet South and North; All Christly souls are one in Him Throughout the whole wide earth. Amen. IN THE CROSS OF CHRIST I GLORY - by John Bowring, 1825 - Public Domain In the cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring o'er the the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers 'round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming, Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds new luster to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. Amen. IN THE GARDEN - by C. Austin Miles (1912) - Public Domain I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses; And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses. He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing; And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. I'd stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling; But He bids me go through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. And He walks with me, And he talk with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known. Amen. IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL - by Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888 - Public Domain When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul." Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And has shed His own blood for my soul. My sin (Oh the bliss of this glorious thought) My sin, not in part, but the whole Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds rolled back like a scroll, The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend, "Even so" - it is well with my soul. It is well, It is well. It is well, it is well with my soul! JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME - by F. B. P. (c. 1580) - Public Domain Selected verses See Revelation 21:1-8, below Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys, when shall I see? O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no cares, no toil. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; In thee there is no dread of death, But life for evermore. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; There God Himself gives light. Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels sit, And evermore do sing. We that are here in banishment, Continually do mourn; We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see. * * * REVELATION 21:1-8 (World English Bible - Public Domain) The New Jerusalem (1) I saw a new Heaven and a new earth: for the first Heaven and the first earth have passed away, and the sea is no more. (2) I saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of Heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband. (3) I heard a loud voice out of the throne saying, "Behold, God's tent is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. (4) He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; neither will there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more. The first things have passed away. (5) He who sits on the throne said, "Behold, I make all things new." He said, "Write, for these words are faithful and true." (6) He said to me, "It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give freely to him who is thirsty from the spring of the water of life. (7) He who overcomes, I will give him these things. I will be his God, and he will be my son. (8)But for the cowardly, unbelieving, sinners, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their part is in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death." From bmcgin@patriot.net Wed Nov 5 09:34:17 1997 Date: Wed, 5 Nov 1997 09:30:29 -0500 (EST) From: Bill McGinnis To: "Rev. Craig A. Lantz" Subject: Re: Jerusalem, My Happy Home Hello Rev. Craig, Thank you for your nice message. One of the side benefits of serving the Lord is that you meet fellow Christians from everywhere! He really is wonderful. Regarding "Jerusalem, My Happy Home," yes, I have the whole thing, I believe. It is in THE ENGLISH HYMNAL, originally published in 1906, edited and republished in 1933. Everything in the 1906 edition is clearly Public Domain, including "Jerusalem." I will type it at the bottom of this message, so you will have the whole thing right away. If you like traditional hymns, let me recommend THE ENGLISH HYMNAL, published by Oxford University Press. Any good bookstore can order it for you, for about $50. (Also, by a fluke, I have an original copy of an early American collection of the works of Isaac Watts, including his rhyming adaptations of the Psalms. It was published in New York in 1823. It is *very tiny*, maybe 2 1/2" by 3 1/2", and difficult to read. Contains *many* poems I never saw anywhere else.) "Jerusalem" below . . . Now that I read it again, it does seem like a really suitable poem for a funeral, particularly for a Christian person who suffered many difficulties in life. May He bless you as you conduct this funeral service! Yours in Christ, Bill McGinnis <>< On Tue, 4 Nov 1997, Rev. Craig A. Lantz wrote: > Dear brother in Christ, > > What wonderful work you are doing with your MIDI hymns. Keep it up! > > I am trying to quickly find the entire poem normally know as Jerusalem > My Happy Home. I believe the copy in the British Museum has 26 or 27 > verses. Do you have the whole thing or only what you posted? > > It is wanted for a funeral so this needs to be quick. Sorry for the > rush. > > -- > > > Peace, > Craig > > "Jerusalem, My Happy Home" by F. P. B. (c. 1580) based on St. Augustine 1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys, when shall I see? 2. O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no cares, no toil. 3. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; In thee there is no dread of death, But life for evermore. 4. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; There God Himself gives light. 5. There lust and lucre cannot dwell; There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. 6. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same Partaker I may be! 7. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl; Exceeding rich and rare; 8. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine; 9. Thy houses are of ivory, Thy windows crystal clear; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold - - O God that I were there! 10. Within thy gates no thing doth come That is not passing clean, No spider's web, no dirt, no dust, No filth may there be seen. 11. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! 12. Thy Saints are crowned with glory great; They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice: Most happy is their case. 13. We that are here in banishment, Continually do mourn; We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. 14. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. 15. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. 16. Thy vineyards and thy orchards are Most beautiful and fair, Full furnish-ed with trees and fruits, Most wonderful and rare; 17. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grow such sweet and precious flowers As nowhere else are seen. 18. There's nectar and ambrosia made, There's musk and civet sweet; There many a fair and dainty drug Is trodden under feet. 19. There cinnamon, there sugar grows, There nard and balm abound; What tongue can tell, or heart conceive, The joys that there are found! 20. Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. 21. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the Angels sit, And evermore do sing; 22. There David stands with harp in hand As master of the choir: Ten thousand times that man were blest That might this music hear. 23. Our Lady sings Magnificat With tune surpassing sweet; And all the virgins bear their parts, Sitting about her feet. 24. Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing, Saint Austin doth the like; Old Simeon and Zachary Have not their songs to seek. 25. There Magdalene hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With bless-ed Saints, whose harmony In every street doth ring. 26. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see! JESU, LOVER OF MY SOUL - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain JESU, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past! Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin, Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee, Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Amen. JESUS CALLS US, O'ER THE TUMULT - by Cecil F. Alexander - 1852 Public Domain Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, "Christian, follow me." Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more." In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love Me more than these." Jesus calls us, by Thy mercies, Saviour, may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. Amen. JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past! Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin, Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee, Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Amen. C.M. 1 JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord, Thy blessing we implore, Open the door to preach thy word, The great effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save From sin and Satan's power; And let them now acceptance have, And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize What thou hast bought so dear; Come then, and in thy people's eyes With all thy wounds appear. 4 Appear, as when of old confest The suffering Son of God; And let them see thee in thy vest But newly dipt in blood. 5 The hardness from their hearts remove, Thou who for all hast died; Show them the tokens of thy love, Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. 6 Thy feet were nailed to yonder tree, To trample down their sin; Thy hands stretched out they all may see, To take thy murderers in. 7 Thy side an open fountain is, Where all may freely go, And drink the living streams of bliss, And wash them white as snow. 8 Ready thou art the blood to apply, And prove the record true; And all thy wounds to sinners cry, "I suffered this for you!" _________________________________________________________________ This document (last modified July 18, 1995) from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library server, at Wheaton College JOY TO THE WORLD - by Isaac Watts, 1719 - Public Domain Joy to the world! The Lord is come; Let earth receive her King. Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room, And heav'n and nature sing. Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love. JOYFUL, JOYFUL, WE ADORE THEE - by Henry van Dyke, 1908 Public Domain Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flow'rs before Thee, Op'ning to the sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; Drive the dark of doubt away; Giver of Immortal Gladness, Fill us with the light of day! All Thy works with joy surround Thee, Earth and heav'n reflect Thy rays, Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken praise; Field and forest, vale and mountain, Flow'ry meadow, flashing sea, Chanting bird and flowing fountain Call us to rejoice in Thee. Thou art giving and forgiving, Ever blessing, ever blest, Wellspring of the joy of living, Ocean depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our Brother All who live in love are Thine; Teach us how to love each other, Lift us to the joy divine. Mortals join the mighty chorus, Which the morning stars began; Father love is reigning o'er us, Brother love binds man to man. Ever singing, march we onward, Victors in the midst of strife; Joyful music leads us sunward, In the triumph song of life. Amen. THE JOY OF A HAPPY HEART - by Janae Ivie - 1997 The joy of a happy heart never ceases it constantly is aglow The joy of a happy heart is shown through a smile The joy of a happy heart can be distributed out to others through love The joy of a happy heart is always a pleasure to others around The joy of a happy heart is displayed most everyday! By Janae Ivie "Jerusalem, My Happy Home" by F. P. B. (c. 1580) based on St. Augustine (c. 400 AD) 1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys, when shall I see? 2. O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no cares, no toil. 3. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; In thee there is no dread of death, But life for evermore. 4. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; There God Himself gives light. 5. There lust and lucre cannot dwell; There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. 6. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same Partaker I may be! 7. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl; Exceeding rich and rare; 8. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine; 9. Thy houses are of ivory, Thy windows crystal clear; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold - - O God that I were there! 10. Within thy gates no thing doth come That is not passing clean, No spider's web, no dirt, no dust, No filth may there be seen. 11. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! 12. Thy Saints are crowned with glory great; They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice: Most happy is their case. 13. We that are here in banishment, Continually do mourn; We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. 14. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. 15. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. 16. Thy vineyards and thy orchards are Most beautiful and fair, Full furnish-ed with trees and fruits, Most wonderful and rare; 17. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grow such sweet and precious flowers As nowhere else are seen. 18. There's nectar and ambrosia made, There's musk and civet sweet; There many a fair and dainty drug Is trodden under feet. 19. There cinnamon, there sugar grows, There nard and balm abound; What tongue can tell, or heart conceive, The joys that there are found! 20. Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. 21. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the Angels sit, And evermore do sing; 22. There David stands with harp in hand As master of the choir: Ten thousand times that man were blest That might this music hear. 23. Our Lady sings Magnificat With tune surpassing sweet; And all the virgins bear their parts, Sitting about her feet. 24. Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing, Saint Austin doth the like; Old Simeon and Zachary Have not their songs to seek. 25. There Magdalene hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With bless-ed Saints, whose harmony In every street doth ring. 26. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see! compiled by wem, 1997-98 bmcgin@patriot.net LAMB OF GOD, OUR SOULS ADORE THEE - by J. G. Deck - Public Domain Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee, While upon Thy face we gaze; There the Father's love and glory Shine in all their brightest rays: Thy almighty pow'r and wisdom All creation's works proclaim; Heav'n and earth alike confess Thee As the ever great "I AM." Son of God! Thy Father's bosom Ever was Thy dwelling-place; His delight, in Him rejoicing, One with Him in pow'r and grace: Oh, what wondrous love and mercy! Thou didst lay thy glory by, And for us didst come from heaven, As the Lamb of God, to die. Lamb of God! when we behold Thee Lowly in the manger laid; Wand'ring as a homeless Stranger, In the world Thy hands had made; When we see Thee in the garden, In Thine agony of blood; At Thy grace we are confounded, Holy, spotless Lamb of God. When we see Thee, as the Victim, Bound to the accurs-ed tree, For our guilt and folly stricken, All our judgement borne by Thee,- Lord, we own with hearts adoring, Thou hast loved us unto blood: Glory, glory everlasting, Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God! (J.G.D.) * * * LET EVERY MORTAL EAR ATTEND - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. Ho! all ye hungry starving souls That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind; Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul-reviving feast, And bid your longing appetites The rich provision taste. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die; Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide your sin; Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dyed in his own blood. Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, And boundless as our sins. The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Amen. NOTE: This text comes from I book I have, printed in New York in 1823, which appears to contain all the hymns of Isaac Watts, plus his rhyming version of the Psalms. It seems possible that some of this material is simply not generally available. Some of these are essentially "lost treasures." LIFT YOUR EYES OF FAITH AND SEE - by Charles Wesley (1708-1788) Public Domain 1 LIFT your eyes of faith, and see Saints and angels joined in one; What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne! Each before his Saviour stands, All in milk-white robes arrayed, Palms they carry in their hands, Crowns of glory on their head. 2 Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heav'nly lays, Glory doth to God belong, God, the glorious Saviour, praise: All salvation from him came, Him, who reigns enthroned on high: Glory to the bleeding Lamb, Let the morning stars reply. 3 Angel-pow'rs the throne surround, Next the saints in glory they; Lulled with the transporting sound, They their silent homage pay, Prostrate on their face before God and his Messiah fall; Then in hymns of praise adore, Shout the Lamb that died for all. 4 Be it so, they all reply, Him let all our orders praise; Him that did for sinners die, Saviour of the favoured race! Render we our God his right, Glory, wisdom, thanks, and pow'r, Honour, majesty, and might; Praise him, praise him evermore! LO, HE COMES WITH CLOUDS DESCENDING - by Charles Wesley (1758) from John Cennick (1750) - Public Domain Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. The dear tokens of his passion Still his dazzling body bears; Cause of endless exultation To his ransomed worshippers; With what rapture, with what rapture Gaze we on those glorious scars! Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Saviour, take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for Thine own; O come quickly! O come quickly! Everlasting God, come down! Amen. LORD, SPEAK TO ME, THAT I MAY SPEAK - by Frances R. Havergal, 1872 (altered slightly, as indicated) - Public Domain Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thine erring children, lost and lone. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart, And wing my words, that they might reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wand'ring and the wav'ring feet; O feed me, Lord, that I might feed The hung'ring ones with manna sweet. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my heart doth overflow * In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. Amen. * Original line: "Until my very heart o'erflows" LORD, WE COME BEFORE YOUR PRESENCE NOW - by Angels From The Throne Room of God, as Received by John Watson Lord, we come before your presence now with joy and singing. Lord, we come before your presence now with joy. (repeat both lines) And we sing: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah to the Lord of Hosts." And we sing: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah to the King of Kings." (repeat both lines) . . . now repeat both verses again and again until the Spirit leads you to stop. No Copyright Claimed. LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVES EXCELLING - by Charles Wesley, 1747 - Public Domain Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling heart. Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave; Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see Thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in Thee; Changed from glory into glory, Till in heav'n we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Amen. MARY, WEEP NOT, WEEP NO LONGER - by Philippe de Greve, died 1236 Translated by Laurence Housman Written for Mary Magdalene, as she stood outside the tomb of Jesus, weeping, as described here . . . JOHN 20:11-16 (KJV) 11 But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12 And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. 13 And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my LORD, and I know not where they have laid him. 14 And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. 16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. * * * Mary, weep not, weep no longer, Now thy heart hath gained its goal; Here, in truth the Gardener standeth, But the Gardener of thy soul, Who withiun thy spirit's garden By His love hath made thee whole. Now from grief and lamentation Lift thy drooping heart with cheer; While for love of Him thou mournest, Lo, thy Lord regained is here! Fainting for Him, thou hast found Him; All unknown, behold Him near! Whence thy sorrow, whence thy weeping, Since with thee true bliss abides? In thy heart, though undiscovered, Balm of consolation hides: Holding all, thou canst no longer Lack the cure that Health provides. Nay, no wonder if she knows not Till the Sower's seed be sown, Till from Him, the Word eternal, Light within her heart is thrown. Lo, He calls her; lo, "Rabboni," She, in turn, her Lord doth own. Faith that washed the feet of Jesus, Fed with dew the Fount of Grace, Win for us a like compassion, That, with all the ransomed race, At the glory of His rising We may see Him face to face! Glory be to God, and honour, Who, preferring sacrifice, Far above the rich man's bounty, Sweetness found in Mary's sighs, Who for all, His love foretasting, Spreads the banquet of the skies. * * * IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR - by Edmund H. Sears (1810-1876) - Public Domain "And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid." (Luke 2:9 KJV) It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heav'n's all-gracious King!" The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing. And ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing! For lo, the days are hast'ning on, by prophets seen of old When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold, When the new heav'n and earth shall own the Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing. <>< MOMENT BY MOMENT, by Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901) Public Domain Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; Living with Jesus a new life divine; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine, Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine. Never a trial that He is not there, Never a burden the He doth not bear, Never a sorrow that He doth not share, Moment by moment, I'm under His care. Never a weakness that He doth not feel, Never a sickness that He cannot heal; Moment by moment, in woe or in weal, Jesus my Savior abides with me still. Moment by moment I'm kept in His love; Moment by moment I've life from above; Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine; Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine. Amen. MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE - by Ray Palmer, 1808-1887 - Public Domain My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine! Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly Thine! May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire! While life's dark maze I tread And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's passing dream, When death's cold, threatening stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior, then, in love, Fear and distress remove; O lift me safe above, A ransomed soul! Amen MY GOD, ACCEPT MY HEART THIS DAY - by M. Bridges, 1800-1894 Public Domain My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. Before the Cross of Him who died, Behold, I prostrate fall; Let ev'ry sin be crucified, And Christ be All in all. Anoint me with Thy heav'nly grace, And seal me for Thine own; That I may see Thy glorious face, And worship at Thy throne. Let ev'ry thought, and work, and word To Thee be ever given; Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run. Amen. MY GOD, THE SPRING OF ALL MY JOYS - by Isaace Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights! In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word; Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe, The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conqueror through. MY JESUS, I LOVE THEE - by William Ralf Featherstone - Public Domain My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee, all the follies of sin I resign; My gracious Redeemer, My Savior art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. I love Thee because Thou hast first lov-ed me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree; I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. I will love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say, when the death-dew lies cold on my brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. In mansions of glory and endless delight, I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright; And singing Thy praises, before Thee I'll bow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. NEARER TO THEE - by Sarah Flower Adams (1805-1848) Public Domain "But thou art near, O Lord, and all thy commandments are true." (Psalms 119:151 KJV) Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There let the way appear (Genesis 28:12) Steps unto heaven; All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; (Genesis 35:15) So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Amen. NEARER TO THEE - by Sarah Flower Adams (1805-1848) Public Domain "But thou art near, O Lord, and all thy commandments are true." (Psalms 119:151 KJV) Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There let the way appear (Genesis 28:12) Steps unto heaven; All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; (Genesis 35:15) So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Amen. NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD - by Robert Lowry (1826-1899) - Public Domain "and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." (1 John 1:7b KJV) What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus; What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Chorus: Oh! precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my pardon this I see, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; For my cleansing, this my plea, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Nothing can for sin atone, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; Naught of good that I have done, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. This is all my hope and peace, Nothing but the blood of Jesus; This is all my righteousness, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING - by Charles Wesley, 1707-88 - Public Domain O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! Jesus - the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. He breaks the pow'r of cancelled sin, He sets the pris'ner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. He speaks; - and, list'ning to His voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. Hear Him, ye deaf; Him praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come; And leap, ye lame, for joy! My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim And spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. Amen. O GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST - by Isaac Watts, 1719 - Public Domain O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home; Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Amen. O GOD, THIS PRECIOUS EARTH THOU GAVE - by William McGinnis, 1995 Public Domain Man's Scriptural Authority Over The Earth Genesis 1:27-28 (KJV) "So God created man in his own image, In the image of God created he him; Male and female created he them. And God blessed them, And God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, And replenish the earth, And subdue it: And have dominion over the fish of the sea, And over the fowl of the air, And over every living thing That moveth upon the earth." Genesis 1:27-28 (KJV) LYRICS "O God, This Precious Earth Thou Gave" by William McGinnis Public Domain O God, this precious Earth Thou gave To us to hold for Thee; Thou gave to us dominion over Land and over sea; Thou gave us mighty power over Creatures great and small; The Earth: we are responsible For caring for it all. But when we look around we find Our damage everywhere; The robins and the sparrows must Fly through polluted air; The rolling rivers have become Awash with our debris; The oceans slowly fill with trash Far as the eye can see. The creatures once so plentiful Can scarcely now be seen; The forests are depleted now That once were strong and green; Where fish by hundreds once did swim In rivers pure and clear, The rivers now are toxic gray, And fish do not appear. Forgive us, God, for what we did In carelessness and haste; We never did intend to cause Such damage and such waste; So as in sorrow we repent, We ask on bended knee To give us, God, the strength now to Restore the Earth for Thee. Amen. To be sung to hymn tune, TERRA CONCORDIA, by William McGinnis, available as MIDI music file terra.mid, located at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/terra.mid in the Public Domain. O HOLY SPIRIT, ENTER WITHIN ME - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain O Holy Spirit, enter within me, Filling my heart with Thy holy grace; Dwelling so sweetly, loving completely, Making my body Thy holy place. O Holy Spirit, sunlight eternal, Brighten my path with Thy holy rays; Always unfolding, never witholding, Comfort and lead me all of my days. And when my life on this Earth is over, And when my soul from body is free, Keep me forever, leaving me never, Taking my soul to heaven with Thee. Amen. O MASTER, LET ME WALK WITH THEE - by Washington Gladden - Public Domain O Master, let me walk with Thee In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret, help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay And guide them in the homeward way. Teach me Thy patience, still with Thee In closer, dearer company, In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, In trust that triumphs over wrong. In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future's broad'ning way, In peace that only Thou canst give, With Thee, O Master, let me live. Amen. O, THE BLOOD OF JESUS - Anonymous - Public Domain O, the blood of Jesus; O, the blood of Jesus; O, the blood of Jesus; It washes white as snow! " . . . and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." (1 John 1:7b KJV) " . . . though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow." (Isaiah 1:18b KJV) * * * NOTE: This is a very special and very powerful hymn. Demons hate to hear it, and they flee when it is played or sung. If you play or sing this hymn repeatedly, it seems to open up a direct channel to the Holy Spirit. You will know what I mean when this happens to you. I believe that this is perhaps the Lord's very favorite hymn. O THE DEEP, DEEP LOVE OF JESUS - by Samuel Trevor Francis (1834-1925) Public Domain O the deep, deep love of Jesus, Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean In its fullness over me. Underneath me, all around me, Is the current of Thy love; Leading onward, leading homeward To my glorious rest above. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, Spread His praise from shore to shore! How He loveth, ever loveth, Changeth never, nevermore. How He watches o'er His loved ones, Died to call them all His own; How for them He intercedeth, Watcheth o'er them from the throne. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, Love of every love the best; 'Tis an ocean vast of blessing, 'Tis a haven sweet of rest. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'Tis a heav'n of heav'ns to me; And it lifts me up to glory, For it lifts me up to Thee. Amen. OUR GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST - by Isaac Watts, 1719 - Public Domain Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home! Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. Amen. PARABLES OF CHRIST - by Isaac Watts - Public Domain Go, worship at Immanuel's feet; See, in His face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, His glory, or His grace! The whole creation can afford But some faint shadow of my Lord; Nature, to make His beauties known, Must mingle colours not her own. Is he compared to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed; That flesh, that dying blood of Thine, Is Bread of Life is heavenly wine. Is He a tree? The world receives Salvation from His healing leaves; That righteous Branch, that fruitful bough Is David's root and offspring too. Is He a rose? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields; Or if the lily he assume, The valleys bless the rich perfume. Is he a vine? His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the Vine. Is He the head? Each member lives And owns the vital power He gives; The saints below and saints above Joined by His Spirit and His love. Is He a fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death; These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too. Is he a fire? He'll purge my dross; But the true gold sustains no loss: Like a refiner shall He sit And tread the refuse with His feet. Is He a rock? How firm He proves! The Rock of Ages never moves: Yet the sweet streams that from Him flow Attend us all the desert through. Is He a Way? He leads to God; The path is drawn in lines of blood; There would I walk with hope and zeal Till I arrive at Zion's hill. Is He a door? I'll enter in; Behold the pastures large and green! A paradise divinely fair; None but the sheep have freedom there. Is He designed a corner-stone, For men to build their heaven upon? I'll make Him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below. Is He a temple? I adore The indwelling majesty and power; And still to His most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I turn my face. Is He a star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shade with dawning light; I know His glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning Star! Is He a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness: nations rejoice when He appears To chase their clouds and dry their tears. Oh! let me climb those higher skies Where storms and darkness never rise! There He displays His powers abroad, And shines and reigns, th' incarnate God. Not earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heaven His full resemblance bears: His beauties we can never trace Till we behold Him face to face. Isaac Watts (1674-1748) PASS ME NOT, O GENTLE SAVIOUR - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 Public Domain Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art smiling, Do not pass me by. Let me at a throne of mercy, Find a sweet relief; Kneeling there in great contrition, Help my unbelief. Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace. Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heav'n but Thee? Saviour, Saviour Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Amen. From janaeivie@juno.comSun Feb 16 22:37:48 1997 Date: Thu, 13 Feb 1997 20:13:18 EST From: Janae L Ivie To: bmcgin@adams.patriot.net Subject: poetry Hi! My name is Janae and someone recommended I write to you. Since the fall, I have written poetry and just recently put it on the list I am on. I would like to maybe somehow spread my poetry to others. I will go ahead and give you all I have written. Here it is: The Joy of A Happy Heart The joy of a happy heart never ceases it constantly is aglow The joy of a happy heart is shown through a smile The joy of a happy heart can be distributed out to others through love The joy of a happy heart is always a pleasure to others around The joy of a happy heart is displayed most everyday! By Janae Ivie A Heavenly Place (no relation to song) A heavenly place is where I will find my Father A heavenly place is where I am destined to go when I die A heavenly place will have festivities like singing and dancing A heavenly place will give a warm welcome to those who come A heavenly place is not difficult to find if you know Jesus Christ! By Janae Ivie Joyfully --------------------------- Joyfully we come to our homes with many ideas Joyfully we spread our joy throughout the house Joyfully we fill each others hearts with joy Joyfully we come and bring this bright joy to school Joyfully we spread the joy everyday of our happy lives! By Janae Ivie Your Ways Show me Your ways O Lord In every part of my life may I glorify you A life that is full of service unto You will never cease in me I long for Your coming each and everyday I worship You in everything no matter where I am Your ways will be my ways when they are shown to me! By Janae Ivie A Joyous Accomplisher How joyous it is when someone accomplishes a difficult task The feeling of happiness is about the heart of the accomplisher Everybody faces challenging circumstances on a daily basis But if we trust God in everything He will help us overcome our daily challenges It is then when we are finished facing the difficult challenge that we are the joyous accomplisher! By Janae Ivie Something But Never Nothing When I feel as though I am nothing in this world, I think of Your greatness I remember how You created everything including myself I feel a sense of security and reassurance knowing that I am a something Everybody is a something, but never a nothing Although it may seem strange, just remember that Jesus is the one who makes us feel like a something all the time! MUSIC Music soothes the soul everytime it hears it Music creates thoughts to carry us through the day Music makes most people happy Music can teach us important morals and lessons Music is like sweetly singing birds in the trees Music teaches us to show appreciation for itself Music is like a creative artist painting pictures in our mind By Janae IvieOnly You Only You can stop the worst from happening Only You can be the right One to turn to in times of sorrow Only You have the power that brings us to our knees in prayer Only You are the source of our strength Only You can put a lovely song in our hearts You are the only One who can make things happen! By Janae Ivie Solitude When you are alone, you really are not God is always with you wherever you are at He is with you because he loves you All you have to do is believe in Him to have a companion anywhere you may be! By Janae Ivie Let Us Praise Let us come and praise His holy name For He is worthy of all glory and honor He reigns forever accepting any kind of praise to His name on high He will send down His spirit to those who worship Him May we worship the Lord in spirit and in truth Let us praise His name in everything we do! By Janae Ivie Living Each Day As we live day by day may we worship You in everything May we have the confidence to take a stand for You May we build each other up in kindness and love As each day passes by let our lives show Your love to everyone else For Your love is the greatest in a heart that knows and loves You! By Janae Ivie Silver and Gold Silver and gold are not as precious as Jesus Silver and gold are incomparable to the price Jesus paid on the cross Silver and gold prove nothing to the resurrection of Jesus Christ Silver and gold may be costly, but the knowledge of Jesus Christ is free! By Janae Ivie We We walk we jump we run we play we dance we sing we love one another we stop We pray we show off we think we create we wonder down the road to a wonderful life! By Janae Ivie From A Place From a place I discovered my happiness and joy From a place I found all the answers to every curious question From a place I am able to see the light from above anytime I want to From a place I can hear the joyous sound of music, dancing, and praising the Holy One From a place I discovered that the noise I am hearing, seeing, and discovering is from Heaven up above! By Janae Ivie What A Glorious Day What a glorious day it will be when I can see Him face to face What a glorious privilege it is to please Him each and every day What a glorious sound it will be when I can hear the angels singing in the heavens What a glorious experience it is to play my flute and piano to the Holy One What a glorious day it will be to stand by the one I have worshiped all my life! By Janae ivie Creation As I gaze into the sky I think of all You created The stars, moon, and planets were each put into space for a purpose When I look at all You have made I can see Your splendor and beauty All these animals and vegetation were made for a reason If you are alone outside think of all God has created! By Janae Ivie Wow! I never actually counted how many poems I wrote-14 :) Please let me know what you think, and whether or not you are interested in using any of the poems. I sent this to a certain mailing list, and someone wrote back wanting to use the words of Let Us Praise in her song she was writing (she is a christian music artist). Well, thank you for your time! Yours truly, Janae Ivie janaeivie@juno.com "There is joy in the Lord , there is love in His Spirit, there is hope in the knowledge of Him, there's a fountain I know, everytime I am near it, my heart overflows to the Lord." -Chorus from There Is Joy In the Lord by Cheri Keaggy off her album Child Of The Father ROCK OF AGES, CLEFT FOR ME - by Augustus M. Toplady, 1740-1778 Public Domain Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill Thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 - Public Domain Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears! Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages, Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er; Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. Amen. SAVIOUR, IF THY PRECIOUS LOVE - (Author unknown to me) SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee. Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold. But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me Lord - I ask not why, How I ask not, - ever thine. SILENT NIGHT _________________________________________________________________ Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night! Shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia, Christ the Savior is born! Christ the Savior is born. Silent night, holy night! Son of God love's pure light. Radiant beams from Thy holy face With dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus Lord, at Thy birth. Jesus Lord, at Thy birth. SOFTLY AND TENDERLY - by Will L. Thompson - Public Domain Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling for you and for me; See, on the portals He's waiting and watching, Watching for you and for me. Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading, Pleading for you and for me? Why should we linger and heed not His mercies, Mercies for you and for me? Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing, Passing from you and from me; Shadows are gathering, death beds are coming, Coming for you and for me. Oh! for the wonderful love He has promised, Promised for you and for me; Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon, Pardon for you and for me. Come home; Come home; Ye who are weary, come home! Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling, Calling, O sinner, come home! Amen. SOME DAY THE SILVER CORD WILL BREAK - By Fanny J. Crosby, 1823-1915 Public Domain Some day the silver cord will break, And I no more as now shall sing; But, O, the joy when I shall wake Within the palace of the King. Some day my earthly house will fall, I cannot tell how soon 'twill be, But this I know - My All in All Has now a place in heav'n for me. Some day, when fades the golden sun Beneath the rosy tinted west, My blessed Lord shall say, "Well done!" And I shall enter into rest. Some day; till then I'll watch and wait, My lamp all trimmed and burning bright, That when my Saviour opes the gate, My soul to Him may take its flight. And I shall see Him face to face, And tell the story - Saved by grace; And I shall see Him face to face, And tell the story - Saved by grace. * * * C.M. 1 TALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face; 'Tis all I wish to seek; To attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee only speak. 5 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. _________________________________________________________________ This document (last modified July 18, 1995) from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library server, at Wheaton College TAKE MY LIFE, AND LET IT BE - by Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Public Domain Take my life and let it be, Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move, At the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet, and let them be, Swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing, Always, only, for my King. Take my lips, and let them be, Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver, and my gold, Not a mite would I withold. Take my intellect, and use Ev'ry pow'r as Thou shalt choose. Take my will, and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine. Take my heart, it is Thine own; It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love; my Lord I pour At Thy feet its treasure store. Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee. Amen 'TIS SO SWEET TO TRUST IN JESUS - by Louisa M. R. Stead, c. 1850-1917 Public Domain 'Tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, "Thus saith the Lord." O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me 'Neath the healing, cleansing flood! Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more! Amen. WE GATHER TOGETHER - Netherlands folk hymn, translated by Theodore Baker (1851-1934) - Public Domain We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, Sing praises to His name: He forgets not his own. Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining, Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine; So from the beginning the fight we were winning; Thou, Lord, wast at our side, All glory be Thine! We all do extol Thee, Thou leader triumphant, And pray that Thou still our defender wilt be. Let thy congregation escape tribulation; Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free! <>< The usual music for this poem is the hymn tune KREMSER, arranged by Edward Kremser (1834-1914) from the folk tune "Nederlander Gedenckelanck," (1626). A MIDI music file of KREMSER, sequenced by Bill McGinnis, can be downloaded at http://www.patriot.net/users/bmcgin/kremser.mid. WERE YOU THERE? - Traditional American Spiritual, Words & Music Public Domain Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS - by Joseph Scriven, 1855 - Public Domain What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear. Just because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Are we weak and heavy-laden, Cumbered with a load of care? Precious Saviour, still our refuge; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In His arms He'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. Amen. WHAT CHILD IS THIS? - by William C. Dix, 1837-1898 - Public Domain What Child is this, who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian fear, fear; for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king, to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary. WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS - by Isaac Watts, 1707 Public Domain When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Amen. NOTES: Please don't let the unfamiliar phrasing cause you to miss the power of this hymn. It is well worth spending the time to get the meaning clearly. This poem has been called the "greatest hymn ever written in the English language." Isaac Watts revolutionized public worship in his time, and this is his crowning achievement. WHEN JESUS COMES INTO YOUR HEART - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain When Jesus comes into your heart, What a wonderful joy you will find! Your burdens He bears, Your sorrows He shares, He comforts your soul and your mind. Chorus: When Jesus, when Jesus, When Jesus comes into your heart. When Jesus, when Jesus, When Jesus comes into your heart. When Jesus comes into your heart, All your doubt and despair will be gone! He leads you to see The way you should be, He shows you the path to go on. Chorus: I want my dear Savior to be Together forever with me. I want Him to stay And show me the way From here to eternity. Chorus: WONDERFUL PEACE - by W. D. Cornell, 19th century - Public Domain Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm; In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls O'er my soul like an infinite calm. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. What a treasure I have in the wonderful peace, Buried deep in the heart of my soul, So secure that no power can mine it away While the years of eternity roll. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace, Resting sweetly in Jesus' control, For I'm kept from all danger by night and by day, And His glory is flooding my soul. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. And me-thinks when I rise to that City of peace, Where the Author of peace I shall see, That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing In that heavenly kingdom shall be: Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. Ah! soul, are you here without comfort or rest, Marching down the rough pathways of time? Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark, Oh accept this sweet peace so sublime. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. ------------------------------------------------------