My faith looks up to Thee,Thou Lamb of Calvary,Saviour divine!Now hear me while I pray,Take all my guilt away,O, let me from this dayBe wholly Thine.May Thy rich grace impartStrength to my fainting heart,My zeal inspire;As Thou hast died for me,O, may my love to TheePure, warm, and changeless be,A living fire.When ends life's transient dream,When death's cold, sullen streamShall o'er me roll,Blest Saviour, then, in love,Fear and distrust remove;O, bear me safe above,A ransomed soul.
My faith looks up to Thee,Thou Lamb of Calvary,Saviour divine!Now hear me while I pray,Take all my guilt away,O, let me from this dayBe wholly Thine.
May Thy rich grace impartStrength to my fainting heart,My zeal inspire;As Thou hast died for me,O, may my love to TheePure, warm, and changeless be,A living fire.
When ends life's transient dream,When death's cold, sullen streamShall o'er me roll,Blest Saviour, then, in love,Fear and distrust remove;O, bear me safe above,A ransomed soul.
My days are gliding swiftly by,And I, a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they fly,Those hours of toil and danger.
My days are gliding swiftly by,And I, a pilgrim stranger,Would not detain them as they fly,Those hours of toil and danger.
Chorus
For, O we stand on Jordan's strand,Our friends are passing over;And, just before, the shining shoreWe may almost discover!We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our heavenly home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,"Let every lamp be burning."Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest nought can molest,Where golden harps are ringing.Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,Each cord on earth to sever;Our King says, "Come!" and there's our home,Forever, O forever.
For, O we stand on Jordan's strand,Our friends are passing over;And, just before, the shining shoreWe may almost discover!
We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,Our heavenly home discerning;Our absent Lord has left us word,"Let every lamp be burning."
Should coming days be cold and dark,We need not cease our singing;That perfect rest nought can molest,Where golden harps are ringing.
Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,Each cord on earth to sever;Our King says, "Come!" and there's our home,Forever, O forever.
O tender and sweet was the Master's voiceAs he lovingly call'd to me,"Come over the line, it is only a step—I am waiting my child, for thee."
O tender and sweet was the Master's voiceAs he lovingly call'd to me,"Come over the line, it is only a step—I am waiting my child, for thee."
Refrain
"Over the line," hear the sweet refrain,Angels are chanting the heavenly strain:"Over the line,"—Why should I remainWith a step between me and Jesus?But my sins are many, my faith is small,Lo! the answer came quick and clear;"Thou needest not trust in thyself at all,Step over the line, I am here."But my flesh is weak, I tearfully said,And the way I cannot see;I fear if I try I may sadly fail,And thus may dishonor Thee.Ah, the world is cold, and I cannot go backPress forward I surely must;I will place my hand in his wounded palmStep over the line, and trust.
"Over the line," hear the sweet refrain,Angels are chanting the heavenly strain:"Over the line,"—Why should I remainWith a step between me and Jesus?
But my sins are many, my faith is small,Lo! the answer came quick and clear;"Thou needest not trust in thyself at all,Step over the line, I am here."
But my flesh is weak, I tearfully said,And the way I cannot see;I fear if I try I may sadly fail,And thus may dishonor Thee.
Ah, the world is cold, and I cannot go backPress forward I surely must;I will place my hand in his wounded palmStep over the line, and trust.
O could I speak the matchless worth,O could I sound the glories forth,Which in my Saviour shine,I'd soar, and touch the heav'nly strings,And vie with Gabriel while he sings,In notes almost divine.I'd sing the precious blood He spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin and wrath divine;I'd sing His glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect, heavenly dressMy soul shall ever shine.I'd sing the characters He bears,And all the forms of love He wears,Exalted on His throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all His glories known.Well, the delightful day will comeWhen my dear Lord will bring me home,And I shall see His face;Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,A blest eternity I'll spend,Triumphant in His grace.
O could I speak the matchless worth,O could I sound the glories forth,Which in my Saviour shine,I'd soar, and touch the heav'nly strings,And vie with Gabriel while he sings,In notes almost divine.
I'd sing the precious blood He spilt,My ransom from the dreadful guiltOf sin and wrath divine;I'd sing His glorious righteousness,In which all-perfect, heavenly dressMy soul shall ever shine.
I'd sing the characters He bears,And all the forms of love He wears,Exalted on His throne;In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,I would to everlasting daysMake all His glories known.
Well, the delightful day will comeWhen my dear Lord will bring me home,And I shall see His face;Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,A blest eternity I'll spend,Triumphant in His grace.
O God, beneath Thy guiding hand,Our exiled fathers cross'd the sea;And when they trod the wintry strand,With pray'r and psalm they worshipp'd Thee.Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:Thy blessing came and still its powerShall onward through all ages bearThe memory of that holy hour.Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in GodCame with those exiles o'er the waves;And where their pilgrim feet have trod,The God they trusted guards their graves.And here Thy name, O God of love,Their children's children shall adoreTill these eternal hills removeAnd spring adorns the earth no more.
O God, beneath Thy guiding hand,Our exiled fathers cross'd the sea;And when they trod the wintry strand,With pray'r and psalm they worshipp'd Thee.
Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:Thy blessing came and still its powerShall onward through all ages bearThe memory of that holy hour.
Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in GodCame with those exiles o'er the waves;And where their pilgrim feet have trod,The God they trusted guards their graves.
And here Thy name, O God of love,Their children's children shall adoreTill these eternal hills removeAnd spring adorns the earth no more.
My country, 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrim's pride,From every mountain sideLet freedom ring.My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrillsLike that above.Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom's song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathe partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.Our fathers' God to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom's holy light;Protect us with Thy might,Great God our King.
My country, 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrim's pride,From every mountain sideLet freedom ring.
My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrillsLike that above.
Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom's song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathe partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom's holy light;Protect us with Thy might,Great God our King.
In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers 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 beamingLight and love upon my way,From the cross the radiance streaming,Add more 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.
In the cross of Christ I glory,Towering o'er the wrecks of time;All the light of sacred storyGathers 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 beamingLight and love upon my way,From the cross the radiance streaming,Add more 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.
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,Pilgrim thro' this barren land;I am weak, but Thou art mighty;Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand;Bread of heaven,Feed me till I want no more.Open now the crystal fountainWhence the healing waters flow;Let the fiery, cloudy pillarLead me all my journey through;Strong Deliverer,Be Thou still my strength and shield.When I tread the verge of Jordan,Bid my anxious fears subside;Bear me through the swelling current,Land me safe on Canaan's side;Songs of praisesI will ever give to Thee.
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,Pilgrim thro' this barren land;I am weak, but Thou art mighty;Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand;Bread of heaven,Feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountainWhence the healing waters flow;Let the fiery, cloudy pillarLead me all my journey through;Strong Deliverer,Be Thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,Bid my anxious fears subside;Bear me through the swelling current,Land me safe on Canaan's side;Songs of praisesI will ever give to Thee.
Sinners Jesus will receive;Sound this word of grace to allWho the heav'nly pathway leave,All who linger, all who fall.
Sinners Jesus will receive;Sound this word of grace to allWho the heav'nly pathway leave,All who linger, all who fall.
Chorus
Sing it o'er and o'er again:Christ receiveth sinful men;Make the message clear and plain:Christ receiveth sinful men.Come, and He will give you rest;Trust Him, for His word is plain;He will take the sinfulest;Christ receiveth sinful men.Christ receiveth sinful men,Even me with all my sin;Purged from ev'ry spot and stain,Heav'n with Him I enter in.
Sing it o'er and o'er again:Christ receiveth sinful men;Make the message clear and plain:Christ receiveth sinful men.
Come, and He will give you rest;Trust Him, for His word is plain;He will take the sinfulest;Christ receiveth sinful men.
Christ receiveth sinful men,Even me with all my sin;Purged from ev'ry spot and stain,Heav'n with Him I enter in.
Some day the silver cord will break,And I no more as now shall sing;But, O, the joy when I shall wakeWithin the palace of the King!And I shall see Him face to face,And tell the story—Saved by grace.Some day my earthly house will fall,I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,But this I know—my All in AllHas now a place in heaven for me.Some day; till then I'll watch and wait,My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,That when my Saviour ope's the gate.My soul to Him may take its flight.
Some day the silver cord will break,And I no more as now shall sing;But, O, the joy when I shall wakeWithin the palace of the King!
And I shall see Him face to face,And tell the story—Saved by grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall,I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,But this I know—my All in AllHas now a place in heaven for me.
Some day; till then I'll watch and wait,My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,That when my Saviour ope's the gate.My soul to Him may take its flight.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;His truth is marching on.I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps;His day is marching on.I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal";Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;Since God is marching on.He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat,He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!Our God is marching on.In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,While God is marching on.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps;His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal";Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat,He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,While God is marching on.