Be careful to follow where he leads the way;Let nothing entice from his footsteps to stray.May he keep you from falling and lead you safe throughTo the home and the friends you are bidding adieu.
Be careful to follow where he leads the way;
Let nothing entice from his footsteps to stray.
May he keep you from falling and lead you safe through
To the home and the friends you are bidding adieu.
Good morning, you said, as you left for your bride,For the one in whom you so truly confide.Good morning, my son, Heaven’s blessings attend,As you take a companion, a dear, chosen friend.
Good morning, you said, as you left for your bride,
For the one in whom you so truly confide.
Good morning, my son, Heaven’s blessings attend,
As you take a companion, a dear, chosen friend.
I’m happy in thinking you’ll bring home a wifeTo take the direction in things of this life,May her interest and aim be all one with us here,And she be to mother a daughter most dear.
I’m happy in thinking you’ll bring home a wife
To take the direction in things of this life,
May her interest and aim be all one with us here,
And she be to mother a daughter most dear.
The sister, the daughter, and wife, all combine;The home of her childhood she too must resign.Though former companions may not be forgot,New duties, new trials will fall to her lot.
The sister, the daughter, and wife, all combine;
The home of her childhood she too must resign.
Though former companions may not be forgot,
New duties, new trials will fall to her lot.
Be true and affectionate, always the same;One in heart as you now are to be one in name,Wherever she is, be it your joy to come;While each can say truly, “There’s no place like home.”
Be true and affectionate, always the same;
One in heart as you now are to be one in name,
Wherever she is, be it your joy to come;
While each can say truly, “There’s no place like home.”
You’ve doubtless informed her you intended your motherWould have a home with you, and also your brother,That she unexpectedly might not find these,To add to her household, to care for and please.
You’ve doubtless informed her you intended your mother
Would have a home with you, and also your brother,
That she unexpectedly might not find these,
To add to her household, to care for and please.
You’ve been an affectionate, dutiful son;Everything in your power, for my comfort you’ve done;You’ve said this attention you owed me through life—Oh! I’d be a rich blessing to your and your wife.
You’ve been an affectionate, dutiful son;
Everything in your power, for my comfort you’ve done;
You’ve said this attention you owed me through life—
Oh! I’d be a rich blessing to your and your wife.
Should I be a burden still greater to bear,The daughter and wife in the trial must share.Think then of my age, over seventy years,And bear with me though I cause sorrow and tears.
Should I be a burden still greater to bear,
The daughter and wife in the trial must share.
Think then of my age, over seventy years,
And bear with me though I cause sorrow and tears.
Though fretful, impatient, not suited at all,And you think it best not to mind every call,Remember past seasons, my kindness, and knowI would have you as blest as one could be below.
Though fretful, impatient, not suited at all,
And you think it best not to mind every call,
Remember past seasons, my kindness, and know
I would have you as blest as one could be below.
And in the new earth when all trials are o’er,I would be with you there to have life evermore.An unbroken band may we all there appear,The father, the mother, the children so dear.
And in the new earth when all trials are o’er,
I would be with you there to have life evermore.
An unbroken band may we all there appear,
The father, the mother, the children so dear.
We should there know each other, and all we’ve been through,While Annie would greet her dear brothers anewAnd Harriet and Frances[2]would help swell the song,Of Heaven’s free grace, with the numerous throng.
We should there know each other, and all we’ve been through,
While Annie would greet her dear brothers anew
And Harriet and Frances[2]would help swell the song,
Of Heaven’s free grace, with the numerous throng.
My dearest Samuel, through life’s scenesI’d thought to live with thee,But providentially a change,Has taken you from me;Dear child you need not fear for me.
My dearest Samuel, through life’s scenes
I’d thought to live with thee,
But providentially a change,
Has taken you from me;
Dear child you need not fear for me.
Those kind words, “Mother, live with me,”As then are now the same;Unshaken is my confidence,That you are just the same,To-day, the very, very same.
Those kind words, “Mother, live with me,”
As then are now the same;
Unshaken is my confidence,
That you are just the same,
To-day, the very, very same.
Oh! how my heart goes after thee,My dear, loved, cherished son,Your father’s name and image bear,As does no other one;I see the once-loved in my son.
Oh! how my heart goes after thee,
My dear, loved, cherished son,
Your father’s name and image bear,
As does no other one;
I see the once-loved in my son.
I see thee oft in fancy’s view,And love to see thee so;I’m happy that to your new home,I’m wholly free to go;My son to your home I can go.
I see thee oft in fancy’s view,
And love to see thee so;
I’m happy that to your new home,
I’m wholly free to go;
My son to your home I can go.
It is my choice; I would be here,I love to be alone,I love this quiet solitude,I love the wild wind’s moan;My child, I would be here alone.
It is my choice; I would be here,
I love to be alone,
I love this quiet solitude,
I love the wild wind’s moan;
My child, I would be here alone.
Yet not alone, another sonIs with me all the while.Though frail in health, he cares for me,And greets me with a smile;He does my lonely hours beguile.
Yet not alone, another son
Is with me all the while.
Though frail in health, he cares for me,
And greets me with a smile;
He does my lonely hours beguile.
Another too, though far away,Away now at the West—With three kind sons to care for me,Most signally I’m blest;Be Heaven our place of final rest.
Another too, though far away,
Away now at the West—
With three kind sons to care for me,
Most signally I’m blest;
Be Heaven our place of final rest.
The husband and the daughter sleep;Thus friends are parted here,But they in joy will live again,When Jesus shall appear,To dry each Christian mourner’s tear.
The husband and the daughter sleep;
Thus friends are parted here,
But they in joy will live again,
When Jesus shall appear,
To dry each Christian mourner’s tear.
February, 1865.
February, 1865.
[2]Daughters-in-law.
[2]Daughters-in-law.
Written on the death of Annie R. Smith.
Let Annie sleep; her rest is with the dead;All sorrow past, her last sad tear is shed;Why call to mind the sufferings here she bore,When now with her they are forever o’er?
Let Annie sleep; her rest is with the dead;
All sorrow past, her last sad tear is shed;
Why call to mind the sufferings here she bore,
When now with her they are forever o’er?
Why ope the wound—that wound so deeply given,When from the parent tree this branch was riven?Oh! spare thy tears, wake not the fount of grief;No human power can aid or give relief.
Why ope the wound—that wound so deeply given,
When from the parent tree this branch was riven?
Oh! spare thy tears, wake not the fount of grief;
No human power can aid or give relief.
She died in hope of living evermoreWith those she loved, when Time’s last scene is o’er.When Jesus comes, we trust there’ll be a placePrepared for her with all the ransomed race.
She died in hope of living evermore
With those she loved, when Time’s last scene is o’er.
When Jesus comes, we trust there’ll be a place
Prepared for her with all the ransomed race.
Shall we then see her in immortal bloom,Risen triumphant from the silent tomb?Shall we there meet her all in bright array,And spend in Heaven with her an endless day?
Shall we then see her in immortal bloom,
Risen triumphant from the silent tomb?
Shall we there meet her all in bright array,
And spend in Heaven with her an endless day?
Shall we behold the glorious city fair,And by the King of kings be welcomed there?To eat with her the fruit of earth made new,And give to Jesus praise and glory due?
Shall we behold the glorious city fair,
And by the King of kings be welcomed there?
To eat with her the fruit of earth made new,
And give to Jesus praise and glory due?
Oh, ’tis enough! Let earthly sorrow cease,While Jesus says in him we shall have peace.That God in us may his designs fulfill,We’ll meekly suffer all his holy will.
Oh, ’tis enough! Let earthly sorrow cease,
While Jesus says in him we shall have peace.
That God in us may his designs fulfill,
We’ll meekly suffer all his holy will.
BY ANNIE R. SMITH.
My lot has been to roamFar from the cheering light of home,Mid scenes of commotion, turmoil and strife,Temptation and snares that beset this life.Oh! yonder I see a beacon light gleaming,O’er the dark wave its lustre is beaming,Dear mother! as the light to the mariner lost,So thou to the bark on the billow tossed.
My lot has been to roam
Far from the cheering light of home,
Mid scenes of commotion, turmoil and strife,
Temptation and snares that beset this life.
Oh! yonder I see a beacon light gleaming,
O’er the dark wave its lustre is beaming,
Dear mother! as the light to the mariner lost,
So thou to the bark on the billow tossed.
My lot has been to meetThe bitter mixed with transient sweet;To struggle on, in toil and care,The tide of adverse fate to bear.Oh! yonder I see a tender vine, twiningAround a tree, its tendrils are shining;Dear mother! as the vine twines around the tree,So from life’s rude blasts I cling to thee.
My lot has been to meet
The bitter mixed with transient sweet;
To struggle on, in toil and care,
The tide of adverse fate to bear.
Oh! yonder I see a tender vine, twining
Around a tree, its tendrils are shining;
Dear mother! as the vine twines around the tree,
So from life’s rude blasts I cling to thee.
My lot has been to feelDark shadows o’er my spirit steal;From slanderous tongues, and envy’s wiles,Deceit that lurked ’neath wreathing smiles.Oh! yonder I see the floweret’s hue;Reviving ’neath the pearly dew.Dear mother! as the dew to the drooping flower,So thou to me in sorrow’s dark hour.
My lot has been to feel
Dark shadows o’er my spirit steal;
From slanderous tongues, and envy’s wiles,
Deceit that lurked ’neath wreathing smiles.
Oh! yonder I see the floweret’s hue;
Reviving ’neath the pearly dew.
Dear mother! as the dew to the drooping flower,
So thou to me in sorrow’s dark hour.
My lot has been to learnOf friendship false, that bright will burnWhen fortune spreads her wing of light,But fades away when cometh night.Oh! yonder I see a bright star sparkling,While all around lies cold and darkling.Dear mother! as the star thou art in weal or wo,The darker the night, the brighter the glow.
My lot has been to learn
Of friendship false, that bright will burn
When fortune spreads her wing of light,
But fades away when cometh night.
Oh! yonder I see a bright star sparkling,
While all around lies cold and darkling.
Dear mother! as the star thou art in weal or wo,
The darker the night, the brighter the glow.
My lot has been to poreLearning’s classic pages o’er;Seeking for hidden pearls to wear,Fame’s golden wreath, the victors bear.Oh! yonder I see a lone bird flying,Seeking her nest with voice of sighing.Dear mother! as the wearied bird her downy nest,So seek I thee, for quiet rest.
My lot has been to pore
Learning’s classic pages o’er;
Seeking for hidden pearls to wear,
Fame’s golden wreath, the victors bear.
Oh! yonder I see a lone bird flying,
Seeking her nest with voice of sighing.
Dear mother! as the wearied bird her downy nest,
So seek I thee, for quiet rest.
My lot is now to treadA troubled path whence light hath fled;But ne’er do I thy words forget,Or smiles of love from thee I’ve met.I think of thee in morning’s beaming light,In burning noon and shadowy night.Dear mother! mid all my thoughtless wanderings wild,Still clings to thee thy devoted child.
My lot is now to tread
A troubled path whence light hath fled;
But ne’er do I thy words forget,
Or smiles of love from thee I’ve met.
I think of thee in morning’s beaming light,
In burning noon and shadowy night.
Dear mother! mid all my thoughtless wanderings wild,
Still clings to thee thy devoted child.
Whate’er my future lot may be,On life’s tempestuous trackless sea,Oh, may I never, where’er I roam,Forget the cheering light of home,That blessed light to the wanderer given,To guide the way that leads to Heaven.Dear mother! to thee may I cling till life is o’er,And united above—we part nevermore.
Whate’er my future lot may be,
On life’s tempestuous trackless sea,
Oh, may I never, where’er I roam,
Forget the cheering light of home,
That blessed light to the wanderer given,
To guide the way that leads to Heaven.
Dear mother! to thee may I cling till life is o’er,
And united above—we part nevermore.
Dear Annie:
What though thy lot has been to bearMuch adverse fate, ’mid toil and care,Raised expectations crushed and dead,And hope’s triumphant visions fled?
What though thy lot has been to bear
Much adverse fate, ’mid toil and care,
Raised expectations crushed and dead,
And hope’s triumphant visions fled?
Dost thou not feel a mightier power,A hand divine in this dark hour?Does not thy heart begin to feelThe claims of Him who wounds to heal?
Dost thou not feel a mightier power,
A hand divine in this dark hour?
Does not thy heart begin to feel
The claims of Him who wounds to heal?
’Tis true, my child, misfortune’s blastBut breaks the rock whence gems are cast;The polished steel and marble white,Was once as rough and dark as night.
’Tis true, my child, misfortune’s blast
But breaks the rock whence gems are cast;
The polished steel and marble white,
Was once as rough and dark as night.
As purest gold and clearest glassMust through the hottest furnace pass,So oft repeated strokes are given,To form and fit a soul for Heaven.
As purest gold and clearest glass
Must through the hottest furnace pass,
So oft repeated strokes are given,
To form and fit a soul for Heaven.
What though you’ve learned of envy’s wiles,The slanderous tongue, which oft beguiles?The sweetest fruit on bush and trees,Is culled and plucked by birds and bees.
What though you’ve learned of envy’s wiles,
The slanderous tongue, which oft beguiles?
The sweetest fruit on bush and trees,
Is culled and plucked by birds and bees.
Although you’ve traced the landscape fair,And sought for knowledge rich and rare,Gone to the depth of hidden ore,That richest mine you might explore,
Although you’ve traced the landscape fair,
And sought for knowledge rich and rare,
Gone to the depth of hidden ore,
That richest mine you might explore,
Lines “To my Mother,” more I prizeThan all the paintings ’neath the skies;And they will ever bring to me,Dear child, sweet memories of thee.
Lines “To my Mother,” more I prize
Than all the paintings ’neath the skies;
And they will ever bring to me,
Dear child, sweet memories of thee.
Although I prize the painter’s art,Yet more th’ effusions of the heart;Kind feelings, sympathy and love,All arts and wealth I prize above.
Although I prize the painter’s art,
Yet more th’ effusions of the heart;
Kind feelings, sympathy and love,
All arts and wealth I prize above.
Since then these trials but refine,Bring out deep caverns’ hidden mine,Resign all to that power on high,Till sufferings cease and sorrows die.
Since then these trials but refine,
Bring out deep caverns’ hidden mine,
Resign all to that power on high,
Till sufferings cease and sorrows die.
To a mother whose son enlisted in the army.
For a mother to part, for the war, with a son,Whose kindness and love her affections have won,Cannot but excite deep emotions of grief,And in tears the torn bosom will seek for relief.
For a mother to part, for the war, with a son,
Whose kindness and love her affections have won,
Cannot but excite deep emotions of grief,
And in tears the torn bosom will seek for relief.
Commend, in submission, this loved son to Heaven,And thank Him who gave, that to you he was given;That he leaves here a circle of associates dear,Who his memory and name will delight to revere.
Commend, in submission, this loved son to Heaven,
And thank Him who gave, that to you he was given;
That he leaves here a circle of associates dear,
Who his memory and name will delight to revere.
In the family circle his place will be missed,And some may regret that he felt to enlist,While others look forward, still hoping to seeHim back in the choir, where his place used to be.
In the family circle his place will be missed,
And some may regret that he felt to enlist,
While others look forward, still hoping to see
Him back in the choir, where his place used to be.
If God has a work for him still here to do,His eye will be on him to bring him safe through.He will suffer no harm to befall him while there;As a man spares his own son, so God will him spare.
If God has a work for him still here to do,
His eye will be on him to bring him safe through.
He will suffer no harm to befall him while there;
As a man spares his own son, so God will him spare.
But nought of the future to us is revealed;His destiny and ours is most wisely concealed;’Tis for us to submit; be our lot what it may,And all the requirements of Heaven obey.
But nought of the future to us is revealed;
His destiny and ours is most wisely concealed;
’Tis for us to submit; be our lot what it may,
And all the requirements of Heaven obey.
Read at a gathering of the oldest people of Wilton, at Miss Sarah Livermore’s, November, 1870.
Now far advanced in life we’re here,To visit one long held most dear;Though we have all been young and gay,Time’s rolling years have worked decay.
Now far advanced in life we’re here,
To visit one long held most dear;
Though we have all been young and gay,
Time’s rolling years have worked decay.
Though lingering here on earth’s broad shore,Life’s journey must be nearly o’er;And may this friendly, gathering call,A blessing prove to one and all.
Though lingering here on earth’s broad shore,
Life’s journey must be nearly o’er;
And may this friendly, gathering call,
A blessing prove to one and all.
Convened here, then, be this our aim,To make each other glad we came;In union these rich blessings share,And say, ’Twas good that we were there.
Convened here, then, be this our aim,
To make each other glad we came;
In union these rich blessings share,
And say, ’Twas good that we were there.
Refreshed, we’d patiently pursueThis last part of our journey through.On those who entertain these guests,Would ask that they be doubly blest.
Refreshed, we’d patiently pursue
This last part of our journey through.
On those who entertain these guests,
Would ask that they be doubly blest.
We would not fail while here to seeAll we’re required to do and be.Would advocate and teach the right,Still hastening toward perfection’s hight.
We would not fail while here to see
All we’re required to do and be.
Would advocate and teach the right,
Still hastening toward perfection’s hight.
Earth’s pleasures then will be increasedBy this delightful, social feast,And we prepared to meet in Heaven,Where joys eternal will be given.
Earth’s pleasures then will be increased
By this delightful, social feast,
And we prepared to meet in Heaven,
Where joys eternal will be given.
On the death of my husband, Samuel Smith.
Gone is my husband, no more shall I seeThat kind look of love as he smiled upon me.I cherished and loved him; and who can tellMy anguish while on his departure I dwell?Long I have been with him, in sickness and health,Shared in his losses, and enjoyed with him wealth;He lives in my memory, lives in my heart,His virtues are printed there, ne’er to depart.
Gone is my husband, no more shall I see
That kind look of love as he smiled upon me.
I cherished and loved him; and who can tell
My anguish while on his departure I dwell?
Long I have been with him, in sickness and health,
Shared in his losses, and enjoyed with him wealth;
He lives in my memory, lives in my heart,
His virtues are printed there, ne’er to depart.
Fast were we joined by the tenderest ties,And lonely I mourn o’er the grave where he lies.I hear not his steps, but the lone place I see,Where oft his kind words have been spoken to me.I miss him while gather the shadows of night;I miss him when dawns the fair morning light.I miss him—but where are the words to expressThe depth of my grief in such loneliness.
Fast were we joined by the tenderest ties,
And lonely I mourn o’er the grave where he lies.
I hear not his steps, but the lone place I see,
Where oft his kind words have been spoken to me.
I miss him while gather the shadows of night;
I miss him when dawns the fair morning light.
I miss him—but where are the words to express
The depth of my grief in such loneliness.
I smile when I’m sad, and seem joyful in grief;When alone bitter tears are my only relief;Bruised now is the heart by the blow that has come,Dark now the dear spot, once so bright as my home.Though wealth were my portion, and splendor surround,More empty ’twould seem while the loved was not found.With him I’d be blest, though earth’s treasures were few,And trouble should prove my affection more true.
I smile when I’m sad, and seem joyful in grief;
When alone bitter tears are my only relief;
Bruised now is the heart by the blow that has come,
Dark now the dear spot, once so bright as my home.
Though wealth were my portion, and splendor surround,
More empty ’twould seem while the loved was not found.
With him I’d be blest, though earth’s treasures were few,
And trouble should prove my affection more true.
Oft I imagine each member is here,Those pledges of love and affection so dear,I view the loved circle, but ah! there’s a space—’Tis vacant, and nought can to me fill the place.But those left behind, his dear image reveal,Who only affection and sympathy feel;Their kindness I know, the returns of their love,And ask for them blessings that come from above.
Oft I imagine each member is here,
Those pledges of love and affection so dear,
I view the loved circle, but ah! there’s a space—
’Tis vacant, and nought can to me fill the place.
But those left behind, his dear image reveal,
Who only affection and sympathy feel;
Their kindness I know, the returns of their love,
And ask for them blessings that come from above.
But he’s gone to the grave, where, free from all care,He knows not the grief which for him I now bear.There rest till our Saviour shall bid thee arise;Then may we immortal ascend to the skies.With this hope I can triumph o’er earth’s deepest gloom,The dearest and loveliest can yield to the tomb;When bowed in submission, my Saviour appears,Bids me trust in his word, and refrain from my tears.
But he’s gone to the grave, where, free from all care,
He knows not the grief which for him I now bear.
There rest till our Saviour shall bid thee arise;
Then may we immortal ascend to the skies.
With this hope I can triumph o’er earth’s deepest gloom,
The dearest and loveliest can yield to the tomb;
When bowed in submission, my Saviour appears,
Bids me trust in his word, and refrain from my tears.
Lone Pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh—Look up! redemption draweth nigh.Have loved ones gone, does earth look drear?Look up! shed not that bitter tear.
Lone Pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh—
Look up! redemption draweth nigh.
Have loved ones gone, does earth look drear?
Look up! shed not that bitter tear.
What though the heart is saddened now,And shadows gather on thy brow,And grief the bosom heaving still—Look up! submit to Heaven’s own will.
What though the heart is saddened now,
And shadows gather on thy brow,
And grief the bosom heaving still—
Look up! submit to Heaven’s own will.
Do trials, unexpected, rise?Look up! and view the glorious prize;Let not life’s sorrows press you down—Look up! prepare to take the crown.
Do trials, unexpected, rise?
Look up! and view the glorious prize;
Let not life’s sorrows press you down—
Look up! prepare to take the crown.
Lift up your head, rejoice and sing—Look up! by faith behold your King.He soon is coming, heed his call—Look up! and make your God your all.
Lift up your head, rejoice and sing—
Look up! by faith behold your King.
He soon is coming, heed his call—
Look up! and make your God your all.
He’ll come, all troubles here to end,He’ll come, a never-failing friend,He’ll come to take his children home—Look up! and pray, Lord, quickly come.
He’ll come, all troubles here to end,
He’ll come, a never-failing friend,
He’ll come to take his children home—
Look up! and pray, Lord, quickly come.
How fiercely does the conflict rage within,While striving to subdue some cherished sin;What shall be done? The idol is most dear,And often is the victim vanquished here.
How fiercely does the conflict rage within,
While striving to subdue some cherished sin;
What shall be done? The idol is most dear,
And often is the victim vanquished here.
Though trivial it may seem, sin’s poisonous dartWill sting the conscience and will wound the heart,Destroy the peace and condemnation bring,And drive us from the shelter of His wing.
Though trivial it may seem, sin’s poisonous dart
Will sting the conscience and will wound the heart,
Destroy the peace and condemnation bring,
And drive us from the shelter of His wing.
In view of this, who dare a sin commit?Our cherished idols we must all submit;As one small leak the largest ship will sink,So one dear sin, will lead to ruin’s brink.
In view of this, who dare a sin commit?
Our cherished idols we must all submit;
As one small leak the largest ship will sink,
So one dear sin, will lead to ruin’s brink.
While love for sin in any form remains,Though not committed, we are still in chains;Sins must be broken off by righteousness,And then will God deliver, own and bless.
While love for sin in any form remains,
Though not committed, we are still in chains;
Sins must be broken off by righteousness,
And then will God deliver, own and bless.
No condemnation then—all peace within,Untrammeled freedom from the love of sin;Oh! blessed freedom! nought can then controlThe heavenward flight and rapture of the soul.
No condemnation then—all peace within,
Untrammeled freedom from the love of sin;
Oh! blessed freedom! nought can then control
The heavenward flight and rapture of the soul.
Will you come in with the pilgrims, though a remnant they may be,And know the blessed privilege of gospel liberty?Will you take the name of Christ, and be redeemed by sovereign grace,And find in him from every storm a sure, safe hiding-place?
Will you come in with the pilgrims, though a remnant they may be,
And know the blessed privilege of gospel liberty?
Will you take the name of Christ, and be redeemed by sovereign grace,
And find in him from every storm a sure, safe hiding-place?
Will you part with earth’s delusive joys, with all its vain delights,And “bear the consecrated cross,” to have the Christian’s rights?They have a right to call on God; and he’s vouchsafed his aid.The ancients said, We’ll trust in thee, nor ever be dismayed.
Will you part with earth’s delusive joys, with all its vain delights,
And “bear the consecrated cross,” to have the Christian’s rights?
They have a right to call on God; and he’s vouchsafed his aid.
The ancients said, We’ll trust in thee, nor ever be dismayed.
They said, ’Tis nothing, Lord, with thee, with many or with few,To put a mighty host to flight, and all our foes subdue.Will you go against the multitude, in his own strength and name?He fought their battles and he’s still unchangeably the same.
They said, ’Tis nothing, Lord, with thee, with many or with few,
To put a mighty host to flight, and all our foes subdue.
Will you go against the multitude, in his own strength and name?
He fought their battles and he’s still unchangeably the same.
Their hope’s an anchor to the soul, both sure and steadfast too,And buoys their spirits up in all the conflicts they go through.Will you have this hope to cheer you, to an unfading crown—A crown that far outshines this world, with all its grand renown?
Their hope’s an anchor to the soul, both sure and steadfast too,
And buoys their spirits up in all the conflicts they go through.
Will you have this hope to cheer you, to an unfading crown—
A crown that far outshines this world, with all its grand renown?
They’ve no abiding city here, but look for one to come,A glorious city all illumed, to be their final home.Oh! will you suffer sorrow here, and have a home in Heaven,A kingdom that will shortly be, to all the faithful given?
They’ve no abiding city here, but look for one to come,
A glorious city all illumed, to be their final home.
Oh! will you suffer sorrow here, and have a home in Heaven,
A kingdom that will shortly be, to all the faithful given?
If there’s rest for the weary, a home for the meek,Hope for the trembling and strength for the weak,Take courage, worn pilgrim, nor sink in despair,While braving the storms that but hasten us there.
If there’s rest for the weary, a home for the meek,
Hope for the trembling and strength for the weak,
Take courage, worn pilgrim, nor sink in despair,
While braving the storms that but hasten us there.
The waves and the billows will over us go,And waters most bitter will oft overflow.Our hearts with fierce conflicts and anguish be riven,But hope to the end; there’s salvation in Heaven.
The waves and the billows will over us go,
And waters most bitter will oft overflow.
Our hearts with fierce conflicts and anguish be riven,
But hope to the end; there’s salvation in Heaven.
Oh, who will endure the last searching test,With Abrah’m and Isaac and Jacob be blestIn the kingdom of God? and who will be lost,To find when too late, what earth’s pleasures have cost?
Oh, who will endure the last searching test,
With Abrah’m and Isaac and Jacob be blest
In the kingdom of God? and who will be lost,
To find when too late, what earth’s pleasures have cost?
Shall we cling, then, to what Christ would have us give up?Oh, no! grieve him not, and he with us will sup.He’ll shelter us here in the last coming strife,And give us to drink of the water of life.
Shall we cling, then, to what Christ would have us give up?
Oh, no! grieve him not, and he with us will sup.
He’ll shelter us here in the last coming strife,
And give us to drink of the water of life.
How blest to be ready and waiting to hearThe last trumpet sound, and see Jesus appear!Such then will rejoice that redemption has come,Be changed to his image, and received to their home.
How blest to be ready and waiting to hear
The last trumpet sound, and see Jesus appear!
Such then will rejoice that redemption has come,
Be changed to his image, and received to their home.
Rev. xii, 12.
As Satan has in wrath come down,To bring us ’neath our Maker’s frown,We must resist his course.He’ll bring beneath his dread controlThe doubting, disobedient soul,By his satanic force.
As Satan has in wrath come down,
To bring us ’neath our Maker’s frown,
We must resist his course.
He’ll bring beneath his dread control
The doubting, disobedient soul,
By his satanic force.
Where least expected his attack,To lead us to perdition back,And claim us as his own.Alarming are his wily arts,Most fearful, too, his fiery darts,When undiscovered thrown.
Where least expected his attack,
To lead us to perdition back,
And claim us as his own.
Alarming are his wily arts,
Most fearful, too, his fiery darts,
When undiscovered thrown.
Armed and equipped we must be sure,His fierce temptations to endure,His fatal snares to meet.’Tis easy going with the tide;In Jesus Christ we must abide,And be in him complete.
Armed and equipped we must be sure,
His fierce temptations to endure,
His fatal snares to meet.
’Tis easy going with the tide;
In Jesus Christ we must abide,
And be in him complete.
There’s no true consolation here,But to be holy in our sphere,From condemnation free.When all our foes within are slain,The tempter then comes but in vain,With Heaven he’ll ne’er agree.
There’s no true consolation here,
But to be holy in our sphere,
From condemnation free.
When all our foes within are slain,
The tempter then comes but in vain,
With Heaven he’ll ne’er agree.
The humble, merciful and just,In God who wholly put their trust,Shall find protection sure.Their fortress, shield and firm defense,Is naught less than Omnipotence,With strength given to endure.
The humble, merciful and just,
In God who wholly put their trust,
Shall find protection sure.
Their fortress, shield and firm defense,
Is naught less than Omnipotence,
With strength given to endure.
Those who in God securely stand,When thousands fall at their right hand,No plague will them come nigh;They’re safe ’neath Heaven’s sheltering wings,’Mid crash of worlds, all earthly things,Which will in ruin lie.
Those who in God securely stand,
When thousands fall at their right hand,
No plague will them come nigh;
They’re safe ’neath Heaven’s sheltering wings,
’Mid crash of worlds, all earthly things,
Which will in ruin lie.
Thus guarded here, when all is o’er,They’ll be with those who die no more,Forever safe in Heaven,Where all is union, peace and love,Made welcome to the courts above,Where life eternal’s given.
Thus guarded here, when all is o’er,
They’ll be with those who die no more,
Forever safe in Heaven,
Where all is union, peace and love,
Made welcome to the courts above,
Where life eternal’s given.
But we are here on dangerous ground;Some will be weighed and wanting found,Will from the truth depart,Will false, delusive spirits heed,And pride and arrogance will feed,And harden still the heart.
But we are here on dangerous ground;
Some will be weighed and wanting found,
Will from the truth depart,
Will false, delusive spirits heed,
And pride and arrogance will feed,
And harden still the heart.
When self, that mighty foe, prevailsTo conquer, every effort fails;Self will be gratified,E’en at the expense of present peace,Till conscience’ warning voice will cease,And self feel justified.
When self, that mighty foe, prevails
To conquer, every effort fails;
Self will be gratified,
E’en at the expense of present peace,
Till conscience’ warning voice will cease,
And self feel justified.
And some, in view of being lost,Will self indulge, whate’er the cost,Nor think to be forgiven.Their dearest idol bears such sway,So loved, their practice does but say,If one must go, ’tis Heaven.
And some, in view of being lost,
Will self indulge, whate’er the cost,
Nor think to be forgiven.
Their dearest idol bears such sway,
So loved, their practice does but say,
If one must go, ’tis Heaven.
A course deliberate thus pursued,Instead of having self subdued,Eternal life they’ll lose.They’ll bear the burden of their guilt,For which the blood of Christ was spilt,And go the way they choose.
A course deliberate thus pursued,
Instead of having self subdued,
Eternal life they’ll lose.
They’ll bear the burden of their guilt,
For which the blood of Christ was spilt,
And go the way they choose.
Justice will utter, Let them go,They’ve proved their final overthrow—Their day of grace is past.May those who’re not yet given o’er,Repent, ere closed is mercy’s door,And thus be saved at last.
Justice will utter, Let them go,
They’ve proved their final overthrow—
Their day of grace is past.
May those who’re not yet given o’er,
Repent, ere closed is mercy’s door,
And thus be saved at last.
Homeless was my blessed Saviour,Patient, too, mid all his grief;Why be downcast, sad, desponding,When he’ll freely give relief?
Homeless was my blessed Saviour,
Patient, too, mid all his grief;
Why be downcast, sad, desponding,
When he’ll freely give relief?
Oh, ’tis not that I am homeless,Nor that I am suffering pain;But my Saviour seems hid from me,And my hope does not sustain.
Oh, ’tis not that I am homeless,
Nor that I am suffering pain;
But my Saviour seems hid from me,
And my hope does not sustain.
I would daily have the witness,That my dear Redeemer lives;That he’s interceding for me,And my every blessing gives.
I would daily have the witness,
That my dear Redeemer lives;
That he’s interceding for me,
And my every blessing gives.
Live then for this blest approval,Not one sin allow a place;God commands us to be holy,While we run the Christian race.
Live then for this blest approval,
Not one sin allow a place;
God commands us to be holy,
While we run the Christian race.
He is holy who hath called you;So be ye, in word and deed;To enjoy the Saviour’s presence,We must to our ways take heed.
He is holy who hath called you;
So be ye, in word and deed;
To enjoy the Saviour’s presence,
We must to our ways take heed.
None can have this full salvation,While to one known sin a slave;Jesus came to free and pardon,And from sin his people save.
None can have this full salvation,
While to one known sin a slave;
Jesus came to free and pardon,
And from sin his people save.
Fearless then go forth to battle,Conquering sin through Christ the Lord;He’ll assist while we’re obedientTo the teachings of his word.
Fearless then go forth to battle,
Conquering sin through Christ the Lord;
He’ll assist while we’re obedient
To the teachings of his word.
Glorious conquests have been witnessed;God for ever is the same;We may all be strong and mighty,Through his great and holy name.
Glorious conquests have been witnessed;
God for ever is the same;
We may all be strong and mighty,
Through his great and holy name.
Stay not halting, be decided!With God’s people take your place,They who seek a home in HeavenAll must run the Christian race.
Stay not halting, be decided!
With God’s people take your place,
They who seek a home in Heaven
All must run the Christian race.
Though the Red Sea is before you,And the Egyptians in the rear,Venture forward, no retreating,Linger not a moment here.
Though the Red Sea is before you,
And the Egyptians in the rear,
Venture forward, no retreating,
Linger not a moment here.
If you go, you can but perish;Onward move where God can save.Hasten ere you’re with the wicked,Sinking ’neath the swelling wave.
If you go, you can but perish;
Onward move where God can save.
Hasten ere you’re with the wicked,
Sinking ’neath the swelling wave.
God here meets his trusting people,Makes a passage through the deep,He’ll display his power in savingThose who his commandments keep.
God here meets his trusting people,
Makes a passage through the deep,
He’ll display his power in saving
Those who his commandments keep.
Why this dark depth of grief and gloom, this anguish and despair?The unpardonable sin you mourn, is not yet yours to bear.Why thus disquieted, cast down? Hope thou in God; he’ll giveThe very blessing you most need; look up to him and live.
Why this dark depth of grief and gloom, this anguish and despair?
The unpardonable sin you mourn, is not yet yours to bear.
Why thus disquieted, cast down? Hope thou in God; he’ll give
The very blessing you most need; look up to him and live.
This crushing weight of heartfelt grief, this flow of sorrow’s tide,Will ere long bring the sad report, Of broken heart he died.God knows what has befallen you, knows why the sore event;Wait until he shall show you why this bitter cup was sent.
This crushing weight of heartfelt grief, this flow of sorrow’s tide,
Will ere long bring the sad report, Of broken heart he died.
God knows what has befallen you, knows why the sore event;
Wait until he shall show you why this bitter cup was sent.
Be at your post, where’er it be; the claims of life fulfill.Be no one act or motive wrong; heed Heaven’s own bidding still.Then let the hail sweep o’er your path, let storms in fury rise,God will in safety bring you through to mansions in the skies.
Be at your post, where’er it be; the claims of life fulfill.
Be no one act or motive wrong; heed Heaven’s own bidding still.
Then let the hail sweep o’er your path, let storms in fury rise,
God will in safety bring you through to mansions in the skies.
He’s at the helm, he’ll guide the ship through every dangerous strait,And make you welcome when within the holy city’s gate.No bitter scenes of heartfelt grief, though now with anguish riven,Will meet you in that world of bliss, the holy calm of Heaven.
He’s at the helm, he’ll guide the ship through every dangerous strait,
And make you welcome when within the holy city’s gate.
No bitter scenes of heartfelt grief, though now with anguish riven,
Will meet you in that world of bliss, the holy calm of Heaven.
My cause is with my blessed Lord, he does my footsteps guide;He’s led me in an unknown way, and laid my plans aside;He’s hedged up all my well-laid schemes, or what seemed so to me,And oh! what wisdom I behold, now his designs I see.
My cause is with my blessed Lord, he does my footsteps guide;
He’s led me in an unknown way, and laid my plans aside;
He’s hedged up all my well-laid schemes, or what seemed so to me,
And oh! what wisdom I behold, now his designs I see.
I’ll glory in his holy name, and pray, Lord guide me still;In each event submission learn, and sink into his will.His will is welcome, tho’ it lay each earthly prospect low;God is too wise to err, and will what’s best for us bestow.
I’ll glory in his holy name, and pray, Lord guide me still;
In each event submission learn, and sink into his will.
His will is welcome, tho’ it lay each earthly prospect low;
God is too wise to err, and will what’s best for us bestow.
The Psalmist made his boast in God, and we may do the same;The word exhorts to cry aloud, and praise his holy name.Should those here hold their peace, whom God has his own Spirit given,Where could he look for honor due, and whom make meet for Heaven?
The Psalmist made his boast in God, and we may do the same;
The word exhorts to cry aloud, and praise his holy name.
Should those here hold their peace, whom God has his own Spirit given,
Where could he look for honor due, and whom make meet for Heaven?
Regardless of the world’s cold frown, we would march boldly on,Nor right nor left would turn, but go where our dear Saviour’s gone,There’s mansions there, and Jesus will prepare his saints a place,Where they will never cease to sing of his redeeming grace.
Regardless of the world’s cold frown, we would march boldly on,
Nor right nor left would turn, but go where our dear Saviour’s gone,
There’s mansions there, and Jesus will prepare his saints a place,
Where they will never cease to sing of his redeeming grace.
Are we expecting to be there, and share each proffered bliss?The Father’s love is not in those who love a world like this.Then tarry not in all the plain; seek high and holy ground,Lest in the balance when we’re weighed, we should be wanting found.
Are we expecting to be there, and share each proffered bliss?
The Father’s love is not in those who love a world like this.
Then tarry not in all the plain; seek high and holy ground,
Lest in the balance when we’re weighed, we should be wanting found.
When dark misfortune’s tide is up,Its surges running high,If we have lost our hold on God,Where then for refuge fly?
When dark misfortune’s tide is up,
Its surges running high,
If we have lost our hold on God,
Where then for refuge fly?
Oppressed, desponding, near despair,Health, strength and courage fled,These cheering words heed, “Brother, live!”And raise your sinking head.
Oppressed, desponding, near despair,
Health, strength and courage fled,
These cheering words heed, “Brother, live!”
And raise your sinking head.
Though anguish deep, and bitter griefBe felt and long be borne,Abide the test; seek no reliefThat’s not from Heaven alone.
Though anguish deep, and bitter grief
Be felt and long be borne,
Abide the test; seek no relief
That’s not from Heaven alone.
Deliverance must be found in God,A blessing to secure;There is encouragement for thoseWho trials well endure.
Deliverance must be found in God,
A blessing to secure;
There is encouragement for those
Who trials well endure.
In tribulation’s beaten path,The ancient prophets trod;It is the only way that bringsThe wanderer home to God.
In tribulation’s beaten path,
The ancient prophets trod;
It is the only way that brings
The wanderer home to God.
Let patience have its perfect work,Be purified and tried;Be ready when the King shall come,To e’er with him abide.
Let patience have its perfect work,
Be purified and tried;
Be ready when the King shall come,
To e’er with him abide.
The article which now you thinkSo perfect and complete,Would doubtless be, if half as long,For printing twice as meet.
The article which now you think
So perfect and complete,
Would doubtless be, if half as long,
For printing twice as meet.
Once and again your thoughts condense,Then what remains improve;For matter must be weighty now,The minds of men to move.
Once and again your thoughts condense,
Then what remains improve;
For matter must be weighty now,
The minds of men to move.
No preface does your piece demand,No introduction needs;Select the wheat, but cast asideThe straw, and chaff, and weeds.
No preface does your piece demand,
No introduction needs;
Select the wheat, but cast aside
The straw, and chaff, and weeds.
How many worse than wasted hoursAre spent foul works to read,Fictions which poison heart and mind,And basest passions feed.
How many worse than wasted hours
Are spent foul works to read,
Fictions which poison heart and mind,
And basest passions feed.
Search for some richer gems than these,Ideas new and rare;Soon will you learn the good to save,The valueless to spare.
Search for some richer gems than these,
Ideas new and rare;
Soon will you learn the good to save,
The valueless to spare.
With heart and mind thus disciplined,And quickened every sense,Let these three rules your pen control—Condense, condense, condense.
With heart and mind thus disciplined,
And quickened every sense,
Let these three rules your pen control—
Condense, condense, condense.
When love unites the saintsThere’ll be no sad complaintsAgainst each other;No bitter root will spring,A wrong report to bringAgainst a brother.
When love unites the saints
There’ll be no sad complaints
Against each other;
No bitter root will spring,
A wrong report to bring
Against a brother.
Each will delight to seeSweet peace and harmony,And long for more;God’s love the heart will fill,And selfish motives kill,As ne’er before.
Each will delight to see
Sweet peace and harmony,
And long for more;
God’s love the heart will fill,
And selfish motives kill,
As ne’er before.
In union there’ll be strength,Through all the breadth and lengthOf this grand host;Armed for the battle-field,No point of truth they’ll yield,Firm at their post.
In union there’ll be strength,
Through all the breadth and length
Of this grand host;
Armed for the battle-field,
No point of truth they’ll yield,
Firm at their post.
And when the battle’s o’er,They’re safe forevermore,With Christ their King;Through him they gain their crown,And lay their weapons down,And victory sing.
And when the battle’s o’er,
They’re safe forevermore,
With Christ their King;
Through him they gain their crown,
And lay their weapons down,
And victory sing.
The Lord is mine, his will my choice;I’m his to suffer or rejoice,While here on earth I stay.I know in whom I have believed;He has my sacrifice received,And will direct my way.
The Lord is mine, his will my choice;
I’m his to suffer or rejoice,
While here on earth I stay.
I know in whom I have believed;
He has my sacrifice received,
And will direct my way.
Whate’er he calls me here to do,He’ll give me grace and help me through;He’ll lead and guide me home.He’s promised to be with me here,And said to me, “Be of good cheer,The world I’ve overcome.”
Whate’er he calls me here to do,
He’ll give me grace and help me through;
He’ll lead and guide me home.
He’s promised to be with me here,
And said to me, “Be of good cheer,
The world I’ve overcome.”
Let friends deride, let scoffers rage,Let hell against my soul engage;No one of them I fear.My Lord has conquered all my foes,In vain they rage, or me oppose,While my Deliverer’s near.
Let friends deride, let scoffers rage,
Let hell against my soul engage;
No one of them I fear.
My Lord has conquered all my foes,
In vain they rage, or me oppose,
While my Deliverer’s near.
Myself, my all, to God I give,And to his glory would I live,From sin’s dominion freed.I’ll trust him though he hides his face.Sufficient for me is his grace,In every time of need.
Myself, my all, to God I give,
And to his glory would I live,
From sin’s dominion freed.
I’ll trust him though he hides his face.
Sufficient for me is his grace,
In every time of need.
He’s coming, whom we have desired,In all his saints to be admired;Even so, Lord Jesus, come.Come, in thine own appointed way;We’d wait in patience to that day,When thou shalt call us home.
He’s coming, whom we have desired,
In all his saints to be admired;
Even so, Lord Jesus, come.
Come, in thine own appointed way;
We’d wait in patience to that day,
When thou shalt call us home.
Is there one here, who, e’er thus far,Has blameless been preserved?Who never strayed, made one mistake,Or e’er from duty swerved?
Is there one here, who, e’er thus far,
Has blameless been preserved?
Who never strayed, made one mistake,
Or e’er from duty swerved?
There may have been no outward actTo cause one pang of grief;But has there been no secret fault,No sin of unbelief?
There may have been no outward act
To cause one pang of grief;
But has there been no secret fault,
No sin of unbelief?
Then judge not harshly; who can tellThy brother’s suffering now,That he has failed in any point,To pay the Lord his vow?
Then judge not harshly; who can tell
Thy brother’s suffering now,
That he has failed in any point,
To pay the Lord his vow?
From secret faults, the Psalmist prayed,Dear Lord, oh! cleanse thou me,And from presumptuous sins keep back,Preserve and make me free.
From secret faults, the Psalmist prayed,
Dear Lord, oh! cleanse thou me,
And from presumptuous sins keep back,
Preserve and make me free.
Left to himself, how great his fall!And he himself the guide.How humbled, mortified, subdued,His vanity and pride!
Left to himself, how great his fall!
And he himself the guide.
How humbled, mortified, subdued,
His vanity and pride!
We are left to sin, to punish sin,No consolation here;Reflection only swells the tideOf anguish sad and drear.
We are left to sin, to punish sin,
No consolation here;
Reflection only swells the tide
Of anguish sad and drear.