As I gaze at the scenes of nature,I think of that Artist above;Who painted them by creation,And keeps them by His love.The trees, the grass, the flowers,The songs of the merry birds;Should make us love and praise His name,And rejoice in His holy word.The sky, the clouds, the sunshine,The valleys, the mountains and hills;The springs, the oceans and rivers,The lakes and the tiny rills.O Holy Artist, our most High God,Who painted each beautiful scene;Most beautiful for earthly eyes to behold,Thy choicest color was Green.
As I gaze at the scenes of nature,I think of that Artist above;Who painted them by creation,And keeps them by His love.The trees, the grass, the flowers,The songs of the merry birds;Should make us love and praise His name,And rejoice in His holy word.The sky, the clouds, the sunshine,The valleys, the mountains and hills;The springs, the oceans and rivers,The lakes and the tiny rills.O Holy Artist, our most High God,Who painted each beautiful scene;Most beautiful for earthly eyes to behold,Thy choicest color was Green.
As I gaze at the scenes of nature,I think of that Artist above;Who painted them by creation,And keeps them by His love.
The trees, the grass, the flowers,The songs of the merry birds;Should make us love and praise His name,And rejoice in His holy word.
The sky, the clouds, the sunshine,The valleys, the mountains and hills;The springs, the oceans and rivers,The lakes and the tiny rills.
O Holy Artist, our most High God,Who painted each beautiful scene;Most beautiful for earthly eyes to behold,Thy choicest color was Green.
Of all the stories can be told,Of wars and men of bravery;There is none as true and interesting,As the story told of slavery.In sixteen-hundred and nineteen,When Negroes were first sold;As slaves upon the American soil,Their hardships are untold.Contrary to his thoughtless will,Bound hand to hand;Brought across an unknown sea,In an unknown fate, to an unknown land.It will never be read in history,It will never be heard in voice;Of the horrible deeds of slavery,But for freedom we rejoice.John Brown was the first to undertake,To set the poor slaves free;Douglass, Garrison and Harriet Beecher Stowe,Went before Congress to plead.Next comes Lincoln, the Emancipator,His name let us praise;For writing the emancipation,In the bloom of slavery days.Their names are honored in history,Their names are sung in song;Their names shall ever be honored,For honor to them belong.Oh what weeping, oh what shouting,Oh what shaking hands;When a voice cried out it’s finished,Ye are free men in this land.The 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments,Are ones we all should note;Declared us free, made us citizens,And gave us the right to vote.Let’s look back to slavery days,Before freedom’s victory was won;Then from ’65 to the present time,You can see what we have done.We can be a greater race,By taking life’s staff and rod;Helping self and our fellowman,Putting our trust in God.O let us not be selfish,O let us not deceive;But “be thoughtful and earnest,”And give as we receive.
Of all the stories can be told,Of wars and men of bravery;There is none as true and interesting,As the story told of slavery.In sixteen-hundred and nineteen,When Negroes were first sold;As slaves upon the American soil,Their hardships are untold.Contrary to his thoughtless will,Bound hand to hand;Brought across an unknown sea,In an unknown fate, to an unknown land.It will never be read in history,It will never be heard in voice;Of the horrible deeds of slavery,But for freedom we rejoice.John Brown was the first to undertake,To set the poor slaves free;Douglass, Garrison and Harriet Beecher Stowe,Went before Congress to plead.Next comes Lincoln, the Emancipator,His name let us praise;For writing the emancipation,In the bloom of slavery days.Their names are honored in history,Their names are sung in song;Their names shall ever be honored,For honor to them belong.Oh what weeping, oh what shouting,Oh what shaking hands;When a voice cried out it’s finished,Ye are free men in this land.The 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments,Are ones we all should note;Declared us free, made us citizens,And gave us the right to vote.Let’s look back to slavery days,Before freedom’s victory was won;Then from ’65 to the present time,You can see what we have done.We can be a greater race,By taking life’s staff and rod;Helping self and our fellowman,Putting our trust in God.O let us not be selfish,O let us not deceive;But “be thoughtful and earnest,”And give as we receive.
Of all the stories can be told,Of wars and men of bravery;There is none as true and interesting,As the story told of slavery.
In sixteen-hundred and nineteen,When Negroes were first sold;As slaves upon the American soil,Their hardships are untold.
Contrary to his thoughtless will,Bound hand to hand;Brought across an unknown sea,In an unknown fate, to an unknown land.
It will never be read in history,It will never be heard in voice;Of the horrible deeds of slavery,But for freedom we rejoice.
John Brown was the first to undertake,To set the poor slaves free;Douglass, Garrison and Harriet Beecher Stowe,Went before Congress to plead.
Next comes Lincoln, the Emancipator,His name let us praise;For writing the emancipation,In the bloom of slavery days.
Their names are honored in history,Their names are sung in song;Their names shall ever be honored,For honor to them belong.
Oh what weeping, oh what shouting,Oh what shaking hands;When a voice cried out it’s finished,Ye are free men in this land.
The 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments,Are ones we all should note;Declared us free, made us citizens,And gave us the right to vote.
Let’s look back to slavery days,Before freedom’s victory was won;Then from ’65 to the present time,You can see what we have done.
We can be a greater race,By taking life’s staff and rod;Helping self and our fellowman,Putting our trust in God.
O let us not be selfish,O let us not deceive;But “be thoughtful and earnest,”And give as we receive.
God has taken from us,A voice so soft and sweet;And in our dear old home,Remains a vacant seat.Our home, sweet home now is broken,Our mother has gone to rest;With Jesus forever to remain,Beyond, in the home of the blest.No more we’ll hear her footsteps,No more we’ll hear her voice;For her soul has taken its final flight,To a land where all rejoice.Her body lies beneath the soil,Her spirit is at rest;With loved ones who have gone before,In that beautiful home of the blest.She was such a faithful mother,She was kind in every way;And never will I forget the night,When she taught me how to pray.
God has taken from us,A voice so soft and sweet;And in our dear old home,Remains a vacant seat.Our home, sweet home now is broken,Our mother has gone to rest;With Jesus forever to remain,Beyond, in the home of the blest.No more we’ll hear her footsteps,No more we’ll hear her voice;For her soul has taken its final flight,To a land where all rejoice.Her body lies beneath the soil,Her spirit is at rest;With loved ones who have gone before,In that beautiful home of the blest.She was such a faithful mother,She was kind in every way;And never will I forget the night,When she taught me how to pray.
God has taken from us,A voice so soft and sweet;And in our dear old home,Remains a vacant seat.
Our home, sweet home now is broken,Our mother has gone to rest;With Jesus forever to remain,Beyond, in the home of the blest.
No more we’ll hear her footsteps,No more we’ll hear her voice;For her soul has taken its final flight,To a land where all rejoice.
Her body lies beneath the soil,Her spirit is at rest;With loved ones who have gone before,In that beautiful home of the blest.
She was such a faithful mother,She was kind in every way;And never will I forget the night,When she taught me how to pray.
O Lord they held us in bondage,Until Thou set us free,And tho’ they oppress and scorn us,We’ll leave all vengeance with Thee.Vengeance is Thine, O Father,We believe that Thou wilt repay;The race that oppresses another,And a people who will not obey.They deprive us, O Lord, of justice,They burn us alive in the day;The law of the land won’t protect us,But we believe that Thou wilt repay.They even mob our women,Which is a shame and a disgrace to the land;A shame it would be for a heathen,Much more for a civilized man.We know there are members of our race,That are worse than a savage man;And there are members of the superior race,Who belong to the same savage band.Humanity needs pure religion,Then the world would be more civilized;And man to man would be better,The nations be more harmonized.O God, we earnestly implore Thee,Look down with a pitiful eye;Help us to love and obey Thee,And to feel that Thy judgment is nigh.O if we but loved one another,As Thou hast given the command;What joy, what peace, what happiness,Would be felt thruout the land.Instead of love there is hatred,Instead of peace there is war;O help us, the weak, to grow stronger,O help us we humbly implore.Forgive those, O Lord, who oppress us,O help them to see the right;Convert them unto Thy salvation,O guide them Thou eternal light.O Lord pour out Thy spirit,Into the hearts of men;Then the so-called Negro problem,Will find its solution—its end.O send us another Lincoln,Who will help us our foes to face;Who fears not the tongue nor the press of men,Who stands for justice to a trodden race.Help us as a race to be better,To drop hatred and substitute love;To envy not one another,But lay up our treasures above.O help man to man to be loyal,Help the strong to raise the weak;And the weak stand by each other,This, Father, we humbly entreat.O help us to live true Christians,Grant Thy grace to lead us to the end;Then own us and crown us, O Saviour,Is the prayer of Ethiopia—Amen.
O Lord they held us in bondage,Until Thou set us free,And tho’ they oppress and scorn us,We’ll leave all vengeance with Thee.Vengeance is Thine, O Father,We believe that Thou wilt repay;The race that oppresses another,And a people who will not obey.They deprive us, O Lord, of justice,They burn us alive in the day;The law of the land won’t protect us,But we believe that Thou wilt repay.They even mob our women,Which is a shame and a disgrace to the land;A shame it would be for a heathen,Much more for a civilized man.We know there are members of our race,That are worse than a savage man;And there are members of the superior race,Who belong to the same savage band.Humanity needs pure religion,Then the world would be more civilized;And man to man would be better,The nations be more harmonized.O God, we earnestly implore Thee,Look down with a pitiful eye;Help us to love and obey Thee,And to feel that Thy judgment is nigh.O if we but loved one another,As Thou hast given the command;What joy, what peace, what happiness,Would be felt thruout the land.Instead of love there is hatred,Instead of peace there is war;O help us, the weak, to grow stronger,O help us we humbly implore.Forgive those, O Lord, who oppress us,O help them to see the right;Convert them unto Thy salvation,O guide them Thou eternal light.O Lord pour out Thy spirit,Into the hearts of men;Then the so-called Negro problem,Will find its solution—its end.O send us another Lincoln,Who will help us our foes to face;Who fears not the tongue nor the press of men,Who stands for justice to a trodden race.Help us as a race to be better,To drop hatred and substitute love;To envy not one another,But lay up our treasures above.O help man to man to be loyal,Help the strong to raise the weak;And the weak stand by each other,This, Father, we humbly entreat.O help us to live true Christians,Grant Thy grace to lead us to the end;Then own us and crown us, O Saviour,Is the prayer of Ethiopia—Amen.
O Lord they held us in bondage,Until Thou set us free,And tho’ they oppress and scorn us,We’ll leave all vengeance with Thee.
Vengeance is Thine, O Father,We believe that Thou wilt repay;The race that oppresses another,And a people who will not obey.
They deprive us, O Lord, of justice,They burn us alive in the day;The law of the land won’t protect us,But we believe that Thou wilt repay.
They even mob our women,Which is a shame and a disgrace to the land;A shame it would be for a heathen,Much more for a civilized man.
We know there are members of our race,That are worse than a savage man;And there are members of the superior race,Who belong to the same savage band.
Humanity needs pure religion,Then the world would be more civilized;And man to man would be better,The nations be more harmonized.
O God, we earnestly implore Thee,Look down with a pitiful eye;Help us to love and obey Thee,And to feel that Thy judgment is nigh.
O if we but loved one another,As Thou hast given the command;What joy, what peace, what happiness,Would be felt thruout the land.
Instead of love there is hatred,Instead of peace there is war;O help us, the weak, to grow stronger,O help us we humbly implore.
Forgive those, O Lord, who oppress us,O help them to see the right;Convert them unto Thy salvation,O guide them Thou eternal light.
O Lord pour out Thy spirit,Into the hearts of men;Then the so-called Negro problem,Will find its solution—its end.
O send us another Lincoln,Who will help us our foes to face;Who fears not the tongue nor the press of men,Who stands for justice to a trodden race.
Help us as a race to be better,To drop hatred and substitute love;To envy not one another,But lay up our treasures above.
O help man to man to be loyal,Help the strong to raise the weak;And the weak stand by each other,This, Father, we humbly entreat.
O help us to live true Christians,Grant Thy grace to lead us to the end;Then own us and crown us, O Saviour,Is the prayer of Ethiopia—Amen.
Take this wounded heart of mine,Bind it in Thy mercy and love;No remedy can heal it but Thine,Thou holy Physician above.I cannot pluck it out to see,The wound of guilt that causes the pain;Just as it is, Lord I give it to Thee,Now cure and cleanse from every stain.My heart seems heavy and sad,But Thou art merciful I know;Thou alone can make it light and glad,O cleanse and make it white as snow.Speak peace just now unto my soul,And help me ever to be Thine;I confess I’ve strayed far from Thy fold,O take this wounded heart of mine.
Take this wounded heart of mine,Bind it in Thy mercy and love;No remedy can heal it but Thine,Thou holy Physician above.I cannot pluck it out to see,The wound of guilt that causes the pain;Just as it is, Lord I give it to Thee,Now cure and cleanse from every stain.My heart seems heavy and sad,But Thou art merciful I know;Thou alone can make it light and glad,O cleanse and make it white as snow.Speak peace just now unto my soul,And help me ever to be Thine;I confess I’ve strayed far from Thy fold,O take this wounded heart of mine.
Take this wounded heart of mine,Bind it in Thy mercy and love;No remedy can heal it but Thine,Thou holy Physician above.
I cannot pluck it out to see,The wound of guilt that causes the pain;Just as it is, Lord I give it to Thee,Now cure and cleanse from every stain.
My heart seems heavy and sad,But Thou art merciful I know;Thou alone can make it light and glad,O cleanse and make it white as snow.
Speak peace just now unto my soul,And help me ever to be Thine;I confess I’ve strayed far from Thy fold,O take this wounded heart of mine.
Lincoln is called the Emancipator,But there is one that is greater still;Jesus Christ, the Emancipator of sin,Who rules by His Father’s will.He left a shining home on high,And came to save the lost;The Emancipation of sin He signed,By dying upon the cross.Christ, the world’s Emancipator,The Emancipator of sin;Suffered and died upon Calvary,For the wickedness of men.Christ is the world’s Emancipator,He died for every one;Now He reigns in heaven above,And His will must be done.
Lincoln is called the Emancipator,But there is one that is greater still;Jesus Christ, the Emancipator of sin,Who rules by His Father’s will.He left a shining home on high,And came to save the lost;The Emancipation of sin He signed,By dying upon the cross.Christ, the world’s Emancipator,The Emancipator of sin;Suffered and died upon Calvary,For the wickedness of men.Christ is the world’s Emancipator,He died for every one;Now He reigns in heaven above,And His will must be done.
Lincoln is called the Emancipator,But there is one that is greater still;Jesus Christ, the Emancipator of sin,Who rules by His Father’s will.
He left a shining home on high,And came to save the lost;The Emancipation of sin He signed,By dying upon the cross.
Christ, the world’s Emancipator,The Emancipator of sin;Suffered and died upon Calvary,For the wickedness of men.
Christ is the world’s Emancipator,He died for every one;Now He reigns in heaven above,And His will must be done.
O days of melancholy,Thou art so sad and drear;The cricket’s singing, summer has gone,And winter days are near.O days of melancholy,When the leaves begin to die;All nature looks so lonely,We cannot help but sigh.
O days of melancholy,Thou art so sad and drear;The cricket’s singing, summer has gone,And winter days are near.O days of melancholy,When the leaves begin to die;All nature looks so lonely,We cannot help but sigh.
O days of melancholy,Thou art so sad and drear;The cricket’s singing, summer has gone,And winter days are near.
O days of melancholy,When the leaves begin to die;All nature looks so lonely,We cannot help but sigh.
O a solemn voice is pleading,We are citizens in this land;All we ask is to give us justice,And recognize man as man.For over two centuries the chain of bondage,Stretched around the southern soil;Kept us back from the path of knowledge,The most we knew was the worst of toil.But God the Father and Almighty,The Maker of earth and Creator of man;By His will and His justice,Made us free men in this land.O a solemn voice is calling,Ringing out from shore to shore;Pleading for the cause of justice,Patiently knocking at justice’s door.If this is a land where peace abides,And all men are said to be free;Why not give a race its justice,In a land of liberty.O a voice from heaven is whispering,Do to all men that that’s right;Lend a hand to those that are weaker,In their battles help them fight.Hear the voice of Ethiopia,Calling for her rights to-day;Who will aid in giving her justice,Who will start without delay.We are your brothers by creation,We are citizens by the Constitution of this land;Then why not give our race its justice,And extend to us a welcome hand.But shall we submit to be deprived of justice,Just because our skins are black?And we are called the least of mankind,No, we’ll stay on justice’s track.In the name of God the Father,We’ll plead for justice till we die;And if we are defeated in earth’s battles,We are sure to get justice with God on high.
O a solemn voice is pleading,We are citizens in this land;All we ask is to give us justice,And recognize man as man.For over two centuries the chain of bondage,Stretched around the southern soil;Kept us back from the path of knowledge,The most we knew was the worst of toil.But God the Father and Almighty,The Maker of earth and Creator of man;By His will and His justice,Made us free men in this land.O a solemn voice is calling,Ringing out from shore to shore;Pleading for the cause of justice,Patiently knocking at justice’s door.If this is a land where peace abides,And all men are said to be free;Why not give a race its justice,In a land of liberty.O a voice from heaven is whispering,Do to all men that that’s right;Lend a hand to those that are weaker,In their battles help them fight.Hear the voice of Ethiopia,Calling for her rights to-day;Who will aid in giving her justice,Who will start without delay.We are your brothers by creation,We are citizens by the Constitution of this land;Then why not give our race its justice,And extend to us a welcome hand.But shall we submit to be deprived of justice,Just because our skins are black?And we are called the least of mankind,No, we’ll stay on justice’s track.In the name of God the Father,We’ll plead for justice till we die;And if we are defeated in earth’s battles,We are sure to get justice with God on high.
O a solemn voice is pleading,We are citizens in this land;All we ask is to give us justice,And recognize man as man.
For over two centuries the chain of bondage,Stretched around the southern soil;Kept us back from the path of knowledge,The most we knew was the worst of toil.
But God the Father and Almighty,The Maker of earth and Creator of man;By His will and His justice,Made us free men in this land.
O a solemn voice is calling,Ringing out from shore to shore;Pleading for the cause of justice,Patiently knocking at justice’s door.
If this is a land where peace abides,And all men are said to be free;Why not give a race its justice,In a land of liberty.
O a voice from heaven is whispering,Do to all men that that’s right;Lend a hand to those that are weaker,In their battles help them fight.
Hear the voice of Ethiopia,Calling for her rights to-day;Who will aid in giving her justice,Who will start without delay.
We are your brothers by creation,We are citizens by the Constitution of this land;Then why not give our race its justice,And extend to us a welcome hand.
But shall we submit to be deprived of justice,Just because our skins are black?And we are called the least of mankind,No, we’ll stay on justice’s track.
In the name of God the Father,We’ll plead for justice till we die;And if we are defeated in earth’s battles,We are sure to get justice with God on high.
Thanksgiving should be every dayInstead of once a year.Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,To Christ who is so dear.Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,For all the Lord has done.He’ll help us fight our battlesUntil the victory’s won.Give thanks unto the Savior,His joyous praises sing;In the ears of every ChristianLet the name of Jesus ring.Give thanks to Him each morning,Give thanks at noon and night.Ask Him for daily blessings,And stand up for the right.Let each day be Thanksgiving,For the blessings from above,For guidance and protectionAnd His eternal love.
Thanksgiving should be every dayInstead of once a year.Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,To Christ who is so dear.Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,For all the Lord has done.He’ll help us fight our battlesUntil the victory’s won.Give thanks unto the Savior,His joyous praises sing;In the ears of every ChristianLet the name of Jesus ring.Give thanks to Him each morning,Give thanks at noon and night.Ask Him for daily blessings,And stand up for the right.Let each day be Thanksgiving,For the blessings from above,For guidance and protectionAnd His eternal love.
Thanksgiving should be every dayInstead of once a year.Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,To Christ who is so dear.
Give thanks each day, give thanks each night,For all the Lord has done.He’ll help us fight our battlesUntil the victory’s won.
Give thanks unto the Savior,His joyous praises sing;In the ears of every ChristianLet the name of Jesus ring.
Give thanks to Him each morning,Give thanks at noon and night.Ask Him for daily blessings,And stand up for the right.
Let each day be Thanksgiving,For the blessings from above,For guidance and protectionAnd His eternal love.
While passing through life’s youthful daysWe should think of its evening tide,Be gentle and true in all our waysAnd in Jesus Christ abide.Each youthful day could be usefulnessIn something done or said,Then history could give more examplesFor others when we are dead.We live in life’s evening tide when we are old,Our remembrance is as fresh as the dewOf things that we did in our youthful days,Whether good or bad, many or few.The evening tide of a useful lifeIs spent without regret,The thoughts that dawn upon useful daysBring not a single fret.
While passing through life’s youthful daysWe should think of its evening tide,Be gentle and true in all our waysAnd in Jesus Christ abide.Each youthful day could be usefulnessIn something done or said,Then history could give more examplesFor others when we are dead.We live in life’s evening tide when we are old,Our remembrance is as fresh as the dewOf things that we did in our youthful days,Whether good or bad, many or few.The evening tide of a useful lifeIs spent without regret,The thoughts that dawn upon useful daysBring not a single fret.
While passing through life’s youthful daysWe should think of its evening tide,Be gentle and true in all our waysAnd in Jesus Christ abide.
Each youthful day could be usefulnessIn something done or said,Then history could give more examplesFor others when we are dead.
We live in life’s evening tide when we are old,Our remembrance is as fresh as the dewOf things that we did in our youthful days,Whether good or bad, many or few.
The evening tide of a useful lifeIs spent without regret,The thoughts that dawn upon useful daysBring not a single fret.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Loves and cares for us each day,Left His Father’s home on high,Came to earth, for sin to die.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Saves us if we will obey;He is willing and ready to aid,For our heavy debt He paid.Christ the truth, the life, the way,He will teach us how to pray;Our many sins He will forgive,Bow down to Him that ye may live.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Come unto Him and earnestly say:Here I bring my sins to TheeFrom all sin now set me free.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Hear His voice without delay;All our grief He’ll help us share,All our burdens He’ll help us bear.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Loves and cares for us each day,Left His Father’s home on high,Came to earth, for sin to die.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Saves us if we will obey;He is willing and ready to aid,For our heavy debt He paid.Christ the truth, the life, the way,He will teach us how to pray;Our many sins He will forgive,Bow down to Him that ye may live.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Come unto Him and earnestly say:Here I bring my sins to TheeFrom all sin now set me free.Christ the truth, the life, the way,Hear His voice without delay;All our grief He’ll help us share,All our burdens He’ll help us bear.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Loves and cares for us each day,Left His Father’s home on high,Came to earth, for sin to die.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Saves us if we will obey;He is willing and ready to aid,For our heavy debt He paid.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,He will teach us how to pray;Our many sins He will forgive,Bow down to Him that ye may live.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Come unto Him and earnestly say:Here I bring my sins to TheeFrom all sin now set me free.
Christ the truth, the life, the way,Hear His voice without delay;All our grief He’ll help us share,All our burdens He’ll help us bear.
Eternal home, eternal home,Thy beauty to earthly eyes unknown;Where every tear is wiped away,Where dwells no night but perfect day.O blessed home for you and me,Eternal home I long to see.Eternal home, eternal home,The King of Kings sits on His throne;’Twas long prepared for the blest,Eternal home of perfect rest.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.Eternal home, eternal home,No more we’ll weep, no more we’ll moan;But peace and joy, love and light,Where all is well, yea all is right.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.
Eternal home, eternal home,Thy beauty to earthly eyes unknown;Where every tear is wiped away,Where dwells no night but perfect day.O blessed home for you and me,Eternal home I long to see.Eternal home, eternal home,The King of Kings sits on His throne;’Twas long prepared for the blest,Eternal home of perfect rest.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.Eternal home, eternal home,No more we’ll weep, no more we’ll moan;But peace and joy, love and light,Where all is well, yea all is right.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.
Eternal home, eternal home,Thy beauty to earthly eyes unknown;Where every tear is wiped away,Where dwells no night but perfect day.O blessed home for you and me,Eternal home I long to see.
Eternal home, eternal home,The King of Kings sits on His throne;’Twas long prepared for the blest,Eternal home of perfect rest.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.
Eternal home, eternal home,No more we’ll weep, no more we’ll moan;But peace and joy, love and light,Where all is well, yea all is right.Eternal home I long to see,Among thy host I long to be.
A well spent life is worth living,It’s far better when it reaches its end;Than a life that is spent in idleness,And has tried no victories to win.Each man for his own life is responsible,It’s his duty to do all he can;For the upbuilding of fallen humanity,Of himself and his fellowman.There are two paths laid out before us,An evil one and a good;They were laid when man was created,By all men they are understood.O we who have chosen the good path,There is much work for us to do;“Behold the harvest is plenteous,But the laborers indeed are few.”If idleness would be less practiced,More business would circle around;Then gossipers, thieves and criminals,Would not so often be found.What earthly thing can equal,A life that has been spent well;Is there any valuation?If so, no one can tell.A well spent life is a jewel,That shines like diamonds and gold;At its close when life is over,A reward the eyes will behold.When life’s short dream is over,After coming thru trouble and strife;A robe and a crown are the final reward,And the value of a well spent life.
A well spent life is worth living,It’s far better when it reaches its end;Than a life that is spent in idleness,And has tried no victories to win.Each man for his own life is responsible,It’s his duty to do all he can;For the upbuilding of fallen humanity,Of himself and his fellowman.There are two paths laid out before us,An evil one and a good;They were laid when man was created,By all men they are understood.O we who have chosen the good path,There is much work for us to do;“Behold the harvest is plenteous,But the laborers indeed are few.”If idleness would be less practiced,More business would circle around;Then gossipers, thieves and criminals,Would not so often be found.What earthly thing can equal,A life that has been spent well;Is there any valuation?If so, no one can tell.A well spent life is a jewel,That shines like diamonds and gold;At its close when life is over,A reward the eyes will behold.When life’s short dream is over,After coming thru trouble and strife;A robe and a crown are the final reward,And the value of a well spent life.
A well spent life is worth living,It’s far better when it reaches its end;Than a life that is spent in idleness,And has tried no victories to win.
Each man for his own life is responsible,It’s his duty to do all he can;For the upbuilding of fallen humanity,Of himself and his fellowman.
There are two paths laid out before us,An evil one and a good;They were laid when man was created,By all men they are understood.
O we who have chosen the good path,There is much work for us to do;“Behold the harvest is plenteous,But the laborers indeed are few.”
If idleness would be less practiced,More business would circle around;Then gossipers, thieves and criminals,Would not so often be found.
What earthly thing can equal,A life that has been spent well;Is there any valuation?If so, no one can tell.
A well spent life is a jewel,That shines like diamonds and gold;At its close when life is over,A reward the eyes will behold.
When life’s short dream is over,After coming thru trouble and strife;A robe and a crown are the final reward,And the value of a well spent life.
I hear the singing of the merry birds,That’s a sign that spring is near;Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard,I’ll rejoice when spring is here.I see the grass is creeping up,That’s another sign of spring;The leaflets of the violets and buttercups,And lilies are here again.I see the trees are budding fast,They are anxious to show their beauty;Ah! merry spring is here at last,All nature is doing its duty.I see the children so full of glee,Welcome they are singing to spring;The sound of their voices so merrily,Summer is coming again.I hear them playing in the streets at night,Ah! winter you are surely gone;You gave us scenes bedecked in white,We’ll sing you a farewell song.I hear them talk of Easter day,That memorial day of Spring;The Savior arose from the dead they say,And liveth evermore again.Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him,And walk the narrow way;Continue to be a righteous gem,He’ll take you home some day.
I hear the singing of the merry birds,That’s a sign that spring is near;Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard,I’ll rejoice when spring is here.I see the grass is creeping up,That’s another sign of spring;The leaflets of the violets and buttercups,And lilies are here again.I see the trees are budding fast,They are anxious to show their beauty;Ah! merry spring is here at last,All nature is doing its duty.I see the children so full of glee,Welcome they are singing to spring;The sound of their voices so merrily,Summer is coming again.I hear them playing in the streets at night,Ah! winter you are surely gone;You gave us scenes bedecked in white,We’ll sing you a farewell song.I hear them talk of Easter day,That memorial day of Spring;The Savior arose from the dead they say,And liveth evermore again.Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him,And walk the narrow way;Continue to be a righteous gem,He’ll take you home some day.
I hear the singing of the merry birds,That’s a sign that spring is near;Their songs are sweeter than any I’ve heard,I’ll rejoice when spring is here.
I see the grass is creeping up,That’s another sign of spring;The leaflets of the violets and buttercups,And lilies are here again.
I see the trees are budding fast,They are anxious to show their beauty;Ah! merry spring is here at last,All nature is doing its duty.
I see the children so full of glee,Welcome they are singing to spring;The sound of their voices so merrily,Summer is coming again.
I hear them playing in the streets at night,Ah! winter you are surely gone;You gave us scenes bedecked in white,We’ll sing you a farewell song.
I hear them talk of Easter day,That memorial day of Spring;The Savior arose from the dead they say,And liveth evermore again.
Bright jewels of earth shine on for Him,And walk the narrow way;Continue to be a righteous gem,He’ll take you home some day.
What is life? a question asked,A mere dream, a mere task;Longfellow says it’s an “empty dream,”But by that, what did he mean?Life doth come and life doth go,Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes it’s woe;Aching hearts and many tears,Many obstacles and many fears.Fret not of things that have passed and gone,But sing for the future some happy song;He who thinks all his luck is bad,Makes his own life miserable and those around him sad.Life cannot always be bright,Clouds must come as well as light;Sweetest of roses have many thorns,So has life many a form.We are told by the Scriptures not to think,Of to-morrow what we shall eat or drink;For to-morrow will care for itself as to-day,So let’s drive to-morrow’s sighs away.We must not sit, and sigh, and pine,Because we think life’s sun don’t shine;To share some trouble we all were born,There is no night but has its morn.
What is life? a question asked,A mere dream, a mere task;Longfellow says it’s an “empty dream,”But by that, what did he mean?Life doth come and life doth go,Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes it’s woe;Aching hearts and many tears,Many obstacles and many fears.Fret not of things that have passed and gone,But sing for the future some happy song;He who thinks all his luck is bad,Makes his own life miserable and those around him sad.Life cannot always be bright,Clouds must come as well as light;Sweetest of roses have many thorns,So has life many a form.We are told by the Scriptures not to think,Of to-morrow what we shall eat or drink;For to-morrow will care for itself as to-day,So let’s drive to-morrow’s sighs away.We must not sit, and sigh, and pine,Because we think life’s sun don’t shine;To share some trouble we all were born,There is no night but has its morn.
What is life? a question asked,A mere dream, a mere task;Longfellow says it’s an “empty dream,”But by that, what did he mean?
Life doth come and life doth go,Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes it’s woe;Aching hearts and many tears,Many obstacles and many fears.
Fret not of things that have passed and gone,But sing for the future some happy song;He who thinks all his luck is bad,Makes his own life miserable and those around him sad.
Life cannot always be bright,Clouds must come as well as light;Sweetest of roses have many thorns,So has life many a form.
We are told by the Scriptures not to think,Of to-morrow what we shall eat or drink;For to-morrow will care for itself as to-day,So let’s drive to-morrow’s sighs away.
We must not sit, and sigh, and pine,Because we think life’s sun don’t shine;To share some trouble we all were born,There is no night but has its morn.
Leaves are turning and fastly falling,Autumn days are drawing near;Birds have ceased their summer singing,All the world seems sad and drear.No more blossoms of the flowers,No more fragrance smelling so sweet;Long sunny days are growing shorter,Crickets their autumn’s call repeat.Days of sighing and meditation,Saddest days of all the year;Nature even looks sad and lonely,All the world seems sad and drear.Autumn winds are gently blowing,Thru the branches of the trees;Whistling a farewell song to summer,Playing a tune among the leaves.Katydids are cheerfully singing,Bidding summer days good-bye;O it makes us feel so lonely,Till we sit alone and sigh.Farewell! farewell! dear old summer,Once more we have seen you go;But before your next returning,What will befall us, no one knows.Tho’ we trust again to see you,And rememberance of you will be with us still;With our hearts we shall gladly greet you,If it is the Master’s will.Farewell! farewell! long days of summer,A song of sadness we’ll sing so true;Summer days shall never be forgotten,Farewell! farewell! O summer to you.
Leaves are turning and fastly falling,Autumn days are drawing near;Birds have ceased their summer singing,All the world seems sad and drear.No more blossoms of the flowers,No more fragrance smelling so sweet;Long sunny days are growing shorter,Crickets their autumn’s call repeat.Days of sighing and meditation,Saddest days of all the year;Nature even looks sad and lonely,All the world seems sad and drear.Autumn winds are gently blowing,Thru the branches of the trees;Whistling a farewell song to summer,Playing a tune among the leaves.Katydids are cheerfully singing,Bidding summer days good-bye;O it makes us feel so lonely,Till we sit alone and sigh.Farewell! farewell! dear old summer,Once more we have seen you go;But before your next returning,What will befall us, no one knows.Tho’ we trust again to see you,And rememberance of you will be with us still;With our hearts we shall gladly greet you,If it is the Master’s will.Farewell! farewell! long days of summer,A song of sadness we’ll sing so true;Summer days shall never be forgotten,Farewell! farewell! O summer to you.
Leaves are turning and fastly falling,Autumn days are drawing near;Birds have ceased their summer singing,All the world seems sad and drear.
No more blossoms of the flowers,No more fragrance smelling so sweet;Long sunny days are growing shorter,Crickets their autumn’s call repeat.
Days of sighing and meditation,Saddest days of all the year;Nature even looks sad and lonely,All the world seems sad and drear.
Autumn winds are gently blowing,Thru the branches of the trees;Whistling a farewell song to summer,Playing a tune among the leaves.
Katydids are cheerfully singing,Bidding summer days good-bye;O it makes us feel so lonely,Till we sit alone and sigh.
Farewell! farewell! dear old summer,Once more we have seen you go;But before your next returning,What will befall us, no one knows.
Tho’ we trust again to see you,And rememberance of you will be with us still;With our hearts we shall gladly greet you,If it is the Master’s will.
Farewell! farewell! long days of summer,A song of sadness we’ll sing so true;Summer days shall never be forgotten,Farewell! farewell! O summer to you.
O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,What gladness and joy to all you bring;The birds are singing among the trees,Each flower is clothed in blossoms and leaves.The grass is slowly creeping up,The daisy, the violet and buttercup;O lilies white, O lilies fair,Telling of Easter everywhere.The farmers are all breaking the ground,Trees that are dead they are cutting down;The days are growing long and fair,The fragrance of the flowers perfume the air.The bees are humming their summer’s song,Constantly working the whole day long;Children the songs of Easter repeat,All nature is waking from its winter’s sleep.The little violets so modest and mild,Some are tame, some are wild;Without cultivation they grow and yield,Beautiful blossoms in gardens and fields.O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,A song of gladness to you we’ll bring;Merry birds chirping, flowers in bloom,Good old summer is coming soon.
O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,What gladness and joy to all you bring;The birds are singing among the trees,Each flower is clothed in blossoms and leaves.The grass is slowly creeping up,The daisy, the violet and buttercup;O lilies white, O lilies fair,Telling of Easter everywhere.The farmers are all breaking the ground,Trees that are dead they are cutting down;The days are growing long and fair,The fragrance of the flowers perfume the air.The bees are humming their summer’s song,Constantly working the whole day long;Children the songs of Easter repeat,All nature is waking from its winter’s sleep.The little violets so modest and mild,Some are tame, some are wild;Without cultivation they grow and yield,Beautiful blossoms in gardens and fields.O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,A song of gladness to you we’ll bring;Merry birds chirping, flowers in bloom,Good old summer is coming soon.
O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,What gladness and joy to all you bring;The birds are singing among the trees,Each flower is clothed in blossoms and leaves.
The grass is slowly creeping up,The daisy, the violet and buttercup;O lilies white, O lilies fair,Telling of Easter everywhere.
The farmers are all breaking the ground,Trees that are dead they are cutting down;The days are growing long and fair,The fragrance of the flowers perfume the air.
The bees are humming their summer’s song,Constantly working the whole day long;Children the songs of Easter repeat,All nature is waking from its winter’s sleep.
The little violets so modest and mild,Some are tame, some are wild;Without cultivation they grow and yield,Beautiful blossoms in gardens and fields.
O spring, O spring, O welcome spring,A song of gladness to you we’ll bring;Merry birds chirping, flowers in bloom,Good old summer is coming soon.
O Lord Thou art the only one,To pardon all I have ever done;O cleanse me now from every sin,And a new life I shall begin.My sins have been many I must confess,But wilt Thou forgive that I may rest?O Savior I ask Thee to forgive,That my soul may not perish but forever live.Now, Lord, all my sins I lay at Thy feet,My prayer for forgiveness I humbly repeat;O do dear Savior from sin set me free,And from now till life ends I’ll live for Thee.I want to be a light brightly shining for men,That I may be a worker, many souls for Thee win;Then when life is over a crown I shall wear,Be with Thee in heaven and safe in Thy care.
O Lord Thou art the only one,To pardon all I have ever done;O cleanse me now from every sin,And a new life I shall begin.My sins have been many I must confess,But wilt Thou forgive that I may rest?O Savior I ask Thee to forgive,That my soul may not perish but forever live.Now, Lord, all my sins I lay at Thy feet,My prayer for forgiveness I humbly repeat;O do dear Savior from sin set me free,And from now till life ends I’ll live for Thee.I want to be a light brightly shining for men,That I may be a worker, many souls for Thee win;Then when life is over a crown I shall wear,Be with Thee in heaven and safe in Thy care.
O Lord Thou art the only one,To pardon all I have ever done;O cleanse me now from every sin,And a new life I shall begin.
My sins have been many I must confess,But wilt Thou forgive that I may rest?O Savior I ask Thee to forgive,That my soul may not perish but forever live.
Now, Lord, all my sins I lay at Thy feet,My prayer for forgiveness I humbly repeat;O do dear Savior from sin set me free,And from now till life ends I’ll live for Thee.
I want to be a light brightly shining for men,That I may be a worker, many souls for Thee win;Then when life is over a crown I shall wear,Be with Thee in heaven and safe in Thy care.