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  • 'Tis Finished! The Messiah DiesWords: Charles Wesley

    'Tis finished! the Messiah dies,
    cut off for sins, but not his own.
    Accomplished is the sacrifice,
    the great redeeming work is done.

    The veil is rent; in Christ alone
    the living way to heaven is seen;
    the middle wall is broken down,
    and all the world may enter in.

    'Tis finished! All my guilt and pain,
    I want no sacrifice beside;
    for me, for me the Lamb is slain;
    'tis finished! I am justified.

    The reign of sin and death is o'er,
    and all may live from sin set free;
    Satan hath lost his mortal power;
    'tis swallowed up in victory.

  • 'Tis So Sweet to Trust in JesusWords: Louisa M. R. Stead

    'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
    and to take him at his word;
    just to rest upon his promise,
    and to know, Thus saith the Lord.
    Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him!
    How I've proved him o'er and o'er!
    Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
    O for grace to trust him more!

    O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
    just to trust his cleansing blood;
    and in simple faith to plunge me
    neath the healing, cleansing flood!

    Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
    just from sin and self to cease;
    just from Jesus simply taking
    life and rest, and joy and peace.

    I'm so glad I learned to trust thee,
    precious Jesus, Savior, friend;
    and I know that thou art with me,
    wilt be with me to the end.

  • A Charge to Keep I HaveWords: Charles Wesley

    A charge to keep I have,
    a God to glorify,
    a never-dying soul to save,
    and fit it for the sky.

    To serve the present age,
    my calling to fulfill;
    O may it all my powers engage
    to do my Master's will!

    Arm me with jealous care,
    as in thy sight to live,
    and oh, thy servant, Lord,
    prepare a strict account to give!

    Help me to watch and pray,
    and on thyself rely,
    assured, if I my trust betray,
    I shall forever die.

  • A Mighty Fortress Is Our GodWords: Martin Luther Trans. by Frederick H. Hedge

    A mighty fortress is our God,
    a bulwark never failing;
    our helper he amid the flood
    of mortal ills prevaling.
    For still our ancient foe
    doth seek to work us woe;
    his craft and power are great,
    and armed with cruel hate,
    on earth is not his equal.

    Did we in our own strength confide,
    our striving would be losing,
    were not the right man on our side,
    the man of God's own choosing.
    Dost ask who that may be?
    Christ Jesus, it is he;
    Lord Sabbaoth, his name,
    from age to age the same,
    and he must win the battle.

    And though this world, with devils filled,
    should threaten to undo us,
    we will not fear, for God hath willed
    his truth to triumph through us.
    The Prince of Darkness grim,
    we tremble not for him;
    his rage we can endure,
    for lo, his doom is sure;
    one little word shall fell him.

    That word above all earthly powers,
    no thanks to them, abideth;
    the Spirit and the gifts are ours,
    thru him who with us sideth.
    Let goods and kindred go,
    this mortal life also;
    the body they may kill;
    God's truth abideth still;
    his kingdom is forever.

  • Abide With MeWords: Henry F. Lyte

    Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
    the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

    Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
    earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
    change and decay in all around I see;
    O thou who changest not, abide with me.

    I need thy presence every passing hour.
    What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
    Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
    Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

    I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
    ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
    Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

    Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
    shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
    Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
    in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

  • Abide With Us The Day Is WaningWords: Cas­par J. Boye

    Abide with us, the day is waning,
    Thus prayed the two while on the way;
    We read that Thou, O Lord, remaining,
    Didst all their doubts and fears allay.
    Incline Thine ear, Thou King of Grace,
    When, praying thus, we seek Thy face.

    At eventide, Thy Spirit sending,
    Help us, O Lord, our watch to keep,
    In prayer devout before Thee bending,
    Ere we our eyelids close in sleep,
    Confessing sin in deed and word
    With hope of mercy from the Lord.

    Abide with us; with heav'nly gladness
    Illumine, Lord, our darkest day;
    And when we weep in pain and sadness,
    Be Thou our Solace, Strength and Stay.
    Tell of Thy woe, Thy victory won,
    When Thou didst pray: "Thy will be done."

    Abide with us, O Savior tender,
    That bitter day when life shall end,
    When to the grave we must surrender,
    And fear and pain our hearts shall rend.
    The shield of faith do Thou bestow
    When trembling we must meet the foe.

    When earthly help no more availeth,
    To sup with us Thou wilt be nigh;
    Thou givest strength that never faileth,
    In Thee we grave and death defy.
    While earth is fading from our sight,
    Our eyes behold the realms of light.

  • Ah, Holy JesusWords: Johann Heermann; trans. by Robert S. Bridges

    Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended,
    that we to judge thee have in hate pretended?
    By foes derided, by thine own rejected,
    O most afflicted!

    Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?
    Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee!
    'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee;
    I crucified thee.

    Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
    the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
    For death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
    for my salvation.

    For me, kind Jesus, was thy incarnation,
    thy mortal sorrow, and thy life's oblation;
    thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
    for my salvation.

    Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay thee,
    I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,
    think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,
    not my deserving.

  • Alas! and Did My Savior BleedWords: Isaac Watts; refrain by Ralph E. Hudson

    Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
    and did my Sovereign die?
    Would he devote that sacred head
    for sinners such as I?
    At the cross, at the cross,
    where I first saw the light,
    and the burden of my heart rolled away;
    it was there by faith I received my sight,
    and now I am happy all the day.

    Was it for crimes that I have done,
    he groaned upon the tree?
    Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
    And love beyond degree!

    Well might the sun in darkenss hide,
    and shut its glories in,
    when God, the mighty maker, died
    for his own creature's sin.

    Thus might I hide my blushing face
    while his dear cross appears;
    dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
    and melt mine eyes to tears.

    But drops of tears can ne'er repay
    the debt of love I owe.
    Here, Lord, I give myself away;
    'tis all that I can do.

  • All Creatures Of Our God And KingWords: Francis of Assisi. Trans­lat­ed to Eng­lish by Wil­liam H. Drap­er

    All creatures of our God and King,
    lift up your voice and with us sing
    alleluia, alleluia!
    Thou burning sun with golden beam,
    thou silver moon with softer gleam:

    O praise him, O praise him,
    alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

    Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
    ye clouds that sail in heaven along,
    O praise him, alleluia!
    Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
    ye lights of evening, find a voice:

    Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
    make music for thy Lord to hear,
    alleluia, alleluia!
    Thou fire so masterful and bright,
    that givest man both warmth and light:

    Dear mother earth, who day by day
    unfoldest blessings on our way,
    O praise him, alleluia!
    The flowers and fruits that in thee grow
    let them his glory also show.

    Let all things their Creator bless,
    and worship him in humbleness,
    O praise him, alleluia!
    Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
    and praise the Spirit, Three in one.

  • All Glory, Laud, and HonorWords: Theodulph of Orleans; trans. by John Mason Neale

    Thou art the King of Israel,
    thou David's royal Son,
    who in the Lord's name comest,
    the King and Blessed One.

    The company of angels
    are praising thee on high,
    and we with all creation
    in chorus make reply.

    The people of the Hebrews
    with psalms before thee went;
    our prayer and praise and anthems
    before thee we present.

    To thee, before thy passion,
    they sang their hymns of praise;
    to thee, now high exalted,
    our melody we raise.

    Thou didst accept their praises;
    accept the prayers we bring,
    who in all good delightest,
    thou good and gracious King.

  • All Hail the Power of Jesus' NameWords: Edward Perronet; alt. by John Rippon

    All hail the power of Jesus' name!
    Let angels prostrate fall;
    bring forth the royal diadem,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

    Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
    ye ransomed from the fall,
    hail him who saves you by his grace,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

    Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
    the wormwood and the gall,
    go spread your trophies at his feet,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

    Let every kindred, every tribe
    on this terrestrial ball,
    to him all majesty ascribe,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

    Crown him, ye martyrs of your God,
    who from his altar call;
    extol the Stem of Jesse's Rod,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

    O that with yonder sacred throng
    we at his feet may fall!
    We'll join the everlasting song,
    and crown him, crown him,
    crown him, crown him,
    and crown him Lord of all.

  • All is Well (Death is nothing)Words: Henry Scott Holland

    Death is nothing at all
    I have only slipped away into the next room.
    I am I and you are you.
    Whatever we were to each other
    That we are still.

    Call me by my old familiar name.
    Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
    Put no difference into your tone.
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
    Let it be spoken without affect.
    Without the trace of a shadow on it.

    Life means all that it ever meant,
    It is the same as it ever was.
    There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight

    I am but waiting for you
    For an interval.
    Somewhere very near
    Just around the corner
    All is well.

  • All People That on Earth Do DwellWords: Attr. to William Kethe

    All people that on earth do dwell,
    sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
    Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell;
    come ye before him and rejoice.

    Know that the Lord is God indeed;
    without our aid he did us make;
    we are his folk, he doth us feed,
    and for his sheep he doth us take.

    O enter then his gates with praise;
    approach with joy his courts unto;
    praise, laud, and bless his name always,
    for it is seemly so to do.

    For why! the Lord our God is good;
    his mercy is forever sure;
    his truth at all times firmly stood,
    and shall from age to age endure.

  • All Praise to Thee, My God, This NightWords: Thomas Ken

    All praise to thee, my God, this night,
    for all the blessings of the light!
    Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
    beneath thine own almighty wings.

    Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
    the ill that I this day have done,
    that with the world, myself, and thee,
    I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

    Teach me to live, that I may dread
    the grave as little as my bed.
    Teach me to die, that so I may
    rise glorious at the judgment day.

    O may my soul on thee repose,
    and with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
    sleep that may me more vigorous make
    to serve my God when I awake.

    Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
    praise him, all creatures here below;
    praise him above, ye heavenly host;
    praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

  • All That I AmWords: Sebastian Temple

    All that I am, all that I do,
    all that I'll ever have,
    I offer now to you.
    Take and sanctify these gifts
    for your honour, Lord.
    Knowing that I love and serve you
    is enough reward.
    All that I am, all that I do,
    all that I'll ever have
    I offer now to you.

    All that I dream, all that I pray,
    all that I'll ever make,
    I give to you today.
    Take and sanctify these gifts
    for your honour, Lord.
    Knowing that I love and serve you
    is enough reward.
    All that I am, all that I do,
    all that I'll ever have
    I offer now to you.

  • All The Way My Saviour Leads MeWords: Fanny Crosby

    All the way my Saviour leads me
    What have I to ask beside?
    Can I doubt His tender mercy,
    Who through life has been my Guide?
    Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,
    Here by faith in Him to dwell!
    For I know, whate'er befall me,
    Jesus doeth all things well;
    For I know, whate'er befall me,
    Jesus doeth all things well.

    All the way my Saviour leads me
    Cheers each winding path I tread,
    Gives me grace for every trial,
    Feeds me with the Living Bread.
    Though my weary steps may falter
    And my soul athirst may be,
    Gushing from the Rock before me,
    Lo! A spring of joy I see;
    Gushing from the Rock before me,
    Lo! A spring of joy I see.

    All the way my Saviour leads me
    O the fullness of His love!
    Perfect rest to me is promised
    In my Father's house above.
    When my spirit, clothed immortal,
    Wings its flight to realms of day
    This my song through endless ages:
    Jesus led me all the way;
    This my song through endless ages:
    Jesus led me all the way.

  • All Things Bright and BeautifulWords: Cecil Frances Alexander

    All things bright and beautiful,
    All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful:
    The Lord God made them all.

    Each little flower that opens,
    each little bird that sings,
    He made their glowing colors,
    and made their tiny wings.

    The purple-headed mountains,
    the river running by,
    the sunset and the morning
    that brightens up the sky.

    The cold wind in the winter,
    the pleasant summer sun,
    the ripe fruits in the garden:
    He made them every one.

    He gave us eyes to see them,
    and lips that we might tell
    how great is God Almighty,
    who has made all things well.

  • Alleluia! Sing to Jesus!Words: William C. Dix

    Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
    His the scepter, his the throne.
    Alleluia! His the triumph,
    His the victory alone.
    Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion
    Thunder like a mighty flood.
    Jesus out of every nation
    Hath redeemed us by His blood.

    Alleluia! not as orphans
    Are we left in sorrow now;
    Alleluia! He is near us,
    Faith believes, nor questions how;
    Though the cloud from sight received Him
    When the forty days were o'er
    Shall our hearts forget His promise,
    'I am with you evermore'?

    Alleluia! bread of heaven,
    Here on Earth our food and stay!
    Alleluia! here the sinful
    Flee to thee from day to day.
    Intercessor, friend of sinners,
    Earth's Redeemer, plead for me.
    Where the songs of all the sinless
    Sweep across the crystal sea.

    Alleluia! King eternal,
    Thee the Lord of lords we own;
    Alleluia! born of Mary,
    Earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne.
    Thou within the veil hast entered,
    Robed in flesh, our great high priest.
    Thou on Earth both priest and victim
    In the Eucharistic feast.

  • Am I a Soldier of the CrossWords: Isaac Watts, Sermons

    Am I a soldier of the cross,
    a follower of the Lamb,
    and shall I fear to own his cause,
    or blush to speak his name?

    Must I be carried to the skies
    on flowery beds of ease,
    while others fought to win the prize,
    and sailed through bloody seas?

    Are there no foes for me to face?
    Must I not stem the flood?
    Is this vile world a friend to grace,
    to help me on to God?

    Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
    increase my courage, Lord.
    I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
    supported by thy word.

    Thy saints in all this glorious war
    shall conquer though they die;
    they see the triumph from afar,
    by faith they bring it nigh.

    When that illustrious day shall rise,
    and all thy armies shine
    in robes of victory through the skies,
    the glory shall be thine.

  • Amazing GraceWords: John Newton; st 6 anon.

    Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
    that saved a wretch like me!
    I once was lost, but now am found;
    was blind, but now I see.

    'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
    and grace my fears relieved;
    how precious did that grace appear
    the hour I first believed.

    Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
    I have already come;
    'tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
    and grace will lead me home.

    The Lord has promised good to me,
    his word my hope secures;
    he will my shield and portion be,
    as long as life endures.

    Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
    and mortal life shall cease,
    I shall possess, within the veil,
    a life of joy and peace.

    When we've been there ten thousand years,
    bright shining as the sun,
    we've no less days to sing God's praise
    than when we first begun.

  • America (My Country, 'Tis of Thee)Words: Samuel F. Smith

    My country,' tis of thee,
    sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
    land where my fathers died,
    land of the pilgrims' pride,
    from every mountainside let freedom ring!

    My native country, thee,
    land of the noble free, thy name I love;
    I love thy rocks and rills,
    thy woods and templed hills;
    my heart with rapture thrills, like that above.

    Let music swell the breeze,
    and ring from all the trees sweet freedom's song;
    let mortal tongues awake;
    let all that breathe partake;
    let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.

    Our fathers' God, to thee,
    author of liberty, to thee we sing;
    long may our land be bright
    with freedom's holy light;
    protect us by thy might, great God, our King.

  • America the BeautifulWords: Katharine Lee Bates

    O beautiful for spacious skies,
    for amber waves of grain;
    for purple mountains majesties
    above the fruited plain!
    America! America! God shed his grace on thee,
    and crown thy good with brotherhood
    from sea to shining sea.

    O beautiful for heroes proved
    in liberating strife,
    who more than self their country loved,
    and mercy more than life!
    America! America! May God thy gold refine,
    till all success be nobleness,
    and every gain divine.

    O beautiful for patriot dream
    that sees beyond the years
    thine alabaster cities gleam,
    undimmed by human tears!
    America! America! God mend thine every flaw,
    confirm thy soul in self-control,
    thy liberty in law.

  • And Are We Yet AliveWords: Charles Wesley

    And are we yet alive,
    and see each other's face?
    Glory and thanks to Jesus give
    for his almighty grace!

    Preserved by power divine
    to full salvation here,
    again in Jesus' praise we join,
    and in his sight appear.

    What troubles have we seen,
    what mighty conflicts past,
    fightings without, and fears within,
    since we assembled last!

    Yet out of all the Lord
    hath brought us by his love;
    and still he doth his help afford,
    and hides our life above.

    Then let us make our boast
    of his redeeming power,
    which saves us to the uttermost,
    till we can sin no more.

    Let us take up the cross
    till we the crown obtain,
    and gladly reckon all things loss
    so we may Jesus gain.

  • And Can It Be that I Should GainWords: Charles Wesley

    And can it be that I should gain
    An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
    Died He for me, who caused His pain?
    For me, who Him to death pursued?
    Amazing love! how can it be
    That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
    Amazing love! how can it be
    That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

    He left His Father’s throne above,
    So free, so infinite His grace;
    Emptied Himself of all but love,
    And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
    ’Tis mercy all, immense and free;
    For, O my God, it found out me.
    ’Tis mercy all, immense and free;
    For, O my God, it found out me.

    Long my imprisoned spirit lay
    Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
    Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
    I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
    My chains fell off, my heart was free,
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
    My chains fell off, my heart was free,
    I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

    No condemnation now I dread;
    Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
    Alive in Him, my living Head,
    And clothed in righteousness Divine,
    Bold I approach the eternal throne,
    And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
    Bold I approach the eternal throne,
    And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

  • Angels from the Realms of GloryWords: James Montgomery

    Angels from the realms of glory,
    wing your flight o'er all the earth;
    ye who sang creation's story
    now proclaim Messiah's birth:
    Come and worship, come and worship,
    worship Christ, the newborn king.

    Shepherds, in the field abiding,
    watching o'er your flocks by night,
    God with us is now residing;
    yonder shines the infant light:

    Sages, leave your contemplations,
    brighter visions beam afar;
    seek the great Desire of nations;
    ye have seen his natal star:

    Saints, before the altar bending,
    watching long in hope and fear;
    suddenly the Lord, descending,
    in his temple shall appear:

  • Are Ye AbleWords: Earl Marlatt

    Are ye able, said the Master,
    to be crucified with me?
    Yea, the sturdy dreamers answered,
    to the death we follow thee.
    Lord, we are able. Our spirits are thine.
    Remold them, make us, like thee, divine.
    Thy guiding radiance above us shall be
    a beacon to God, to love, and loyalty.

    Are ye able to remember,
    when a thief lifts up his eyes,
    that his pardoned soul is worthy
    of a place in paradise?

    Are ye able when the shadows
    close around you with the sod,
    to believe that spirit triumphs,
    to commend your soul to God?

    Are ye able? Still the Master
    whispers down eternity,
    and heroic spirits answer,
    now as then in Galilee.

  • As Pants the HeartWords: Nahum Tate & Nicholas Brady, 1696

    As pants the heart for cooling streams
    When heated in the chase,
    So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
    And Thy refreshing grace.

    For Thee, my God, the living God,
    My thirsty soul doth pine;
    Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
    Thou Majesty Divine?

    Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
    Hope still, and thou shalt sing
    The praise of Him who is thy God,
    Thy health's eternal spring.

    To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
    The god whom we adore,
    Be glory, as it was, is now,
    And shall be evermore.

  • As the Sun Doth Daily RiseWords: Latin hymn; trans. by J. Masters; adapt. by Horatio Nelson

    As the sun doth daily rise,
    brightening all the morning skies,
    so to thee with one accord
    lift we up our hearts, O Lord.

    Day by day provide us food,
    for from thee come all things good;
    strength unto our souls afford
    from thy living bread, O Lord.

    Be our guard in sin and strife;
    be the leader of our life;
    lest from thee we stray abroad,
    stay our wayward feet, O Lord.

    Quickened by the Spirit's grace
    all thy holy will to trace
    while we daily search thy Word,
    wisdom true impart, O Lord.

    Praise we, with the heavenly host,
    Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
    thee would we with one accord
    praise and magnify, O Lord.

  • Ask Ye What Great Thing I KnowWords: Johann C. Schwedler; trans. by Benjamin H. Kennedy

    Ask ye what great thing I know,
    that delights and stirs me so?
    What the high reward I win?
    Whose the name I glory in?
    Jesus Christ, the crucified.

    Who defeats my fiercest foes?
    Who consoles my saddest woes?
    Who revives my fainting heart,
    healing all its hidden smart?
    Jesus Christ, the crucified.

    Who is life in life to me?
    Who the death of death will be?
    Who will place me on his right,
    with the countless hosts of light?
    Jesus Christ, the crucified.

    This is that great thing I know;
    this delights and stirs me so:
    faith in him who died to save,
    him who triumphed o'er the grave:
    Jesus Christ, the crucified.

  • At Even, Ere The Sun Was SetWords: Hen­ry Twells, 1868

    At even, ere the sun was set,
    The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
    O, with how many pains they met!
    O, with what joy they went away!

    Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
    Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
    What if Thyself we cannot see?
    We know that Thou art ever near.

    O Savior Christ, our woes dispel;
    For some are sick, and some are sad;
    And some have never loved Thee well,
    And some have lost the love they had.

    And some are pressed with worldly care
    And some are tried with sinful doubt;
    And some such grievous passions tear,
    That only Thou canst cast them out.

    And some have found the world is vain,
    Yet from the world they break not free;
    And some have friends who give them pain,
    Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.

    And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,

    For none are wholly free from sin;
    And they who fain would serve Thee best
    Are conscious most of wrong within


    O Savior Christ, Thou too art man;
    Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried;

    Thy kind but searching glance can scan
    The very wounds that shame would hide.

    Thy touch has still its ancient power.
    No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
    Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
    And in Thy mercy heal us all.

  • Away in a MangerWords: Anonymous

    Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
    the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
    The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
    the little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

    The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
    but little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes;
    I love thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
    and stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

    Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
    close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
    bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
    and fit us for heaven to live with thee there.

  • Battle Hymn of the RepublicWords: Ju­lia Ward Howe

    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
    He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
    His truth is marching on.

    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.


    I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
    They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
    I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
    His day is marching on.

    I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
    As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
    Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
    Since God is marching on.

    He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
    He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
    Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
    Our God is marching on.

    In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
    With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
    As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
    While God is marching on.

    He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
    He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
    So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
    Our God is marching on. 

  • Be Not AfraidWords: John Michael Talbot

    You shall cross the barren desert,
    but you shall not die of thirst.
    You shall wander far in safety,
    though you do not know the way.

    You shall speak your words in foreign lands,
    and all will understand,
    You shall see the face of God and live.

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

    If you pass through raging waters
    in the sea, you shall not drown.
    If you walk amidst the burning flames,
    you shall not be harmed.

    If you stand before the pow'r of hell
    and death is at your side,
    know that I am with you, through it all

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

    Blessed are your poor,
    for the Kingdom shall be theirs.
    Blest are you that weep and mourn,
    for one day you shall laugh.

    And if wicked men insult and hate you, all because of Me,
    blessed, blessed are you!

    Be not afraid,
    I go before you always,
    Come follow Me,
    and I shall give you rest.

  • Be Still For The Presence Of The LordWords: David J. Evans

    Be still, for the presence of the Lord,
    the Holy One is here;
    Come bow before Him now
    with reverence and fear:
    In Him no sin is found -
    we stand on holy ground.
    Be still, for the presence of the Lord,
    the Holy One is here.

    Be still, for the glory of the Lord
    is shining all around;
    He burns with holy fire,
    with splendour He is crowned:
    How awesome is the sight -
    our radiant King of light!
    Be still, for the glory of the Lord
    is shining all around.

    Be still, for the power of the Lord
    is moving in this place:
    He comes to cleanse and heal,
    to minister His grace -
    No work too hard for Him.
    In faith receive from Him.
    Be still, for the power of the Lord
    is moving in this place.

  • Be Still, My SoulWords: Katharina A. von Schlegel

    Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side;
    Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
    Leave to your God to order and provide;
    In every change he faithful will remain.
    Be still, my soul; your best, your heavenly friend
    Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

    Be still, my soul; your God will undertake
    To guide the future as he has the past.
    Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;
    All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
    Be still, my soul; the waves and wind still know
    His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

    Be still, my soul; though dearest friends depart
    And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
    Then you will better know his love, his heart,
    Who comes to soothe your sorrows and your fears.
    Be still, my soul; your Jesus can repay
    From his own fullness all he takes away.

    Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
    When we shall be forever with the Lord,
    When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
    Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
    Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
    All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

  • Be Thou My VisionWords: Attributed to Dallan Forgaill 18th Century. Translated by Mary E. Byrne,1905. Arranged by Eleanor H. Hull, 1912.

    Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
    Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
    Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
    Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

    Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
    I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
    Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
    Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

    Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
    Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
    Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
    Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

    Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
    Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
    Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
    High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

    High King of Heaven, my victory won,
    May I reach Heaven's joys, O bright Heaven's Sun!
    Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
    Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

  • Beautiful Valley of EdenWords: Wil­liam O. Cush­ing, 1875

    Beautiful valley of Eden!
    Sweet is thy noontide calm,
    Over the hearts of the weary,
    Breathing thy waves of balm.

    Beautiful valley of Eden,
    Home of the pure and blest,
    (The pure and blest.)
    How often amid the wild billows
    I dream of thy rest, sweet rest!

    Over the heart of the mourner
    Shineth thy golden day,
    Wafting the songs of the angels
    Down from the far away.

    Beautiful valley of Eden,
    Home of the pure and blest,
    (The pure and blest.)
    How often amid the wild billows
    I dream of thy rest, sweet rest!

    There is the home of my Savior,
    There, with the bloodwashed throng;
    Over the highlands of glory
    Rolleth the great, new song.

    Beautiful valley of Eden,
    Home of the pure and blest,
    (The pure and blest.)
    How often amid the wild billows
    I dream of thy rest, sweet rest!

  • Because He livesWords: Bill Gaither

    God sent His Son, they called Him Jesus;
    He came to love, heal, and forgive;
    He lived and died to buy my pardon,
    An empty grave is there to prove my Saviour lives.

    Because He lives I can face tomorrow;
    Because He lives all fear is gone;
    Because I know He holds the future,
    And life is worth the living just because He lives.

    How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
    And feel the pride and joy He gives;
    But greater still the calm assurance,
    This child can face uncertain days because He lives.


    And then one day I'll cross the river,
    I'll fight life's final war with pain;
    And then as death gives way to victory,
    I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives.


  • Because Thou Hast SaidWords: Charles Wesley

    Because thou hast said: Do this for my sake,
    the mystical bread we gladly partake;
    we thirst for the Spirit that flows from above,
    and long to inherit thy fullness of love.

    'Tis here we look up and grasp at thy mind,
    'tis here that we hope thine image to find;
    the means of bestowing thy gifts we embrace;
    but all things are owing to Jesus' grace.

  • Before the Ending of the DayWords: Benedictine Plainsong

    Before the ending of the day,
    Creator of the world, we pray!
    Your grace and peace to us allow
    And be our guard and keeper now.

    From evil dreams defend our sight,
    From all the terrors of the night,
    From all deluding thoughts that creep
    On heedless minds disarmed by sleep.

    O Father, this we ask be done
    Through Jesus Christ, your only Son,
    Who with the Holy Ghost and you
    Shall live and reign all ages through.

  • Beneath the Cross of JesusWords: Elizabeth C. Clephane

    Beneath the cross of Jesus
    I fain would take my stand,
    the shadow of a mighty rock
    within a weary land;
    a home within the wilderness,
    a rest upon the way,
    from the burning of the noontide heat,
    and the burden of the day.

    Upon that cross of Jesus
    mine eye at times can see
    the very dying form of One
    who suffered there for me;
    and from my stricken heart with tears
    two wonders I confess:
    the wonders of redeeming love
    and my unworthiness.

    I take, O cross, thy shadow
    for my abiding place;
    I ask no other sunshine than
    the sunshine of his face;
    content to let the world go by,
    to know no gain nor loss,
    my sinful self my only shame,
    my glory all the cross.

  • Beyond The SunsetWords: Virgil Brock

    Beyond the sunset,
    O blissful morning,
    When with our Saviour
    Heav'n is begun.
    Earth's toiling ended,
    O glorious dawning;
    Beyond the sunset
    When day is done.

    Beyond the sunset,
    No clouds will gather,
    No storms will threaten,
    No fears annoy;
    O day of gladness,
    O day unending,
    Beyond the sunset,
    Eternal Joy.

    Beyond the sunset,
    A hand will guide me
    To God, the Father,
    Whom I adore;
    His glorious presence,
    His words of welcome,
    Will be my portion
    On that fair shore.

    Beyond the sunset,
    O glad reunion,
    With our dear loved ones
    Who've gone before;
    In that fair homeland
    We'll know no parting,
    Beyond the sunset
    For evermore!

  • Beyond The Sunset's Radiant GlowWords: Josephine Pollard, 1871

    Beyond the sunset's radiant glow
    There is a brighter world, I know,
    Where golden glories ever shine,
    Beyond the tho't of day's decline.

    Beyond the sunset's radiant glow, (radiant glow)
    There is a brighter world, I know;
    Beyond the sunset I may spend
    Delightful days that never end.

    Beyond the sunset's purple rim,
    Beyond the twilight, deep and dim,
    Where clouds and darkness never come,
    My soul shall find its heav'nly home.

    Beyond the sunset's radiant glow, (radiant glow)
    There is a brighter world, I know;
    Beyond the sunset I may spend
    Delightful days that never end.

    Beyond the desert, dark and drear,
    The golden city will appear;
    And morning's lovely beams arise
    Upon my mansion in the skies.

    Beyond the sunset's radiant glow, (radiant glow)
    There is a brighter world, I know;
    Beyond the sunset I may spend
    Delightful days that never end.

  • Bind Us Together LordWords: Bob Gillman

    Bind us together, Lord, bind us together
    With cords that cannot be broken.
    Bind us together, Lord, bind us together,
    Bind us together with love.

    There is only one God,
    There is only one King,
    There is only one Body,
    That is why we sing:

    Made for the glory of God,
    Purchased by His precious Son,
    Born with the right to be clean,
    For Jesus the victory has won.

    You are the family of God,
    You are the promise divine,
    You are God's chosen desire,
    You are the glorious new wine.

  • Blessed AssuranceWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
    O what a foretaste of glory divine!
    Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
    born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
    This is my story, this is my song,
    praising my Savior all the day long;
    this is my story, this is my song,
    praising my Savior all the day long.

    Perfect submission, perfect delight,
    visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
    angels descending bring from above
    echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

    Perfect submission, all is at rest;
    I in my Savior am happy and blest,
    watching and waiting, looking above,
    filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

  • Blessed Jesus, at Thy WordWords: Tobias Clausnitzer; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    Blessed Jesus, at thy word
    we are gathered all to hear thee;
    let our hearts and souls be stirred
    now to seek and love and fear thee,
    by thy teachings sweet and holy,
    drawn from earth to love thee soley.

    All our knowledge, sense, and sight
    lie in deepest darkness shrouded,
    till thy spirit breaks our night
    with the beams of truth unclouded.
    Thou alone to God canst win us;
    thou must work all good within us.

    Glorious Lord, thyself impart!
    Light of light, from God proceeding,
    open thou our ears and heart;
    help us by thy spirit's pleading;
    hear the cry thy people raises;
    hear, and bless our prayers and praises.

  • Blest Are The Pure In HeartWords: John Keble

    Blest are the pure in heart,
    For they shall see our God;
    The secret of the Lord is theirs;
    Their soul is Christ's abode.

    The Lord, who left the heavens
    Our life and peace to bring,
    To dwell in lowliness with men
    Their Pattern and their King.

    Still to the lowly soul
    He doth Himself impart;
    And for His cradle and His throne
    Chooseth the pure in heart.

    Lord, we Thy presence seek;
    May ours this blessing be;
    Give us a pure and lowly heart,
    A temple meet for Thee.

  • Blest Be the Dear Uniting LoveWords: Charles Wesley

    Blest be the dear uniting love
    that will not let us part;
    our bodies may far off remove,
    we still are one in heart.

    Joined in one spirit to our Head,
    where he appoints we go,
    and still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
    and do his work below.

    O may we ever walk in him,
    and nothing know beside,
    nothing desire, nothing esteem,
    but Jesus crucified!

    We all are one who him receive,
    and each with each agree,
    in him the One, the Truth, we live;
    blest point of unity!

    Partakers of the Savior's grace,
    the same in mind and heart,
    nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,
    nor life, nor death can part.

  • Blest Be the Tie That BindsWords: John Fawcett

    Blest be the tie that binds
    our hearts in Christian love;
    the fellowship of kindred minds
    is like to that above.

    Before our Father's throne
    we pour our ardent prayers;
    our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
    our comforts and our cares.

    We share each other's woes,
    our mutual burdens bear;
    and often for each other flows
    the sympathizing tear.

    When we asunder part,
    it gives us inward pain;
    but we shall still be joined in heart,
    and hope to meet again.

  • Blow Ye the Trumpet, BlowWords: Charles Wesley

    Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
    The gladly solemn sound
    let all the nations know,
    to earth's remotest bound:
    The year of jubilee is come!
    The year of jubilee is come!
    Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

    Jesus, our great high priest,
    hath full atonement made;
    ye weary spirits, rest;
    ye mournful souls, be glad:

    Extol the Lamb of God,
    the all atoning Lamb;
    redemption in his blood
    througout the world proclaim.

    Ye slaves of sin and hell,
    your liberty receive,
    and safe in Jesus dwell,
    and blest in Jesus live:

    Ye who have sold for nought
    your heritage above
    shall have it back unbought,
    the gift of Jesus' love:

    The gospel trumpet hear,
    the news of heavenly grace;
    and saved from earth, appear
    before your Savior's face:
    The year of jubilee is come!
    The year of jubilee is come!
    Return to your eternal home.

  • Bread of the WorldWords: Reginald Heber

    Bread of the world in mercy broken,
    wine of the soul in mercy shed,
    by whom the words of life were spoken,
    and in whose death our sins are dead:

    Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
    look on the tears by sinners shed;
    and be thy feast to us the token
    that by thy grace our souls are fed.

  • Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly LightWords: Johann Rist; st 1 trans. by John Troutbeck

    Break forth, O beauteous heavenly light,
    and usher in the morning;
    O shepherds, shrink not with affright,
    but hear the angel's warning.
    This child, now weak in infancy,
    our confidence and joy shall be,
    the power of Satan breaking,
    our peace eternal making.

  • Break Thou the Bread of LifeWords: Mary A. Lathbury

    Break thou the bread of life, dear Lord, to me,
    as thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
    beyond the sacred page I seek thee, Lord;
    my spirit pants for thee, O Living Word!

    Bless thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
    as thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
    then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
    and I shall find my peace, my all in all.

  • Breathe on Me, Breath of GodWords: Edwin Hatch

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    fill me with life anew,
    that I may love what thou dost love,
    and do what thou wouldst do.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    until my heart is pure,
    until with thee I will one will,
    to do and to endure.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    till I am wholly thine,
    till all this earthly part of me
    glows with thy fire divine.

    Breathe on me, Breath of God,
    so shall I never die,
    but live with thee the perfect life
    of thine eternity.

  • Calon Lân (English)Words: Daniel James

    I don't ask for a luxurious life,
    the world's gold or its fine pearls:
    I ask for a happy heart,
    an honest heart, a pure heart.

    A pure heart is full of goodness,
    More lovely than the pretty lily:
    Only a pure heart can sing -
    Sing day and night.

    If I wished worldly wealth,
    He has a swift seed;
    The riches of a virtuous, pure heart,
    Will be a perpetual profit.

    Late and early, my wish
    Rise to heavan on the wing of song,
    To God, for the sake of my Saviour,
    Give me a pure heart.

  • Calon Lân (Welsh)Words: Daniel James

    Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus,
    Aur y byd na'i berlau mân:
    Gofyn wyf am galon hapus,
    Calon onest, calon lân.

    Calon lân yn llawn daioni,
    Tecach yw na'r lili dlos:
    Dim ond calon lân all ganu-
    Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.

    Pe dymunwn olud bydol,
    Hedyn buan ganddo sydd;
    Golud calon lân, rinweddol,
    Yn dwyn bythol elw fydd.

    Hwyr a bore fy nymuniad
    Gwyd i'r nef ar edyn cân
    Ar i Dduw, er mwyn fy Ngheidwad,
    Roddi i mi galon lân.

  • Christ for the World We SingWords: Samuel Wolcott

    Christ for the world we sing,
    the world to Christ we bring,
    with loving zeal;
    the poor, and them that mourn,
    the faint and overborne,
    sinsick and sorrow-worn,
    whom Christ doth heal.

    Christ for the world we sing,
    the world to Christ we bring,
    with fervent prayer;
    the wayward and the lost,
    by restless passions tossed,
    redeemed at countless cost,
    from dark despair.

    Christ for the world we sing,
    the world to Christ we bring,
    with one accord;
    with us the work to share,
    with us reproach to dare,
    with us the cross to bear,
    for Christ our Lord.

    Christ for the world we sing,
    the world to Christ we bring,
    with joyful song;
    the newborn souls, whose days,
    reclaimed from error's ways,
    inspired with hope and praise,
    to Christ belong.

  • Christ Is Made the Sure FoundationWords: 7th cent. Latin; trans. by John Mason Neale

    Christ is made the sure foundation,
    Christ the head and cornerstone;
    chosen of the Lord and precious,
    binding all the church in one;
    holy Zion's help forever,
    and her confidence alone.

    To this temple, where we call thee,
    come, O Lord of Hosts, today!
    With thy faithful loving-kindness
    hear thy people as they pray,
    and thy fullest benediction
    shed within its walls alway.

    Here vouchsafe to all thy servants
    what they ask of thee to gain;
    what they gain from thee forever
    with the blessed to retain,
    and hereafter in thy glory
    evermore with thee to reign.

    Laud and honor to the Father,
    laud and honor to the Son,
    laud and honor to the Spirit,
    ever three and ever one;
    one in might and one in glory,
    while unending ages run.

  • Christ Jesus Lay in Death's Strong BandsWords: Martin Luther; trans. by Richard Massie

    Christ Jesus lay in death's strong bands,
    for our offenses given;
    but now at God's right hand he stands,
    and brings us life from heaven;
    wherefore let us joyful be,
    and sing to God right thankfully
    loud songs of Alleluia! Alleluia!

    It was a strange and dreadful strife
    when life and death contended;
    the victory remained wtih life;
    the reign of death was ended.
    Stripped of power, no more it reigns,
    and empty form alone remains;
    death's sting is lost forever! Alleluia!

    So let us keep the festival
    whereto the Lord invites us;
    Christ is himself the joy of all,
    the Sun that warms and lights us.
    By his grace he doth impart
    eternal sunshine to the heart;
    the night of sin is ended! Alleluia!

    Then let us feast this Easter day
    on the true bread of heaven;
    the Word of grace hath purged away
    the old and wicked leaven.
    Christ alone our souls will feed;
    he is our meat and drink indeed;
    faith lives upon no other! Alleluia!

  • Christ the Lord Is Risen TodayWords: Charles Wesley

    Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
    Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
    Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
    Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

    Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
    Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
    Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
    Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!

    Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
    Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
    Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
    Where's thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!

    Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
    Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
    Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
    Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

    Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!
    Praise to thee by both be given, Alleluia!
    Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
    Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!

    King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!
    Everlasing life is this, Alleluia!
    Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!
    Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!

  • Christ, from Whom All Blessings FlowWords: Charles Wesley

    Christ, from whom all blessings flow,
    perfecting the saints below,
    hear us, who thy nature share,
    who thy mystic body are.

    Join us, in one spirit join,
    let us still receive of thine;
    still for more on thee we call,
    thou who fillest all in all.

    Move and actuate and guide,
    diverse gifts to each divide;
    placed according to thy will,
    let us all our work fulfill;

    Never from thy service move,
    needful to each other prove;
    use the grace on each bestowed,
    tempered by the art of God.

    Many are we now, and one,
    we who Jesus have put on;
    there is neither bond nor free,
    male nor female, Lord, in thee.

    Love, like death, hath all destroyed,
    rendered all distinctions void;
    names and sects and parties fall;
    thou, O Christ, art all in all!

  • Christ, Whose Glory Fills the SkyWords: Charles Wesley

    Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
    Christ, the true, the only light,
    Sun of Righteousness, arise,
    triumph o'er the shades of night;
    Dayspring from on high, be near;
    Daystar, in my heart appear.

    Dark and cheerless is the morn
    unaccompanied by thee;
    joyless is the day's return,
    till thy mercy's beams I see;
    till they inward light impart,
    cheer my eyes and warm my heart.

    Visit then this soul of mine;
    pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
    fill me, Radiancy divine,
    scatter all my unbelief;
    more and more thyself display,
    shining to the perfect day.

  • Close to TheeWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Thou my everlasting portion,
    more than friend or life to me,
    all along my pilgrim journey,
    Savior, let me walk with thee.
    Close to thee, close to thee,
    close to thee, close to thee,
    all along my pilgrim journey,
    Savior, let me walk with thee.

    Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
    nor for fame my prayer shall be;
    gladly will I toil and suffer,
    only let me walk with thee.

    Lead me through the vale of shadows,
    bear me o'er life's fitful sea;
    then the gate of life eternal
    may I enter, Lord, with thee.

  • Colours of DayWords: Sue McClellan, John Paculabo, Keith Ryecroft

    Colours of day dawn into the mind,
    The sun has come up, the night is behind.
    Go down in the city, into the street,
    And let’s give the message to the people we meet.

    So light up the fire and let the flame burn,
    Open the door, let Jesus return.
    Take seeds of His Spirit, let the fruits grow,
    Tell the people of Jesus, let His love show.

    Go through the park, on into the town;
    The sun still shines on, it never goes down.
    The light of the world is risen again;
    The people of darkness are needing a friend.

    Open your eyes, look into the sky,
    The darkness has come, the sun came to die.
    The evening draws on, the sun disappears,
    But Jesus is living, His Spirit is near.

  • Come Down, O Love DivineWords: Bianco of Siena; trans. by Richard F. Littledale

    Come down, O Love divine,
    seek thou this soul of mine,
    and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
    O Comforter, draw near,
    within my heart appear,
    and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

    O let it freely burn,
    till earthly passions turn
    to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
    and let thy glorious light
    shine ever on my sight,
    and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

    And so the yearning strong,
    with which the soul will long,
    shall far outpass the power of human telling;
    for none can guess its grace,
    till Love create a place
    wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.

  • Come, and Let Us Sweetly JoinWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, and let us sweetly join,
    Christ to praise in hymns divine;
    give we all with one accord
    glory to our common Lord.

    Hands and hearts and voices raise,
    sing as in the ancient days;
    antedate the joys above,
    celebrate the feast of love.

    Jesus, dear expected Guest,
    thou art bidden to the feast;
    for thyself our hearts prepare;
    come, and sit, and banquet there.

    Sanctify us, Lord, and bless,
    breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace;
    thou thyself within us move,
    make our feast a feast of love.

  • Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, ComeWords: Attributed to Rhabanus Maurus, circa 800

    Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come
    From Thy bright heav’nly throne;
    Come, take possession of our souls,
    And make them all Thine own.

    Thou who art called the Paraclete,
    Best gift of God above,
    The living spring, the living fire,
    Sweet unction and true love.

    Thou who art sevenfold in Thy grace,
    Finger of God’s right hand;
    His promise, teaching little ones
    To speak and understand.

    O guide our minds with Thy blest light,
    With love our hearts inflame;
    And with Thy strength, which ne’er decays,
    Confirm our mortal frame.

    Far from us drive our deadly foe;
    True peace unto us bring;
    And through all perils lead us safe
    Beneath Thy sacred wing.

    Through Thee may we the Father know,
    Through Thee th’eternal Son,
    And Thee the Spirit of them both,
    Thrice-blessèd Three in One.

    All glory to the Father be,
    With His co-equal Son:
    The same to Thee, great Paraclete,
    While endless ages run.

  • Come, Holy Ghost, Our Hearts InspireWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
    let us thine influence prove;
    source of the old prophetic fire,
    fountain of life and love.

    Come, Holy Ghost (for moved by thee
    the prophets wrote and spoke),
    unlock the truth, thyself the key,
    unseal the sacred book.

    Expand thy wings, celestial Dove,
    brood o'er our nature's night;
    on our disordered spirits move,
    and let there now be light.

    God, through the Spirit we shall know
    if thou within us shine,
    and sound, with all thy saints below,
    the depths of love divine.

  • Come, Let Us Join Our Friends AboveWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, let us join our friends above
    who have obtained the prize,
    and on the eagle wings of love
    to joys celestial rise.
    Let saints on earth unite to sing
    with those to glory gone,
    for all the servants of our King
    in earth and heaven are one.

    One family we dwell in him,
    one church above, beneath,
    though now divided by the stream,
    the narrow stream of death;
    one army of the living God,
    to his command we bow;
    part of his host have crossed the flood,
    and part are crossing now.

    Ten thousand to their endless home
    this solemn moment fly,
    and we are to the margin come,
    and we expect to die.
    E'en now by faith we join our hands
    with those that went before,
    and greet the blood-besprinkled bands
    on the eternal shore.

    Our spirits too shall quickly join,
    like theirs with glory crowned,
    and shout to see our Captain's sign,
    to hear this trumpet sound.
    O that we now might grasp our Guide!
    O that the word were given!
    Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,
    and land us all in heaven.

  • Come, Let Us Use the Grace DivineWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, let us use the grace divine, and all with one accord,
    in a perpetual covenant join ourselves to Christ the Lord;
    Give up ourselves, thru Jesus' power, his name to glorify;
    and promise, in this sacred hour, for God to live and die.

    The covenant we this moment make be ever kept in mind;
    we will no more our God forsake, or cast these words behind.
    We never will throw off the fear of God who hears our vow;
    and if thou art well pleased to hear, come down and meet us now.

    Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, let all our hearts receive,
    present with thy celestial host the peaceful answer give;
    to each covenant the blood apply which takes our sins away,
    and register our names on high and keep us to that day!

  • Come, My Way, My Truth, My LifeWords: George Herbert

    Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
    such a way as gives us breath,
    such a truth as ends all strife,
    such a life as killeth death.

    Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
    such a light as shows a feast,
    such a feast as mends in length,
    such a strength as makes his guest.

    Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
    such a joy as none can move,
    such a love as none can part,
    such a heart as joys in love.

  • Come, Sinners, to the Gospel FeastWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,
    let every soul be Jesus' guest.
    Ye need not one be left behind,
    for God hath bid all humankind.

    Do not begin to make excuse;
    ah! do not you his grace refuse;
    your worldly cares and pleasures
    leave, and take what Jesus hath to give.

    Come and partake the gospel feast,
    be saved from sin, in Jesus rest;
    O taste the goodness of our God,
    and eat his flesh and drink his blood.

    See him set forth before your eyes;
    behold the bleeding sacrifice;
    his offered love make haste to embrace,
    and freely now be saved by grace.

    Ye who believe his record true
    shall sup with him and he with you;
    come to the feast, be saved from sin,
    for Jesus waits to take you in.

  • Come, Thou Almighty KingWords: Anonymous

    Come, thou almighty King,
    help us thy name to sing,
    help us to praise!
    Father all glorious,
    o'er all victorious,
    come and reign over us, Ancient of Days!

    Come, thou incarnate Word,
    gird on thy mighty sword,
    our prayer attend!
    Come, and thy people bless,
    and give thy word success,
    Spirit of holiness, on us descend!

    Come, holy Comforter,
    thy sacred witness bear
    in this glad hour.
    Thou who almighty art,
    now rule in every heart,
    and ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power!

    To thee, great One in Three,
    eternal praises be,
    hence, evermore.
    Thy sovereign majesty
    may we in glory see,
    and to eternity love and adore!

  • Come, Thou Fount of Every BlessingWords: Robert Robinson

    Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
    tune my heart to sing thy grace;
    streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
    mount of thy redeeming love.

    Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
    hither by thy help I'm come;
    and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
    safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    wandering from the fold of God;
    he, to rescue me from danger,
    interposed his precious blood.

    O to grace how great a debtor
    daily I'm constrained to be!
    Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
    bind my wandering heart to thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
    prone to leave the God I love;
    here's my heart, O take and seal it,
    seal it for thy courts above.

  • Come, Thou Long-Expected JesusWords: Charles Wesley

    Come, thou long expected Jesus,
    born to set thy people free;
    from our fears and sins release us,
    let us find our rest in thee.
    Israel's strength and consolation,
    hope of all the earth thou art;
    dear desire of every nation,
    joy of every longing heart.

    Born thy people to deliver,
    born a child and yet a King,
    born to reign in us forever,
    now thy gracious kingdom bring.
    By thine own eternal spirit
    rule in all our hearts alone;
    by thine all sufficient merit,
    raise us to thy glorious throne.

  • Come, We That Love the LordWords: Isaac Watts

    Come, we that love the Lord,
    and let our joys be known;
    join in a song with sweet accord,
    and thus surround the throne.

    Let those refuse to sing
    who never knew our God;
    but children of the heavenly King
    may speak their joys abroad.

    The hill of Zion yields
    a thousand sacred sweets
    before we reach the heavenly fields,
    or walk the golden streets.

    Then let our songs abound,
    and every tear be dry;
    we're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
    to fairer worlds on high.

  • Come, Ye DisconsolateWords: Thomas Moore; alt. by Thomas Hastings

    Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish.
    come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
    Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
    earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

    Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
    hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
    Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
    Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

    Here see the bread of life; waters flowing
    forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
    Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
    earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

  • Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the StrainWords: John of Damascus; trans. by John Mason Neale

    Come, ye faithful, raise the strain of triumphant gladness;
    God hath brought forth Israel into joy from sadness;
    Loosed from Pharaoh’s bitter yoke Jacob’s sons and daughters,
    Led them with unmoistened foot through the Red Sea waters.

    ’Tis the spring of souls today; Christ has burst His prison,
    And from three days’ sleep in death as a sun hath risen;
    All the winter of our sins, long and dark, is flying
    From His light, to Whom we give laud and praise undying.

    Now the queen of seasons, bright with the day of splendor,
    With the royal feast of feasts, comes its joy to render;
    Comes to glad Jerusalem, who with true affection
    Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus’ resurrection.

    Neither might the gates of death, nor the tomb’s dark portal,
    Nor the watchers, nor the seal hold Thee as a mortal;
    But today amidst the twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing
    That Thy peace which evermore passeth human knowing.

    “Alleluia!” now we cry to our King immortal,
    Who, triumphant, burst the bars of the tomb’s dark portal;
    “Alleluia!” with the Son, God the Father praising,
    “Alleluia!” yet again to the Spirit raising.

  • Come, Ye Thankful People, ComeWords: Henry Alford

    Come, ye thankful people, come,
    raise the song of harvest home;
    all is safely gathered in,
    ere the winter storms begin.
    God our Maker doth provide
    for our wants to be supplied;
    come to God's own temple, come,
    raise the song of harvest home.

    All the world is God's own field,
    fruit as praise to God we yield;
    wheat and tares together sown
    are to joy or sorrow grown;
    first the blade and then the ear,
    then the full corn shall appear;
    Lord of harvest, grant that we
    wholesome grain and pure may be.

    For the Lord our God shall come,
    and shall take the harvest home;
    from the field shall in that day
    all offenses purge away,
    giving angels charge at last
    in the fire the tares to cast;
    but the fruitful ears to store
    in the garner evermore.

    Even so, Lord, quickly come,
    bring thy final harvest home;
    gather thou thy people in,
    free from sorrow, free from sin,
    there, forever purified,
    in thy presence to abide;
    come, with all thine angels, come,
    raise the glorious harvest home.

  • Count Your BlessingsWords: Johnson Oatman, Jr.

    When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
    When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
    Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
    And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

    Count your blessings, name them one by one,
    Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
    Count your blessings, name them one by one,
    And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

    Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
    Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
    Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
    And you will keep singing as the days go by.


    When you look at others with their lands and gold,
    Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
    Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy
    Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.


    So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
    Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
    Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
    Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.


  • Crossing The BarWords: Alfred Tennyson, 1889

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar
    When I put out to sea,
    But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out
    the boundless deep
    Turns again home.


    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell
    When I embark;
    For though from out our bourne of time and place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crossed the bar.

  • Crown Him with Many CrownsWords: Matthew Bridges and Godfrey Thring

    Crown him with many crowns,
    the Lamb upon his throne,
    Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
    all music but its own.
    Awake, my soul, and sing
    of him who died for thee,
    and hail him as thy matchless King
    through all eternity.

    Crown him the Lord of life,
    who triumphed o'er the grave,
    and rose victorious in the strife
    for those he came to save.
    His glories now we sing,
    who died, and rose on high,
    who died, eternal life to bring,
    and lives that death may die.

    Crown him the Lord of peace,
    whose power a scepter sways
    from pole to pole, that wars may cease,
    and all be prayer and praise.
    His reign shall know no end,
    and round his pierced feet
    fair flowers of paradise extend
    their fragrance ever sweet.

    Crown him the Lord of love;
    behold his hands and side,
    those wounds, yet visible above,
    in beauty glorified.
    All hail, Redeemer, hail!
    For thou hast died for me;
    thy praise and glory shall not fail
    throughout eternity.

  • Day by DayWords: Lina Sandell; Translated by A. L. Skoog

    Day by day, and with each passing moment,
    Strength I find to meet my trials here;
    Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
    I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
    He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
    Gives unto each day what He deems best,
    Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
    Mingling toil with peace and rest.

    Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
    With a special mercy for each hour;
    All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
    He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
    The protection of His child and treasure
    Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
    “As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
    This the pledge to me He made.

    Help me then, in every tribulation,
    So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
    That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
    Offered me within Thy holy Word.
    Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
    E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
    One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
    Till with Christ the Lord I stand.

  • Day Is Dying in the WestWords: Mary A. Lathbury

    Day is dying in the west;
    heaven is touching earth with rest;
    wait and worship while the night
    sets the evening lamps alight
    through all the sky.
    Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts!
    Heaven and earth are full of thee!
    Heaven and earth are praising thee,
    O Lord most high!

    Lord of life, beneath the dome
    of the universe, thy home,
    gather us who seek thy face
    to the fold of thy embrace,
    for thou art nigh.

    While the deepening shadows fall,
    heart of love enfolding all,
    through the glory and the grace
    of the stars that veil thy face,
    our hearts ascend.

    When forever from our sight
    pass the stars, the day, the night,
    Lord of angels, on our eyes
    let eternal morning rise
    and shadows end.

  • Dear Jesus, in Whose Life I SeeWords: John Hunter

    Dear Jesus, in whose life I see
    all that I would, but fail to be,
    let thy clear light forever shine,
    to shame and guide this life of mine.

    Though what I dream and what I do
    in my weak days are always two,
    help me, oppressed by things undone,
    O thou whose deeds and dreams were one!

  • Dear Lord and Father of MankindWords: John Greenleaf Whittier

    Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
    forgive our foolish ways;
    reclothe us in our rightful mind,
    in purer lives thy service find,
    in deeper reverence, praise.

    In simple trust like theirs who heard,
    beside the Syrian sea,
    the gracious calling of the Lord,
    let us, like them, without a word,
    rise up and follow thee.

    O sabbath rest by Galilee,
    O calm of hills above,
    where Jesus knelt to share with thee
    the silence of eternity,
    interpreted by love!

    Drop thy still dews of quietness,
    till all our strivings cease;
    take from our souls the strain and stress,
    and let our ordered lives confess
    the beauty of thy peace.

    Breathe through the heats of our desire
    thy coolness and thy balm;
    let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
    speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
    O still, small voice of calm.

  • Death Is Only A DreamWords: Charles W. Ray, 1892

    Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath,
    As we stand by the mystical stream
    In the valley and by the
    Dark river of death,
    And yet 'tis no more than a dream.


    Only a dream, only a dream
    Of glory beyond the dark stream,
    How peaceful the slumber,
    How happy the waking,
    For death is only a dream.


    Why should we weep when the weary ones rest,
    In the bosom of Jesus supreme;
    In the mansions of glory
    Prepared for the blest?
    For death is no more than a dream.




    Naught in the river the saints should appall,
    Tho it frightfully dismal my seem,
    In the arms of their Savior
    No ill can befall,
    They find it no more than a dream.




    Over the turbid and onrushing tide
    Doth the light of eternity gleam,
    And the ransomed the darkness
    And storm shall outride,
    To wake with glad smiles from their dream.



  • Depth of MercyWords: Charles Wesley

    Depth of mercy! Can there be
    mercy still reserved for me?
    Can my God his wrath forbear,
    me, the chief of sinners, spare?

    I have long withstood his grace,
    long provoked him to his face,
    would not hearken to his calls,
    grieved him by a thousand falls.

    I my Master have denied,
    I afresh have crucified,
    oft profaned his hallowed name,
    put him to an open shame.

    There for me the Savior stands,
    shows his wounds and spreads his hands.
    God is love! I know, I feel;
    Jesus weeps and loves me still.

    Now incline me to repent,
    let me now my sins lament,
    now my foul revolt deplore,
    weep, believe, and sin no more.

  • Do Not Be AfraidWords by Gerard Markland

    Do not be afraid, for I have redeemed you.
    I have called you by your name; you are Mine.

    When you walk through the waters I’ll be with you;
    you will never sink beneath the waves.
    Do not be afraid ...

    When the fire is burning all around you,
    you will never be consumed by the flames.
    Do not be afraid ...

    When the fear of loneliness is looming,
    then remember I am at your side.
    Do not be afraid ...

    When you dwell in the exile of the stranger,
    remember you are precious in My eyes.
    Do not be afraid ...

    You are Mine, O My child; I am your Father,
    and I love you with a perfect love.
    Do not be afraid ...

  • Down in the ValleyWords: Will­iam O. Cush­ing, 1878

    Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
    Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
    Everywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on,
    Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won.

    Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
    Anywhere, everywhere, I would follow on!
    Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
    Everywhere He leads me I would follow on!

    Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
    Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
    With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear,
    Danger cannot fright me if my Lord is near.


    Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
    Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;
    He will lead me safely in the path that He has trod,
    Up to where they gather on the hills of God.


  • End Of The RoadWords: A. H. Ackley

    When I come to the end of the long, long road,
    The shadows will flee away,
    And I’ll stand in the glorious light of God,
    Where dwelleth eternal day.

    When I come to the end, the end of the road,
    To the land of eternity,
    When I come to the end of life’s long road,
    The face of my Lord I’ll see.

    Looking back o’er the years that were hard and drear,
    The hand of the Christ I’ll see;
    While my heart will go forth with a song of praise,
    Because of His love for me.


    When I come to the end of the long, long road,
    And trials will all be past,
    I shall look in the face of my dearest Friend,
    Safe home in His Heav’n at last.


  • Eternal Father Strong To SaveWords: Will­iam Whit­ing, 1860

    Eternal Father, strong to save,
    Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
    Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
    Its own appointed limits keep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
    And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
    Who walked on the foaming deep,
    And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
    Upon the chaos dark and rude,
    And bid its angry tumult cease,
    And give, for wild confusion, peace;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Trinity of love and power!
    Our family shield in danger's hour;
    From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
    Protect us wheresoever we go;
    Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
    Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

  • Face To Face With Christ My SaviourWords: Car­rie E. Breck, 1898

    Face to face with Christ my Saviour,
    Face to face - what will it be,
    When with rapture I behold Him,
    Jesus Christ, who died for me?

Face to face shall I behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by!

    Only faintly now I see Him,
    With the darkening veil between,
    But a blessed day is coming,
    When His glory shall be seen.


    What rejoicing in His presence,
    When are banished grief and pain
    When the crooked ways are straightened,
    And the dark things shall be plain!


    Face to face! O! blissful moment!
    Face to face - to see and know;
    Face to face with my Redeemer,
    Jesus Christ, who loves me so.

  • Fairest Lord JesusWords: Munster Gesangbuch; trans. by Joseph August Seiss

    Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature,
    O thou of God and man the Son,
    Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
    thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.

    Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
    robed in the blooming garb of spring:
    Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer
    who makes the woeful heart to sing.

    Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
    and all the twinkling starry host:
    Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
    than all the angels heaven can boast.

    Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
    Son of God and Son of Man!
    Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
    now and forevermore be thine.

  • Fairest Of All The Earth BesideWords: Manie P. Ferguson

    Fairest of all the earth beside,
    Chiefest of all unto Thy bride,
    Fullness divine in Thee I see,
    Wonderful Man of Calvary!

    That Man of Calvary
Has won my heart from me,

    And died to set me free,
Blest Man of Calvary!

    Granting the sinner life and peace,
    Granting the captive sweet release;
    Shedding His blood to make us free,
    Merciful Man of Calvary!


    Giving the gifts obtained for men,
    Pouring out love beyond our ken,
    Giving us spotless purity,
    Bountiful Man of Calvary!


    Comfort of all my earthly way,
    Jesus I'll meet Thee some sweet day;
    Center of glory Thee I'll see,
    Wonderful Man of Calvary!


  • Faith of Our FathersWords: Frederick W. Faber

    Faith of our fathers, living still,
    in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
    O how our hearts beat high
    with joy whene'er we hear that glorious word!
    Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
    We will be true to thee till death.

    Faith of our fathers, we will strive
    to win all nations unto thee;
    and through the truth that comes from God,
    we all shall then be truly free.

    Faith of our fathers, we will love
    both friend and foe in all our strife;
    and preach thee, too, as love knows
    how by kindly words and virtuous life.

  • Father I Place into Your HandsWords: Jenny Hewer

    Father, I place into Your hands
    The things that I can’t do.
    Father, I place into Your hands
    The times that I’ve been through.
    Father, I place into Your hands
    The way that I should go,
    For I know I always can trust You.

    Father, I place into Your hands
    My friends and family.
    Father, I place into Your hands
    the things that trouble me.
    Father, I place into Your hands
    The person I should be,
    For I know I always can trust You.

    Father, we love to seek Your face,
    We love to hear Your voice.
    Father, we love to sing Your praise,
    And in Your name rejoice.
    Father, we love to walk with You
    And in Your presence rest,
    For we know we always can trust You.

    Father, I want to be with You
    And do the things You do.
    Father I want to speak the words
    That You are speaking too.
    Father, I want to love the ones
    That You will draw to You,
    For I know that I am one with You

  • Father In High Heaven DwellingWords: George Rawson

    Father in high Heaven dwelling,
    May our evening song be telling
    Of Thy mercy large and free:
    Through the day Thy love hath fed us,
    Through the day Thy care hath led us
    With divinest charity.

    This day’s sins, O pardon, Savior,
    Evil thoughts, perverse behavior,
    Envy, pride, and vanity;
    From the world, the flesh, deliver,
    Save us now, and save us ever,
    O Lamb of Calvary!

    From enticements of the devil,
    From the might of spirits evil,
    Be our shield and panoply:
    Let Thy pow’r this night defend us,
    And a heavenly peace attend us,
    And angelic company.

    While the night dews are distilling,
    Holy Ghost, each heart be filling
    With Thine own serenity:
    Softly let our eyes be closing
    Loving souls on Thee reposing,
    Ever blessèd Trinity.

  • Fight The Good FightWords: John S. B. Monsell

    Fight the good fight with all thy might,
    Christ is thy Strength, and Christ thy Right;
    Lay hold on life, and it shall be
    Thy joy and crown eternally.

    Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
    Lift up thine eyes, and seek His Face
    Life with its way before us lies,
    Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.

    Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide,
    His boundless mercy will provide;
    Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove,
    Christ is its life, and Christ is love.

    Faint not nor fear, His Arms are near,
    He changeth not, and thou art dear;
    Only believe, and thou shalt see
    That Christ is all in all to thee.

  • Follow Me Follow MeWords: Michael Cockett

    Follow me, follow me,
    leave your home and family,
    leave your fishing nets and boats upon the shore.
    Leave the seed that you have sown,
    leave the crops that you have grown,
    leave the poeple you have known and follow me.

    The foxes have their holes,
    and the swallows have their nests,
    but the son of man
    has no place to lay down.
    I do not offer comfort,
    I do not offer wealth,
    but in me will all happiness be found.

    If you would follow me,
    you must leave old ways behind.
    You must take my cross
    and follow on my path.
    You may be far from loved ones,
    you may be far from home,
    but my father will welcome you at last.

    Although I go away
    you will never be alone.
    for the spirit will be
    there to comfort you.
    Though all of you may scatter,
    each follow his own path,
    still the spirit of love will lead you home.

  • For All The SaintsWords: William W. How

    For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
    who thee by faith before the world confessed,
    thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

    Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;
    thou Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight;
    thou in the darkness drear, their one true light.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

    O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
    fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
    and win with them the victor's crown of gold.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

    O blest communion, fellowship divine!
    We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
    yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

    And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
    steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
    and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

    From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
    through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
    singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

  • For the Beauty of the EarthWords: Folliot S. Pierpoint

    For the beauty of the earth,
    for the glory of the skies,
    for the love which from our birth
    over and around us lies;
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

    For the beauty of each hour
    of the day and of the night,
    hill and vale, and tree and flower,
    sun and moon, and stars of light;
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

    For the joy of ear and eye,
    for the heart and mind's delight,
    for the mystic harmony,
    linking sense to sound and sight;
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

    For the joy of human love,
    brother, sister, parent, child,
    friends on earth and friends above,
    for all gentle thoughts and mild;
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

    For thy church, that evermore
    lifteth holy hands above,
    offering upon every shore
    her pure sacrifice of love;
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

    For thyself, best Gift Divine,
    to the world so freely given,
    for that great, great love of thine,
    peace on earth, and joy in heaven:
    Lord of all, to thee we raise
    this our hymn of grateful praise.

  • For Those In Peril On The SeaWords: William Whiting, 1860

    Eternal Father, strong to save,
    Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
    Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
    Its own appointed limits keep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
    And hushed their raging at Thy Word,
    Who walked on the foaming deep,
    And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
    Upon the chaos dark and rude,
    And bid its angry tumult cease,
    And give, for wild confusion, peace;
    Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
    For those in peril on the sea!

    O Trinity of love and power!
    Our family shield in danger's hour;
    From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
    Protect us wheresoever we go;
    Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
    Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

  • Forth in Thy Name, O LordWords: Charles Wesley

    Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go,
    my daily labor to pursue;
    thee, only thee, resolved to know
    in all I think or speak or do.

    The task thy wisdom hath assigned,
    O let me cheerfully fulfill;
    in all my works thy presence find,
    and prove thy good and perfect will.

    Thee may I set at my right hand,
    whose eyes mine in-most substance see,
    and labor on at thy command,
    and offer all my works to thee.

    For thee delightfully employ
    what e'er thy bounteous grace hath given;
    and run my course with even joy,
    and closely walk with thee to heaven.

  • Forward Through the AgesWords: Frederick Lucian Hosmer

    Forward through the ages, in unbroken line,
    move the faithful spirits at the call divine;
    gifts in differing measure, hearts of one accord,
    manifold the service, one the sure reward.
    Forward through the ages, in unbroken line,
    move the faithful spirits at the call divine.

    Wider grows the kingdom, reign of love and light;
    for it we must labor, till our faith is sight.
    Prophets have proclaimed it, martyrs testified,
    poets sung its glory, heroes for it died.

    Not alone we conquer, not alone we fall;
    in each loss or triumph lose or triumph all.
    Bound by God's far purpose in one living whole,
    move we on together to the shining goal.

  • From All That Dwell Below the SkiesWords: Sts. 1-2, Isaac Watts; Sts. 3-4, Anonymous

    From all that dwell below the skies,
    let the Creator's praise arise;
    let the Redeemer's name be sung,
    through every land by every tongue.

    Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
    eternal truth attends thy word.
    Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
    till suns shall rise and set no more.

    Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
    in songs of praise divinely sing;
    the great salvation loud proclaim,
    and shout for joy the Savior's name.

    In every land begin the song;
    to every land the strains belong;
    in cheerful sounds all voices raise,
    and fill the world with loudest praise.

  • Gentle Jesus, Meek And MildWords: Charles Wesley

    Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
    Look upon a little child;
    Pity my simplicity,
    Suffer me to come to Thee.

    Fain I would to Thee be brought;
    Blessed Lord, forbid it not;
    In the Kingdom of Thy grace,
    Give a little child a place.

    Lamb of God, I look to Thee;
    Thou shalt my example be;
    Thou art gentle, meek and mild,
    Thou wast once a little child.

    Fain I would be as Thou art;
    Give me Thy obedient heart;
    Thou art pitiful and kind,
    Let me have Thy loving mind.

    Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
    In Thy gracious hands I am;
    Make me, Saviour, what Thou art,
    Live Thyself within my heart.

  • Give Me Joy In My Heart (Sing Hosanna)Traditional

    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising.
    Give me joy in my heart, I pray.
    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,
    Keep me praising till the break of day.

    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King of kings.
    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King.

    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting.
    Give me peace in my heart, I pray.
    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting,
    Keep me resting till the break of day.

    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving.
    Give me love in my heart, I pray.
    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving,
    Keep me serving till the break of day.

  • Give Me Oil In My Lamp (Sing Hosanna)Traditional

    Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning.
    Give me oil in my lamp, I pray.
    Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning,
    Keep me burning till the break of day.

    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King of kings.
    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King.

    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising.
    Give me joy in my heart, I pray.
    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,
    Keep me praising till the break of day.

    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting.
    Give me peace in my heart, I pray.
    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting,
    Keep me resting till the break of day.

    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving.
    Give me love in my heart, I pray.
    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving,
    Keep me serving till the break of day.

  • Give Me the Faith Which Can RemoveWords: Charles Wesley

    Give me the faith which can remove
    and sink the mountain to a plain;
    give me the childlike praying love,
    which longs to build thy house again;
    thy love, let it my heart o'er-power,
    and all my simple soul devour.

    I would the precious time redeem,
    and longer live for this along,
    to spend and to be spent for them
    who have not yet my Savior known;
    fully on these my mission prove,
    and only breathe, to breathe thy love.

    My talents, gifts, and graces, Lord,
    into thy blessed hands receive;
    and let me live to preach thy word,
    and let me to thy glory live;
    my every sacred moment spend
    in publishing the sinner's Friend.

    Enlarge, inflame, and fill my heart
    with boundless charity divine,
    so shall I all my strength exert,
    and love them with a zeal like thine,
    and lead them to thy open side,
    the sheep for whom the Shepherd died.

  • Give to the Winds Thy FearsWords: Paul Gerhardt; trans. by John Wesley

    Give to the winds thy fears;
    hope and be undismayed.
    God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
    God shall lift up thy head.

    Through waves and clouds and storms,
    God gently clears the way;
    wait thou God's time; so shall this night
    soon end in joyous day.

    Leave to God's sovereign sway
    to choose and to command;
    so shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
    how wise, how strong this hand.

    Let us in life, in death,
    thy steadfast truth declare,
    and publish with our latest breath
    thy love and guardian care.

  • Glorious Things of Thee Are SpokenWords: John Newton

    Glorious things of thee are spoken,
    Zion, city of our God;
    God, whose word cannot be broken,
    formed thee for his own abode.
    On the Rock of Ages founded,
    what can shake thy sure repose?
    With salvation's walls surrounded,
    thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

    See, the streams of living waters,
    springing from eternal love,
    well supply thy sons and daughters,
    and all fear of want remove.
    Who can faint while such a river
    ever will their thirst assuage?
    Grace which like the Lord, the giver,
    never fails from age to age.

    Round each habitation hovering,
    see the cloud and fire appear
    for a glory and a covering,
    showing that the Lord is near!
    Thus deriving from our banner
    light by night and shade by day,
    safe we feed upon the manna
    which God gives us when we pray.

    Blest inhabitants of Zion,
    washed in our Redeemer's blood;
    Jesus, whom our souls rely on,
    makes us monarchs, priests to God.
    Us, by his great love, he raises,
    rulers over self to reign,
    and as priests his solemn praises
    we for thankful offering bring.

  • Go to Dark GethsemaneWords: James Montgomery

    Go to dark Gethsemane,
    ye that feel the tempter's power;
    your Redeemer's conflict see,
    watch with him one bitter hour.
    Turn not from his griefs away;
    learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

    See him at the judgment hall,
    beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned;
    O the wormwood and the gall!
    O the pangs his soul sustained!
    Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
    learn of Christ to bear the cross.

    Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
    there, adoring at his feet,
    mark that miracle of time,
    God's own sacrifice complete.
    It is finished! hear him cry;
    learn of Jesus Christ to die.

    Early hasten to the tomb
    where they laid his breathless clay;
    all is solitude and gloom.
    Who has taken him away?
    Christ is risen! He meets our eyes;
    Savior, teach us so to rise.

  • God Be In My HeadWords: Sarum Primer, 1558

    God be in my head, and in my understanding;
    God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
    God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
    God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
    God be at mine end, and at my departing.

  • God Be With YouWords: Jeremiah Eames Rankin, 1880

    God be with you till we meet again;
    By His counsels guide, uphold you,
    With His sheep securely fold you;
    God be with you till we meet again.


    Till we meet, till we meet,
    (Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet)
    Till we meet at Jesus’ feet; (till we meet)
    Till we meet, till we meet,
    (Till we meet, till we meet again)
    God be with you till we meet again.


    God be with you till we meet again;
    ‘Neath His wings protecting hide you,
    Daily manna still provide you;
    God be with you till we meet again.


    God be with you till we meet again;
    When life’s perils thick confound you,
    Put His arms unfailing ‘round you;
    God be with you till we meet again.


    God be with you till we meet again;
    Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
    Smite death’s threat’ning wave before you;
    God be with you till we meet again.

  • God of Love and God of PowerWords: Gerald H. Kennedy

    God of love and God of power,
    grant us in this burning hour
    grace to ask these gifts of thee,
    daring hearts and spirits free.
    God of love and God of power,
    thou hast called us for this hour.

    We are not the first to be
    banished by our fears from thee;
    give us courage, let us hear
    heaven's trumpets ringing clear.

    All our lives belong to thee,
    thou our final loyalty;
    slaves are we whene'er we share
    that devotion anywhere.

    God of love and God of power,
    make us worthy of this hour;
    offering lives if it's thy will,
    keeping free our spirits still.

  • God of the AgesWords: Daniel C. Roberts

    God of the ages, whose almighty hand
    leads forth in beauty all the starry band
    of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
    our grateful songs before thy throne arise.

    Thy love divine hath led us in the past;
    in this free land with thee our lot is cast;
    be thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay,
    thy Word our law, thy paths our chosen way.

    From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence,
    be thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
    thy true religion in our hearts increase;
    thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

    Refresh thy people on their toilsome way;
    lead us from night to never-ending day;
    fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
    and glory, laud, and praise be ever thine.

  • God Will Take Care of YouWords: Civilla D. Martin

    Be not dismayed whate'er betide,
    God will take care of you;
    beneath his wings of love abide,
    God will take care of you.

    Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
    God will take care of you;
    when dangers fierce your path assail,
    God will take care of you.

    All you may need he will provide,
    God will take care of you;
    nothing you ask will be denied,
    God will take care of you.

    No matter what may be the test,
    God will take care of you;
    lean, weary one, upon his breast,
    God will take care of you.

  • God, That Madest Earth and HeavenWords: Reginald Heber (st 1); Frederick Lucian Hosmer (st 2)

    God, that madest earth and heaven,
    darkness and light,
    who the day for toil hast given,
    for rest the night:
    may thine angel guards defend us,
    slumber sweet thy mercy send us;
    holy dreams and hopes attend us,
    this livelong night.

    When the constant sun returning
    unseals our eyes,
    may we, born anew like morning,
    to labor rise.
    Gird us for the task that calls us,
    let not ease and self enthrall us,
    strong through thee whate'er befall us,
    O God most wise!

  • Going HomeWords: William Arms Fisher and Ken Bible

    Going home, going home,
    I'm just going home.
    Quiet-like, slip away-
    I'll be going home.
    It's not far, just close by;
    Jesus is the Door;
    Work all done, laid aside,
    Fear and grief no more.
    Friends are there, waiting now.
    He is waiting, too.
    See His smile! See His hand!
    He will lead me through.

    Morning Star lights the way;
    Restless dream all done;
    Shadows gone, break of day,
    Life has just begun.
    Every tear wiped away,
    Pain and sickness gone;
    Wide awake there with Him!
    Peace goes on and on!
    Going home, going home,
    I'll be going home.
    See the Light! See the Sun!
    I'm just going home.

  • Grace Greater than Our SinWords: Julia H. Johnston

    Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
    grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
    Yonder on Calvary's mount outpoured,
    there where the blood of the Lamb was spilt.
    Grace, grace, God's grace,
    grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
    grace, grace, God's grace,
    grace that is greater than all our sin!

    Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
    threaten the soul with infinite loss;
    grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
    points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

    Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
    What can avail to wash it away?
    Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
    brighter than snow you may be today.

    Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
    freely bestowed on all who believe!
    You that are longing to see his face,
    will you this moment his grace receive?

  • Great Is The Gospel Of Our Glorious GodWords: Vernon Higham

    Great is the gospel of our glorious God,
    Where mercy met the anger of God’s rod;
    A penalty was paid and pardon bought,
    And sinners lost at last to Him were brought:

    O let the praises of my heart be Thine,
    For Christ has died that I may call Him mine,
    That I may sing with those who dwell above,
    Adoring, praising Jesus, King of love.

    Great is the mystery of godliness,
    Great is the work of God’s own holiness;
    It moves my soul, and causes me to long
    For greater joys than to the earth belong:

    The Spirit vindicated Christ our Lord,
    And angels sang with joy and sweet accord;
    The nations heard, a dark world flamed with light-
    When Jesus rose in glory and in might:

  • Great Is Thy Faithfulness!Words: Thomas O. Chisholm, 1923

    Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
    There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
    Thou changest not, Thy compassion's, they fail not;
    As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

    Great is Thy faithfulness!
    Great is Thy faithfulness!
    Morning by morning new mercies I see.
    All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
    Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

    Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
    Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
    Join with all nature in manifold witness
    To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

    Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
    Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
    Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
    Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

  • Guide Me, O Thou Great JehovahWords: William Williams; trans. from the Welsh by Peter Williams and the author

    Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
    pilgrim through this barren land.
    I am weak, but thou art mighty;
    hold me with thy powerful hand.
    Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
    feed me till I want no more;
    feed me till I want no more.

    Open now the crystal fountain,
    whence the healing stream doth flow;
    let the fire and cloudy pillar
    lead me all my journey through.
    Strong deliverer, strong deliverer,
    be thou still my strength and shield;
    be thou still my strength and shield.

    When I tread the verge of Jordan,
    bid my anxious fears subside;
    death of death and hell's destruction,
    land me safe on Canaan's side.
    Songs of praises, songs of praises,
    I will ever give to thee;
    I will ever give to thee.

  • Hail Glorious Saint PatrickWords: Sister Agnes

    Hail, glorious Saint Patrick, dear saint of our isle,
    on us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
    and now thou art high in the mansions above,
    on Erin’s green valleys look down in they love.

    On Erin’s green valleys,
    on Erin’s green valleys,
    on Erin’s green valleys look down on thy love.

    Hail, glorious Saint Patrick! Thy words were once strong
    against Satan’s wiles and an infidel throng;
    not less is thy might where in heaven thou art;
    O, come to our aid, in our battle take part.

    In the war against sin, in the fight for the faith,
    dear saint, may thy children resist unto death;
    may their strength be in meekness, in penance, in prayer,
    their banner the Cross which they glory to bear.

    Thy people,now exiles on many a shore,
    shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
    and the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
    its warmth undeminished, undying its light.

    Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
    where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
    and our hearts shall yet burn, wheresoever we roam,
    for God and Saint Patrick, and our native home.

  • Hail to the Lord's AnnointedWords: James Montgomery

    Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
    great David's greater Son!
    Hail in the time appointed,
    his reign on earth begun!
    He comes to break oppression,
    to set the captive free;
    to take away transgression,
    and rule in equity.

    He comes with succor speedy
    to those who suffer wrong;
    to help the poor and needy,
    and bid the weak be strong;
    to give them songs for sighing,
    their darkness turn to light,
    whose souls, condemned and dying,
    are precious in his sight.

    He shall come down like showers
    upon the fruitful earth;
    love, joy, and hope, like flowers,
    spring in his path to birth.
    Before him on the mountains,
    shall peace, the herald, go,
    and righteousness, in fountains,
    from hill to valley flow.

    To him shall prayer unceasing
    and daily vows ascend;
    his kingdom still increasing,
    a kingdom without end.
    The tide of time shall never
    his covenant remove;
    his name shall stand forever;
    that name to us is love.

  • Hail, Thou Once Despised JesusWords: Attr. to John Bakewell and Martin Madan

    Hail, thou once despised Jesus!
    Hail, thou Galilean King!
    Thou didst suffer to release us;
    thou didst free salvation bring.
    Hail, thou universal Savior,
    who hast borne our sin and shame!
    By thy merits we find favor;
    life is given through thy name.

    Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
    all our sins on thee were laid;
    by almighty love anointed,
    thou hast full atonement made.
    Every sin may be forgiven
    through the virtue of thy blood;
    opened is the gate of heaven,
    reconciled are we with God.

    Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
    there forever to abide;
    all the heavenly hosts adore thee,
    seated at thy Father's side.
    There for sinners thou art pleading;
    there thou dost our place prepare;
    thou for saints art interceding
    till in glory they appear.

    Worship, honor, power, and blessing
    Christ is worthy to receive;
    loudest praises, without ceasing,
    right it is for us to give.
    Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
    bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
    help to sing of Jesus' merits,
    help to chant Emmanuel's praise!

  • Hallelujah! What a SaviorWords: Philip P. Bliss

    Man of Sorrows! what a name
    for the Son of God, who came
    ruined sinners to reclaim.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
    in my place condemned he stood;
    sealed my pardon with his blood.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
    spotless Lamb of God was he;
    full atonement can it be?
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    Lifted up was he to die;
    It is finished! was his cry;
    now in heaven exalted high.
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

    When he comes, our glorious King,
    all his ransomed home to bring,
    then anew this song we'll sing:
    Hallelujah! What a Savior!

  • Happy the Home When God Is ThereWords: Henry Ware, Jr.

    Happy the home when God is there,
    and love fills every breast;
    when one their wish, and one their prayer,
    and one their heavenly rest.

    Happy the home where Jesus' name
    is sweet to every ear;
    where children early speak his fame,
    and parents hold him dear.

    Happy the home where prayer is heard,
    and praise is wont to rise;
    where parents love the sacred Word
    and all its wisdom prize.

    Lord, let us in our homes agree
    this blessed peace to gain;
    unite our hearts in love to thee,
    and love to all will reign.

  • Hark! the Herald Angels SingWords: Charles Wesley; alt. by George Whitefield and others

    Hark! the herald angels sing,
    Glory to the new born King,
    peace on earth, and mercy mild,
    God and sinners reconciled!
    Joyful, all ye nations rise,
    join the triumph of the skies;
    with th' angelic host proclaim,
    Christ is born in Bethlehem!
    Hark! the herald angels sing,
    Glory to the new born King!

    Christ, by highest heaven adored;
    Christ, the everlasting Lord;
    late in time behold him come,
    offspring of a virgin's womb.
    Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
    hail th' incarnate Deity,
    pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
    Jesus, our Emmanuel.
    Hark! the herald angels sing,
    Glory to the new born King!

    Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
    Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
    Light and life to all he brings,
    risen with healing in his wings.
    Mild he lays his glory by,
    born that we no more may die,
    born to raise us from the earth,
    born to give us second birth.
    Hark! the herald angels sing,
    Glory to the new born King!

  • Have Thine Own Way, LordWords: Adelaide A. Pollard

    Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
    Thou art the potter, I am the clay.
    Mold me and make me after thy will,
    while I am waiting, yielded and still.

    Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
    Search me and try me, Savior today!
    Wash me just now, Lord, wash me just now,
    as in thy presence humbly I bow.

    Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
    Wounded and weary, help me I pray!
    Power, all power, surely is thine!
    Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!

    Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
    Hold o'er my being absolute sway.
    Fill with thy Spirit till all shall see
    Christ only, always, living in me!

  • He Leadeth Me: O Blessed ThoughtWords: Joseph H. Gilmore

    He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
    O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
    Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
    still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

    Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
    sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
    by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
    still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

    Lord, I would place my hand in thine,
    nor ever murmur nor repine;
    content, whatever lot I see,
    since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

    And when my task on earth is done,
    when by thy grace the victory's won,
    e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
    since God through Jordan leadeth me.

  • He Who Would Valiant BeWords: John Bunyan

    He who would valiant be
    ‘gainst all disaster,
    Let him in constancy
    follow the Master
    There’s no discouragement
    shall make him once relent,
    His first avowed intent
    to be a pilgrim.

    Who so beset him round
    with dismal stories,
    So but themselves confound -
    his strength the more is.
    No foes shall stay his might,
    though he with giants fight:
    He will make good his right
    to be a pilgrim.

    Since, Lord, Thou dost defend
    us with Thy Spirit,
    We know we at the end
    shall life inherit.
    Then fancies flee away!
    I’ll fear not what men say,
    I’ll labour night and day
    to be a pilgrim.

  • Heal Us, Emmanuel, Hear Our PrayerWords: William Cowper

    Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer;
    we wait to feel thy touch;
    deep-wounded souls to thee repair,
    and Savior, we are such.

    Our faith is feeble, we confess
    we faintly trust thy word;
    but wilt thou pity us the less?
    Be that far from thee, Lord!

    Remember him who once applied
    with trembling for relief;
    Lord, I believe, with tears he cried;
    O help my unbelief!

    She, too, who touched thee in the press
    and healing virtue stole,
    was answered, Daughter, go in peace:
    thy faith hath made thee whole.

    Like her, with hopes and fears we come
    to touch thee if we may;
    O send us not despairing home;
    send none unhealed away.

  • Heralds of ChristWords: Laura S. Copenhaver

    Heralds of Christ, who bear the King's commands,
    immortal tidings in your mortal hands,
    pass on and carry swift the news you bring;
    make straight, make straight the highway of the King.

    Through desert ways, dark fen, and deep morass,
    through jungles, sluggish seas, and mountain pass,
    build now the road, and falter not, nor stay;
    prepare across the earth the King's highway.

    Lord, give us faith and strength the road to build,
    to see the promise of the day fulfilled,
    when war shall be no more, and strife shall cease
    upon the highway of the Prince of Peace.

  • Here I Am LordWords: Dan Schutte

    I, the Lord of sea and sky, I have heard my peo-ple cry.
    All who dwell in dark-ness now My hand will save.
    I who make the stars of night, I will make their dark-ness bright.
    Who will bear my light to them? Whom shall I send?

    Here I am, Lord. It is I Lord.
    I have heard you call-ing in the night.
    I will go, Lord, where you lead me.
    I will hold your peo-ple in my heart.

    I, the Lord of snow and rain, I have borne my people’s pain.
    I have wept for love of them. They turn away.
    I will break their hearts of stone, Give them hearts for love a-lone.
    I will speak my words to them. Whom shall I send?

    I, the Lord of wind and flame, I will tend the poor and lame.
    I will set a feast for them. My hand will save.
    Fin-est bread I will pro-vide, Till their hearts be satisfied.
    I will give my life to them. Whom shall I send?

  • Here, O My Lord, I See TheeWords: Horatius Bonar

    Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face;
    here would I touch and handle things unseen;
    here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
    and all my weariness upon thee lean.

    This is the hour of banquet and of song;
    this is the heavenly table spread for me;
    here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
    the hallowed hour of fellowship with thee.

    Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
    here drink with thee the royal wine of heaven;
    here would I lay aside each earthly load,
    here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

    Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
    the feast, though not the love, is past and gone.
    The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,
    nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.

    Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
    yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
    giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
    the Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

  • Holy God, We Praise Thy NameWords: Sts. 1-4, Ignaz Franz, Trans. by Clarence Walworth; Sts. 5-7, F. Bland Tucker

    Holy God, we praise thy name;
    Lord of all, we bow before thee;
    all on earth thy scepter claim;
    all in heaven above adore thee.
    Infinite thy vast domain;
    everlasting is thy reign.

    Hark the glad celestial hymn
    angel choirs above are raising;
    cherubim and seraphim,
    in unceasing chorus praising,
    fill the heavens with sweet accord:
    Holy, holy, holy Lord.

    Lo! the apostolic train
    joins thy sacred name to hallow;
    prophets swell the glad refrain,
    and the white-robed martyrs follow.
    And from morn to set of sun,
    through the church the song goes on.

    Holy Father, Holy Son,
    Holy Spirit: three we name the,
    though in essence only one;
    undivided God we claim thee,
    and adoring bend the knee
    while we own the mystery.

  • Holy Spirit, Truth DivineWords: Samuel Longfellow

    Holy Spirit, Truth divine,
    dawn upon this soul of mine;
    Word of God and inward light,
    wake my spirit, clear my sight.

    Holy Spirit, Love divine,
    glow within this heart of mine;
    kindle every high desire;
    perish self in thy pure fire.

    Holy Spirit, Power divine,
    fill and nerve this will of mine;
    grant that I may strongly live,
    bravely bear, and nobly strive.

    Holy Spirit, Right divine,
    King within my conscience reign;
    be my Lord, and I shall be
    firmly bound, forever free.

  • Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God AlmightyWords: Reginald Heber

    Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
    Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.
    Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,
    God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

    Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee,
    casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
    cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
    which wert, and art, and evermore shallt be.

    Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,
    though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,
    only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,
    perfect in power, in love and purity.

    Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
    All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea.
    Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty,
    God in three persons, blessed Trinity.

  • Hosanna, Loud HosannaWords: Jeanette Threlfall

    Hosanna, loud hosanna,
    the little children sang,
    through pillared court and temple
    the lovely anthem rang.
    To Jesus, who had blessed them
    close folded to his breast,
    the children sang their praises,
    the simplest and the best.

    From Olivet they followed
    mid an exultant crowd,
    the victor palm branch waving,
    and chanting clear and loud.
    The Lord of earth and heaven
    rode on in lowly state,
    nor scorned that little children
    should on his bidding wait.

    Hosanna in the highest!
    that ancient song we sing,
    for Christ is our Redeemer,
    the Lord of heaven our King.
    O may we ever praise him
    with heart and life and voice,
    and in his blissful presence
    eternally rejoice!

  • How Can We Sinners KnowWords: Charles Wesley

    How can we sinners know
    our sins on earth forgiven?
    How can my gracious Savior show
    my name inscribed in heaven?

    What we have felt and seen,
    with confidence we tell,
    and publish to the ends of earth
    the signs infallible.

    We who in Christ believe
    that he for us hath died,
    we all his unknown peace receive
    and feel his blood applied.

    We by his Spirit prove
    and know the things of God,
    the things which freely doth impart
    and signs us with his cross.

    The meek and lowly heart
    that in our Savior was,
    to us that Spirit doth impart
    and signs us with his cross.

    Our nature's turned, our mind
    transformed in all its powers,
    and both the witnesses are joined,
    the Spirit of God with ours.

  • How Firm a FoundationWords: K in Rippon's A Selection of Hymns

    How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
    is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
    What more can he say than to you he hath said,
    to you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

    Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
    for I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
    I'll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
    upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

    When through deep waters I call thee to go,
    the rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
    for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
    and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

    When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
    my grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
    the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
    thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

  • How Great Thou ArtWords: Stuart K. Hine

    O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder
    Consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
    I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
    Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed:

    Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God to thee,
    How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God to thee,
    How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

    When through the woods and forest glades I wander
    And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
    When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
    And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze:

    And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
    Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,
    That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
    He bled and died to take away my sin.

    When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
    And take me home - what joy shall fill my heart!
    When I shall bow in humble adoration,
    And there proclaim: My God, how great Thou art!

  • How Sweet The Name Of Jesus SoundsWords: John Newton (1774)

    How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
    in a believer's ear!
    It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
    and drives away his fear.

    It makes the wounded spirit whole,
    and calms the troubled breast;
    'tis manna to the hungry soul,
    and to the weary, rest.

    Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
    my shield and hiding-place,
    my never-failing treasury, filled
    with boundless stores of grace!

    Jesus! my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
    my Prophet, Priest and King,
    my Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
    accept the praise I bring.

    Weak is the effort of my heart,
    and cold my warmest thought;
    but when I see thee as thou art,
    I'll praise thee as I ought.

    Till then I would thy love proclaim
    with every fleeting breath;
    and may the music of thy Name
    refresh my soul in death!

  • I Am The Bread Of LifeWords: Suzanne Toolan

    I am the Bread of life,
    He who comes to Me shall not hunger,
    He who believes in Me shall not thirst.
    No one can come to Me
    Unless the Father draw him.

    And I will raise him up,
    And I will raise him up,
    And I will raise him up on the last day.

    The bread that I will give
    Is My flesh for the life of the world,
    And he who eats of this bread,
    He shall live for ever,
    He shall live for ever.

    Unless you eat
    Of the flesh of the Son of Man
    And drink of His blood,
    And drink of His blood,
    You shall not have life within you.

    I am the Resurrection,
    I am the Life,
    He who believes in Me
    Even if he die,
    He shall live for ever.

    Yes, Lord, we believe
    That You are the Christ,
    The Son of God
    Who has come
    Into the world.

  • I Am Thine, O LordWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,
    and it told thy love to me;
    but I long to rise in the arms of faith
    and be closer drawn to thee.
    Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
    to the cross where thou hast died.
    Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
    to thy precious, bleeding side.

    Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,
    by the power of grace divine;
    let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
    and my will be lost in thine.

    O the pure delight of a single hour
    that before thy throne I spend,
    when I kneel in prayer, and with thee, my God,
    I commune as friend with friend!

    There are depths of love that I cannot know
    till I cross the narrow sea;
    there are heights of joy that I may not reach
    till I rest in peace with thee.

  • I Am Waiting For The DawningWords: S. Trevor Francis

    I am waiting for the dawning
    of the bright and blessèd day,
    when the darksome night of sorrow
    shall have vanished far away:
    when for ever with the Saviour
    far beyond this vale of tears,
    I shall swell the song of worship
    through the everlasting years.

    I am looking at the brightness -
    see, it shineth from afar -
    of the clear and joyous beaming
    of the Bright and Morning Star.
    Through the dark grey mist of morning
    do I see its glorious light;
    then away with every shadow
    of this sad and weary night.

    I am waiting for the coming
    of the Lord who died for me;
    oh, His wounds have thrilled my spirit,
    'I will come again for thee.'
    I can almost hear His footfall,
    on the threshold of the door,
    and my heart, my heart is longing
    to be with Him evermore.

  • I Cannot TellWords: William Young Fullerton

    I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship,
    Should set His love upon the sons of men,
    Or why, as shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
    To bring them back, they know not how or when.
    But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
    When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,
    And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
    And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.

    I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
    As with His peace, He graced this place of tears,
    Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
    The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
    But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
    And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
    And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
    For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.

    I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
    How He will claim His earthly heritage,
    How satisfy the needs and aspirations
    Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
    But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
    And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
    And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour
    When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

    I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
    When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
    Or who can say how great the jubilation
    When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
    But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
    And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
    And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will answer,
    At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!

  • I Danced In The MorningWords: Sydney Carter

    I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
    And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
    And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth;
    At Bethlehem I had my birth:

    Dance, then, wherever you may be;
    I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
    And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
    And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

    I danced for the scribe and the pharisee,
    But they would not dance and they wouldn’t follow me;
    I danced for the fishermen, for James and John;
    They came with me and the dance went on:

    I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame:
    The holy people said it was a shame.
    They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high,
    And they left me there on a cross to die:

    I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black;
    It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.
    They buried my body and they thought I’d gone;
    But I am the dance and I still go on:

    They cut me down and I leap up high;
    I am the life that’ll never, never die;
    I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me:
    I am the Lord of the Dance, said he:

  • I Have a ShepherdWords: Leonard Weaver

    I have a Shepherd, One I love so well;
    How He has blessed me tongue can never tell;
    On the Cross He suffered, shed His blood and died,
    That I might ever in His love confide.

Following Jesus, ever day by day,
Nothing can harm me when He leads the way;

    Darkness or sunshine, whate'er befall,

    Jesus, the Shepherd, is my All in all.

    Pastures abundant doth His hand provide,
    Still waters flowing ever at my side;
    Goodness and mercy follow on my track,
    With such a Shepherd nothing can I lack.


    When I would wander from the path astray,
    Then He will draw me back into the way;
    In the darkest valley I need fear no ill,
    For He, my Shepherd, will be with me still.


    When labour's ended and the journey done,
    Then He will lead me safely to my home;
    There I shall dwell in rapture sure and sweet,
    With all the loved ones gathered round His feet.


  • I Heard The Voice Of Jesus SayWords: Horatius Bonar (1846)

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest;
    Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast."
    I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad;
    I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad.

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give
    The living water; thirsty one, stoop down, and drink, and live."
    I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life giving stream;
    My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him.

    I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light;
    Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright."
    I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun;
    And in that light of life I'll walk, till traveling days are done.

  • I Know Not WhyWords: Daniel W. Whittle

    I know not why God’s wondrous grace
    To me has been made known;
    Nor why - unworthy as I am-
    He claimed me for His own.

    But “I know whom I have believed; and
    am persuaded that He is able to keep that
    which I’ve committed unto Him against that day.“

    I know not how this saving faith
    To me He did impart;
    Or how believing in His word
    Wrought peace within my heart.

    I know not how the Spirit moves,
    Convincing men of sin;
    Revealing Jesus through the word,
    Creating faith in Him.

    I know not what of good or ill
    May be reserved for me-
    Of weary ways or golden days
    Before his face I see.

  • I Know That My Redeemer LivesWords: Samuel Medley

    I know that my Redeemer lives:
    What joy the blest assurance gives!
    He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
    He lives, my everlasting Head.

    He lives, triumphant from the grave;
    He lives, eternally to save;
    He lives, all glorious in the sky;
    He lives, exalted there on high.

    He lives to bless me with His love,
    And still He pleads for me above;
    He lives to raise me from the grave,
    And me eternally to save.

    He lives, my kind, wise, constant Friend,
    Who still will keep me to the end;
    He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing,
    Jesus, my Prophet, Priest and King.

    He lives my mansion to prepare;
    And He will being me safely there;
    He lives, all glory to His Name!
    Jesus, unchangeably the same!

  • I Know Whom I Have BelievedWords: Daniel W. Whittle

    I know not why God's wondrous grace
    to me he hath made known,
    nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
    redeemed me for his own.
    But I know whom I have believed,
    and am persuaded that he is able
    to keep that which I've committed
    unto him against that day.

    I know not how this saving faith
    to me he did impart,
    nor how believing in his word
    wrought peace within my heart.

    I know not how the Spirit moves,
    convincing us of sin,
    revealing Jesus through the word,
    creating faith in him.

    I know not when my Lord may come,
    at night or noonday fair,
    nor if I walk the vale with him,
    or meet him in the air.

  • I Love Thy Kingdom, LordWords: Timothy Dwight

    I love thy kingdom, Lord,
    the house of thine abode,
    the church our blest Redeemer saved
    with his own precious blood.

    I love thy church, O God!
    Her walls before thee stand
    dear as the apple of thine eye,
    and graven on thy hand.

    For her my tears shall fall,
    for her my prayers ascend,
    to her my cares and toils be given,
    till toils and cares shall end.

    Beyond my highest joy
    I prize her heavenly ways,
    her sweet communion, solemn vows,
    her hymns of love and praise.

    Sure as thy truth shall last,
    to Zion shall be given
    the brightest glories earth can yield,
    and brighter bliss of heaven.

  • I Love to Tell the StoryWords: Katherine Hankey

    I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
    Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
    I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
    It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

    I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
    To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

    I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
    Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
    I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
    And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.


    I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
    What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
    I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
    The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.


    I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
    Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
    And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
    ’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.


  • I Need Thee Every HourWords: Annie S. Hawks

    I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
    no tender voice like thine can peace afford.
    I need thee, O I need thee;
    every hour I need thee;
    O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.

    I need thee every hour; stay thou nearby;
    temptations lose their power when thou art nigh.

    I need thee every hour, in joy or pain;
    come quickly and abide, or life is vain.

    I need thee every hour; teach me thy will;
    and thy rich promises in me fulfill.

    I need thee every hour, most Holy One;
    O make me thine indeed, thou blessed Son.

  • I Shall Know HimWords: Fanny Crosby (1894)

    When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
    When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
    I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
    And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,

    By the print of the nails in His hand.

    Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
    And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
    How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace,
    That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.


    Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
    And our parting at the river I recall;
    To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
    But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.


    Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
    He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
    In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
    But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.


  • I Sing a Song of the Saints of GodWords: Lesbia Scott

    I sing a song of the saints of God,
    patient and brace and true,
    who toiled and fought and lived and died
    for the Lord they loved and knew.
    And one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
    and one was a shepherdess on the green;
    they were all of them saints of God, and I mean,
    God helping, to be one too.

    They loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
    and his love made them strong;
    and they followed the right for Jesus' sake
    the whole of their good lives long.
    And one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
    and one was slain by a fierce wild beast;
    and there's not any reason, no, not the least,
    why I shouldn't be one too.

    They lived not only in ages past;
    there are hundreds of thousands still.
    The world is bright with the joyous saints
    who love to do Jesus' will.
    You can meet them in school, on the street, in the store,
    in church, by the sea, in the house next door;
    they are saints of God, whether rich or poor,
    and I mean to be one too.

  • I Sing the Almighty Power of GodWords: Isaac Watts

    I sing the almighty power of God,
    that made the mountains rise,
    that spread the flowing seas abroad,
    and built the lofty skies.
    I sing the wisdom that ordained
    the sun to rule the day;
    the moon shines full at God's command,
    and all the stars obey.

    I sing the goodness of the Lord,
    who filled the earth with food,
    who formed the creatures thru the Word,
    and then pronounced them good.
    Lord, how thy wonders are displayed,
    where'er I turn my eye,
    if I survey the ground I tread,
    or gaze upon the sky.

    There's not a plant or flower below,
    but makes thy glories known,
    and clouds arise, and tempests blow,
    by order from thy thrown;
    while all that borrows life from thee
    is ever in thy care;
    and everywhere that we can be,
    thou, God, art present there.

  • I Sought the LordWords: Anonymous

    I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
    he moved my soul to seek him, seeking me.
    It was not I that found, O Savior true;
    no, I was found of thee.

    Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
    I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea.
    'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
    as thou, dear Lord, on me.

    I find, I walk, I love, but oh, the whole
    of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee!
    For thou wert long beforehand with my soul;
    always thou lovedst me.

  • I Stand Amazed in the PresenceWords: Charles H. Gabriel

    I stand amazed in the presence
    of Jesus the Nazarene,
    and wonder how he could love me,
    a sinner, condemned, unclean.

    How marvelous! How wonderful!
    Any my song shall ever be:
    How marvelous! How wonderful
    is my Savior's love for me!

    For me it was in the garden
    he prayed: Not my will, but thine.
    He had no tears for his own griefs,
    but sweat-drops of blood for mine.

    In pity angels beheld him,
    and came from the world of light
    to comfort him in the sorrows
    he bore for my soul that night.

    He took my sins and my sorrows,
    he made them his very own;
    he bore the burden to Calvary,
    and suffered and died alone.

    When with the ransomed in glory
    his face I at last shall see,
    'twill be my joy through the ages
    to sing of his love for me.

  • I Surrender AllWords: J.W. Van Deventer

    All to Jesus I surrender;
    all to him I freely give;
    I will ever love and trust him,
    in his presence daily live.
    I surrender all, I surrender all,
    all to thee, my blessed Savior,
    I surrender all.

    All to Jesus I surrender;
    humbly at his feet I bow,
    worldly pleasures all forsaken;
    take me, Jesus, take me now.

    All to Jesus I surrender;
    make me, Savior, wholly thine;
    fill me with thy love and power;
    truly know that thou art mine.

    All to Jesus I surrender;
    Lord, I give myself to thee;
    fill me with thy love and power;
    let thy blessing fall on me.

    All to Jesus I surrender;
    now I feel the sacred flame.
    O the joy of full salvation!
    Glory, glory, to his name!

  • I Vow To Thee My CountryWords: Sir Cecil Spring Rice, 1921

    I vow to thee, my country,
    all earthly things above,
    Entire and whole and perfect,
    the service of my love;
    The love that asks no question,
    the love that stands the test,
    That lays upon the altar,
    the dearest and the best;
    The love that never falters,
    the love that pays the price,
    The love that makes undaunted
    the final sacrifice.

    And there's another country,
    I've heard of long ago,
    Most dear to them that love her,
    most great to them that know;
    We may not count her armies,
    we may not see her King;
    Her fortress is a faithful heart,
    her pride is suffering;
    And soul by soul and silently
    her shining bounds increase,
    And her ways are ways of gentleness
    and all her paths are peace.

  • I Want a Principle WithinWords: Charles Wesley

    I want a principle within
    of watchful, godly fear,
    a sensibility of sin,
    a pain to feel it near.
    I want the first approach to feel
    of pride or wrong desire,
    to catch the wandering of my will,
    and quench the kindling fire.

    From thee that I no more may stray,
    no more thy goodness grieve,
    grant me the filial awe, I pray,
    the tender conscience give.
    Quick as the apple of an eye,
    O God, my conscience make;
    awake my soul when sin is nigh,
    and keep it still awake.

    Almighty God of truth and love,
    to me thy power impart;
    the mountain from my soul remove,
    the hardness from my heart.
    O may the least omission pain
    my reawakened soul,
    and drive me to that blood again,
    which makes the wounded whole.

  • I Watch The Sunrise

    I watch the sunrise
    lighting the sky,
    Casting its shadows near.
    And on this morning
    bright though it be,
    I feel those shadows near me.

    But you are always close to me
    Following all my ways.
    May I be always close to you
    Following all your ways, Lord.

    I watch the sunlight
    shine through the clouds,
    Warming the earth below.
    And at the mid-day life seems to say:
    “I feel your brightness near me.”

    I watch the sunset
    fading away,
    Lighting the clouds with sleep.
    And as the evening closes its eyes
    I feel your presence near me.

    I watch the moonlight
    guarding the night,
    Waiting till morning comes.
    The air is silent, earth is at rest -
    Only your peace is near me.

  • I Will Sing The Wondrous StoryWords: Fran­cis H. Row­ley, 1886

    I will sing the wondrous story
    Of the Christ who died for me -
    How He left the realms of glory
    For the cross on Calvary.
    Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
    Of the Christ who died for me -
    Sing it with His saints in glory,
    Gathered by the crystal sea.

    I was lost: but Jesus found me,
    Found the sheep that went astray,
    Raised me up and gently led me
    Back into the narrow way.
    Days of darkness still may meet me,
    Sorrow’s paths I oft may tread;
    But His presence still is with me,
    By His guiding hand I’m led.

    He will keep me till the river
    Rolls its waters at my feet:
    Then He’ll bear me safely over,
    Made by grace for glory meet.
    Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
    Of the Christ who died for me -
    Sing it with His saints in glory,
    Gathered by the crystal sea.

  • I, The Lord Of Sea And SkyWords: Dan Schutte

    I, the Lord of sea and sky, I have heard my peo-ple cry.
    All who dwell in dark-ness now My hand will save.
    I who make the stars of night, I will make their dark-ness bright.
    Who will bear my light to them? Whom shall I send?

    Here I am, Lord. It is I Lord.
    I have heard you call-ing in the night.
    I will go, Lord, where you lead me.
    I will hold your peo-ple in my heart.

    I, the Lord of snow and rain, I have borne my people’s pain.
    I have wept for love of them. They turn away.
    I will break their hearts of stone, Give them hearts for love a-lone.
    I will speak my words to them. Whom shall I send?

    I, the Lord of wind and flame, I will tend the poor and lame.
    I will set a feast for them. My hand will save.
    Fin-est bread I will pro-vide, Till their hearts be satisfied.
    I will give my life to them. Whom shall I send?

  • If Thou Shalt But Suffer God to Guide TheeWords: Georg Neumark; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    If thou but suffer God to guide thee,
    and hope in God through all thy ways,
    God will give strenth, whate'er betide thee,
    and bear thee through the evil days.
    Who trusts in God's unchanging love
    builds on the rock that naught can move.

    Only be still, and wait God's leisure
    in cheerful hope, with heart content
    to take whate'er thy Maker's pleasure
    and all-discerning love hath sent;
    we know our inmost wants are known,
    for we are called to be God's own.

    Sing, pray, and keep God's ways unswerving;
    so do thine own part faithfully,
    and trust God's word; though undeserving,
    thou yet shalt find it true for thee.
    God never yet forsook at need
    the soul that trusted God indeed.

  • Immortal Honours Rest On JesusWords: William Gadsby

    Immortal honours rest on Jesu’s head,
    My God, my portion, and my living Bread;
    In Him I live, upon Him cast my care;
    He saves from death, destruction and despair.

    He is my refuge in each deep distress,
    The Lord my strength and glorious righteousness,
    Through floods and flames He leads me safely on,
    And daily makes His sovereign goodness known.

    My every need He richly will supply,
    Nor will His mercy ever let me die;
    In Him there dwells a treasure all divine,
    And matchless grace has made that treasure mine.

    O that my soul could love and praise Him more,
    His beauties trace, His majesty adore,
    Live near His heart, upon His bosom lean,
    Obey His voice and all His will esteem.

  • Immortal, Invisible, God Only WiseWords: Walter Chalmers Smith

    Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
    in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
    most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
    almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

    Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
    nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
    thy justice like mountains high soaring above
    thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

    3. To all, life thou givest, to both great and small;
    in all life thou livest, the true life of all;
    we blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
    and wither and perish, but naught changeth thee.

    Thou reignest in glory; thou dwellest in light;
    thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
    all laud we would render: O help us to see
    'tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.

  • In Bread We BringWords: Kevin Nichols

    In bread we bring you, Lord,
    our bodies’ labour.
    In wine we offer you
    our spirits’ grief.
    We do not ask you, Lord,
    who is my neighbour?
    But stand united now,
    one in belief.
    Oh we have gladly heard
    your Word, your holy Word,
    and now in answer, Lord,
    our gifts we bring.
    Our selfish hearts make true,
    our failing faith renew,
    our lives belong to you,
    our Lord and King.

    The bread we offer you
    is blessed and broken,
    and it becomes for us
    our spirits’ food.
    Over the cup we bring
    your Word is spoken;
    make it your gift to us,
    your healing blood.
    Take all that daily toil
    plants in our heart’s poor soil
    take all we start and spoil,
    each hopeful dream,
    the chances we have missed,
    the graces we resist,
    Lord, in thy Eucharist,
    take and redeem.

  • In Christ There Is No East or WestWords: John Oxenham (sts 1, 2, 4); (st 3--not shown) Laurence Hull Stookey

    In Christ there is no east or west,
    in him no south or north;
    but one great fellowship of love
    throughout the whole wide earth.

    In Christ shall true hearts everywhere
    their high communion find;
    his service is the golden cord
    close binding humankind.

    (Words copr.)

    In Christ now meet both east and west,
    in him meet south and north;
    all Christly souls are one in him
    throughout the whole wide earth.

  • In Heavenly Love AbidingWords: Anna L. Waring

    In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear.
    And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
    The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid,
    But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?

    Wherever He may guide me, no want shall turn me back.
    My Shepherd is beside me, and nothing can I lack.
    His wisdom ever waking, His sight is never dim.
    He knows the way He’s taking, and I will walk with Him.

    Green pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen.
    Bright skies will soon be over me, where darkest clouds have been.
    My hope I cannot measure, my path to life is free.
    My Savior has my treasure, and He will walk with me.

  • In the Bleak MidwinterWords: Christina G. Rossetti

    In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
    earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
    snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
    in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

    Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
    heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
    In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
    the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

    Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
    cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
    but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
    worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

    What can I give him, poor as I am?
    If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
    if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
    yet what I can I give him: give my heart.

  • In the Cross of Christ I GloryWords: John Bowring

    In the cross of Christ I glory,
    towering o'er the wrecks of time;
    all the light of sacred story
    gathers round its head sublime.

    When the woes of life o'ertake me,
    hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
    never shall the cross forsake me.
    Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

    When the sun of bliss is beaming
    light and love upon my way,
    from the cross the radiance streaming
    adds more luster to the day.

    Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
    by the cross are sanctified;
    peace is there that knows no measure,
    joys that through all time abide.

    In the cross of Christ I glory,
    towering o'er the wrecks of time;
    all the light of sacred story
    gathers round its head sublime.

  • In The Sweet By And ByWords: San­ford F. Ben­nett,1868

    There's a land that is fairer than day,
    And by faith we can see it afar;
    For the Father waits over the way
    To prepare us a dwelling place there.

    In the sweet … by and by …

    We shall meet on that beautiful shore …

    In the sweet … by and by …

    We shall meet on that beautiful shore …

    We shall sing on that beautiful shore
    The melodious songs of the blest,
    And our spirits shall sorrow no more
    Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.


    To our bountiful Father above
    We will offer our tribute of praise;
    For the glorious gift of His love
    And the blessings that hallow our days.


  • In Thee Is GladnessWords: Johann Lindemann; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    In thee is gladness, amid all sadness,
    Jesus, sunshine of my heart.
    By thee are given the gifts of heaven,
    thou the true Redeemer art.
    Our souls thou makest, our bonds thou breakest;
    who trusts thee surely hath built securely,
    and stands forever. Alleluia!
    Our hearts are pining to see thy shining;
    dying or living, to thee are cleaving;
    naught can us sever. Alleluia!

    If God be ours, we fear no powers,
    not of earth or sin or death.
    God sees and blesses in worst distresses,
    and can change them in a breath.
    Wherefore the story tell of God's glory
    with heart and voices; all heaven rejoices,
    singing forever; Alleluia!
    We shout for gladness, triumph o'er sadness,
    loving and praising, voices still raising
    glad hymns forever: Alleluia!

  • Infant Holy, Infant LowlyWords: Polish carol; trans. by Edith M.G. Reed

    Infant holy, infant lowly,
    for his bed a cattle stall;
    oxen lowing, little knowing,
    Christ the babe is Lord of all.
    Swift are winging angels singing,
    noels ringing, tidings bringing:
    Christ the babe is Lord of all.

    Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
    vigil till the morning new
    saw the glory, heard the story,
    tidings of a gospel true.
    Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
    praises voicing, greet the morrow:
    Christ the babe was born for you.

  • It Came upon the Midnight ClearWords: Edmund H. Sears

    It came upon the midnight clear,
    that glorious song of old,
    from angels bending near the earth
    to touch their harps of gold:
    Peace on the earth, good will to men,
    from heaven's all-gracious King.
    The world in solemn stillness lay,
    to hear the angels sing.

    Still through the cloven skies they come
    with peaceful wings unfurled,
    and still their heavenly music floats
    o'er all the weary world;
    above its sad and lowly plains,
    they bend on hovering wing,
    and ever o'er its Babel sounds
    the blessed angels sing.

    And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
    whose forms are bending low,
    who toil along the climbing way
    with painful steps and slow,
    look now! for glad and golden hours
    come swiftly on the wing.
    O rest beside the weary road,
    and hear the angels sing!

    For lo! the days are hastening on,
    by prophet seen of old,
    when with the ever-circling years
    shall come the time foretold
    when peace shall over all the earth
    its ancient splendors fling,
    and the whole world send back the song
    which now the angels sing.

  • It Is Well with My SoulWords: Horatio G. Spafford

    When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    when sorrows like sea billows roll;
    whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.
    It is well with my soul,
    it is well, it is well with my soul.

    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    let this blest assurance control,
    that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
    and hath shed his own blood for my soul.

    My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

    And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
    the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    even so, it is well with my soul.

  • JerusalemWords: William Blake

    And did those feet in ancient times
    Walk upon England's mountain green
    And was the holy Lamb of God
    On England's pleasant pastures seen
    And did the countenance divine
    Shine forth upon our clouded hills
    And was Jerusalem builded here
    Among those dark satanic mills

    Bring me my bow of burning gold
    Bring me my arrows of desire
    Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold
    Bring me my chariot of fire
    I will not cease from mental fight,
    Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
    Till we have built Jerusalem
    In England's green and pleasant land.

  • Jesu, Dulcis MemoriaWords: Attributed to St. Bernard of Clairvaux

    Jesus, the very thought of Thee
    With sweetness fills the breast!
    Yet sweeter far Thy face to see
    And in Thy Presence rest.

    No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
    Nor can the memory find,
    A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,
    The Savior of mankind.

    O hope of every contrite heart!
    O joy of all the meek!
    To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
    How good to those who seek!

    But what to those who find? Ah! this
    Nor tongue nor pen can show
    The love of Jesus, what it is,
    None but His loved ones know.

    Jesus! our only hope be Thou,
    As Thou our prize shalt be;
    In Thee be all our glory now,
    And through eternity. Amen.

  • Jesus Calls UsWords: Cecil Frances Alexander

    Jesus calls us o'er the tumult
    of our life's wild, restless sea;
    day by day his sweet voice soundeth,
    saying, Christian, follow me!

    As of old the apostles heard it
    by the Galilean lake,
    turned from home and toil and kindred,
    leaving all for Jesus' sake.

    Jesus calls us from the worship
    of the vain world's golden store,
    from each idol that would keep us,
    saying, Christian, love me more!

    In our joys and in our sorrows,
    days of toil and hours of ease,
    still he calls, in cares and pleasures,
    Christian, love me more than these!

    Jesus calls us! By thy mercies,
    Savior, may we hear thy call,
    give our hearts to thine obedience,
    serve and love thee best of all.

  • Jesus Is All the World to MeWords: Will L. Thompson

    Jesus is all the world to me,
    my life, my joy, my all;
    he is my strength from day to day,
    without him I would fall.
    When I am sad, to him I go,
    no other one can cheer me so;
    when I am sad, he makes me glad,
    he's my friend.

    Jesus is all the world to me,
    my friend in trials sore;
    I go to him for blessings, and
    he gives them o'er and o'er.
    He sends the sunshine and the rain,
    he sends the harvest's golden grain;
    sunshine and rain, harvest of grain,
    he's my friend.

    Jesus is all the world to me,
    and true to him I'll be;
    O how could I this friend deny,
    when he's so true to me?
    Following him I know I'm right,
    he watches o'er me day and night;
    following him by day and night,
    he's my friend.

    Jesus is all the world to me,
    I want no better friend;
    I trust him now, I'll trust him when
    life's fleeting days shall end.
    Beautiful life with such a friend,
    beautiful life that has no end;
    eternal life, eternal joy,
    he's my friend.

  • Jesus Is Tenderly CallingWords: Fanny Crosby

    Jesus is tenderly calling you home
    Calling today, calling today,
    Why from the sunshine of love will you roam,
    Farther and farther away?

    Calling today, calling today,
    Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling today.

    Jesus is calling the weary to rest,
    Calling today, calling today,
    Bring Him your burden and you shall be blest;
    He will not turn you away.


    Jesus is waiting, O come to Him now,
    Waiting today, waiting today,
    Come with your sins, at His feet lowly bow;
    Come, and no longer delay.


    Jesus is pleading, O list to His voice,
    Hear Him today, hear Him today,
    They who believe on His name shall rejoice;
    Quickly arise and away.


  • Jesus LivesWords: Christian F. Gellert; Translator: Frances E Cox

    Jesus lives! thy terrors now
    can no longer, death, appall us;
    Jesus lives! by this we know
    thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us.

    Jesus lives! henceforth is death
    but the gate of life immortal;
    this shall calm our trembling breath
    when we pass its gloomy portal.

    Jesus lives! for us he died;
    then, alone to Jesus living,
    pure in heart may we abide,
    glory to our Saviour giving.

    Jesus lives! our hearts know well
    nought from us his love shall sever;
    life, nor death, nor powers of hell
    tear us from his keeping ever.

    Jesus lives! to him the throne
    over all the world is given:
    may we go where he has gone,
    rest and reign with him in heaven.

  • Jesus Lover Of My SoulWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus, lover of my soul,
    Let me to Thy bosom fly,
    While the nearer waters roll,
    While the tempest still is high.
    Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
    Till the storm of life is past;
    Safe into the haven guide;
    Oh, receive my soul at last.

    Other refuge have I none,
    Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
    Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
    Still support and comfort me.
    All my trust on Thee is stayed,
    All my help from Thee I bring;
    Cover my defenseless head
    With the shadow of Thy wing.

    Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
    More than all in Thee I find;
    Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
    Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
    Just and holy is Thy Name,
    Source of all true righteousness;
    Thou art evermore the same,
    Thou art full of truth and grace.

    Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
    Grace to cover all my sin;
    Let the healing streams abound;
    Make and keep me pure within.
    Thou of life the fountain art,
    Freely let me take of Thee;
    Spring Thou up within my heart;
    Rise to all eternity.

  • Jesus Loves Even MeWords: Phil­ip P. Bliss, 1870

    I am so glad that our Father in heaven
    Tells of His love in the Book He has given;
    Wonderful things in the Bible I see,
    This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

    I am so glad that Jesus loves me,

    Jesus loves even me.

    Jesus loves me and I know I love Him;

    Love brought Him down my lost soul to redeem;

    Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree;

    Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me.

    In this assurance I find sweetest rest,
    Trusting in Jesus, I know I am blest;
    Satan, dismayed, from my soul now doth flee,
    When I just tell him that Jesus loves me.


    Oh, if there's only one song I can sing,
    When in His beauty I see the great King,
    This shall my song in eternity be,
    "Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!"


  • Jesus Loves MeWords: Anna B. Warner (st 1) and David Rutherford McGuire (sts 2, 3)

    Jesus loves me! This I know,
    for the Bible tells me so.
    Little ones to him belong;
    they are weak, but he is strong.
    Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me!
    Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so.

    Jesus loves me! This I know,
    as he loved so long ago,
    taking children on his knee,
    saying, Let them come to me.

    Jesus loves me still today,
    walking with me on my way,
    wanting as a friend to give
    light and love to all who live.

  • Jesus Shall ReignWords: Isaac Watts

    Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
    does its successive journeys run;
    his kingdom spread from shore to shore,
    till moons shall wax and wane no more.

    To Jesus endless prayer be made,
    and endless praises crown his head;
    his name like sweet perfume shall rise
    with every morning sacrifice.

    People and realms of every tongue
    dwell on his love with sweetest song;
    and infant voices shall proclaim
    their early blessings on his name.

    Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
    all prisoners leap and loose their chains;
    the weary find eternal rest,
    and all who suffer want are blest.

    Let every creature rise and bring
    honors peculiar to our King;
    angels descend with songs again,
    and earth repeat the loud amen!

  • Jesus Walked This Lonesome ValleyTraditional

    Jesus walked this lonesome valley.
    He had to walk it by Himself;
    O, nobody else could walk it for Him,
    He had to walk it by Himself.

    We must walk this lonesome valley,
    We have to walk it by ourselves;
    O, nobody else can walk it for us,
    We have to walk it by ourselves.

    You must go and stand your trial,
    You have to stand it by yourself,
    O, nobody else can stand it for you,
    You have to stand it by yourself.

  • Jesus Wants Me For A SunbeamWords: Nellie Talbot

    Jesus wants me for a sunbeam,
    To shine for Him each day;
    In every way try to please Him -
    At Home, at school, at play.

    A sunbeam, a sunbeam,
    Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.
    A sunbeam, a sunbeam -
    I’ll be a sunbeam for Him.

    Jesus wants me to be loving,
    And kind to all I see;
    Showing how pleasant and happy
    His little ones can be.

    I will ask Jesus to help me,
    To keep my heart from sin;
    Ever reflecting His goodness,
    And always shine for Him.

    I’ll be a sunbeam for Jesus -
    I can if I but try -
    Serving Him moment by moment,
    Then live with Him on high.

  • Jesus! the Name High over AllWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus! the name high over all,
    in hell or earth or sky;
    angels and mortals prostrate fall,
    and devils fear and fly.

    Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
    the name to sinners given;
    it scatters all their guilty fear,
    it turns their hell to heaven.

    O that the world might taste and see
    the riches of his grace!
    The arms of love that compass me
    would all the world embrace.

    Thee I shall constantly proclaim,
    though earth and hell oppose;
    bold to confess thy glorious name
    before a world of foes.

    His only righteousness I show,
    his saving truth proclaim;
    'tis all my business here below
    to cry, Behold the Lamb!

    Happy, if with my latest breath
    I may but gasp his name,
    preach him to all and cry in death,
    Behold, behold the Lamb!

  • Jesus, Friend of Little ChildrenWords: Wal­ter J. Ma­thams, 1882

    Jesus, Friend of little children,
    Be a Friend to me;
    Take my hand and ever keep me
    Close to Thee.

    Teach me how to grow in goodness
    Daily as I grow;
    Thou hast been a child and surely
    Thou dost know.

    Step by step, O lead me onward,
    Upward into youth;
    Wiser, stronger, still becoming
    In Thy truth.

    Never leave me nor forsake me,
    Ever be my Friend,
    For I need Thee from life’s dawning
    To its end.

  • Jesus, Joy of Our DesiringWords: Martin Janus; trans. anonymous

    Jesus, joy of our desiring,
    holy wisdom, love most bright;
    drawn by thee, our souls aspiring
    soar to uncreated light.
    Word of God, our flesh that fashioned,
    with the fire of life impassioned,
    striving still to truth unknown,
    soaring, dying round thy throne.

    Through the way where hope is guiding,
    hark, what peaceful music rings;
    where the flock, in thee confiding,
    drink of joy from deathless springs.
    Theirs is beauty's fairest pleasure;
    theirs is wisdom's holiest treasure.
    Thou dost ever lead thine own
    in the love of joys unknown.

  • Jesus, Keep Me Near the CrossWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Jesus, keep me near the cross;
    there a precious fountain,
    free to all, a healing stream,
    flows from Calvary's mountain.
    In the cross, in the cross,
    be my glory ever,
    till my raptured soul shall find
    rest beyond the river.

    Near the cross, a trembling soul,
    love and mercy found me;
    there the bright and morning star
    sheds its beams around me.

    Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
    bring its scenes before me;
    help me walk from day to day
    with its shadow o'er me.

    Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
    hoping, trusting ever,
    till I reach the golden strand
    just beyond the river.

  • Jesus, Lord, We Look to TheeWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus, Lord, we look to thee;
    let us in thy name agree;
    show thyself the Prince of Peace,
    bid our strife forever cease.

    By thy reconciling love
    every stumbling block remove;
    each to each unite, endear;
    come, and spread thy banner here.

    Make us of one heart and mind,
    gentle, courteous, and kind,
    lowly, meek, in thought and word,
    altogether like our Lord.

    Let us for each other care,
    each the other's burdens bear;
    to thy church the pattern give,
    show how true believers live.

    Free from anger and from pride,
    let us thus in God abide;
    all the depths of love express,
    all the heights of holiness.

    Let us then with joy remove
    to the family above;
    on the wings of angels fly,
    show how true believers die.

  • Jesus, Lover of My SoulWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus, lover of my soul,
    let me to thy bosom fly,
    while the nearer waters roll,
    while the tempest still is high.
    Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
    till the storm of life is past;
    safe into the haven guide;
    O receive my soul at last.

    Other refuge have I none,
    hangs my helpless soul on thee;
    leave, ah! leave me not alone,
    still support and comfort me.
    All my trust on thee is stayed,
    all my help from thee I bring;
    cover my defenseless head
    with the shadow of thy wing.

    Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
    more than all in thee I find;
    raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
    heal the sick, and lead the blind.
    Just and holy is thy name,
    I am all unrighteousness;
    false and full of sin I am;
    thou art full of truth and grace.

    Plenteous grace with thee is found,
    grace to cover all my sin;
    let the healing streams abound,
    make and keep me pure within.
    Thou of life the fountain art,
    freely let me take of thee;
    spring thou up within my heart;
    rise to all eternity.

  • Jesus, Priceless TreasureWords: Johann Franck; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    Jesus, priceless treasure,
    source of purest pleasure,
    truest friend to me,
    long my heart hath panted,
    till it well-nigh fainted,
    thirsting after thee.
    Thine I am, O spotless Lamb,
    I will suffer naught to hide thee,
    ask for naught beside thee.

    In thine arms I rest me;
    foes who would molest me
    cannot reach me here.
    Though the earth be shaking,
    every heart be quaking,
    Jesus calms our fear;
    sin and hell in conflict fell
    with their heaviest storms assail us;
    Jesus will not fail us.

    Hence, all thoughts of sadness!
    For the Lord of gladness,
    Jesus, enters in.
    Those who love the Father,
    through the storms may gather,
    still have peace within;
    yea, whate'er we here must bear,
    still in thee lies purest pleasure,
    Jesus, priceless treasure!

  • Jesus, Savior, Pilot MeWords: Edward Hopper

    Jesus, Savior, pilot me
    over life's tempestuous sea;
    unknown waves before me roll,
    hiding rock and treacherous shoal.
    Chart and compass come from thee;
    Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

    As a mother stills her child,
    thou canst hush the ocean wild;
    boisterous waves obey thy will,
    when thou sayest to them, Be still!
    Wondrous sovreign of the sea,
    Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

    When at last I near the shore,
    and the fearful breakers roar
    'twixt me and the peaceful rest,
    then, while leaning on thy breast,
    may I hear thee say to me,
    Fear not, I will pilot thee.

  • Jesus, the Very Thought of TheeWords: Attr. to Bermard of Clairvaux; trans. by Edward Caswall

    Jesus, the very thought of thee
    with sweetness fills the breast;
    but sweeter far thy face to see,
    and in thy presence rest.

    O hope of every contrite heart,
    O joy of all the meek,
    to those who fall, how kind thou art!
    How good to those who seek!

    But what to those who find? Ah, this
    nor tongue nor pen can show;
    the love of Jesus, what it is,
    none but his loved ones know.

    Jesus, our only joy be thou,
    as thou our prize wilt be;
    Jesus, be thou our glory now,
    and through eternity.

  • Jesus, Thine All-Victorious LoveWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus, thine all victorious love
    shed in my heart abroad;
    then shall my feet no longer rove,
    rooted and fixed in God.

    O that in me the sacred fire
    might now begin to glow;
    burn up the dross of base desire
    and make the mountains flow!

    O that it now from heaven might fall
    and all my sins consume!
    Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,
    Spirit of burning, come!

    Refining fire, go through my heart,
    illuminate my soul;
    scatter thy life through every part
    and sanctify the whole.

  • Jesus, United by Thy GraceWords: Charles Wesley

    Jesus, united by thy grace
    and each to each endeared,
    with confidence we seek thy face
    and know our prayer is heard.

    Help us to help each other, Lord,
    each other's cross to bear;
    let all their friendly aid afford,
    and feel each other's care.

    Up unto thee, our living Head,
    let us in all things grow;
    till thou hast made us free
    indeed and spotless here below.

    Touched by the lodestone of thy love,
    let all our hearts agree,
    and ever toward each other move,
    and ever move toward thee.

    To thee, inseparably joined,
    let all our spirits cleave;
    O may we all the loving mind
    that was in thee receive.

    This is the bond of perfectness,
    thy spotless charity;
    O let us, still we pray,
    possess the mind that was in thee.

  • Joy to the WorldWords: Isaac Watts

    Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
    Let earth receive her King;
    let every heart prepare him room,
    and heaven and nature sing,
    and heaven and nature sing,
    and heaven and nature sing.

    Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
    Let all their songs employ;
    while fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
    repeat the sounding joy,
    repeat the sounding joy,
    repeat the sounding joy.

    No more let sins and sorrows grow,
    nor thorns infest the ground;
    he comes to make his blessings flow
    far as the curse is found,
    far as the curse is found,
    far as the curse is found.

    He rules the world with truth and grace,
    and makes the nations prove
    the glories of his righteousness,
    and wonders of his love,
    and wonders of his love,
    and wonders of his love.

  • Joyful, Joyful, We Adore TheeWords: Henry Van Dyke

    Joyful, joyful, we adore thee,
    God of glory, Lord of love;
    hearts unfold like flowers before thee,
    opening to the sun above.
    Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
    drive the dark of doubt away.
    Giver of immortal gladness,
    fill us with the light of day!

    All thy works with joy surround thee,
    earth and heaven reflect thy rays,
    stars and angels sing around thee,
    center of unbroken praise.
    Field and forest, vale and mountain,
    flowery meadow, flashing sea,
    chanting bird and flowing fountain,
    call us to rejoice in thee.

    Thou art giving and forgiving,
    ever blessing, ever blest,
    well-spring of the joy of living,
    ocean depth of happy rest!
    Thou our Father, Christ our brother,
    all who live in love are thine;
    teach us how to love each other,
    lift us to the joy divine.

    Mortals, join the mighty chorus
    which the morning stars began;
    love divine is reigning o'er us,
    binding all within its span.
    Ever singing, march we onward,
    victors in the midst of strife;
    joyful music leads us sunward,
    in the triumph song of life.

  • Just as I Am, Without One PleaWords: Charlotte Elliott

    Just as I am, without one plea,
    but that thy blood was shed for me,
    and that thou bidst me come to thee,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

    Just as I am, and waiting not
    to rid my soul of one dark blot,
    to thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

    Just as I am, though tossed about
    with many a conflict, many a doubt,
    fightings and fears within, without,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

    Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
    sight, riches, healing of the mind,
    yea, all I need in thee to find,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

    Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
    wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
    because thy promise I believe,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

    Just as I am, thy love unknown
    hath broken every barrier down;
    now, to be thine, yea thine alone,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

  • King Of Glory, King Of PeaceWords: George Herbert, 1633

    King of glory, King of peace,
    I will love thee;
    and that love may never cease,
    I will move thee.
    Thou hast granted my request,
    thou hast heard me;
    thou didst note my working breast,
    thou hast spared me.

    Wherefore with my utmost art
    I will sing thee,
    and the cream of all my heart
    I will bring thee.
    Though my sins against me cried,
    thou didst clear me;
    and alone, when they replied,
    thou didst hear me.

    Seven whole days, not one in seven,
    I will praise thee;
    in my heart, though not in heaven,
    I can raise thee.
    Small it is, in this poor sort
    to enroll thee:
    e'en eternity's too short
    to extol thee.

  • Kum Ba Yah (Come By Here)Traditional

    Kum ba yah, my Lord
    Kum ba yah
    Kum ba yah, my Lord
    Kum ba yah
    Kum ba yah, my Lord
    Kum ba yah
    O Lord, kum ba yah

    Someone's crying, Lord
    Kum ba yah

    Someone's singing, Lord
    Kum ba yah

    Someone's praying, Lord
    Kum ba yah

    Someone's laughing, Lord
    Kum ba yah

  • Lead Kindly LightWords: John Henry Newman

    Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
    The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
    Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
    The distant scene; one step enough for me.

    I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
    I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
    I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
    Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

    So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
    O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
    And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
    Have loved long since, and lost awhile!

    Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
    Lead, Saviour, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
    To rest forever after earthly strife
    In the calm light of everlasting life.

  • Lead On, O King EternalWords: Ernest W. Shurtleff

    Lead on, O King eternal,
    the day of march has come;
    henceforth in fields of conquest
    thy tents shall be our home.
    Through days of preparation
    thy grace has made us strong;
    and now, O King eternal,
    we lift our battle song.

    Lead on, O King eternal,
    till sin's fierce war shall cease,
    and holiness shall whisper
    the sweet amen of peace.
    For not with swords loud clashing,
    nor roll of stirring drums;
    with deeds of love and mercy
    the heavenly kingdom comes.

    Lead on, O King eternal,
    we follow, not with fears,
    for gladness breaks like morning
    where'er thy face appears.
    Thy cross is lifted o'er us,
    we journey in its light;
    the crown awaits the conquest;
    lead on, O God of might.

  • Lead Us Heavenly Father Lead UsWords: James Edmeston, 1821

    Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us
    o'er the world's tempestuous sea;
    guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,
    for we have no help but thee;
    yet possessing every blessing,
    if our God our Father be.

    Savior, breathe forgiveness o'er us;
    all our weakness thou dost know;
    thou didst tread this earth before us;
    thou didst feel its keenest woe;
    yet unfearing, persevering,
    to thy passion thou didst go.

    Spirit of our God, descending,
    fill our hearts with heavenly joy;
    love with every passion blending
    pleasure that can never cloy;
    thus provided, pardoned, guided,
    nothing can our peace destroy.

  • Leaning on the Everlasting ArmsWords: Elisha A. Hoffman

    What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
    leaning on the everlasting arms;
    what a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
    leaning on the everlasting arms.

    O how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
    leaning on the everlasting arms;
    O how bright the path grows from day to day,
    leaning on the everlasting arms.

    What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
    leaning on the everlasting arms?
    I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
    leaning on the everlasting arms.

  • Let All Mortal Flesh Keep SilenceWords: Liturgy of St. James; trans. by Gerard Moultrie

    Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
    and with fear and trembling stand;
    ponder nothing earthly-minded,
    for with blessing in his hand,
    Christ our God to earth descendeth,
    our full homage to demand.

    King of kings, yet born of Mary,
    as of old on earth he stood,
    Lord of lords, in human vesture,
    in the body and the blood;
    he will give to all the faithful
    his own self for heavenly food.

    Rank on rank the host of heaven
    spreads its vanguard on the way,
    as the Light of light descendeth
    from the realms of endless day,
    that the powers of hell may vanish
    as the darkness clears away.

    At his feet the six-winged seraph,
    cherubim, with sleepless eye,
    veil their faces to the presence,
    as with ceaseless voice they cry:
    Alleluia, Alleluia,
    Alleluia, Lord Most High!

  • Let Saints On Earth In Concert SingWords: Charles Wesley 1759

    Let saints on earth in concert sing
    With those whose work is done;
    For all the servants of our King
    In heaven and earth are one.

    One family, we dwell in Him,
    One church, above, beneath;
    Though now divided by the stream,
    The narrow stream of death.

    One army of the living God,
    To His command we bow:
    Part of the host have crossed the flood,
    And part are crossing now.

    E’en now to their eternal home
    There pass some spirits blest;
    While others to the margin come,
    Waiting their call to rest.

    Jesus, be Thou our constant guide;
    Then, when the word is given,
    Bid Jordan’s narrow stream divide
    And bring us safe to heaven.

  • Let There Be Peace On EarthWords: Sy Miller and Jill Jackson

    Let there be peace on earth
    And let it begin with me;
    Let there be peace on earth,
    The peace that was meant to be.
    With God as our Father,
    Brothers all are we.
    Let me walk with my brother
    In perfect harmony.

    Let peace begin with me,
    Let this be the moment now.
    With every step I take,
    Let this be my solemn vow:
    To take each moment and live
    each moment
    In peace eternally.
    Let there be peace on earth
    And let it begin with me.

  • Let Us Plead for Faith AloneWords: Charles Wesley

    Let us plead for faith alone,
    faith which by our works is shown;
    God it is who justifies,
    only faith the grace applies.

    Active faith that lives within,
    conquers hell and death and sin,
    hallows whom it first made whole,
    forms the Savior in the soul.

    Let us for this faith contend,
    sure salvation is the end;
    heaven already is begun,
    everlasting life is won.

    Only let us persevere
    till we see our Lord appear,
    never from the Rock remove,
    saved by faith which works by love.

  • Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty GatesWords: Georg Weissel; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates;
    behold, the King of glory waits;
    the King of kings is drawing near;
    the Savior of the world is here!

    Fling wide the portals of your heart;
    make it a temple, set apart
    from earthly use for heaven's employ,
    adorned with prayer and love and joy.

    Redeemer, come, with us abide;
    our hearts to thee we open wide;
    let us thy inner presence feel;
    thy grace and love in us reveal.

    Thy Holy Spirit lead us on
    until our glorious goal is won;
    eternal praise, eternal fame
    be offered, Savior, to thy name!

  • Lo, He Comes with Clouds DescendingWords: Charles Wesley

    Lo, he comes with clouds descending,
    once for favored sinners slain;
    thousand, thousand saints attending
    swell the triumph of his train.
    Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
    God appears on earth to reign.

    Every eye shall now behold him,
    robed in dreadful majesty;
    those who set at naught and sold him,
    pierced and nailed him to the tree,
    deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
    shall the true Messiah see.

    The dear tokens of his passion
    still his dazzling body bears;
    cause of endless exultation
    to his ransomed worshipers;
    with what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture,
    gaze we on those glorious scars!

    Yea, Amen! Let all adore thee,
    high on thy eternal throne;
    Savior, take the power and glory,
    claim the kingdom for thine own.
    Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
    Everlasting God, come down!

  • Lo, How a Rose E'er BloomingWords: 15th cent. German; trans. by Theodore Baker; st. 3 from The Hymnal (1940)

    Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
    from tender stem hath sprung!
    Of Jesse's lineage coming,
    as those of old have sung.
    It came, a floweret bright,
    amid the cold of winter,
    when half spent was the night.

    Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
    the Rose I have in mind;
    with Mary we behold it,
    the Virgin Mother kind.
    To show God's love aright,
    she bore to us a Savior,
    when half spent was the night.

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  • Lord For The YearsWords: Timothy Dudley-Smith

    Lord, for the years Your love has kept and guided,
    Urged and inspired us, cheered us on our way,
    Sought us and saved us, pardoned and provided:
    Lord of the years, we bring our thanks today.

    Lord, for that word, the word of life which fires us,
    Speaks to our hearts and sets our souls ablaze,
    Teaches and trains, rebukes us and inspires us:
    Lord of the word, receive Your people’s praise.

    Lord, for our land in this our generation,
    Spirits oppressed by pleasure, wealth and care:
    For young and old, for commonwealth and nation,
    Lord of our land, be pleased to hear our prayer.

    Lord, for our world where men disown and doubt You,
    Loveless in strength, and comfortless in pain,
    Hungry and helpless, lost indeed without You:
    Lord of the world, we pray that Christ may reign.

    Lord for ourselves; in living power remake us -
    Self on the cross and Christ upon the throne,
    Past put behind us, for the future take us:
    Lord of our lives, to live for Christ alone.

  • Lord For Tomorrw And Its NeedsWords: Sybil F. Partridge, 1877

    Lord, for tomorrow and its needs,
    I do not pray;
    Keep me, my God, from stain of sin
    Just for today.

    Let me both diligently work,
    And duly pray.
    Let me be kind in word and deed,
    Just for today.

    Let me be slow to do my will,
    Prompt to obey;
    Help me to sacrifice myself
    Just for today.

    And if today my tide of life
    Should ebb away,
    Give me thy Sacraments divine,
    Sweet Lord today.

    So for tomorrow and its needs
    I do not pray,
    But keep me, guide me, love me, Lord,
    Just for today.

  • Lord I Come To YouWords: Geoff Bullock

    Lord, I come to you,
    Let my heart be changed, renewed,
    Flowing from the grace that I found in you.
    And, Lord, I’ve come to know the weaknesses
    I see in me will be stripped away
    By the pow’r of your love.

    Hold me close, let your love surround me,
    bring me near, draw me to your side;
    And as I wait, I will rise up like an eagle,
    and I will soar with you;
    Your Spirit leads me on in the pow’r of your love.

    Lord, unveil my eyes,
    let me see you face to face,
    the knowledge of your love
    as you live in me.
    Lord, renew my mind as your will unfolds in my life,
    in living every day in the pow’r of your love.

    Hold me close, let your love surround me,
    bring me near, draw me to your side;
    And as I wait, I will rise up like an eagle,
    and I will soar with you;
    Your Spirit leads me on in the pow’r of your love.

  • Lord Jesus ChristWords: Patrick Appleford

    Lord Jesus Christ
    You have come to us,
    you are one with us, Mary’s son;
    cleansing our souls from all their sin,
    pouring Your love and goodness in:
    Jesus, our love for You we sing –
    living Lord!

    Lord Jesus Christ,
    now and every day
    teach us how to pray, Son of God;
    you have commanded us to do
    this in remembrance, Lord, of You:
    into our lives Your power breaks through –
    living Lord!

    Lord Jesus Christ,
    You have come to us,
    born as one of us, Mary’s son;
    led out to die on Calvary,
    risen from death to set us free:
    living Lord Jesus, help us see
    You are Lord!

    Lord Jesus Christ,
    I would come to You,
    live my life for You, Son of God;
    all Your commands I know are true,
    your many gifts will make me new:
    into my life Your power breaks through –
    living Lord!

  • Lord Of All BeingWords: Oliver W. Holmes, Sr., 1848

    Lord of all being, thronèd afar,
    Thy glory flames from sun and star;
    Center and soul of every sphere,
    Yet to each loving heart how near!

    Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray,
    Sheds on our path the glow of day;
    Star of our hope, Thy softened light
    Cheers the long watches of the night.

    Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
    Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn;
    Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy’s sign;
    All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.

    Lord of all life, below, above,
    Whose light is truth, Whose warmth is love,
    Before Thy ever blazing throne
    We ask no luster of our own.

    Grant us Thy truth to make us free,
    And kindling hearts that burn for Thee,
    Till all Thy living altars claim
    One holy light, one heavenly flame.

  • Lord Of All HopefulnessWords: Jan Struther

    Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
    Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy,
    Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
    Your bliss in our hearts, Lord,
    At the break of the day.

    Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
    Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,
    Be there at our labours and give us, we pray,
    Your strength in our hearts, Lord,
    At the noon of the day.

    Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
    Your hands swift to welcome, Your arms to embrace.
    Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
    Your love in our hearts, Lord,
    At the eve of the day.

    Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
    Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
    Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
    Your peace in our hearts, Lord,
    At the end of the day.

  • Lord Of The DanceWords: Sydney Carter

    I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
    And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
    And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth;
    At Bethlehem I had my birth:

    Dance, then, wherever you may be;
    I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
    And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
    And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he.

    I danced for the scribe and the pharisee,
    But they would not dance and they wouldn’t follow me;
    I danced for the fishermen, for James and John;
    They came with me and the dance went on:

    I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame:
    The holy people said it was a shame.
    They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high,
    And they left me there on a cross to die:

    I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black;
    It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.
    They buried my body and they thought I’d gone;
    But I am the dance and I still go on:

    They cut me down and I leap up high;
    I am the life that’ll never, never die;
    I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me:
    I am the Lord of the Dance, said he:

  • Lord, Dismiss Us with Thy BlessingWords: Attr. to John Fawcett

    Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing;
    fill our hearts with joy and peace;
    let us each, thy love possessing,
    triumph in redeeming grace.
    O refresh us, O refresh us,
    traveling through this wilderness.

    Thanks we give and adoration
    for thy gospel's joyful sound.
    May the fruits of thy salvation
    in our hearts and lives abound;
    ever faithful, ever faithful
    to the truth may we be found.

  • Lord, Speak to MeWords: Frances R. Havergal

    Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
    in living echoes of thy tone;
    as thou has sought, so let me seek
    thine erring children lost and lone.

    O strengthen me, that while I stand
    firm on the rock, and strong in thee,
    I may stretch out a loving land
    to wrestlers with the troubled sea.

    O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
    the precious things thou dost impart;
    and wing my words, that they may reach
    the hidden depths of many a heart.

    O fill me with thy fullness, Lord,
    until my very heart o'erflow
    in kindling thought and glowing word,
    thy love to tell, thy praise to show.

    O use me, Lord, use even me,
    just as thou wilt, and when, and where,
    until thy blessed face I see,
    thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.

  • Love Divine, All Loves ExcellingWords: Charles Wesley

    Love divine, all loves excelling,
    joy of heaven, to earth come down;
    fix in us thy humble dwelling;
    all thy faithful mercies crown!
    Jesus thou art all compassion,
    pure, unbounded love thou art;
    visit us with thy salvation;
    enter every trembling heart.

    Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
    into every troubled breast!
    Let us all in thee inherit;
    let us find that second rest.
    Take away our bent to sinning;
    Alpha and Omega be;
    end of faith, as its beginning,
    set our hearts at liberty.

    Come, Almighty to deliver,
    let us all thy life receive;
    suddenly return and never,
    nevermore thy temples leave.
    Thee we would be always blessing,
    serve thee as thy hosts above,
    pray and praise thee without ceasing,
    glory in thy perfect love.

    Finish, then, thy new creation;
    pure and spotless let us be.
    Let us see thy great salvation
    perfectly restored in thee;
    changed from glory into glory,
    till in heaven we take our place,
    till we cast our crowns before thee,
    lost in wonder, love, and praise.

  • Love's Redeeming Work Is DoneWords: Charles Wesley

    Love's redeeming work is done,
    fought the fight, the battle won.
    Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er!
    Lo, he sets in blood no more!

    Vain the stone, the watch, the seal!
    Christ has burst the gates of hell;
    death in vain forbids him rise;
    Christ has opened paradise.

    Lives again our victorious King;
    where, O death, is now thy sting?
    Dying once, he all doth save;
    where thy victory, O grave?

    Soar we now where Christ has led,
    following out exalted Head;
    made like him, like him we rise,
    ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

    Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
    Praise to thee by both be given:
    thee we greet triumphant now;
    hail, the Resurrection thou!

  • Loved One, FarewellWords: Mary B. Slade

    Birds are rejoicing,
    O’er hill and dell;
    Hushed is thy voicing,
    Sweeter that fell.
    Friend of our happy days,
    Brother of prayer and praise,
    Thine own sweet music says,
    Loved one, farewell!

    Thou hast ascended,
    Where angels dwell;
    Where, earth songs ended,
    Heav’n’s anthems swell.
    Safe, all the saints among,
    Blest with the praising throng,
    Singing the new made songs,
    Loved one, farewell!

    Salvation’s story
    Then thou wilt tell;
    Triumphs of glory,
    Thy voice shall swell.
    Rest thou, oh, friend so dear,
    Thy precious Savior near,
    Where God shall wipe each tear,
    Loved one, farewell!

    Safe from thee turning,
    Grief’s tones will knell;
    Hard, hard the learning,
    God doeth well!
    Till, be it soon or late,
    Up, at the pearly gate,
    We meet, oh watch and wait,
    Loved one, farewell!

  • Make Me a Captive, LordWords: George Matheson

    Make me a captive, Lord,
    and then I shall be free.
    Force me to render up my sword,
    and I shall conqueror be.
    I sink in life's alarms
    when by myself I stand;
    imprison me within thine arms,
    and strong shall be my hand.

    My heart is weak and poor
    until it master find;
    it has no spring of action sure,
    it varies with the wind.
    It cannot freely move
    till thou hast wrought its chain;
    enslave it with thy matchless love,
    and deathless it shall reign.

    My power is faint and low
    till I have learned to serve;
    it lacks the needed fire to glow,
    it lacks the breeze to nerve.
    It cannot drive the world
    until itself be driven;
    its flag can only be unfurled
    when thou shalt breathe from heaven.

    My will is not my own
    till thou hast made it thine;
    if it would reach a monarch's throne,
    it must its crown resign.
    It only stands unbent
    amid the clashing strife,
    when on thy bosom it has leant,
    and found in thee its life.

  • Make Me A Channel Of Your PeaceWords: attributed to St. Francis of Assisi

    Make me a channel of your peace.
    Where there is hatred let me bring your love;
    Where there is injury your pardon, Lord;
    And where there's doubt true faith in you.

    Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
    So much to be consoled as to console;
    To be understood as to understand;
    To be loved as to love with all my soul.

    Make me a channel of your peace.
    Where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
    Where there is darkness, only light;
    And where there's sadness, ever joy.

    Make me a channel of your peace.
    It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
    In giving to all men that we receive;
    And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

  • Maker in Whom We LiveWords: Charles Wesley

    Maker, in whom we live, in whom we are and move,
    the glory, power, and praise receive for thy creating love.
    Let all the angel throng give thanks to God on high,
    while earth repeats the joyful song and echoes to the sky.

    Incarnate Deity, let all the ransomed race
    render in thanks their lives to thee for thy redeeming grace.
    The grace to sinners showed ye heavenly choirs proclaim,
    and cry, Salvation to our God, salvation to the Lamb!

    Spirit of Holiness, let all thy saints adore
    thy sacred energy, and bless thine heart-renewing power.
    No angel tongues can tell thy love's ecstatic height,
    the glorious joy unspeakable, the beatific sight.

    Eternal, Triune God, let all the hosts above,
    let all on earth below record and dwell upon thy love.
    When heaven and earth are fled before thy glorious face,
    sing all the saints thy love hath made thine everlasting praise.

  • Marching to ZionWords: Isaac Watts; refrain by Robert Lowry

    Come, we that love the Lord,
    and let our joys be known;
    join in a song with sweet accord,
    join in a song with sweet accord
    and thus surround the throne,
    and thus surround the throne.
    We're marching to Zion,
    beautiful, beautiful Zion;
    we're marching upward to Zion,
    the beautiful city of God.

    Let those refuse to sing
    who never knew our God;
    but children of the heavenly King,
    but children of the heavenly King
    may speak their joys abroad,
    may speak their joys abroad.

    The hill of Zion yields
    a thousand sacred sweets
    before we reach the heavenly fields,
    before we reach the heavenly fields,
    or walk the golden streets,
    or walk the golden streets.

    Then let our songs abound,
    and every tear be dry;
    we're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
    we're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
    to fairer worlds on high,
    to fairer worlds on high.

  • Meet Me ThereWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    On the happy, golden shore,
    Where the faithful part no more,
    When the storms of life are over,
    Meet me there;
    Where the night dissolves away
    Into pure and perfect day,
    I am going home to stay -
    Meet me there.

    Meet me there,
    Meet me there,
    Where the tree of life is blooming,
    Meet me there;
    When the storms of life are o'er,
    On the happy golden shore,
    Where the faithful part no more,
    Meet me there.

    Here our fondest hopes are vain,
    Dearest links are rent in twain,
    But in heav'n no throb of pain -
    Meet me there;
    By the river sparkling bright
    In the city of delight,
    Where our faith is lost in sight,
    Meet me there.

    Where the harps of angels ring,
    And the blest forever sing,
    In the palace of the King,
    Meet me there;
    Where in sweet communion blend
    Jeart with heart and friend with friend,
    In a world that ne'er shall end,
    Meet me there.

  • Men Of Harlech

    Tongues of fire on Idris flaring,
    news of foe-men near declaring,
    to heroic deeds of daring,
    calls you Harlech men.

    Groans of wounded peasants dying,
    wails of wives and children flying,
    for the distant succour crying,
    calls you Harlech men.

    Shall the voice of wailing,
    now be unavailing,
    You to rouse who never yet
    in battles hour were failing,

    His our answer crowds down pouring
    swift as winter torrents roaring,
    Not in vain the voice imploring,
    calls on Harlech men.

    Loud the martial pipes are sounding
    every manly heart is bounding
    As our trusted chief surrounding,
    march we Harlech men.

    Short the sleep the foe is taking,
    ere the morrows morn is breaking,
    They shall have a rude awakening,
    roused by Harlech men.

    Mothers cease your weeping,
    calm may be your sleeping,
    you and yours in safety now
    the Harlech men are keeping,

    ere the sun is high in heaven
    they you fear by panic riven
    shall like frightened sheep be driven,
    far by Harlech men.

  • More Love to Thee, O ChristWords: Elizabeth P. Prentiss

    More love to thee, O Christ, more love to thee!
    Hear thou the prayer I make on bended knee.
    This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to thee;
    more love to thee, more love to thee!

    Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;
    now thee alone I seek, give what is best.
    This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee;
    more love to thee, more love to thee!

    Let sorrow do its work, come grief and pain;
    sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
    when they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to thee;
    more love to thee, more love to thee!

    Then shall my latest breath whisper thy praise;
    this be the parting cry my heart shall raise;
    this still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to thee;
    more love to thee, more love to thee!

  • Morning Has BrokenWords: Eleanor Farjeon

    Morning has broken,
    Like the first morning,
    Blackbird has spoken
    Like the first bird;
    Praise for the singing,
    Praise for the morning,
    Praise for them springing
    Fresh from the Word.

    Sweet the rain's new fall,
    Sunlit from heaven,
    Like the first dewfall
    On the first grass;
    Praise for the sweetness,
    Of the wet garden,
    Sprung in completeness
    Where his feet pass.

    Mine is the sunlight,
    Mine is the morning,
    Born of the one light
    Eden saw play;
    Praise with elation,
    Praise every morning,
    God's re-creation
    Of the new day.

  • Must Jesus Bear the Cross AloneWords: Thomas Shepherd and others

    Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
    and all the world go free?
    No, there's a cross for everyone,
    and there's a cross for me.

    How happy are the saints above,
    who once went sorrowing here!
    But now they taste unmingled love,
    and joy without a tear.

    The consecrated cross I'll bear
    till death shall set me free;
    and then go home my crown to wear,
    for there's a crown for me.

  • My Faith Looks Up to TheeWords: Ray Palmer

    My faith looks up to thee,
    thou Lamb of Calvary,
    Savior divine!
    Now hear me while I pray,
    take all my guilt away,
    O let me from this day
    be wholly thine!

    May thy rich grace impart
    strength to my fainting heart,
    my zeal inspire!
    As thou hast died for me,
    O may my love to thee
    pure, warm, and changeless be,
    a living fire!

    While life's dark maze I tread,
    and griefs around me spread,
    be thou my guide;
    bid darkness turn to day,
    wipe sorrow's tears away,
    nor let me ever stray
    from thee aside.

    When ends life's transient dream,
    when death's cold, sullen stream
    shall o'er me roll;
    blest Savior, then in love,
    fear and distrust remove;
    O bear me safe above,
    a ransomed soul!

  • My God Accept My Heart This DayWords: Matthew Bridges (1848)

    My God, accept my heart this day,
    And make it always Thine,
    That I from Thee no more may stray,
    No more from Thee decline.

    Before the cross of Him Who died,
    Behold, I prostrate fall;
    Let every sin be crucified,
    Let Christ be all in all.

    Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
    Adopt me for Thine own,
    That I may see Thy glorious face,
    And worship at Thy throne.

    May the dear blood once shed for me
    My blest atonement prove
    That I from first to last may be
    The purchase of Thy love!

    Let every thought, and work, and word,
    To Thee be ever given;
    Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
    And death the gate of Heaven.

  • My God, I Love TheeWords: 17th cent. Latin; trans. by Edward Caswall

    My God, I love thee, not because
    I hope for heaven thereby,
    nor yet because, if I love not,
    I must forever die.

    Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me
    upon the cross embrace;
    for me didst bear the nails and spear
    and manifold disgrace.

    Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
    should I not love thee well?
    Not for the sake of winning heaven,
    nor of escaping hell.

    Not with the hope of gaining aught,
    not seeking a reward,
    but as thyself hast loved me,
    O everlasting Lord.

    So would I love thee, dearest Lord,
    and in thy praise will sing;
    because thou art my loving God
    and my eternal King.

  • My Hope Is BuiltWords: Edward Mote

    My hope is built on nothing less
    than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
    I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
    but wholly leand on Jesus' name.
    On Christ the solid rock I stand,
    all other ground is sinking sand;
    all other ground is sinking sand.

    When Darkness veils his lovely face,
    I rest on his unchanging grace.
    in every high and stormy gale,
    my anchor holds within the veil.

    His oath, his covenant, his blood
    supports me in the whelming flood.
    When all around my soul gives way,
    he then is all my hope and stay.

    When he shall come with trumpet sound,
    O may I then in him be found!
    Dressed in his righteousness alone,
    faultless to stand before the throne!

  • My Jesus, I love TheeWords: Will­iam R. Fea­ther­ston, 1864

    My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine,
    for Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;
    my gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou,
    if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now.

    I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
    and purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
    I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow,
    if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now.

    I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
    and praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
    and say, when the death-dew lies cold on my brow:
    if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now.

    In mansions of glory and endless delight,
    I’ll ever adore Thee and dwell in Thy sight;
    I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow:
    if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now.

  • My Song Is Love UnknownWords: Samuel Crossman

    My song is love unknown,
    My Savior’s love to me;
    Love to the loveless shown,
    That they might lovely be.
    O who am I, that for my sake
    My Lord should take, frail flesh and die?

    Christ came from heaven's throne
    Salvation to bestow;
    But people scorned, and none
    The longed-for Christ would know:
    But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
    Who at my need His life did spend.

    Sometimes they strew His way,
    And His sweet praises sing;
    Resounding all the way
    Hosannas to their King:
    Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
    And for His death they thirst and cry.

    They rise, and needs will have
    My dear Lord made away;
    A murderer they saved,
    The Prince of life they slay,
    Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
    That He His foes from thence might free.

    Here might I stay and sing,
    No story so divine;
    Never was love, dear King!
    Never was grief like Thine.
    This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise
    I all my days could gladly spend.

  • Myfanwy (English)Original Welsh words: Joseph Parry

    Why is it anger, O Myfanwy,
    That fills your eyes so dark and clear?
    Your gentle cheeks, O sweet Myfanwy,
    Why blush they not when I draw near?
    Where is the smile that once most tender
    Kindled my love so fond, so true?
    Where is the sound of your sweet words,
    That drew my heart to follow you?

    What have I done, O my Myfanwy,
    To earn your frown? What is my blame?
    Was it just play, my sweet Myfanwy,
    To set your poet’s love aflame?
    You truly once to me were promised,
    Is it too much to keep your part?
    I wish no more your hand, Myfanwy,
    If I no longer have your heart.

    Myfanwy, may you spend your lifetime
    Beneath the midday sunshine’s glow,
    And on your cheeks O may the roses
    Dance for a hundred years or so.
    Forget now all the words of promise
    You made to one who loved you well,
    Give me your hand, my sweet Myfanwy,
    But one last time, to say “farewell”.

  • Myfanwy (Welsh)Words: Joseph Parry

    Pa ham mae dicter, O Myfanwy,
    Yn llenwi’th lygaid duon ddi?
    A’th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy,
    Heb wrido wrth fy ngweled i?
    Pa le mae’r wen oedd ar dy wefus
    Fu’n cynnau ‘nghariad ffyddlon ffol?
    Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melys,
    Fu’n denu’n nghalon ar dy ôl?

    Pa beth a wneuthym, O Myfanwy,
    I haeddu gwg dy ddwyrudd hardd?
    Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy
    Â thanau euraidd serch dy fardd?
    Wyt eiddo im drwy gywir amod
    Ai gormod cadw’th air i mi?
    Ni cheisiaf fyth mo’th law, Myfanwy,
    Heb gael dy galon gyda hi.

    Myfanwy boed yr holl o’th fywyd
    Dan heulwen disglair canol dydd.
    A boed i rosyn gwridog ienctid
    I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd.
    Aug hofiar oll o’th add ewidion
    A wnest i rywun, ‘ngeneth ddel,
    A rho dy law, Myfanwy dirion
    I ddim ond dweud y gair “Ffarwel”.

  • Near to the Heart of GodWords: Cleland B. McAfee

    There is a place of quiet rest,
    near to the heart of God;
    a place where sin cannot molest,
    near to the heart of God.
    O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
    sent from the heart of God,
    hold us who wait before thee
    near to the heart of God.

    There is a place of comfort sweet,
    near to the heart of God;
    a place where we our Savior meet,
    near to the heart of God.

    There is place a place of full release,
    near to the heart of God;
    a place where all is joy and peace,
    near to the heart of God.

  • Nearer, My God, to TheeWords: Sarah F. Adams

    Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
    E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
    still all my song shall be,
    nearer, my God, to thee;
    nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

    Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
    darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
    yet in my dreams I'd be
    nearer, my God, to thee;
    nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

    There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;
    all that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
    angels to beckon me
    nearer, my God, to thee;
    nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

    Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,
    out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
    so by my woes to be
    nearer, my God, to thee;
    nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

    Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
    sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
    still all my song shall be,
    nearer, my God, to thee;
    nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

  • New Every MorningWords: John Keble, 1822

    New every morning is the love
    our wakening and uprising prove;
    through sleep and darkness safely brought,
    restored to life and power and thought.

    New mercies, each returning day,
    hover around us while we pray;
    new perils past, new sins forgiven,
    new thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

    If, on our daily course, our mind
    be set to hallow all we find,
    new treasures still, of countless price,
    God will provide for sacrifice.

    Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
    as more of heaven in each we see;
    some softening gleam of love and prayer
    shall dawn on every cross and care.

    Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,
    fit us for perfect rest above,
    and help us, this and every day,
    to live more nearly as we pray.

  • No Tears In HeavenWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Our youth is transient like a flower,
    That blooms, and fades, and dies;
    Our life is but a summer cloud,
    And like a shadow flies;
    Then let us heed the warning voice—
    Today its call we hear,
    It speaks in deep and solemn tones,
    That come from yonder bier.

    The angel messenger of death,
    Has gently borne away,
    A dear companion from our side,
    To realms of endless day;
    Her voice no more will join with ours
    The song of praise below,
    It wakes a purer, sweeter strain,
    Where only pleasures flow.

    When gathered on the Sabbath morn,
    Her vacant place we view,
    We’ll think how bright the world she treads,
    And in her steps pursue;
    Be still, let every heart be still,
    And all our sorrow quell,
    We’ll bow submissive to His will,
    Who doeth all things well.

  • Nothing BetweenWords: Charles Albert Tindley

    Nothing between my soul and my Savior,
    naught of this world's delusive dream;
    I have renounced all sinful pleasure;
    Jesus is mine, there's nothing between.
    Nothing between my soul and my Savior,
    so that his blessed face may be seen;
    nothing preventing the least of his favor;
    keep the way clear! let nothing between.

    Nothing between, like worldly pleasure;
    habits of life, though harmless they seem,
    must not my heart from him ever sever;
    he is my all, there's nothing between.

    Nothing between, like pride or station;
    self or friends shall not intervene;
    though it may cost me much tribulation,
    I am resolved, there's nothing between.

    Nothing between, e'en many hard trials,
    though the whole world against me convene;
    watching with prayer and much self denial,
    I'll triumph at last, there's nothing between.

  • Nothing but the BloodWords: Robert Lowry

    What can wash away my sin?
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    What can make me whole again?
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    O precious is the flow
    that makes me white as snow;
    no other fount I know;
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.

    For my pardon this I see:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    For my cleansing this my plea:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.

    Nothing can for sin atone:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    Naught of good that I have done:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.

    This is all my hope and peace:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    This is all my righteousness:
    nothing but the blood of Jesus.

  • Now Thank We All Our GodWords: Martin Rinkart; Trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    Now thank we all our God,
    with heart and hands and voices,
    who wondrous things has done,
    in whom this world rejoices;
    who from our mothers' arms
    has blessed us on our way
    with countless gifts of love,
    and still is ours today.

    O may this bounteous God
    through all our life be near us,
    with ever joyful hearts
    and blessed peace to cheer us;
    and keep us still in grace,
    and guide us when perplexed;
    and free us from all ills,
    in this world and the next.

    All praise and thanks to God
    the Father now be given;
    the Son, and him who reigns
    with them in highest heaven;
    the one eternal God,
    whom earth and heaven adore;
    for thus it was, is now,
    and shall be evermore.

  • Now The Day Is OverWords: Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865

    Now the day is over,
    Night is drawing nigh,
    Shadows of the evening
    Steal across the sky.

    Now the darkness gathers,
    Stars their watches keep,
    Birds and beasts and flowers
    Soon will be asleep.

    Jesus, give the weary
    Calm and sweet repose,
    With Thy tenderest blessing
    May their eyelids close.

    Grant to little children
    Visions bright of Thee,
    Guard the sailors tossing
    On the angry sea.

    Comfort every sufferer
    Watching late in pain,
    Those who plan some evil,
    From their sin restrain.

    Through the long night-watches
    May Thine angels spread
    Their white wings above me,
    Watching round my bed.

    When the morning wakens,
    Then may I arise,
    Pure and fresh and sinless
    In Thy holy eyes.

    Glory to the Father,
    Glory to the Son,
    And to Thee blest Spirit,
    Whilst all ages run.

  • Now The Green Blade RisesWords: John M. C. Crum

    Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
    Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
    Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
    Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

    In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain,
    Thinking that He'd never wake to life again,
    Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
    Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

    Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
    He that for three days in the grave had lain;
    Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
    Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

    When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
    By Your touch You call us back to life again;
    Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
    Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.

  • Now, on Land and Sea DescendingWords: Samuel Longfellow

    Now, on land and sea descending,
    brings the night its peace profound;
    let our vesper hymn be blending
    with the holy calm around.
    Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen!
    Let our vesper hymn be blending
    with the holy calm around.

    Soon as dies the sunset glory,
    stars of heaven shine out above,
    telling still the ancient story,
    their Creator's changeless love.
    Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen!
    Telling still the ancient story,
    their Creator's changeless love.

    Now, our wants and burdens leaving
    to God's care who cares for all,
    cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
    touched by God our burdens fall.
    Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen!
    Cease we fearing, cease we grieving;
    touched by God our burdens fall.

    As the darkness deepens o'er us,
    lo! eternal stars arise;
    hope and faith and love rise glorious,
    shining in the Spirit's skies.
    Jubilate! Jubilate! Jubilate! Amen!
    Hope and faith and love rise glorious,
    shining in the Spirit's skies.

  • O Come and Dwell in MeWords: Charles Wesley

    O come and dwell in me,
    Spirit of power within,
    and bring the glorious liberty
    from sorrow, fear, and sin.

    Hasten the joyful day
    which shall my sins consume,
    when old things shall be done away,
    and all things new become.

    I want the witness, Lord,
    that all I do is right,
    according to thy mind and word,
    well-pleasing in thy sight.

    I ask no higher state;
    indulge me but in this,
    and soon or later then translate
    to thine eternal bliss.

  • O Come, All Ye FaithfulWords: John F. Wade; trans. by Frederick Oakeley and others

    O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
    O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
    Come and behold him, born the King of angels;
    O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him,
    O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

    True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
    lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb;
    Son of the Father, begotten not created;

    Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
    O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
    Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

    See how the shepherds, summoned to his cradle,
    leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
    we too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;

    Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
    we would embrace thee with love and awe.
    Who would not love thee, loving us so dearly?

    Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning,
    Jesus, to thee be all glory given.
    Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing:

  • O Come, O Come, EmmanuelWords: Henry Sloane Coffin (st 2)

    O come, thou Wisdom from on high,
    and order all things far and nigh;
    to us the path of knowledge show
    and cause us in her ways to go.
    Rejoice! Rejoice!
    Emanuel shall come to thee,
    O Israel.

  • O Day of God, Draw NighWords: R.B.Y. Scott

    O day of God, draw nigh
    in beauty and in power;
    come with thy timeless judgment now
    to match our present hour.

    Bring to our troubled minds,
    uncertain and afraid,
    the quiet of a steadfast faith,
    calm of a call obeyed.

    Bring justice to our land,
    that all may dwell secure,
    and finely build for days to come
    foundations that endure.

    Bring to our world of strife
    thy sovereign word of peace,
    that war may haunt the earth no more,
    and desolation cease.

    O day of God, draw nigh
    as at creation's birth;
    let there be light again,
    and set thy judgments on the earth.

  • O Food to Pilgrims GivenWords: Maintzich Gesangbuch; trans. by John Athelstan Laurie Riley

    O food to pilgrims given,
    O bread of life from heaven,
    O manna from on high!
    We hunger; Lord, supply us,
    nor thy delights deny us,
    whose hearts to thee draw nigh.

    O stream of love past telling,
    O purest fountain, welling
    from out the Savior's side!
    We faint with thirst; revive us,
    of thine abundance give us,
    and all we need provide.

    O Jesus, by thee bidden,
    we here adore thee, hidden
    in forms of bread and wine.
    Grant when the veil is risen,
    we may behold, in heaven,
    thy countenance divine.

  • O For a Closer Walk With GodWords: William Cowper, 1772

    O for a closer walk with God,
    A calm and heavenly frame,
    A light to shine upon the road
    That leads me to the Lamb.

    Where is the blessedness I knew
    When first I saw the Lord?
    Where is that soul-refreshing view
    Of Jesus and His word?

    What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
    How sweet their memory still!
    But they have left an aching void
    The world can never fill.

    Return, O holy Dove! return,
    Sweet messenger of rest!
    I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
    And drove Thee from my breast.

    The dearest idol I have known,
    Whate’er that idol be.
    Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
    And worship only Thee.

    So shall my walk be close with God
    Calm and serene my frame;
    So purer light shall mark the road
    That leads me to the Lamb.

  • O For a Heart to Praise My GodWords: Charles Wesley

    O for a heart to praise my God,
    a heart from sin set free,
    a heart that always feels thy blood
    so freely shed for me.

    A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
    my great Redeemer's throne,
    where only Christ is heard to speak,
    where Jesus reigns alone.

    A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
    believing, true, and clean,
    which neither life nor death can part
    from Christ who dwells within.

    A heart in every thought renewed
    and full of love divine,
    perfect and right and pure and good,
    a copy, Lord, of thine.

    Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
    come quickly from above;
    write thy new name upon my heart,
    thy new, best name of Love.

  • O For a Thousand Tongues to SingWords: Charles Wesley

    O for a thousand tongues to sing
    my great Redeemer's praise,
    the glories of my God and King,
    the triumphs of his grace!

    My gracious Master and my God,
    assist me to proclaim,
    to spread through all the earth abroad
    the honors of thy name.

    Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
    that bids our sorrows cease;
    'tis music in the sinner's ears,
    'tis life, and health, and peace.

    He breaks the power of canceled sin,
    he sets the prisoner free;
    his blood can make the foulest clean;
    his blood availed for me.

    He speaks, and listening to his voice,
    new life the dead receive;
    the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
    the humble poor believe.

    Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
    your loosened tongues employ;
    ye blind, behold your savior come,
    and leap, ye lame, for joy.

    In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
    shall feel your sins forgiven;
    anticipate your heaven below,
    and own that love is heaven.

  • O God, Our Help in Ages PastWords: Isaac Watts

    O God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Our shelter from the stormy blast,
    And our eternal home.

    Under the shadow of Thy throne
    Thy saints have dwelt secure;
    Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
    And our defence is sure.

    Before the hills in order stood,
    Or earth received her frame,
    From everlasting Thou art God,
    To endless years the same.

    A thousand ages in Thy sight
    Are like an evening gone;
    Short as the watch that ends the night
    Before the rising sun.

    O God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
    And our eternal home.

  • O Happy Day, That Fixed My ChoiceWords: Philip Doddridge; refrain from Wesleyan Sacred Harp

    O happy day, that fixed my choice
    on thee, my Savior and my God!
    Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
    and tell its raptures all abroad.
    Happy day, happy day,
    when Jesus washed my sins away!
    He taught me how to watch and pray,
    and live rejoicing every day.
    Happy day, happy day,
    when Jesus washed my sins away!

    O happy bond, that seals my vows
    to him who merits all my love!
    Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
    while to that sacred shrine I move.

    It's done: the great transaction's done!
    I am the Lord's and he is mine;
    he drew me and I followed on,
    charmed to confess the voice divine.

    Now rest, my long-divided heart,
    fixed on this blissful center, rest.
    Here have I found a nobler part;
    here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

    High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
    that vow renewed shall daily hear,
    till in life's latest hour I bow
    and bless in death a bond so dear.

  • O How I Love JesusWords: Frederick Whitfield

    There is a name I love to hear,
    I love to sing its worth;
    it sounds like music in my ear,
    the sweetest name on earth.
    O how I love Jesus,
    O how I love Jesus,
    O how I love Jesus,
    because he first loved me!

    It tells me of a Savior's love,
    who died to set me free;
    it tells me of his precious blood,
    the sinner's perfect plea.

    It tells of one whose loving heart
    can feel my deepest woe;
    who in each sorrow bears a part
    that none can bear below.

  • O Jesus, I Have PromisedWords: John E. Bode

    O Jesus, I have promised
    to serve thee to the end;
    be thou forever near me,
    my Master and my friend.
    I shall not fear the battle
    if thou art by my side,
    nor wander from the pathway
    if thou wilt be my guide.

    O let me feel thee near me!
    The world is ever near;
    I see the sights that dazzle,
    the tempting sounds I hear;
    my foes are ever near me,
    around me and within;
    but Jesus, draw thou nearer,
    and shield my soul from sin.

    O let me hear thee speaking
    in accents clear and still,
    above the storms of passion,
    the murmurs of self-will.
    O speak to reassure me,
    to hasten or control;
    O speak, and make me listen,
    thou guardian of my soul.

    O Jesus, thou hast promised
    to all who follow thee
    that where thou art in glory
    there shall thy servant be.
    And Jesus, I have promised
    to serve thee to the end;
    O give me grace to follow,
    my Master and my Friend.

  • O Little Town of BethlehemWords: Phillips Brooks

    O little town of Bethlehem,
    how still we see thee lie;
    above thy deep and dreamless sleep
    the silent stars go by.
    Yet in thy dark streets shineth
    the everlasting light;
    the hopes and fears of all the years
    are met in thee tonight.

    For Christ is born of Mary,
    and gathered all above,
    while mortals sleep, the angels keep
    their watch of wondering love.
    O morning stars together,
    proclaim the holy birth,
    and praises sing to God the king,
    and peace to all on earth!

    How silently, how silently,
    the wondrous gift is given;
    so God imparts to human hearts
    the blessings of his heaven.
    No ear may hear his coming,
    but in this world of sin,
    where meek souls will receive him, still
    the dear Christ enters in.

    O holy Child of Bethlehem,
    descend to us, we pray;
    cast out our sin, and enter in,
    be born in us today.
    We hear the Christmas angels
    the great glad tidings tell;
    o come to us, abide with us,
    our Lord Emmanuel!

  • O Lord My GodWords: Stuart K. Hine

    O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder
    Consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
    I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
    Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed:

    Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God to thee,
    How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God to thee,
    How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

    When through the woods and forest glades I wander
    And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
    When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
    And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze:

    And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
    Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,
    That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
    He bled and died to take away my sin.

    When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
    And take me home - what joy shall fill my heart!
    When I shall bow in humble adoration,
    And there proclaim: My God, how great Thou art!

  • O Love Divine, What Hast Thou DoneWords: Charles Wesley

    O Love divine, what has thou done!
    The immortal God hath died for me!
    The Father's coeternal Son
    bore all my sins upon the tree.
    Th' immortal God for me hath died:
    My Lord, my Love, is crucified!

    Is crucified for me and you,
    to bring us rebels back to God.
    Believe, believe the record true,
    ye all are bought with Jesus' blood.
    Pardon for all flows from his side:
    My Lord, my Love, is crucified!

    Behold him, all ye that pass by,
    the bleeding Prince of life and peace!
    Come, sinners, see your Savior die,
    and say, Was ever grief like his?
    Come, feel with me his blood applied:
    My Lord, my Love, is crucified!

  • O Love That Wilt Not Let Me GoWords: George Matheson

    O Love that wilt not let me go,
    I rest my weary soul in thee;
    I give thee back the life I owe,
    that in thine ocean depths
    its flow may richer, fuller be.

    O Light that followest all my way,
    I yield my flickering torch to thee;
    my heart restores its borrowed ray,
    that in they sunshine's blaze
    its day may brighter, fairer be.

    O Joy that seekest me through pain,
    I cannot close my heart to thee;
    I trace the rainbow thru the rain,
    and feel the promise is not vain,
    that morn shall tearless be.

    O Cross that liftest up my head,
    I dare not ask to fly from thee;
    I lay in dust life's glory dead,
    and from the ground there blossoms
    red life that shall endless be.

  • O Love, How DeepWords: 15th cent. Latin; trans. by Benjamin Webb

    O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
    it fills the heart with ecstasy,
    that God, the Son of God, should take
    our mortal form for mortals' sake!

    For us baptized, for us he bore
    his holy fast and hungered sore,
    for us temptation sharp he knew;
    for us the tempter overthrew.

    For us he prayed; for us he taught;
    for us his daily works he wrought;
    by words and signs and actions thus
    still seeking not himself, but us.

    For us to evil power betrayed,
    scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
    he bore the shameful cross and death,
    for us gave up his dying breath.

    For us he rose from death again;
    for us he went on high to reign;
    for us he sent his Spirit here,
    to guide, to strengthen, and to cheer.

    All glory to our Lord and God
    for love so deep, so high, so broad:
    the Trinity whom we adore,
    forever and forevermore.

  • O Master, Let Me Walk with TheeWords: Washington Gladden

    O Master, let me walk with thee
    in lowly paths of service free;
    tell me thy secret; help me bear
    the strain of toil, the fret of care.

    Help me the slow of heart to move
    by some clear, winning word of love;
    teach me the wayward feet to stay,
    and guide them in the homeward way.

    Teach me thy patience; still with thee
    in closer, dearer company,
    in work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
    in trust that triumphs over wrong;

    In hope that sends a shining ray
    far down the future's broadening way,
    in peace that only thou canst give,
    with thee, O Master, let me live.

  • O Morning Star, How Fair and BrightWords: Philipp Nicolai; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    O Morning Star, how fair and bright
    thou beamest forth in truth and light,
    O Sovereign meek and lowly!
    Thou Root of Jesse, David's Son,
    my Lord and Master, thou has won
    my heart to serve thee solely!
    Thou art holy,
    fair and glorious, all-victorious,
    rich in blessing,
    rule and might o'er all possessing.

    Thou heavenly Brightness! Light divine!
    O deep within my heart now shine,
    and make thee there an altar!
    fill me with joy and strength to be
    thy member, ever joined to thee
    in love that cannot falter;
    toward thee longing
    doth possess me; turn and bless me;
    here in sadness
    eye and heart long for thy gladness.

  • O Perfect LoveWords: Dorothy B. Gurney

    O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,
    lowly we kneel in prayer before thy throne,
    that theirs may be the love which knows no ending,
    whom thou forevermore dost join in one.

    O perfect Life, be thou their full assurance
    of tender charity and steadfast faith,
    of patient hope and quiet, brave endurance,
    with childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.

    Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow;
    grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
    and to life's day the glorious unknown morrow
    that dawns upon eternal love and life.

  • O Praise Ye The LordWords: Henry Williams Baker, 1875

    O praise ye the Lord! praise Him in the height;
    Rejoice in His Word, ye angels of light;
    Ye heavens, adore Him by Whom ye were made,
    And worship before Him in brightness arrayed.

    O praise ye the Lord! Praise Him upon earth,
    In tuneful accord, ye sons of new birth;
    Praise Him Who hath brought you His grace from above,
    Praise Him Who hath taught you to sing of His love.

    O praise ye the Lord! All things that give sound;
    Each jubilant chord re-echo around;
    Loud organs, His glory forth tell in deep tone,
    And sweet harp, the story of what He hath done.

    O praise ye the Lord! Thanksgiving and song
    To Him be outpoured all ages along!
    For love in creation, for Heaven restored,
    For grace of salvation, O praise ye the Lord!

  • O Sacred Head Now WoundedWords: Anonymous; trans. by Paul Gerhardt and James W. Alexander

    O sacred Head, now wounded,
    with grief and shame weighed down,
    now scornfully surounded
    with thorns, thine only crown:
    how pale thou art with anguish,
    with sore abuse and scorn!
    How does that visage languish
    which once was bright as morn!

    What thou, my Lord, has suffered
    was all for sinners' gain;
    mine, mine was the transgression,
    but thine the deadly pain.
    Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
    'Tis I deserve thy place;
    look on me with thy favor,
    vouchsafe to me thy grace.

    What language shall I borrow
    to thank thee, dearest friend,
    for this thy dying sorrow,
    thy pity without end?
    O make me thine forever;
    and should I fainting be,
    Lord, let me never, never
    outlive my love for thee.

  • O Sing a Song of BethlehemWords: Louis F. Benson

    O sing a song of Bethlehem,
    of shepherds watching there,
    and of the news that came to them
    from angels in the air.
    The light that shone on Bethlehem
    fills all the world today;
    of Jesus' birth and peace on earth
    the angels sing alway.

    O sing a song of Nazareth,
    of sunny days of joy;
    O sing of fragrant flowers' breath,
    and of the sinless Boy.
    For now the flowers of Nazareth
    in every heart may grow;
    now spreads the fame of his dear name
    on all the winds that blow.

    O sing a song of Galilee,
    of lake and woods and hill,
    of him who walked upon the sea
    and bade the waves be still.
    For though like waves on Galilee,
    dark seas of trouble roll,
    when faith has heard the Master's work,
    falls peace upon the soul.

    O sing a song of Calvary,
    its glory and dismay,
    of him who hung upon the tree,
    and took our sins away.
    For he who died on Calvary
    is risen from the grave,
    and Christ, our Lord, by heaven adored,
    is mighty now to save.

  • O Spirit of the Living GodWords: Henry H. Tweedy

    O Spirit of the living God,
    thou light and fire divine,
    descend upon thy church once more,
    and make it truly thine.
    Fill it with love and joy and power,
    with righteousness and peace;
    till Christ shall dwell in human hearts,
    and sin and sorrow cease.

    Blow, wind of God! With wisdom blow
    until our minds are free
    from mists of error, clouds of doubt,
    which blind our eyes to thee.
    Burn, winged fire! Inspire our lips
    with flaming love and zeal,
    to preach to all thy great good news,
    God's glorious commonweal.

    Teach us to utter living words
    of truth which all may hear,
    the language all may understand
    when love speaks loud and clear;
    till every age and race and clime
    shall blend their creeds in one,
    and earth shall form one family
    by whom thy will is done.

    So shall we know the power of Christ
    who came this world to save;
    so shall we rise with him to life
    which soars beyond the grave;
    and earth shall win true holiness,
    which makes thy children whole;
    till, perfected by thee, we reach
    creation's glorious goal!

  • O Splendor of God's Glory BrightWords: Ambrose of Milan; trans. by Robert S. Bridges

    O splendor of God's glory bright,
    O thou that bringest light from light;
    O Light of light, light's living spring,
    O day, all days illumining.

    O thou true Sun, on us thy glance
    let fall in royal radiance;
    the Spirit's sanctifying beam
    upon our earthly senses stream.

    The Father, too, our prayers implore,
    Father of glory evermore;
    the Father of all grace and might,
    to banish sin from our delight.

    To guide whate'er we nobly do,
    with love all envy to subdue;
    to make ill fortune turn to fair,
    and give us grace our wrongs to bear.

  • O The Word of My LordWords: Jeremiah 1

    Oh the Word of my Lord,
    Deep within my being.
    Oh the Word of my Lord,
    You have filled my mind.

    Before I formed you in the womb
    I knew you through and through,
    I chose you to be mine.
    Before you left your mother’s side
    I called to you, my child, to be my sign.

    I know that you are very young,
    but I will make you strong
    – I’ll fill you with my word;
    and you will travel through the land,
    fulfilling my command which you have learned.

    And everywhere you are to go
    my hand will follow you;
    You will not be alone.
    In all the danger that you fear
    you’ll find me very near, Your words my own.

    With all my strength you will be filled:
    you will destroy and build,
    for that is my design,
    You will create and overthrow,
    Reap harvests I will sow – your word is mine.

  • O Thou Who Camest from AboveWords: Charles Wesley

    O Thou who camest from above,
    the pure celestial fire to impart
    kindle a flame of sacred love
    upon the mean altar of my heart.

    There let it for thy glory burn
    with inextinguishable blaze,
    and trembling to its source return,
    in humble prayer and fervent praise.

    Jesus, confirm my heart's desire
    to work and speak and think for thee;
    still let me guard the holy fire,
    and still stir up thy gift in me.

    Ready for all thy perfect will,
    my acts of faith and love repeat,
    till death thy endless mercies seal,
    and make my sacrifice complete.

  • O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must BeWords: Peter Abelard; trans. by John Mason Neale

    O what their joy and their glory must be,
    those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see;
    crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;
    God shall be all, and in all ever blest.

    Truly, Jerusalem name we that shore,
    city of peace that brings joy evermore;
    wish and fulfillment are not severed there,
    nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer.

    There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
    we the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing;
    while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
    thy blessed people eternally raise.

    Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
    we for that country must yearn and must sigh;
    seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
    through our long exile on Babylon's strand.

    Low before him with our praises we fall,
    of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all;
    of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son,
    through whom, the Spirit, with them ever One.

  • O Wondrous Sight! O Vision FairWords: Sarum Breviary; trans. by John Mason Neale

    O wondrous sight! O vision fair
    of glory that the church shall share,
    which Christ upon the mountain shows,
    where brighter than the sun he glows!

    From age to age the tale declares
    how with the three disciples there
    where Moses and Elijah meet,
    the Lord holds converse high and sweet.

    The law and prophets there have place,
    two chosen witnesses of grace;
    the Father's voice from out the cloud
    proclaims his only Son aloud.

    With shining face and bright array,
    Christ deigns to manifest that day
    what glory shall be theirs above
    who joy in God with perfect love.

    And faithful hearts are raised on high
    by this great vision's mystery;
    for which in joyful strains we raise
    the voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.

  • O Word of God IncarnateWords: William W. How

    O Word of God incarnate,
    O Wisdom from on high,
    O Truth unchanged, unchanging,
    O Light of our dark sky:
    we praise you for the radiance
    that from the hallowed page,
    a lantern to our footsteps,
    shines on from age to age.

    The church from you, our Savior,
    received the gift divine,
    and still that light is lifted
    o'er all the earth to shine.
    It is the sacred vessel
    where gems of truth are stored;
    it is the heaven-drawn picture
    of Christ, the living Word.

    The Scripture is a banner
    before God's host unfurled;
    it is a shining beacon
    above the darkling world.
    It is the chart and compass
    that o'er life's surging tide,
    mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
    to you, O Christ, will guide.

    O make your church, dear Savior,
    a lamp of purest gold,
    to bear before the nations
    your true light as of old.
    O teach your wandering pilgrims
    by this their path to trace,
    till, clouds and darkness ended,
    they see you face to face.

  • O Worship the KingWords: Robert Grant

    O worship the King, all glorious above,
    O gratefully sing God's power and God's love;
    our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
    pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

    O tell of God's might, O sing of God's grace,
    whose robe is the light, whose canopy space,
    whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
    and dark is God's path on the wings of the storm.

    The earth with its store of wonders untold,
    Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
    hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
    and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

    Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
    It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
    it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
    and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

    Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
    in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
    thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
    our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

  • O Young and Fearless ProphetWords: S. Ralph Harlow

    O young and fearless Prophet of ancient Galilee,
    Thy life is still a summons to serve humanity;
    To make our thoughts and actions less prone to please the crowd,
    To stand with humble courage for truth with hearts uncowed.

    We marvel at the purpose that held Thee to Thy course
    While ever on the hilltop before Thee loomed the cross;
    Thy steadfast face set forward where love and duty shone,
    While we betray so quickly and leave Thee there alone.

    O help us stand unswerving against war’s bloody way,
    Where hate and lust and falsehood hold back Christ’s holy sway;
    Forbid false love of country that blinds us to His call,
    Who lifts above the nations the unity of all.

    Stir up in us a protest against our greed for wealth,
    While others starve and hunger and plead for work and health;
    Where homes with little children cry out for lack of bread,
    Who live their years sore burdened beneath a gloomy dread.

    Create in us the splendor that dawns when hearts are kind,
    That knows not race nor station as boundaries of the mind;
    That learns to value beauty, in heart, or brain, or soul,
    And longs to bind God’s children into one perfect whole.

    O young and fearless Prophet, we need Thy presence here,
    Amid our pride and glory to see Thy face appear;
    Once more to hear Thy challenge above our noisy day,
    Again to lead us forward along God’s holy way.

  • O Zion, HasteWords: Mary A. Thompson

    O Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling,
    to tell to all the world that God is light,
    that he who made all nations is not willing
    one soul should perish, lost in shades of night.
    Publish glad tidings, tidings of peace;
    tidings of Jesus, redemption and release.

    Behold how many thousands still are lying
    bound in the darksome prisonhouse of sin,
    with none to tell them of the Savior's dying,
    or of the life he died for them to win.

    Proclaim to every people, tongue, and nation
    that God, in whom they live and move, is love;
    tell how he stooped to save his lost creation,
    and died on earth that we might live above.

    Give of thine own to bear the message glorious;
    give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;
    pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious;
    O Zion, haste to bring the brighter day.

  • On Jordan's Stormy Banks I StandWords: Samuel Stennett

    On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
    and cast a wishful eye
    to Canaan's fair and happy land,
    where my possessions lie.
    I am bound for the promised land,
    I am bound for the promised land;
    oh, who will come and go with me?
    I am bound for the promised land.

    O'er all those wide extended plains
    shines one eternal day;
    there God the Son forever reigns,
    and scatters night away.

    No chilling winds or poisonous breath
    can reach that healthful shore;
    sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
    are felt and feared no more.

    When I shall reach that happy place,
    I'll be forever blest,
    for I shall see my Father's face,
    and in his bosom rest.

  • On This Day Earth Shall RingWords: Piae Cantiones; trans. by Jame M. Joseph

    On this day earth shall right
    with the song children sing
    to the Lord, Christ our King,
    born on earth to save us;
    him the Father gave us.
    Id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o, id-e-o-o-o,
    gloria in excelsis Deo!

    His the doom, ours the mirth;
    when he came down to earth,
    Bethlehem saw his birth;
    ox and ass beside him
    from the cold would hide him.

    God's bright star, o'er his head,
    Wise Men three to him led;
    kneel they low by his bed,
    lay their gifts before him,
    praise him and adore him.

    On this day angels sing;
    with their song earth shall ring,
    praising Christ, heaven's King,
    born on earth to save us;
    peace and love he gave us.

  • Once in Royal David's CityWords: Cecil Frances Alexander

    Once in royal David's city
    stood a lowly cattle shed,
    where a mother laid her baby
    in a manger for his bed;
    Mary, loving mother mild,
    Jesus Christ, her little child.

    He came down to earth from heaven
    who is God and Lord of all,
    and his shelter was a stable,
    and his cradle was a stall.
    With the poor, the scorned, the lowly
    lived on earth our Savior holy.

    Jesus is our childhood's pattern;
    day by day, like us he grew;
    he was little, weak, and helpless,
    tears and smiles like us he knew;
    and he feeleth for our sadness,
    and he shareth in our gladness.

    And our eyes at last shall see him,
    through his own redeeming love;
    for that chlid so dear and gentle
    is our Lord in heaven above;
    and he leads his children on
    to the place where he is gone.

  • One Day At A Time Sweet JesusMarijohn Wilkins / Kris Kristofferson

    I'm only human, I'm just a woman.
    Help me believe in what I could be
    And all that I am.
    Show me the stairway, I have to climb.
    Lord for my sake, teach me to take
    One day at a time.

    One day at a time sweet Jesus
    That's all I'm asking from you.
    Just give me the strength
    To do everyday what I have to do.
    Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus
    And tomorrow may never be mine.
    Lord help me today, show me the way
    One day at a time.

    Do you remember, when you walked among men?
    Well Jesus you know if you're looking below
    It's worse now, than then.
    Cheating and stealing, violence and crime
    So for my sake, teach me to take
    One day at a time.


  • One More Step Along The WorldWords: Sydney Carter

    One more step along the world I go,
    one more step along the world I go;
    from the old things to the new
    keep me traveling along with you:

    And it's from the old I travel to the new;
    keep me traveling along with you.

    Round the corner of the world I turn,
    more and more about the world I learn;
    all the new things that I see
    you'll be looking at along with me:

    As I travel through the bad and good,
    keep me traveling the way I should;
    where I see no way to go
    you'll be telling me the way, I know:

    Give me courage when the world is rough,
    keep me loving though the world is tough;
    leap and sing in all I do,
    keep me traveling along with you:

    You are older than the world can be,
    you are younger than the life in me;
    ever old and ever new,
    keep me traveling along with you:

  • Only Trust HimWords: John H. Stockton

    Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
    there's mercy with the Lord;
    and he will surely give you rest,
    by trusting in his Word.
    Only trust him, only trust him,
    only trust him now.
    He will save you, he will save you,
    he will save you now.

    For Jesus shed his precious blood
    rich blessings to bestow;
    plunge now into the crimson flood
    that washes bright as snow.

    Yes, Jesus is the truth the way
    that leads you into rest;
    believe in him without delay,
    and you are fully blest.

    Come then and join this holy band,
    and on to glory go,
    to dwell in that celestial land
    where joys immortal flow.

  • Onward, Christian SoldiersWords: Sabine Baring-Gould

    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
    with the cross of Jesus going on before.
    Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
    forward into battle see his banners go!
    Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
    with the cross of Jesus going on before.

    At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee;
    on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
    Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
    brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.

    Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
    brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
    We are not divided, all one body we,
    one in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

    Crowns and thrones my perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
    but the church of Jesus constant will remain.
    Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail;
    we have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail.

    Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng,
    blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
    Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King,
    this through countless ages men and angels sing.

  • Open My Eyes, That I May SeeWords: Clara H. Scott

    Open my eyes, that I may see
    glimpses of truth thou hast for me;
    place in my hands the wonderful key
    that shall unclasp and set me free.
    Silently now I wait for thee,
    ready, my God, thy will to see.
    Open my eyes, illumine me, Spirit divine!

    Open my ears, that I may hear
    voices of truth thou sendest clear;
    and while the wavenotes fall on my ear,
    everything false will disappear.
    Silently now I wait for thee,
    ready, my God, thy will to see.
    Open my ears, illumine me, Spirit divine!

    Open my mouth, and let me bear
    gladly the warm truth everywhere;
    open my heart and let me prepare
    love with thy children thus to share.
    Silently now I wait for thee,
    ready, my God, thy will to see.
    Open my heart, illumine me, Spirit divine!

  • Our God Our Help In Ages PastWords: Isaac Watts

    Our God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Our shelter from the stormy blast,
    And our eternal home.

    Under the shadow of Thy throne
    Thy saints have dwelt secure;
    Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
    And our defence is sure.

    Before the hills in order stood,
    Or earth received her frame,
    From everlasting Thou art God,
    To endless years the same.

    Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
    "Return, ye sons of men:"
    All nations rose from earth at first,
    And turn to earth again.

    A thousand ages in Thy sight
    Are like an evening gone;
    Short as the watch that ends the night
    Before the rising sun.

    Time, like an ever rolling stream,
    Bears all its sons away;
    They fly, forgotten, as a dream
    Dies at the opening day.

    Our God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
    And our eternal home.

  • Pass Me Not, O Gentle SaviorWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
    hear my humble cry;
    while on others thou art calling,
    do not pass me by.
    Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry;
    while on others thou art calling,
    do not pass me by.

    Let me at thy throne of mercy
    find a sweet relief,
    kneeling there in deep contrition;
    help my unbelief.

    Trusting only in thy merit,
    would I seek thy face;
    heal my wounded, broken spirit,
    save me by thy grace.

    Thou the spring of all my comfort,
    more than life to me,
    whom have I on earth beside thee?
    Whom in heaven but thee?

  • Peace Perfect PeaceWords: Edward H. Bickersteth, Jr., 1875

    Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
    The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

    Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
    To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.

    Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
    On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.

    Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
    In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.

    Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
    Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.

    Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
    Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.

    It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
    And Jesus call us to Heaven’s perfect peace.

  • Praise the Lord Who Reigns AboveWords: Charles Wesley

    Praise the Lord who reigns above
    and keeps his court below;
    praise the holy God of love
    and all his greatness show;
    praise him for his noble deeds,
    praise him for his matchless power;
    him from whom all good proceeds
    let earth and heaven adore.

    Celebrate th' eternal God
    with harp and psaltery,
    timbrels soft and cymbals loud
    in this high praise agree;
    praise with every tuneful string;
    all the reach of heavenly art,
    all the powers of music bring,
    the music of the heart.

    God, in whom they move and live,
    let every creature sing,
    glory to their Maker give,
    and homage to their King.
    Hallowed be thy name beneath,
    as in heaven on earth adored;
    praise the Lord in every breath,
    let all things praise the Lord.

  • Praise To The Holiest In The HeightWords: John H. Newman

    Praise to the Holiest in the height,
    And in the depth be praise;
    In all His words most wonderful,
    Most sure in all His ways!

    O loving wisdom of our God!
    When all was sin and shame,
    A second Adam to the fight
    And to the rescue came.

    O wisest love! that flesh and blood,
    Which did in Adam fail,
    Should strive afresh against the foe,
    Should strive and should prevail;

    And that a higher gift than grace
    Should flesh and blood refine,
    God’s presence and His very Self,
    And Essence all-Divine.

    O generous love! that He who smote
    In man for man the foe,
    The double agony in Man
    For man should undergo;

    And in the garden secretly,
    And on the cross on high,
    Should teach His brethren and inspire
    To suffer and to die.

    Praise to the Holiest in the height,
    And in the depth be praise;
    In all His words most wonderful,
    Most sure in all His ways!

  • Praise to the Lord, the AlmightyWords: Joachim Neander

    Praise to the Lord,
    the Almighty, the King of creation.
    O my soul, praise him,
    for he is thy health and salvation!
    All ye who hear,
    now to his temple draw near;
    join me in glad adoration!

    (Trans. copr. 1989 by UM Publishing House)

    Praise to the Lord,
    who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
    surely his goodness
    and mercy here daily attend thee.
    Ponder anew
    what the Almighty can do,
    who with his love doth befriend thee.

    (Trans. copr. 1989 by UM Publishing House)

    Praise to the Lord!
    O let all that is in me adore him!
    All that hath life and breath,
    come now with praises before him!
    Let the amen sound from his people again;
    gladly forever adore him.

  • Praise, My Soul, the King of HeavenWords: Henry F. Lyte

    Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
    to the throne thy tribute bring;
    ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
    evermore God's praises sing.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Praise the everlasting King.

    Praise the Lord for grace and favor
    to all people in distress;
    praise God, still the same as ever,
    slow to chide, and swift to bless.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Glorious now God's faithfulness.

    Fatherlike, God tends and spares us;
    well our feeble frame God knows;
    motherlike, God gently bears us,
    rescues us from all our foes.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Widely yet God's mercy flows.

    Angels in the heights, adoring,
    you behold God face to face;
    saints triumphant, now adoring,
    gathered in from every race.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Praise with us the God of grace.

  • Prayer Is the Soul's Sincere DesireWords: James Montgomery

    Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
    unuttered or expressed,
    the motion of a hidden fire
    that trembles in the breast.

    Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
    the falling of a tear,
    the upward glancing of an eye,
    when none but God is near.

    Prayer is the simplest form of speech
    that infant lips can try;
    prayer the sublimest strains that reach
    the Majesty on high.

    Prayer is the contrite sinners' voice,
    returning from their way,
    while angels in their songs rejoice
    and cry, Behold, they pray!

    Prayer is the Christians' vital breath,
    the Christians' native air;
    their watchword at the gates of death;
    they enter heaven with prayer.

    O Thou, by whom we come to God,
    the Life, the Truth, the Way:
    the path of prayer thyself hast trod;
    Lord, teach us how to pray!

  • Precious NameWords: Lydia Baxter

    Take the name of Jesus with you,
    child of sorrow and of woe;
    it will joy and comfort give you;
    take it then, where'er you go.
    Precious name, O how sweet!
    Hope of earth and joy of heaven.
    Precious name, O how sweet!
    Hope of earth and joy of heaven.

    Take the name of Jesus ever,
    as a shield from every snare;
    if temptations round you gather,
    breathe that holy name in prayer.

    O the precious name of Jesus!
    How it thrills our souls with joy,
    when his loving arms receive us,
    and his songs our tongues employ!

    At the name of Jesus bowing,
    falling prostrate at his feet,
    King of kings in heaven we'll crown him,
    when our journey is complete.

  • Pues Si VivimosWords: Anonymous (st 1); Roberto Escamilla (sts 2, 3, 4)

    Pues si vivimos, para El vivimos
    y si morimos para El morimos.
    Sea que vivamos o que muramos,
    Somos del Senor, somos del Senor.
    Somos del Senor, somos del Senor.

    En esta vida, frutos hemos de dar.
    Las obras buenas son para ofrendar.
    Ya sea que demos o que recibamos,

    En la tristeza y en el dolor,
    en la belleza y en el amor,
    sea que suframos o que gocemos,

    En este mundo, hemos de encontrar
    gente que llora y sin consolar.
    Sea que ayudemos o que alimentemos,

  • Rejoice, the Lord Is KingWords: Charles Wesley

    Rejoice, the Lord is King!
    Your Lord and King adore;
    mortals, give thanks and sing,
    and triumph evermore.
    Lift up your heart,
    lift up your voice; rejoice;
    again I say, rejoice.

    Jesus the Savior reigns,
    the God of truth and love;
    when he had purged our stains,
    he took his seat above.
    Lift up your heart,
    lift up your voice; rejoice,
    again I say, rejoice.

    His kingdom cannot fail;
    he rules o'er earth and heaven;
    the keys of earth and hell
    are to our Jesus given.
    Lift up your heart,
    lift up your voice; rejoice,
    again I say, rejoice.

    Rejoice in glorious hope!
    Jesus the Judge shall come,
    and take his servants up
    to their eternal home.
    We soon shall hear
    th'archangel's voice; the trump of God
    shall sound, rejoice!

  • Rejoice, Ye Pure in HeartWords: Edward H. Plumtre

    Rejoice, ye pure in heart;
    rejoice, give thanks and sing;
    your glories banner wave on high,
    the cross of Christ your King.
    Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
    give thanks and sing.

    Your clear hosannas raise,
    and alleluias loud;
    whilst answering echoes upward float,
    like wreaths of incense cloud.

    Yes, on through life's long path,
    still chanting as ye go;
    from youth to age, by night and day,
    in gladness and in woe.

    At last the march shall end;
    the wearied ones shall rest;
    the pilgrims find their heavenly home,
    Jerusalem the blest.

    Praise God who reigns on high,
    th Lord whom we adore,
    the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
    one God forevermore.

  • Rescue the PerishingWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
    snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
    weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
    tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
    Rescue the perishing, care for the dying;
    Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

    Though they are slighting him, still he is waiting,
    waiting the penitent child to receive;
    plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
    he will forgive if they only believe.

    Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
    feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
    touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
    chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

    Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
    strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
    back to the narrow way patiently win them;
    tell the poor wanderer a Savior has died.

  • Rise Up, O Men of GodWords: William P. Merrill

    Rise up, O men of God!
    Have done with lesser things.
    Give heart and mind and soul and strength
    to serve the King of kings.

    Rise up, O men of God!
    The kingdom tarries long.
    Bring in the day of brotherhood
    and end the night of wrong.

    Rise up, O men of God!
    The church for you doth wait,
    her strength unequal to her task;
    rise up, and make her great!

    Lift high the cross of Christ!
    Tread where his feet have trod.
    As brothers of the Son of Man,
    rise up, O men of God!

  • Rock of Ages, Cleft for MeWords: Augustus M. Toplady

    Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
    let me hide myself in thee;
    let the water and the blood,
    from thy wounded side which flowed,
    be of sin the double cure;
    save from wrath and make me pure.

    Not the labors of my hands
    can fulfill thy law's commands;
    could my zeal no respite know,
    could my tears forever flow,
    all for sin could not atone;
    thou must save, and thou alone.

    Nothing in my hand I bring,
    simply to the cross I cling;
    naked, come to thee for dress;
    helpless, look to the for grace;
    foul, I to the fountain fly;
    wash me, Savior, or I die.

    While I draw this fleeting breath,
    when mine eyes shall close in death,
    when I soar to worlds unknown,
    see thee on thy judgment throne,
    Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
    let me hide myself in thee.

  • Safe In The Arms Of JesusWords: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1868

    Safe in the arms of Jesus
    Safe on His gentle breast,
    There by His love o’er shaded
    Sweetly my soul shall rest.
    Hark ‘tis the voice of Angels
    Borne in a song to me,
    Over the field of glory,
    Over the jasper sea.

    Safe in the arms of Jesus
    Safe on His gentle breast,
    There by His love o’er shaded
    Sweetly my soul shall rest.

    Safe in the arms of Jesus,
    Safe from corroding care,
    Safe from the world’s temptations
    Sin cannot harm me there.
    Free from the blight of sorrow,
    Free from my doubts and fears,
    Only a few more trials,
    Only a few more tears.

    Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
    Jesus has died for me.
    Firm on the Rock of Ages
    Ever my trust shall be.
    Here let me wait with patience,
    Wait till the night is o’er.
    Wait till I see the morning,
    Break on the golden shore.

  • Saved By GraceWords: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1891

    Some day the silver cord will break,
    And I no more as now shall sing;
    But oh, the joy when I shall wake
    Within the palace of the King!

    And I shall see Him face to face,
    And tell the story—Saved by grace;
    And I shall see Him face to face,
    And tell the story—Saved by grace.

    Some day my earthly house will fall.
    I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;
    But this I know—my All in All
    Has now a place in Heav’n for me.


    Some day, when fades the golden sun
    Beneath the rosy tinted west,
    My blessèd Lord will say, “Well done!”
    And I shall enter into rest.


    Some day: till then I’ll watch and wait,
    My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
    That when my Savior opens the gate,
    My soul to Him may take its flight.


  • Savior of the Nations, ComeWords: Martin Luther (sts 1, 2); trans. by William Reynolds

    Savior of the nations, come;
    Virgin's son, here make thy home!
    Marvel now, O heaven and earth,
    that the Lord chose such a birth.

    Not by human flesh and blood;
    by the Spirit of our God
    was the Word of God made flesh,
    woman's offspring, pure and fresh.

  • Savior, Again to Thy Dear NameWords: John Ellerton

    Savior, again to thy dear name we raise
    with one accord our parting hymn of praise;
    guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
    that in this house have called upon thy name.

    Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;
    with thee began, with thee shall end the day.
    From harm and danger keep thy children free,
    for dark and light are both alike to thee.

    Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life;
    peace to thy church from error and from strife;
    peace to our land, the fruit of truth and love;
    peace in each heart, thy Spirit from above;

    Thy peace in life, the balm of every pain;
    thy peace in death, the hope to rise again;
    then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,
    call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace.

  • Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead UsWords: Attr. to Dorothy A. Thrupp

    Savior, like a shepherd lead us,
    much we need thy tender care;
    in thy pleasant pastures feed us,
    for our use thy folds prepare.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Thou hast bought us, thine we are.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Thou hast bought us, thine we are.

    We are thine, thou dost befriend us,
    be the guardian of our way;
    keep thy flock, from sin defend us,
    seek us when we go astray.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Hear, O hear us when we pray.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Hear, O hear us when we pray.

    Thou hast promised to receive us,
    poor and sinful though we be;
    thou hast mercy to relieve us,
    grace to cleanse and power to free.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    We will early turn to thee.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    We will early turn to thee.

    Early let us seek thy favor,
    early let us do thy will;
    blessed Lord and only Savior,
    with thy love our bosoms fill.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Thou hast loved us, love us still.
    Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus!
    Thou hast loved us, love us still.

  • See the Morning Sun AscendingWords: Charles Parkin

    See the morning sun ascending,
    radiant in the eastern sky;
    hear the angel voices blending
    in their praise to God on high!
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Glory be to God on high!

    So may we, in lowly station,
    join the choristers above;
    singing with the whole creation,
    praising thee for thy great love.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Glory be to God above!

    For the loving-kindness ever
    shed upon our earthly way;
    for they mercy, ceasing never,
    for thy blessing day by day:
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Glory be to God alway!

    Wisdom, honor, power, and blessing!
    with the angelic host we cry;
    round thy throne, thy name confessing,
    Lord, we would to thee draw nigh.
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Glory be to God on high!

  • Shall We Gather at the RiverWords: Robert Lowry

    Shall we gather at the river,
    where bright angel feet have trod,
    with its crystal tide forever
    flowing by the throne of God?
    Yes, we'll gather at the river,
    the beautiful, the beautiful river;
    gather with the saints at the river
    that flows by the throne of God.

    On the margin of the river,
    washing up its silver spray,
    we will walk and worship ever,
    all the happy golden day.

    Ere we reach the shining river,
    lay we every burden down;
    grace our spirits will deliver,
    and provide a robe and crown.

    Soon we'll reach the shining river,
    soon our pilgrimage will cease;
    soon our happy hearts will quiver
    with the melody of peace.

  • Silent Night, Holy NightWords: Joseph Mohr; trans. by John F. Young (sts 1, 2, 3) and anon. (st 4)

    Silent night, holy night,
    all is calm, all is bright
    round yon virgin
    mother and child.
    Holy infant, so tender and mild,
    sleep in heavenly peace,
    sleep in heavenly peace.

    Silent night, holy night,
    shepherds quake at the sight;
    glories stream from heaven afar,
    heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
    Christ the Savior is born,
    Christ the Savior is born!

    Silent night, holy night,
    Son of God, love's pure light;
    radiant beams from thy holy face
    with the dawn of redeeming grace,
    Jesus, Lord, at thy birth,
    Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

    Silent night, holy night,
    wondrous star, lend thy light;
    with the angels let us sing,
    Alleluia to our King;
    Christ the Savior is born,
    Christ the Savior is born!

  • Sing HosannaTraditional

    Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning.
    Give me oil in my lamp, I pray.
    Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning,
    Keep me burning till the break of day.

    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King of kings.
    Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
    Sing hosanna to the King.

    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising.
    Give me joy in my heart, I pray.
    Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,
    Keep me praising till the break of day.

    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting.
    Give me peace in my heart, I pray.
    Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting,
    Keep me resting till the break of day.

    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving.
    Give me love in my heart, I pray.
    Give me love in my heart, keep me serving,
    Keep me serving till the break of day.

  • Sing Praise to God Who Reigns AboveWords: Johann J. Schutz; trans. by Frances E. Cox

    Sing praise to God who reigns above,
    the God of all creation,
    the God of power, the God of love,
    the God of our salvation.
    With healing balm my soul is filled
    and every faithless murmur stilled:
    To God all praise and glory.

    The Lord is never far away,
    but through all grief distressing,
    an ever present help and stay,
    our peace and joy and blessing.
    As with a mother's tender hand,
    God gently leads the chosen band:
    To God all praise and glory.

    Thus all my toilsome way along,
    I sing aloud thy praises,
    that earth may hear the grateful song
    my voice unwearied raises.
    Be joyful in the Lord, my heart,
    both soul and body bear your part:
    To God all praise and glory.

    Let all who name Christ's holy name
    give God all praise and glory;
    let all who own his power proclaim
    aloud the wondrous story!
    Cast each false idol from its throne,
    for Christ is Lord, and Christ alone:
    To God all praise and glory.

  • Sing with All the Saints in GloryWords: William J. Irons

    Sing with all the saints in glory,
    sing the resurrection song!
    Death and sorrow, earth's dark story,
    to the former days belong.
    All around the clouds are breaking,
    soon the storms of time shall cease;
    in God's likeness we, awaking,
    know the everlasting peace.

    O what glory, far exceeding
    all that eye has yet perceived!
    Holiest hearts, for ages pleading,
    never that full joy conceived.
    God has promised, Christ prepares it,
    there on high our welcome waits.
    Every humble spirit shares it;
    Christ has passed th'eternal gates.

    Life eternal! heaven rejoices;
    Jesus lives, who once was dead.
    Join we now the deathless voices;
    child of God, lift up your head!
    Patriarchs from the distant ages,
    saints all longing for their heaven,
    prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages,
    all await the glory given.

    Life eternal! O what wonders
    crowd on faith; what joy unknown,
    when, amidst earth's closing thunders,
    saints shall stand before the throne!
    O to enter that bright portal,
    see that glowing firmament;
    know, with thee, O God Immortal,
    Jesus Christ whom thou has sent!

  • Sing, My Tongue, the Glorious BattleWords: Venantius Honorius Fortunatus; trans. by Percy Dearmer

    Sing; my tongue, the glorious battle,
    sing the ending of the fray;
    now above the cross, the trophy,
    sound the loud triumphant lay:
    tell how Christ, the world's Redeemer,
    as a victim won the day.

    Tell how, when at length the fullness
    of th' appointed time was come,
    Christ, the Word, was born of woman,
    left for us his heavenly home;
    showed us human life made perfect,
    shone as light amid the gloom.

    Thus, with thirty years accomplished,
    went he forth from Nazareth,
    distined, dedicated, willing,
    wrought his work, and met his death.
    Like a lamb he humbly yielded
    on the cross his dying breath.

    Faithful cross, thou sign of triumph,
    now for us the noblest tree,
    none in foliage, none in blossom,
    none in fruit thy peer may be;
    symbol of the world's redemption,
    for the weight that hung on thee!

    Unto God be praise and glory:
    to the Father and the Son,
    to th' eternal Spirit honor
    now and evermore be done;
    praise and glory in the highest,
    while unending ages run.

  • Softly and Tenderly Jesus Is CallingWords: Will L. Thompson

    Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
    calling for you and for me;
    see, on the portals he's waiting and watching,
    watching for you and for me.
    Come home, come home;
    ye who are weary come home;
    earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
    calling, O sinner, come home!

    Why should we tary when Jesus is pleading,
    pleading for you and for me?
    Why should we linger and heed not his mercies,
    mercies for you and for me?

    Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
    passing from you and from me;
    shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
    coming for you and for me.

    O for the wonderful love he has promised,
    promised for you and for me!
    Though we have sinned, he has mercy and pardon,
    pardon for you and for me.

  • Soldiers of Christ, AriseWords: Charles Wesley

    Soldiers of Christ arise,
    and put your armor on,
    strong in he strength which God supplies
    thru his eternal Son;
    strong in the Lord of Hosts,
    and in his mighty power,
    who in the strength of Jesus trusts
    is more than conqueror.

    Stand then in his great might,
    with all his strength endued,
    but take to arm you for the fight
    the panoply of God;
    that having all things done,
    and all your conflicts passed,
    ye may o'ercome thru Christ alone
    and stand entire at last.

    Pray without ceasing, pray,
    (your Captain gives the word)
    his summons cheerfully obey
    and call upon the Lord;
    to God your every want
    in instant prayer display,
    pray always, pray and never faint,
    pray, without ceasing pray.

    From strength to strength go on,
    wrestle and fight and pray,
    tread all the powers of darkness down
    and win the well-fought day.
    Still let the Spirit cry
    in all his soldiers, Come!
    till Christ the Lord, descends from high
    and takes the conquerors home.

  • Soul Of My Saviour(Anima Christi)

    Soul of my Saviour, sanctify my breast;
    Body of Christ, be thou my saving guest:
    Blood of my Saviour, bathe me in thy tide
    Wash me with water flowing from thy side.

    Strength and protection may thy Passion be;
    O blessed Jesus, hear and answer me;
    Deep in thy wounds, Lord, hide and shelter me;
    So shall I never, never part from thee.

    Guard and defend me from the foe malign;
    In deaths dread moments make me only thine;
    Call me, and bid me come to thee on high,
    When I may praise thee with thy saints for aye.

  • Spirit of Faith, Come DownWords: Charles Wesley

    Spirit of faith, come down,
    reveal the things of God,
    and make to us the Godhead known,
    and witness with the blood.
    'Tis thine the blood to apply
    and give us eyes to see,
    who did for every sinner die
    hath surely died for me.

    No one can truly say
    that Jesus is the Lord,
    unless thou take the veil away
    and breathe the living Word.
    Then, only then, we feel
    our interest in his blood,
    and cry with joy unspeakable,
    Thou art my Lord, my God!

    O that the word might know
    the all atoning Lamb!
    Spirit of faith, descend and show
    the virtue of his name;
    the grace which all may find,
    the saving power, impart,
    and testify to humankind,
    and speak in every heart.

    Inspire the living faith
    (which whosoe'er receive,
    the witness in themselves they have
    and consciously believe),
    the faith that conquers all,
    and doth the mountain move,
    and saves whoe'er on Jesus call,
    and perfects them in love.

  • Spirit of God, Descend upon My HeartWords: George Croly

    Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
    wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
    stoop to my weakness, mighty as thou art,
    and make me love thee as I ought to love.

    I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
    no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
    no angel visitant, no opening skies;
    but take the dimness of my soul away.

    Has thou not bid me love thee, God and King?
    All, all thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind.
    I see thy cross; there teach my heart to cling.
    O let me seek thee, and O let me find.

    Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh;
    teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
    To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,
    teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

    Teach me to love thee as thine angels love,
    one holy passion filling all my frame;
    the kindling of the heaven-descended Dove,
    my heart an altar, and thy love the flame.

  • Stand Up and Bless the LordWords: James Montgomery

    Stand up and bless the Lord,
    ye people of his choice;
    stand up and bless the Lord your God
    with heart and soul and voice.

    Though high above all praise,
    above all blessing high,
    who would not fear his holy name,
    and laud and magnify?

    O for the living flame
    from his own altar brought,
    to touch our lips, our minds inspire,
    and wing to heaven our thought!

    God is our strength and song,
    and his salvation ours;
    then be his love in Christ proclaimed
    with all our ransomed powers.

    Stand up and bless the Lord;
    the Lord your God adore;
    stand up and bless his glorious name,
    henceforth forevermore.

  • Stand Up, Stand Up for JesusWords: George Duffield, Jr.

    Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
    ye soldiers of the cross;
    lift high his royal banner,
    it must not suffer loss.
    From victory unto victory
    his army shall he lead,
    till every foe is vanquished,
    and Christ is Lord indeed.

    Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
    the trumpet call obey;
    forth to the mighty conflict,
    in this his glorious day.
    Ye that are brave now serve him
    against unnumbered foes;
    let courage rise with danger,
    and strength to strength oppose.

    Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
    stand in his strength alone;
    the arm of flesh will fail you,
    ye dare not trust your own.
    Put on the gospel armor,
    each piece put on with prayer;
    where duty calls or danger,
    be never wanting there.

    Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
    the strife will not be long;
    this day the noise of battle,
    the next the victor's song.
    To those who vanquish evil
    a crown of life shall be;
    they with the King of Glory
    shall reign eternally.

  • Standing on the PromisesWords: R. Kelso Carter

    Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
    through eternal ages let his praises ring;
    glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
    standing on the promises of God.
    Standing, standing,
    standing on the promises of Christ my Savior;
    standing, standing,
    I'm standing on the promises of God.

    Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
    when the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
    by the living Word of God I shall prevail,
    standing on the promises of God.

    Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
    bound to him eternally by love's strong cord,
    overcoming daily with the Spirit's sword,
    standing on the promises of God.

    Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
    listening every moment to the Spirit's call,
    resting in my Savior as my all in all,
    standing on the promises of God.

  • Sweet By-And-ByWords: San­ford F. Ben­nett, 1868

    There’s a land that is fairer than day,
    And by faith we can see it afar,
    For the Father waits over the way,
    To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

    In the sweet by-and-by
    We shall meet on that beautiful shore;

    We shall sing on that beautiful shore
    The melodious songs of the blest,
    And our spirits shall sorrow no more
    Not a sigh for the blessing of the rest.


    To our bountiful Father above
    We will offer the tribute of praise,
    For the glorious gift of His love,
    And the blessings that hallow our days.


  • Sweet Hour of PrayerWords: William Walford

    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    that calls me from a world of care,
    and bids me at my Father's throne
    make all my wants and wishes known.
    In seasons of distress and grief,
    my soul has often found relief,
    and oft escaped the tempter's snare
    by thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    the joys I feel, the bliss I share
    of those whose anxious spirits burn
    with strong desires for thy return!
    With such I hasten to the place
    where God my Savior shows his face,
    and gladly take my station there,
    and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    thy wings shall my petition bear
    to him whose truth and faithfulness
    engage the waiting soul to bless.
    And since he bids me seek his face,
    believe his word, and trust his grace,
    I'll cast on him my every care,
    and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

  • Sweet Sacrament DivineWords: Francis Stanfield

    Sweet sacrament divine,
    hid in thy earthly home,
    lo, round thy lowly shrine,
    with suppliant hearts we come;
    Jesus, to thee our voice we raise,
    in songs of love and heartfelt praise,
    sweet sacrament divine,
    sweet sacrament divine.

    Sweet sacrament of peace,
    dear home of ev'ry heart,
    where restless yearnings cease,
    and sorrows all depart;
    there in thine ear all trustfully
    we tell our tale of misery,
    sweet sacrament of peace,
    sweet sacrament of peace.

    Sweet sacrament of rest,
    ark from the ocean's roar,
    within thy shelter blest
    soon may we reach the shore;
    save us, for still the tempest raves,
    save, lest we sink beneath the waves,
    sweet sacrament of rest,
    sweet sacrament of rest.

    Sweet sacrament divine,
    earth's light and jubilee,
    in thy far depths doth shine
    thy Godhead's majesty;
    sweet light, so shine on us, we pray,
    that worthless joys may fade away,
    sweet sacrament divine,
    sweet sacrament divine.

  • Take My Life, and Let It BeWords: Frances R. Havergal

    Take my life, and let it be
    consecrated, Lord, to thee.
    Take my moments and my days;
    let them flow in ceaseless praise.
    Take my hands, and let them move
    at the impulse of thy love.
    Take my feet, and let them be
    swift and beautiful for thee.

    Take my voice, and let me sing
    always, only, for my King.
    Take my lips, and let them be
    filled with messages from thee.
    Take my silver and my gold;
    not a mite would I withhold.
    Take my intellect, and use
    every power as thou shalt choose.

    Take my will, and make it thine;
    it shall be no longer mine.
    Take my heart, it is thine own;
    it shall be thy royal throne.
    Take my love, my Lord, I pour
    at thy feet its treasure-store.
    Take myself, and I will be
    ever, only, all for thee.

  • Take Time to Be HolyWords: William D. Longstaff

    Take time to be holy,
    speak oft with thy Lord;
    abide in him always,
    and feed on his word.
    Make friends of God's children,
    help those who are weak,
    forgetting in nothing
    his blessing to seek.

    Take time to be holy,
    the world rushes on;
    spend much time in secret
    with Jesus alone.
    By looking to Jesus,
    like him thou shalt be;
    thy friends in thy conduct
    his likeness shall see.

    Take time to be holy,
    let him be thy guide,
    and run not before him,
    whatever betide.
    In joy or in sorrow,
    still follow the Lord,
    and, looking to Jesus,
    still trust in his word.

    Take time to be holy,
    be calm in thy soul,
    each thought and each motive
    beneath his control.
    Thus led by his spirit
    to fountains of love,
    thou soon shalt be fitted
    for service above.

  • Take Up Thy CrossWords: Charles W. Everest

    Take up thy Cross, the Savior said,
    if thou wouldst my disciple be;
    deny thyself, the world forsake,
    and humbly follow after me.

    Take up thy cross, let not its weight
    fill thy weak spirit with alarm;
    his strength shall bear thy spirit up,
    and brace thy heart and nerve thine arm.

    Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame,
    nor let thy foolish pride rebel;
    thy Lord for thee the cross endured,
    to save thy soul from death and hell.

    Take up thy cross and follow Christ,
    nor think till death to lay it down;
    for only those who bear the cross
    may hope to wear the glorious crown.

  • Tell Me the Stories of JesusWords: William H. Parker

    Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
    things I would ask him to tell me if he were here:
    scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
    stories of Jesus, tell them to me.

    First let me hear how the children stood round his knee,
    and I shall fancy his blessing resting on me;
    words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
    all in the lovelight of Jesus' face.

    Into the city I'd follow the children's band,
    waving a branch of the palm tree high in my hand;
    one of his heralds, yes, I would sing
    loudest hosannas, Jesus is King!

  • The Battle Hymn of the RepublicWords: Julia Ward Howe

    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
    He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
    His truth is marching on.

    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.


    I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
    They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
    I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
    His day is marching on.

    I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
    As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
    Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
    Since God is marching on.

    He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
    He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
    Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
    Our God is marching on.

    In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
    With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
    As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
    While God is marching on.

    He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
    He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
    So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
    Our God is marching on. 

  • The Church's One FoundationWords: Samuel John Stone

    The Church’s one foundation
    Is Jesus Christ her Lord:
    She is His new creation
    By water and the word:
    From heaven He came and sought her
    To be His holy bride;
    With His own blood He bought her,
    And for her life He died.

    Elect from every nation,
    Yet one o’er all the earth,
    Her charter of salvation
    One Lord, one faith, one birth,
    One holy name she blesses,
    Partakes one holy food,
    And to one hope she presses,
    With every grace endued.

    Mid toil and tribulation,
    And tumult of her war,
    She waits the consummation
    Of peace for evermore;
    Till with the vision glorious
    Her longing eyes are blest,
    And the great Church victorious
    Shall be the church at rest.

    Yet she on earth hath union
    With God the Three in One,
    And mystic sweet communion
    With those whose rest is won.
    O happy ones and holy !
    Lord, give us grace that we,
    Like them, the meek and lowly,
    On high may dwell with Thee.

  • The Day Is Past and OverWords: Anon. Greek; trans. by John Mason Neale

    The day is past and over,
    all thanks, O Lord, to thee!
    We pray thee that offenseless
    the hours of dark may be.
    O Jesus, keep us in thy sight,
    and guard us through the coming night.

    The joys of day are over;
    we lift our hearts to thee,
    and call on thee that sinless
    the hours of dark may be.
    O Jesus, make their darkness light,
    and guard us through the coming night.

    The toils of day are over;
    we raise our hymn to thee,
    and ask that free from peril
    the hours of dark may be.
    O Jesus, keep us in thy sight,
    and guard us through the coming night.

    Be thou our souls' preserver,
    O God, for thou dost know
    how many are the perils
    through which we have to go.
    Lord Jesus Christ, O hear our call,
    and guard and save us from them all.

  • The Day of ResurrectionWords: John of Damascus; trans. by John Mason Neale

    The day of resurrection!
    Earth, tell it out abroad;
    the passover of gladness,
    the passover of God.
    From death to life eternal,
    from earth unto the sky,
    our Christ hath brought us over,
    with hymns of victory.

    Our hearts be pure from evil,
    that we may see aright
    the Lord in rays eternal
    of resurrection light;
    and listening to his accents,
    may hear, so calm and plain,
    his own All hail! and, hearing,
    may raise the victor strain.

    Now let the heavens be joyful!
    Let earth the song begin!
    Let the round world keep triumph,
    and all that is therein!
    Let all things seen and unseen
    their notes in gladness blend,
    for Christ the Lord hath risen,
    our joy that hath no end.

  • The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is EndedWords: John Ellerton

    The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
    the darkness falls at thy behest;
    to thee our morning hymns ascended;
    thy praise shall hallow now our rest.

    We thank thee that thy church, unsleeping
    while earth rolls onward into light,
    through all the world her watch is keeping,
    and rests not now by day or night.

    As o'er each continent and island
    the dawn leads on another day,
    the voice of prayer is never silent,
    nor die the strains of praise away.

    So be it, Lord; thy throne shall never,
    like earth's proud empires, pass away.
    Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever,
    till all thy creatures own thy sway.

  • The First NoelWords: Trad. English carol

    The first Noel the angel did say
    was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
    in fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
    on a cold winter's night that was so deep.
    Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
    born is the King of Israel.

    They looked up and saw a star
    shining in the east, beyond them far;
    and to the earth it gave great light,
    and so it continued both day and night.

    And by the light of that same star
    three Wise Men came from country far;
    to seek for a king was their intent,
    and to follow the star wherever it went.

    This star drew nigh to the northwest,
    o'er Bethlehem it took its rest;
    and there it did both stop and stay,
    right over the place where Jesus lay.

    Then entered in those Wise Men three,
    full reverently upon the knee,
    and offered there, in his presence,
    gold and myrrh and frankincense.

  • The God of Abraham PraiseWords: From The Yigdal of Daniel ben Judah; para. by Thomas Olivers

    The God of Abraham praise,
    who reigns enthroned above;
    Ancient of Everlasting Days,
    and God of Love;
    Jehovah, great I AM!
    by earth and heaven confessed;
    I bow and bless the sacred name
    forever blest.

    The great I AM has sworn;
    I on this oath depend.
    I shall, on eagle wings upborne,
    to heaven ascend.
    I shall behold God's face;
    I shall God's power adore,
    and sing the wonders of God's grace

    The heavenly land I see,
    with peace and plenty blest;
    a land of sacred liberty,
    and endless rest.
    There milk and honey flow,
    and oil and wine abound,
    and trees of life forever grow
    with mercy crowned.

    The God who reigns on high
    the great archangels sing,
    and Holy, holy, holy! cry
    Almighty King!
    Who was, and is, the same,
    and evermore shall be:
    Jehovah, Lord, the great I AM,
    we worship thee!

  • The Head That Once Was CrownedWords: Thomas Kelly

    The head that once was crowned with thorns
    is crowned with glory now;
    a royal diadem adorns
    the mighty victor's brow.

    The highest place that heaven affords
    belongs to him by right;
    the King of kings and Lord of lords,
    and heaven's eternal light.

    The joy of all who dwell above,
    the joy of all below,
    to whom he manifests his love,
    and grants his name to know.

    To them the cross with all its shame,
    with all its grace, is given;
    their name an everlasting name,
    their joy the joy of heaven.

    They suffer with their Lord below;
    they reign with him above;
    their profit and their joy to know
    the mystery of his love.

    The cross he bore is life and health,
    though shame and death to him,
    his people's hope, his people's wealth,
    their everlasting theme.

  • The Holy CityWords: Frederick E. Weatherly, 1892

    Last night I lay a-sleeping
    There came a dream so fair,
    I stood in old Jerusalem
    Beside the temple there.
    I heard the children singing,
    And ever as they sang,
    Me thought the voice of angels
    From heaven in answer rang.

    Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Lift up your gates and sing,
    Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to your King!

    And then me thought my dream was changed,
    The streets no longer rang,
    Hushed were the glad Hosannas
    The little children sang.
    The sun grew dark with mystery,
    The morn was cold and chill,
    As the shadow of a cross arose
    Upon a lonely hill.

    Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Hark! how the angels sing
    Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna for evermore!

    And once again the scene was changed;
    New earth there seemed to be;
    I saw the Holy City
    Beside the tideless sea;
    The light of God was on its streets,
    The gates were open wide,
    And all who would might enter,
    And no one was denied.
    No need of moon or stars by night,
    Or sun to shine by day;
    It was the new Jerusalem
    That would not pass away.

    Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Sing for the night is o'er!
    Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna for evermore!

  • The King of Love My Shepherd IsWords: Henry W. Baker

    The King of love my shepherd is,
    whose goodness faileth never.
    I nothing lack if I am his,
    and he is mine forever.

    Where streams of living water flow,
    my randomed soul he leadeth;
    and where the verdant pastures grow,
    with food celestial feedeth.

    Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed,
    but yet in love he sought me;
    and on his shoulder gently laid,
    and home, rejoicing, brought me.

    In death's dark vale I fear no ill,
    with thee, dear Lord, beside me;
    thy rod and staff my comfort still,
    thy cross before to guide me.

    Thou spreadst a table in my sight;
    thy unction grace bestoweth;
    and oh, what transport of delight
    from thy pure chalice floweth!

    And so through all the length of days,
    thy goodness faileth never;
    Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise
    within thy house forever.

  • The Lord Is My Shepherdarr. by Francis Rous, pub.1650

    The Lord's my Shepherd I'll not want
    He makes me down to lie
    In pastures green; He leadeth me
    The quiet waters by

    My soul He doth restore again
    And me to walk doth make
    Within the paths of righteousness
    E'en for His own name's sake

    Yea though I walk through death's dark vale
    Yet will I fear no ill
    For Thou art with me and Thy rod
    And staff me comfort still

    My table Thou hast furnished
    In presence of my foes
    My head Thou dost with oil anoint
    And my cup overflows

    Goodness and mercy all my life
    Shall surely follow me
    And in God's house for evermore
    My dwelling place shall be

  • The Old Rugged CrossWords: George Bennard

    On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
    the emblem of suffering and shame;
    and I love that old cross where the dearest and best
    for a world of lost sinners was slain.
    So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
    till my trophies at last I lay down;
    I will cling to the old rugged cross,
    and exchange it some day for a crown.

    O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
    has a wondrous attraction for me;
    for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
    to bear it to dark Calvary.

    In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
    a wondrous beauty I see,
    for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
    to pardon and sanctify me.

    To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
    its shame and reproach gladly bear;
    then he'll call me some day to my home far away,
    where his glory forever I'll share.

  • The Strife is O'er, the Battle DoneWords: Anonymous Latin; trans. by Francis Pott

    The strife is o'er, the battle done;
    the victory of life is won;
    the song of triumph has begun:

    The powers of death have done their worst,
    but Christ their legions hath dispersed;
    let shouts of holy joy outburst:

    The three sad days are quickly sped;
    he rises glorious from the dead;
    all glory to our risen Head!

    Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,
    from death's dread sting thy servants free,
    that we may live, and sing to thee:

  • The Voice of God Is CallingWords: John Haynes Holmes

    The voice of God is calling
    its summons in our day;
    Isaiah heard in Zion,
    and we now hear God say:
    Whom shall I send to succor
    my people in their need?
    Whom shall I send to loosen
    the bonds of shame and greed?

    I hear my people crying
    in slum and mine and mill;
    no field or mart is silent,
    no city street is still.
    I see my people falling
    in darkness and despair.
    Whom shall I send to shatter
    the fetters which they bear?

    We heed, O Lord, your summons,
    and answer: Here are we!
    Send us upon your errand,
    let us your servants be.
    Our strength is dust and ashes,
    our years a passing hour;
    but you can use our weakness
    to magnify your power.

    From ease and plenty save us;
    from pride of place absolve;
    purge us of low desire;
    lift us to high resolve;
    take us, and make us holy;
    teach us your will and way.
    Speak, and behold! we answer;
    command, and we obey!

  • There Is a Fountain Filled with BloodWords: William Cowper

    There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
    And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
    Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
    And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

    The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
    And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
    Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
    And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

    Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
    Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
    Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
    Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.

    E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
    Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
    And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
    Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

    Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
    When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
    Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
    When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

    Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
    For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
    ’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
    To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.

  • There Is A RedeemerWords: Keith Green

    There is a redeemer,
    Jesus, God's own Son,
    Precious Lamb of God, Messiah,
    Holy One,
    Jesus my redeemer,
    Name above all names,
    Precious Lamb of God, Messiah,
    Oh, for sinners slain.

    Thank you oh my father,
    For giving us Your Son,
    And leaving Your Spirit,
    'Til the work on Earth is done.
    When I stand in Glory,
    I will see His face,
    And there I'll serve my King forever,
    In that Holy Place.

    Thank you oh my father,
    For giving us Your Son,
    And leaving Your Spirit,
    'Til the work on Earth is done.
    There is a redeemer,
    Jesus, God's own Son

    Precious Lamb of God, Messiah,
    Holy One,
    Thank you oh my father,
    For giving us Your Son,
    And leaving Your Spirit,
    'Til the work on Earth is done.
    And leaving Your Spirit,
    'Till the work on Earth is done.

  • There's a Friend for Little ChildrenWords: Albert Midlane

    There’s a Friend for little children
    Above the bright blue sky,
    A Friend that never changes
    Whose love will never die.
    Unlike our friends by nature
    Who change with changing years,
    This Friend is always worthy,
    The precious name He bears.

    There’s a rest for little children
    Above the bright blue sky,
    Who love the blessed Saviour
    And “Abba Father” cry.
    A rest from every trouble,
    From sin and danger free,
    Where every little pilgrim
    Shall rest eternally.

    There’s a home for little children
    Above the bright blue sky,
    Where Jesus reigns in glory
    A home of peace and joy.
    No home on earth is like it,
    Nor can with it compare,
    For everyone is happy,
    Nor could be happier there.

  • There's A Land That Is FairerWords: San­ford F. Ben­nett, 1868

    There’s a land that is fairer than day,
    And by faith we can see it afar,
    For the Father waits over the way,
    To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

    In the sweet by-and-by
    We shall meet on that beautiful shore;

    We shall sing on that beautiful shore
    The melodious songs of the blest,
    And our spirits shall sorrow no more
    Not a sigh for the blessing of the rest.


    To our bountiful Father above
    We will offer the tribute of praise,
    For the glorious gift of His love,
    And the blessings that hallow our days.


  • There's a Song in the AirWords: Josiah G. Holland

    There's a song in the air!
    There's a star in the sky!
    There's a mother's deep prayer
    and a baby's low cry!
    And the star rains its fire
    while the beautiful sing,
    for the manger of Bethlehem
    cradles a King!

    There's a tumult of joy
    o'er the wonderful birth,
    for the virgin's sweet boy
    is the Lord of the earth.
    Ay! the star rains its fire
    while the beautiful sing,
    for the manger of Bethlehem
    cradles a King!

    In the light of that star
    lie the ages impearled;
    and that song from afar
    has swept over the world.
    Every hearth is aflame,
    and the beautiful sing
    in the homes of the nations
    that Jesus is King!

    We rejoice in the light,
    and we echo the song
    that comes down through the night
    from the heavenly throng.
    Ay! we shout to the lovely
    evangel they bring,
    and we greet in his cradle
    our Savior and King!

  • There's Within My Heart a MelodyWords: Luther B. Bridgers

    There's within my heart a melody
    Jesus whispers sweet and low:
    Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,
    in all of life's ebb and flow.
    Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
    sweetest name I know,
    fills my every longing,
    keeps me singing as I go.

    All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,
    discord filled my heart with pain;
    Jesus swept across the broken strings,
    stirred the slumbering chords again.

    Though sometimes he leads through waters deep,
    trials fall across the way,
    though someitmes the path seems rough and steep,
    see his footprints all the way.

    Feasting on the riches of his grace,
    resting neath his sheltering wing,
    always looking on his smiling face,
    that is why I shout and sing.

    Soon he's coming back to welcome me
    far beyond the starry sky;
    I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown;
    I shall reign with him on high.

  • Thine Be The GloryWords: Edmond Budry

    Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
    endless is the victory, thou o'er death hast won;
    angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
    kept the folded grave clothes where thy body lay.

    Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
    Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won.

    Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
    Lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
    let the Church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing;
    for her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.

    No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of life;
    life is naught without thee; aid us in our strife;
    make us more than conquerors, through thy deathless love:
    bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above.

  • This is My Father's WorldWords: Maltbie D. Babcock

    This is my Father's world,
    and to my listening ears
    all nature sings, and round me rings
    the music of the spheres.
    This is my Father's world:
    I rest me in the thought
    of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
    his hand the wonders wrought.

    This is my Father's world,
    the birds their carols raise,
    the morning light, the lily white,
    declare their maker's praise.
    This is my Father's world:
    he shines in all that's fair;
    in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
    he speaks to me everywhere.

    This is my Father's world.
    O let me ne'er forget
    that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
    God is the ruler yet.
    This is my Father's world:
    why should my heart be sad?
    The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
    God reigns; let the earth be glad!

  • This Is The God We AdoreWords: Joseph Hart

    This, this is the God we adore,
    Our faithfull unchangeable friend,
    Whose love is as great as his power,
    And neither knows measure nor end.

    Tis Jesus, the first and the last,
    Whose spirit shall guide us safe home,
    We’ll praise him for all that is past
    And trust him for all that’s to come.

  • Thou Hidden Love of GodWords: Gerhard Tersteegen; trans. by John Wesley

    Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
    whose depth unfathomed no one knows,
    I see from far thy beauteous light,
    and inly sigh for thy repose;
    my heart is pained, nor can it be
    at rest, till it finds rest in thee.

    'Tis mercy all that thou hast brought
    my mind to seek its peace in thee;
    yet while I seek, but find thee not,
    no peace my wandering soul shall see.
    O when shall all my wanderings end,
    and all my steps to thee-ward tend?

    Is there a thing beneath the sun
    that strives with thee my heart to share?
    Ah, tear it thence and reign alone,
    the Lord of every motion there;
    then shall my heart from earth be free,
    when it hath found repose in thee.

    O Love, thy sovereign aid impart
    to save me from low-thoughted care;
    chase this self-will from all my heart,
    from all its hidden mazes there;
    make me thy duteous child that I
    ceaseless may Abba, Father cry.

    Each moment draw from earth away
    my heart that lowly waits thy call;
    speak to my inmost soul and say,
    I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
    To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
    to taste thy love, be all my choice.

  • Thou Hidden Source of Calm ReposeWords: Charles Wesley

    Thou hidden source of calm repose,
    thou all-sufficient love divine,
    my help and refuge from my foes,
    secure I am if thou art mine;
    and lo! from sin and grief and shame
    I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

    Thy mighty name salvation is,
    and keeps my happy soul above,
    comfort it brings, and power and peace,
    and joy and everlasting love;
    to me with thy dear name are given
    pardon and holiness and heaven.

    Jesus, my all in all thou art,
    my rest in toil, my ease in pain,
    the healing of my broken heart,
    in war my peace, in loss my gain,
    my smile beneath the tyrant's frown,
    in shame my glory and my crown.

    In want my plentiful supply,
    in weakness my almighty power,
    in bonds my perfect liberty,
    my light in Satan's darkest hour,
    in grief my joy unspeakable,
    my life in death, my heaven in hell.

  • To God Be the GloryWords: Fanny J. Crosby

    To God be the glory, great things he hath done!
    So loved he the world that he gave us his Son,
    who yielded his life an atonement for sin,
    and opened the lifegate that all may go in.

    O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
    to every believer the promise of God;
    the vilest offender who truly believes,
    that moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

    Great things he hath taught us, great things he hath done,
    and great our rejoicing thru Jesus the Son;
    but purer, and higher, and greater will be
    our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.

  • Trust and ObeyWords: John H. Sammis

    When we walk with the Lord
    in the light of his word,
    what a glory he sheds on our way!
    While we do his good will,
    he abides with us still,
    and with all who will trust and obey.
    Trust and obey, for there's no other way
    to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

    Not a burden we bear,
    not a sorrow we share,
    but our toil he doth richly repay;
    not a grief or a loss,
    not a frown or a cross,
    but is blest if we trust and obey.

    But we never can prove
    the delights of his love
    until all on the altar we lay;
    for the favor he shows,
    for the joy he bestows,
    are for them who will trust and obey.

    Then in fellowship sweet
    we will sit at his feet,
    or we'll walk by his side in the way;
    what he says we will do,
    where he sends we will go;
    never fear, only trust and obey.

  • Unto The Hills I Lift My EyesPsalm 121

    Unto the hills I lift my eyes;
    From whence doth come my aid?
    My help is from the Lord alone,
    Who heaven and earth has made.

    He will not let thy foot be moved,
    Thy Guardian never sleeps;
    With watchful and unslumbering care
    His own He safely keeps.

    Thy faithful Keeper is the Lord,
    Thy Shelter and thy Shade;
    ‘Neath sun or moon, by day or night,
    Thou shalt not be afraid.

    From evil He will keep thee safe;
    For thee He will provide;
    Thy going out, thy coming in,
    For ever He will guide.

  • Up from the Grave He AroseWords: Robert Lowry

    Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior,
    waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
    Up from the grave he arose;
    with a mighty triumph o'er his foes;
    he arose a victor from the dark domain,
    and he lives forever, with his saints to reign.
    He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

    Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior,
    vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

    Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
    he tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

  • Wake, Awake, for Night Is FlyingWords: Philipp Nicolai; trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    Wake, awake, for night is flying;
    the watchmen on the heights are crying:
    Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
    Midnight hears the welcome voices
    and at the thrilling cry rejoices;
    come forth, ye virgins, night is past;
    the Bridegroom comes, awake;
    your lamps with gladness take:
    And for his marriage feast prepare,
    for ye must go and meet him there.

    Zion hears the watchmen singing,
    and all her heart with joy is springing;
    she wakes, she rises form her gloom;
    for her Lord comes down all-glorious,
    the strong in grace, in truth victorious.
    Her Star is risen; her Light is come.
    Ah come, thou blessed One,
    God's own beloved Son:
    We follow till the halls we see
    where thou hast bid us sup with thee.

    Now let all the heavens adore thee,
    and saints and angels sing before thee,
    with harp and cymbal's clearest tone;
    of one pearl each shining portal,
    where we are with the choir immortal
    of angels round thy dazzling throne;
    nor eye hath seen, nor ear
    hath yet attained to hear
    what there is ours;
    but we rejoice and sing to thee
    our hymn of joy eternally.

  • Walk With Me, Oh My LordWords: Estelle White

    Walk with me, oh my Lord
    through the darkest night
    and brightest day.
    Be at my side, oh Lord,
    hold my hand
    and guide me on my way.

    Sometimes the road seems long,
    my energy is spent.
    Then, Lord, I think of you
    and I am given strength.

    Stones often bar my path
    and there are times I fall,
    but you are always there
    to help me when I call.

    Just as you calmed the wind
    and walked upon the sea,
    conquer, my living Lord,
    the storms that threaten me.

    Help me to pierce the mists
    that cloud my heart and mind
    so that I shall not fear
    the steepest mountain-side.

    As once you healed the lame
    and gave sight to the blind,
    help me when I’m downcast
    to hold my head up high.

  • We Believe in One True GodWords: Tobias Clausnitzer; Trans. by Catherine Winkworth

    We believe in one true God,
    Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
    ever present help in need,
    praised by all the heavenly host;
    by whose mighty power alone
    all is made and wrought and done.

    We believe in Jesus Christ,
    Son of God and Mary's Son,
    who descended from his throne
    and for us salvation won;
    by whose cross and death are we
    rescued from sin's misery.

    We confess the Holy Ghost,
    who from both fore'er proceeds;
    who upholds and comforts us
    in all trials, fears, and needs.
    Blest and Holy Trinity,
    praise forever be to thee!

  • We Gather TogetherWords: Nederlandtsch Gedencklanck; trans. by Theodore Baker

    We gather together
    to ask the Lord's blessing;
    he chastens and hastens
    his will to make known.
    The wicked oppressing
    now cease from distressing.
    Sing praises to his name,
    he forgets not his own.

    Beside us to guide us,
    our God with us joining,
    ordaining, maintaining
    his kingdom divine;
    so from the beginning
    the fight we were winning;
    thou, Lord, wast at our side,
    all glory be thine!

    We all do extol thee,
    thou leader triumphant,
    and pray that thou still
    our defender wilt be.
    Let thy congregation
    escape tribulation;
    thy name be ever praised!
    O Lord, make us free!

  • We Plough The FieldsWords: Matthias Claudius (1782); translator: Jane M. Campbell

    We plough the fields and scatter
    The good seed on the land,
    But it is fed and watered
    By God’s almighty hand;
    He sends the snow in winter,
    The warmth to swell the grain,
    The breezes and the sunshine
    And soft refreshing rain.

    All good gifts around us
    Are sent from heaven above,
    Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,
    For all His love.

    He only is the Maker
    Of all things near and far;
    He paints the wayside flower,
    He lights the evening star;
    The wind and waves obey Him,
    By Him the birds are fed;
    Much more to us, His children,
    He gives our daily bread.

    We thank Thee then, O Father,
    For all things bright and good,
    The seed-time and the harvest,
    Our life, our health, our food.
    Accept the gifts we offer
    For all Thy love imparts,
    And what Thou most desirest,
    Our humble, thankful hearts.

  • We Shall Sleep, But Not ForeverWords: Mary A. Kidder

    We shall sleep, but not forever,
    There will be a glorious dawn!
    We shall meet to part, no, never,
    On the resurrection morn!
    From the deepest cave of ocean,
    From the desert and the plain,
    From the valley and the mountain,
    Countless throngs shall rise again.

    We shall sleep, but not forever,
    There will be a glorious dawn!
    We shall meet, to part, no, never,
    On the resurrection morn!

    When we see a precious blossom,
    That we tended with such care,
    Rudely taken from our bosom,
    How our aching hearts despair!
    Round its little grave we linger,
    Till the setting sun is low,
    Feeling all our hopes have perished,
    With the flow'r we cherished so.


    We shall sleep, but not forever,
    In the lone and silent grave:
    Blessèd be the Lord that taketh,
    Blessèd be the Lord that gave.
    In the bright eternal city,
    Death can never, never come!
    In His own good time He'll call us,
    From our rest, to home, sweet home.


  • We Three KingsWords: John H. Hopkins, Jr.

    We three kings of Orient are;
    bearing gifts we traverse afar,
    field and fountain, moor and mountain,
    following yonder star.
    O star of wonder, star of light,
    star with royal beauty bright,
    westward leading, still proceeding,
    guide us to thy perfect light.

    Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,
    gold I bring to crown him again,
    King forever, ceasing never,
    over us all to reign.

    Frankincense to offer have I;
    incense owns a Deity nigh;
    prayer and praising, voices raising,
    worshiping God on high.

    Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
    breathes a life of gathering gloom;
    sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
    sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

    Glorious now behold him arise;
    King and God and sacrifice:
    Alleluia, Alleluia,
    sounds through the earth and skies.

  • We Would See JesusWords: J. Edgar Park

    We would see Jesus; lo! his star is shining
    above the stable while the angels sing;
    There in a manger on the hay reclining;
    haste, let us lay our gifts before the King.

    We would see Jesus, Mary's son most holy,
    light of the village life from day to day;
    shining revealed through every task most lowly,
    the Christ of God, the life, the truth, the way.

    We would see Jesus, on the mountain teaching,
    with all the listening people gathered round;
    while birds and flowers and sky above are preaching
    the blessedness which simple trust has found.

    We would see Jesus, in his work of healing,
    at eventide before the sun was set;
    divine and human, in his deep revealing
    of God made flesh, in loving service met.

    We would see Jesus, in the early morning,
    still as of old he calleth, Follow me!
    Let us arise, all meaner service scorning;
    Lord, we are thine, we give ourselves to thee.

  • We'll Understand It Better By and ByWords: Charles Albert Tindley

    We are tossed and driven
    on the restless sea of time;
    somber skies and howling tempests
    oft succeed a bright sunshine;
    in that land of perfect day,
    when the mists are rolled away,
    we will understand it better by and by.
    By and by, when the morning comes,
    when the saints of God are gathered home,
    we'll tell the story how we've overcome,
    for we'll understand it better by and by.

    We are often destitute
    of the things that life demands,
    want of food and want of shelter,
    thirsty hills and barren lands;
    we are trusting in the Lord,
    and according to God's word,
    we will understand it better by and by.

    Trials dark on every hand,
    and we cannot understand
    all the ways of God would lead us
    to that blessed promised land;
    but he guides us with his eye,
    and we'll follow till we die,
    for we'll understand it better by and by.

    Temptations, hidden snares
    often take us unawares,
    and our hearts are made to bleed
    for a thoughtless word or deed;
    and we wonder why the test
    when we try to do our best,
    but we'll understand it better by and by.

  • We've a Story to Tell to the NationsWords: H. Ernest Nichol

    We've a story to tell to the nations,
    that shall turn their hearts to the right,
    a story of truth and mercy,
    a story of peace and light,
    a story of peace and light.
    For the darkness shall turn to dawning,
    and the dawning to noonday bright;
    and Christ's great kingdom shall come on earth,
    the kingdom of love and light.

    We've a song to be sung to the nations,
    that shall lift their hearts to the Lord,
    a song that shall conquer evil
    and shatter the spear and sword,
    and shatter the spear and sword.

    We've a message to give to the nations,
    that the Lord who reigneth above
    hath sent us his Son to save us,
    and show us that God is love,
    and show us that God is love.

    We've a Savior to show to the nations,
    who the path of sorrow hath trod,
    that all of the world's great peoples
    might come to the truth of God,
    might come to the truth of God.

  • Were You There?Traditional

    Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
    Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

    Oh . . . sometimes, it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble;
    Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

    Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
    Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?

    Were you there when they pierced Him in the side?
    Were you there when they pierced Him in the side?

    Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
    Were you tehere when the sun refused to shine?

    Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
    Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?

    Were you there when He rose up from the dead?
    Were you there when He rose up from the dead?

    Oh . . . sometimes I feel like shouting, glory, glory, glory,
    Were you there when He rose up from the dead?

  • We’ll Never Say GoodbyeWords: Anzentia I. Chapman

    With friends on earth we meet in gladness,
    While swift the moments fly,
    Yet ever comes the tho’t of sadness,
    That we must say, “Goodbye.”

    We’ll never say goodbye in Heav’n,
    We’ll never say goodbye,
    For in that land of joy and song,
    We’ll never say goodbye.

    How joyful is the hope that lingers,
    When loved ones cross death’s sea,
    That we, when all earth’s toils are ended,
    With Thee shall ever be.


    No parting words shall e’er be spoken,
    In yonder home so fair,
    But songs of joy, and peace, and gladness,
    We’ll sing forever there.


  • What a Friend We Have in JesusWords: Joseph M. Scriven

    What a friend we have in Jesus,
    all our sins and griefs to bear!
    What a privilege to carry
    everything to God in prayer!
    O what peace we often forfeit,
    O what needless pain we bear,
    all because we do not carry
    everything to God in prayer.

    Have we trials and temptations?
    Is there trouble anywhere?
    We should never be discouraged;
    take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Can we find a friend so faithful
    who will all our sorrows share?
    Jesus knows our every weakness;
    take it to the Lord in prayer.

    Are we weak and heavy laden,
    cumbered with a load of care?
    Precious Savior, still our refuge;
    take it to the Lord in prayer.
    Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
    Take it to the Lord in prayer!
    In his arms he'll take and shield thee;
    thou wilt find a solace there.

  • What Child Is ThisWords: William C. Dix

    What child is this who, laid to rest,
    on Mary's lap is sleeping?
    Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
    while shepherds watch are keeping?
    This, this is Christ the King,
    whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
    haste, haste to bring him laud,
    the babe, the son of Mary.

    Why lies he in such mean estate
    where ox and ass are feeding?
    Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
    the silent Word is pleading.

    So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
    come, peasant, king, to own him;
    the King of kings salvation brings,
    let loving hearts enthrone him.

  • What Will It BeWords: Joseph Swain

    What will it be to dwell above,
    And with the Lord of glory reign!
    Since the blest knowledge of His love
    So brightens all this dreary plain;
    No heart can think, to tongue can tell
    What joy 'twill be with Christ to dwell.

    When sin no more obstructs the sight,
    And flesh and sense deceive no more,
    When we shall see the prince of light,
    And all His works of grace explore;
    What heights and depths of love divine
    Will there through endless ages shine!

    And God has fixed the happy day
    When the last tear shall dim our eyes,
    When He will wipe these tears away
    And fill our hearts with glad surprise
    To hear His voice, and see His face,
    And know the fulness of His grace.

  • When I Survey the Wondrous CrossWords: Isaac Watts

    When I survey the wondrous cross
    on which the Prince of Glory died;
    my richest gain I count but loss,
    and pour contempt on all my pride.

    Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
    save in the death of Christ, my God;
    all the vain things that charm me most,
    I sacrifice them to his blood.

    See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
    sorrow and love flow mingled down.
    Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
    or thorns compose so rich a crown.

    Were the whole realm of nature mine,
    that were an offering far too small;
    love so amazing, so divine,
    demands my soul, my life, my all.

  • When Morning Gilds the SkiesWords: Katholisches Gesangbuch

    When morning gilds the skies
    my heart awakening cries:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!
    Alike at work and prayer,
    to Jesus I repair:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!

    The night becomes as day
    when from the heart we say:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!
    The powers of darkness fear
    when this sweet chant they hear:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!

    Let all the earth around
    ring joyous with the sound:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!
    In heaven's eternal bliss
    the loveliest strain is this:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!

    Be this, while life is mine,
    my canticle divine:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!
    Be this th' eternal song
    through all the ages long:
    May Jesus Christ be praised!

  • When The Roll Is Called Up YonderWords: James M. Black

    When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound,
    And time shall be no more,
    And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
    When the saved of earth shall gather
    over on the other shore,
    And the roll is called up yonder,
    I'll be there.

    When the roll, is called up yon-der,
    When the roll, is called up yon-der,
    When the roll, is called up yon-der,
    When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.

    On that bright and cloudless morning
    when the dead in Christ shall rise,
    And the glory of His resurrection share;
    When His chosen ones shall gather
    to their home beyond the skies,
    And the roll is called up yonder,
    I'll be there.


    Let us labor for the Master
    from the dawn till setting sun,
    Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
    Then when all of life is over,
    and our work on earth is done,
    And the roll is called up yonder,
    I'll be there.


  • When We All Get to HeavenWords: Eliza E. Hewitt

    Sing the wondrous love of Jesus;
    sing his mercy and his grace.
    In the mansions bright and blessed
    he'll prepare for us a place.
    When we all get to heaven,
    what a day of rejoicing that will be!
    When we all see Jesus,
    we'll sing and shout the victory!

    While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
    clouds will overspread the sky;
    but when traveling days are over,
    not a shadow, not a sigh.

    Let us then be true and faithful,
    trusting, serving every day;
    just one glimpse of him in glory
    will the toils of life repay.

    Onward to the prize before us!
    Soon his beauty we'll behold;
    soon the pearly gates will open;
    we shall tread the streets of gold.

  • Where Cross the Crowded Ways of LifeWords: Frank Mason North

    Where cross the crowded ways of life,
    where sound the cries of race and clan,
    above the noise of selfish strife,
    we hear your voice, O Son of man.

    In haunts of wretchedness and need,
    on shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
    from paths where hide the lures of greed,
    we catch the vision of your tears.

    From tender childhood's helplessness,
    from woman's grief, man's burdened toil,
    from famished souls, from sorrow's stress,
    your heart has never known recoil.

    The cup of water given for you still
    holds the freshness of your grace;
    yet long these multitudes to view
    the sweet compassion of your face.

    O Master, from the mountainside
    make haste to heal these hearts of pain;
    among these restless throngs abide;
    O tread the city's streets again.

    Till all the world shall learn your love
    and follow where your feet have trod,
    till, glorious from your heaven above,
    shall come the city of our God!

  • Where He Leads MeWords: E.W. Blandy

    I can hear my Savior calling,
    I can hear my Savior calling,
    I can hear my Savior calling,
    Take thy cross and follow, follow me.
    Where he leads me I will follow,
    where he leads me I will follow,
    where he leads me I will follow;
    I'll go with him, with him all the way.

    I'll go with him through the garden,
    I'll go with him through the garden,
    I'll go with him through the garden,
    I'll go with him, with him all the way.

    I'll go with him through the judgment,
    I'll go with him through the judgment,
    I'll go with him through the judgment,
    I'll go with him, with him all the way.

    He will give me grace and glory,
    He will give me grace and glory,
    He will give me grace and glory,
    and go with me, with me all the way.

  • While Shepherds Watched Their FlocksWords: Nahum Tate

    While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
    all seated on the ground;
    the angel of the Lord came down,
    and glory shone around,
    and glory shone around.

    Fear not! said he, for mighty dread
    had seized their troubled mind.
    Glad tidings of great joy I bring
    to all of humankind,
    to all of humankind.

    To you, in David's town, this day
    is born of David's line
    a Savior, who is Christ the Lord,
    and this shall be the sign,
    and this shall be the sign:

    The heavenly babe you there shall find
    to human view displayed,
    all meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
    and in a manger laid,
    and in a manger laid.

    Thus spake the seraph and forthwith
    appeared a shining throng
    of angels praising God on high,
    who thus addressed their song,
    who thus addressed their song:

    All glory be to God on high,
    and to the earth be peace;
    good will henceforth from heaven to earth
    begin and never cease,
    begin and never cease!

  • Who Is He in Yonder StallWords: Benjamin R. Hanby

    Who is he in yonder stall
    at whose feet the shepherds fall?
    'Tis the Lord, O wondrous story!
    'Tis the Lord, the King of glory;
    at his feet we humbly fall,
    crown him, crown him Lord of all!

    Lo, at midnight who is he
    prays in dark Gethsemane?

    Who is he in Calvary's throes
    asks for blessings on his foes?

    Who is he who from the grave
    comes to heal and help and save?

    Who is he that from yon throne
    rules the world of light alone?

  • Who Would True Valour SeeWords: John Bunyan

    Who would true Valour see
    Let him come hither;
    One here will constant be.
    Come wind, come weather.
    There’s no discouragement,
    Shall make him once relent,
    His first avow’d intent,
    To be a pilgrim.

    Who so beset him round,
    With dismal stories,
    Do but themselves confound;
    His strength the more is.
    No lion can him fright,
    He’ll with a giant fight.
    But he will have a right,
    To be a pilgrim.

    Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend,
    Can daunt his spirit:
    He knows, he at the end,
    Shall life inherit.
    Then fancies fly away,
    He’ll fear not what men say,
    He’ll labour night and day,
    To be a pilgrim.

  • Will Your Anchor HoldWords: Priscilla Jane Owens

    Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
    When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
    When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
    Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

    We have an anchor that keeps the soul
    Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
    Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
    Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.

    It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand,
    For 'tis well secured by the Saviour's hand;
    And the cables passed from His heart to mine,
    Can defy the blast, through strength divine.

    It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,
    When the breakers have told the reef is near;
    Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
    Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.

    It will surely hold in the floods of death,
    When the waters cold chill our latest breath;
    On the rising tide it can never fail,
    While our hopes abide within the veil.

  • Wonderful Words of LifeWords: Philip P. Bliss

    Sing them over again to me,
    wonderful words of life;
    let me more of their beauty see,
    wonderful words of life;
    words of life and beauty
    teach me faith and duty.
    Beautiful words, wonderful words,
    wonderful words of life.
    Beautiful words, wonderful words,
    wonderful words of life.

    Christ, the blessed one, gives to all
    wonderful words of life;
    sinner, list to the loving call,
    wonderful words of life;
    all so freely given,
    wooing us to heaven.

    Sweetly echo the gospel call,
    wonderful words of life;
    offer pardon and peace to all,
    wonderful words of life;
    Jesus, only Savior,
    sanctify forever.

  • Worship The Lord In The BeautyWords: John S. B. Monsell

    Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
    Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
    Gold of obedience and incense of lowliness
    Bring and adore Him; the Lord is His name!

    Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness,
    High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
    Comfort Thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness,
    Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

    Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness
    Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine;
    Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness,
    These are the offerings to lay on His shrine.

    These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,
    He will accept for the name that is dear;
    Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness,
    Trust for our trembling, and hope for our fear.

    Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
    Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
    Gold of obedience and incense of lowliness
    Bring and adore Him; the Lord is His name!

  • Ye Servants of GodWords: Charles Wesley

    Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
    and publish abroad his wonderful name;
    the name all-victorious of Jesus extol,
    his kingdom is glorious and rules over all.

    God ruleth on high, almighty to save,
    and still he is nigh, his presence we have;
    the great congregation his triumph shall sing,
    ascribing salvation to Jesus, our King.

    Salvation to God, who sits on the throne!
    Let all cry aloud and honor the Son;
    the praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
    fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.

    Then let us adore and give him his right,
    all glory and power, all wisdom and might;
    all honor and blessing with angels above,
    and thanks never ceasing and infinite love.

  • Ye Watchers and Ye Holy OnesWords: John Athelstan Laurie Riley

    Ye watchers and ye holy ones,
    bright seraphs, cherubim, and thrones,
    raise the glad strain, Alleluia!
    Cry out, dominions, princedoms, powers,
    virtues, archangels, angels' choirs:
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    O higher than the cherubim,
    more glorious than the seraphim,
    lead their praises, Alleluia!
    Thou bearer of th' eternal Word,
    most gracious, magnify the Lord:
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    Respond, ye souls in endless rest,
    ye patriarchs and prophets blest,
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Ye holy twelve, ye martyrs strong,
    all saints triumphant, raise the song:
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    O friends, in gladness let us sing,
    supernal anthems echoing,
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    To God the Father, God the Son,
    and God the Spirit, Three in One:
    Alleluia! Alleluia!
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

  • You Are NearWords: Dan Schutte

    Yahweh, I know you are near,
    standing always at my side.
    You guard me from the foe,
    and you lead me in ways everlasting.

    Lord, you have searched my heart,
    and you know when I sit and when I stand.
    Your hand is upon me protecting me from death,
    keeping me from harm.

    Where can I run from Your love?
    If I climb to the heavens You are there;
    If I fly to the sunrise or sail beyond the sea,
    still I'd find You there.

    You know my heart and its ways,
    you who formed me before I was born
    in the secret of darkness before I saw the sun
    in my mother's womb.

    Marvelous to me are Your works;
    how profound are Your thoughts, my Lord.
    Even if I could count them, they number as the stars,
    You would still be there.


  • A Daddy's LoveLeah Wells

    A fathers touch, A daddy's kiss
    A grieving daughter, you're greatly missed.

    An empty house, an empty chair
    A fathers love, no longer there.

    A broken heart, tear filled eye
    Another soul to fill the sky.

    Many memories in my mind
    Some I laugh, some I cry.

    The times we shared, the laughs we had
    Things I miss when I think of you dad.

    Realizing that's all I have to hold on too
    Only memories, of what once was you.

    Missing your laugh, I will never again hear
    That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.

    No more smile on your face
    No more warmth of your embrace.

    The last hug, the last kiss
    The last 'goodbye' leaves me with one last wish.

    To have you dad, here today,
    Never to leave your daughter this way.

    A Father's touch, a daddy's kiss
    A grieving daughter, you're greatly missed.

  • A Death Has OccurredPaul Irion

    A death as occurred and everything is changed.
    We are painfully aware that life can never be the same again,
    That yesterday is over,
    That relationships once rich have ended.

    But there is another way to look upon this truth.
    If life now went on the same,
    Without the presence of the one who had died,
    we could only conclude that the life we remember
    made no contribution,
    filled no space,
    meant nothing.

    The fact that this person left behind a place
    that cannot be filled is a high tribute to this individual.

    Life can be the same after a trinket has been lost,
    but never after the loss of a treasure.

  • A DirgeChristina Rossetti

    Why were you born when the snow was falling?
    You should have come to the cuckoo's calling,
    Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
    Or at least when lithe swallows muster
    For their far off flying
    From summer dying.

    Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
    You should have died at the apples' dropping,
    When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
    And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
    And all winds go sighing
    For sweet things dying.

  • A Gaelic FarewellAnon

    May the road rise up to meet you,
    May the wind be always at your back,
    May the sun shine warm upon your face
    And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
    And until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

  • A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet SkiesW. E. Henley

    A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;
    And from the west,
    Where the sun, his day's work ended,
    Lingers as in content,
    There falls on the old, grey city
    An influence luminous and serene,
    A shining peace.

    The smoke ascends
    In a rosy-and-golden haze.
    The spires shine, and are changed.
    In the valley shadows rise.
    The lark sings on.
    The sun, closing his benediction,
    Sinks, and the darkening air
    Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night-
    Night with her train of stars
    And her great gift of sleep.

    So be my passing!
    My task accomplished and the long day done,
    My wages taken, and in my heart
    Some late lark singing,
    Let me be gathered to the quiet west,
    The sundown splendid and serene,

  • A Letter From HeavenRuth Ann Mahaffey

    To my dearest family, some things Id like to say.
    But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
    I'm writing this from heaven.
    Here I dwell with God above.
    Here, theres no more tears of sadness;
    Here is just eternal love.

    Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
    Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
    That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
    God picked me up and hugged me and He said, I welcome you.
    Its good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
    As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on.

    I need you here so badly, you are part of my plan.
    There is so much that we can do, to help our mortal man.
    God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
    And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
    And when you lie in bed at night the days chores put to flight.
    God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

    When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
    Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
    But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
    Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
    I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
    If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

    But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
    I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
    There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
    But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
    It was always my philosophy and Id like it for you too;
    That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

    If you can help somebody who is in sorrow and pain;
    Then you can say to God at night....My day was not in vain.
    And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.
    Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
    So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
    Just lend a hand to pick them up, as on your way you go.

    When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind;
    I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
    And when its time for you to go...from that body to be free.
    Remember you're not going...you're coming here to me.

  • A Rose Once GrewAnon

    A rose once grew where all could see,
    Sheltered beside a garden wall,
    And, as the days passed swiftly by,
    It spread its branches, straight and tall.
    One day, a beam of light shone through
    A crevice that had opened wide -
    The rose bent gently toward its warmth
    Then passed beyond to the other side.
    Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
    Be comforted - the rose blooms there,
    Its beauty even greater now,
    Nurtured by God's own loving care.

  • A Silent TearAnon

    Just close your eyes and you will see
    All the memories that you have of me
    Just sit and relax and you will find
    I'm really still there inside your mind

    Don't cry for me now I'm gone
    For I am in the land of song
    There is no pain, there is no fear
    So dry away that silent tear

    Don't think of me in the dark and cold
    For here I am, no longer old
    I'm in that place that's filled with love
    Known to you all, as "up above"

  • A Song Of LivingAmelia Josephine Barr

    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
    I have sent up my gladness on wings, to be lost in the blue of the sky.
    I have run and leaped with the rain, I have taken the wind to my breast.
    My cheek like a drowsy child to the face of the earth I have pressed.
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

    I have kissed young Love on the lips, I have heard his song to the end,
    I have struck my hand like a seal in the loyal hand of a friend.
    I have known the peace of heaven, the comfort of work done well.
    I have longed for death in the darkness and risen alive out of hell.
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

    I give a share of my soul to the world, when and where my course is run.
    I know that another shall finish the task I must leave undone.
    I know that no flower, nor flint was in vain on the path I trod.
    As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God,
    Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

  • A Thought On DeathW.H. Auden

    When life as opening buds is sweet,
    And golden hopes the fancy greet,
    And Youth prepares his joys to meet,
    Alas! how hard it is to die!

    When just is seized some valued prize,
    And duties press, and tender ties
    Forbid the soul from earth to rise,
    How awful then it is to die!

    When, one by one, those ties are torn,
    And friend from friend is snatched forlorn,
    And man is left alone to mourn,
    Ah then, how easy 'tis to die!

    When faith is firm, and conscience clear,
    And words of peace the spirit cheer,
    And visioned glories half appear,
    'Tis joy, 'tis triumph then to die.

    When trembling limbs refuse their weight,
    And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
    And clouds obscure the mental light,
    'Tis nature's precious boon to die.

  • A ToastAnon

    Here's to those, and such as those,
    And those that we love best.

    They're not here that should have been here,
    So here's to all the rest.

    If they'd been here that should have been,
    Our hearts they would be light.

    So here's to all the company,
    That won't be here tonight!

  • AbsenceElizabeth Jennings

    I visited the place where we last met.
    Nothing has changed, the gardens were well-tended,
    The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;
    There was no sign that anything had ended
    And nothing to instruct me to forget.

    The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,
    Singing an ecstasy I could not share,
    Played cunning in my thoughts. Surely in these
    Pleasures there could not be a pain to bear
    Or any discord shake the level breeze.

    It was because the place was just the same
    That made your absence seem a savage force,
    For under all the gentleness there came
    An earthquake tremor: fountain, birds and grass
    Were shaken by my thinking of your name.

  • After I Have GoneVera Arlett

    Speak my name softly after I have gone.
    I loved the quiet things, the flowers and the dew,
    Field mice; birds homing; and the frost that shone
    On nursery windows when my years were few;
    And autumn mists subduing hill and plain
    and blurring outlines of those older moods
    that follow, after loss and grief and pain
    And last and best, a gentle laugh with friends,
    All bitterness foregone, and evening near.
    If we be kind and faithful when day ends,
    We shall not meet that ragged starveling 'fear'
    As one by one we take the unknown way
    Speak my name softly - there's no more to say.

  • After The BurialJames Rusell Lowell

    Yes, faith is a goodly anchor;
    When skies are sweet as a psalm,
    At the bows it lolls so stalwart,
    In bluff, broad-shouldered calm.

    And when over breakers to leeward
    The tattered surges are hurled,
    It may keep our head to the tempest,
    With its grip on the base of the world.

    But, after the shipwreck, tell me
    What help in its iron thews,
    Still true to the broken hawser,
    Deep down among seaweed and ooze?

    In the breaking gulfs of sorrow,
    When the helpless feet stretch out
    And find in the deeps of darkness
    No footing so solid as doubt,

    Then better one spar of Memory,
    One broken plank of the Past,
    That our human heart may cling to,
    Though hopeless of shore at last!

    To the spirit its splendid conjectures,
    To the flesh its sweet despair,
    Its tears o'er the thin-worn locket
    With its anguish of deathless hair!

    Immortal? I feel it and" know it,
    Who doubts it of such as she?
    But that is the pang's very secret,-
    Immortal away from me.

    There's a narrow ridge in the graveyard
    Would scarce stay a child in his race,
    But to me and my thought it is wider
    Than the star-sown vague of Space.

    Your logic, my friend, is perfect,
    Your morals most drearily true;
    But, since the earth clashed on her coffin,
    I keep hearing that, and not you.

    Console if you will, I can bear it;
    'Tis a well-meant alms of breath;
    But not all the preaching since Adam
    Has made Death other than Death.

    It is pagan; but wait till you feel it, -
    That jar of our earth, that dull shock
    When the ploughshare of deeper passion
    Tears down to our primitive rock.

    Communion in spirit! Forgive me,
    But I, who am earthy and weak,
    Would give all my incomes from dreamland
    For a touch of her hand on my cheek.

    That little shoe in the corner,
    So worn and wrinkled and brown,
    With its emptiness confutes you
    And argues your wisdom down.

  • AfterglowAnon

    I'd like the memory of me
    to be a happy one.
    I'd like to leave an afterglow
    of smiles when life is done.
    I'd like to leave an echo
    whispering softly down the ways,
    Of happy times and laughing times
    and bright and sunny days.
    I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
    to dry before the sun
    of happy memories
    that I leave when life is done.

  • All is WellHenry Scott-Holland

    Death is nothing at all.
    I have only slipped away into the next room.
    I am I, and you are you.
    Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
    Call me by my old familiar name,
    speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
    Put no difference in your tone,
    wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
    Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
    Play, smile, think of me and if you want to, pray for me.
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
    let it be spoken without effect,
    without the trace of a shadow on it.
    Life means all that it ever meant.
    It is the same as it ever was;
    there is unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you,
    for an interval,
    somewhere very near,
    just around the corner.
    All is well.

  • Along the RoadRobert Browning

    I walked a mile with Pleasure;
    She chattered all the way.
    But left me none the wiser
    For all she had to say.
    I walked a mile with Sorrow
    And ne'er a word said she;
    But oh, the things
    I learned from her
    When Sorrow
    walked with me!

  • An Angel In DisguiseAnon

    If an angels wings are forever hidden,
    beneath two arms that wrap with care;
    And a vibrant halo glows within,
    a tender spirit shining there.

    If the melody of a blessed harp
    is found in the warmest voice,
    and an unconditional love is sewn,
    in to your each and every choice.

    If the laughter of a cherub rings,
    when you have brightened someone's day
    And pure heavens found in every smile,
    you felt need to send this way.

    If an angels gown of flowing white
    is shielding from all eyes.
    At once I knew when I saw you,
    I spied an angel in disguise.

  • And Death Shall Have No DominionDylan Thomas

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Dead men naked they shall be one
    With the man in the wind and the west moon;
    When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
    They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
    Though they go mad they shall be sane,
    Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
    Though lovers be lost love shall not;
    And death shall have no dominion.

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Under the windings of the sea
    They lying long shall not die windily;
    Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
    Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
    Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
    And the unicorn evils run them through;
    Split all ends up they shan't crack;
    And death shall have no dominion.

    And death shall have no dominion.
    No more may gulls cry at their ears
    Or waves break loud on the seashores;
    Where blew a flower may a flower no more
    Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
    Though they be mad and dead as nails,
    Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
    Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
    And death shall have no dominion.

  • AngelAnon

    Tear drops, slow and steady,
    The pain so real and true,
    God took another angel,
    And that angel, dear, was you.

    Angel wings, upon the clouds,
    Your body softly sleeps,
    Hush now little angel,
    No more tears you have to weep.

    Little prayers are sent to you,
    The short life you led;
    Your family will never forget you,
    So rest your little head.

    I know God will look after you,
    Now you are truly alive,
    Your spirit soars beyond the moon,
    Your legacy will survive.

    You’re beautiful, you’re endless,
    Now stretch your wings and fly,
    You’re loved by so many,
    It will never be goodbye.

    Close your pretty eyes,
    No more tears, just go and rest,
    Let your soul lie peacefully,
    We know you did your best.

  • As I Look Up To The Skies AboveAnon

    As I look up to the skies above,
    The stars stretch endlessly--
    But somehow all those rays of light
    Seem dimmer now to me.
    As I watch the morning sun appear,
    The shadows still don't fade-
    As if the brightest light of all
    Was somehow swept away.

    Though I see the branches swaying,
    And watch their dancing leaves--
    The echoes carried on the wind
    Don't sound the same to me.
    As I listen to the morning birds
    Sing softly from afar--
    It seems to be a mournful tune
    That echoes in my heart.

    Another day has come again,
    As time moves surely on--
    But nothing now seems quite the same,
    To know that he is gone.
    The days and weeks and months ahead
    Will never be the same--
    Because a treasure beyond words
    Can never be replaced.

    The loss cannot be measured now,
    The void cannot be filled--
    And though someday the grief may fade,
    His mark will live on still.
    For even with my heavy heart,
    I know that I've been blessed
    To have been one who's life he touched
    With warmth so infinite.

  • As You Love MeAnon

    As you love me, let there be no mourning when I go,
    No tearful eyes, no hopeless sighs, no woe, or even sadness!
    Indeed I would not have you sad,
    For I myself shall be full glad,
    With the high triumphant gladness
    Of a soul made free of God’s sweet liberty

    No windows darkened
    For my own will be flung wide as ne’er before,
    To catch the radiant in-pour of love
    that shall in full atone for all the ills that I have done;
    And the good things left undone;

    No voices hushed;
    My own, full flushed
    With an immortal hope,
    will rise In ecstasies of new born bliss and joyful melodies.

    Rather, or your sweet courtesy,
    Rejoice with me
    At my soul’s loosing from captivity.
    With me, bon voyage, as you do a friend
    Whose joyous visit finds it happy end
    And bid me both A dieu and Au revoir.

    Since, though I come no more,
    I shall be waiting there to greet you at His door.
    And, as the feet of the bearers tread the ways I trod,
    Think not of me as dead, but rather happy.
    Thrice happy, he whose course is sped!
    He has gone home - to God, His Father

  • At CastlewoodEmily Bronte

    The day is done, the winter sun
    Is setting in its sullen sky;
    And drear the course that has been run,
    And dim the hearts that slowly die.

    No star will light my coming night;
    No morn of hope for me will shine;
    I mourn not heaven would blast my sight,
    And I ne’er longed for joys divine.

    Through life’s hard task I did not ask
    Celestial aid, celestial cheer;
    I saw my fate without its mask,
    And met it too without a tear.

    The grief that pressed my aching breast
    Was heavier far than earth can be;
    And who would dread eternal rest
    When labour’s hour was agony?

    Dark falls the fear of this despair
    On spirits born of happiness;
    But I was bred the mate of care,
    The foster-child of sore distress.

    No sighs for me, no sympathy,
    No wish to keep my soul below;
    The heart is dead in infancy,
    Unwept - for let the body go.

  • AwayJames Riley

    I cannot say and I will not say
    That she is dead - she is just away.
    With a cheery smile and a wave of a hand
    She has wandered into an unknown land,
    And left us dreaming how very fair
    It needs must be since she lingers there.

  • Because He LivedEdgar A. Guest

    Because he lived, next door a child
    To see him coming often smiled,
    And thought him her devoted friend
    Who gladly gave her coins to spend.

    Because he lived, a neighbor knew
    A clump of tall delphiniums blue
    And oriental poppies red
    He’d given for a flower bed.

    Because he lived, a man in need
    Was grateful for a kindly deed
    And ever after tried to be
    As thoughtful and as fine as he.

    Because he lived, ne’er great or proud
    Or known to all the motley crowd,
    A few there were whose tents were pitched
    Near his who found their lives enriched.

  • Because I Could Not Stop For DeathEmily Dickinson

    Because I could not stop for death
    He kindly stopped for me
    The carriage held but just ourselves
    And immortality.

    We slowly drove - he knew no haste
    And I had put away
    My labor and my leisure too,
    For his civility.

    We passed the school, where children strove
    At recess - in the ring
    We passed the fields of gazing grain
    We passed the setting sun.

    Or rather - he passed us
    The dews drew quivering and chill
    For only gossamer, my Gown
    My tippet - only tulle.

    We paused before a house that seemed
    A swelling of the ground
    The roof was scarcely visible
    The cornice - in the Ground.

    Since then - 'tis centuries - and yet
    Feels shorter than the day
    I first surmised the horses' heads
    Were toward eternity.

  • Because I Love You SoAnon

    Time will not dim the face I love,
    The voice I heard each day,
    The many things you did for me,
    In your own special way.
    All my life I’ll miss you,
    As the years come and go,
    But in my heart I’ll keep you,
    Because I love you so.

  • BereavementPercy Bysshe Shelly

    How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
    As he bends in still grief o’er the hallowed bier,
    As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
    And drops to perfection’s remembrance a tear;
    When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
    When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
    Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
    And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
    Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
    Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
    Rest awhle, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
    The spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
    Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
    Where no clouds of fate o’er the sweet prospect lour,
    Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
    When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.

  • But Not ForgottenDorothy Parker

    I think no matter where you stray,
    That I shall go with you a way.
    Though you may wander sweeter lands,
    You will not forget my hands,
    Nor yet the way I held my head
    Nor the tremulous things I said.
    You will still see me, small and white
    And smiling, in the secret night,
    And feel my arms about you when
    The day comes fluttering back again.
    I think, no matter where you be,
    You’ll hold me in your memory
    And keep my image there without me,
    By telling later loves about me.

  • Celtic DevotionalCaitlin Matthews

    You have been called from the place of your dwelling,
    May blessed soul-friends guide you,
    May helping spirits lead you,
    May the Gatherer of Souls call you,
    May the homeward path rise up under your feet
    And lead you gladly home.

  • Child Born DeadElizabeth Jennings

    What ceremony can we fit
    You into now? If you had come
    Out of a warm and noisy room
    To this, there’d be an opposite
    For us to know you by. We could
    Imagine you in lively mood.

    And then look at the other side,
    The mood drawn out of you, the breath
    Defeated by the power of death.
    But we have never seen you stride
    Ambitiously the world we know.
    You could not come and yet you go.

    But there is nothing now to mar
    Your clear refusal of our world.
    Not in our memories can we mould
    You or distort you character.
    Then all our consolation is
    That grief can be as pure as this.

  • Children Who Die Are Not Really GoneNicholas Gordon

    Children who die are not really gone,
    But go to a place that is something like home,
    Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
    Until we can join them when our lives are done.

    Children who die are not really dead,
    But just like good children tucked into bed,
    Wait the long wait while we go ahead
    Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.

    Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
    In the place where they wait till they see us again,
    And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
    Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

  • Close Your EyesJudy Burnette

    I can't be with you today
    but if you close your eyes and think;
    I'll be beside you in the kitchen
    wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.

    I'll be with you in the bedroom
    waiting quietly on your bed;
    Just close your eyes and think of me,
    relive those memories in your head.

    I'll stand by you in the bathroom,
    an unlikely place to meet;
    I'll smile at you so playfully
    as I let you brush my teeth.

    I'll be your light in the darkness,
    shining steady through and through;
    You only have to watch it glow
    to know I think of you.

    I'll be the music that you listen to,
    I'll be there in every song:
    I'll laugh with you and sing with you,
    and comfort you when your day's gone wrong.

    I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair,
    I'll be that warm embrace;
    I'll be the hand on your shoulder,
    I'll be the tender touch on your face.

    I'll be the clock gently ticking,
    reminding you of the times;
    We've shut the rest of the world outside
    we're in our own world - yours and mine.

    I'll be the moon as it dances
    on the water cold and still;
    For I have loved you always
    and I know I always will.

    Though you may not see me physically
    as you live your life today;
    Just close your eyes and think of me
    I will not be far away.

  • Code Poem For The French ResistanceLeo Marks

    The life that I have
    Is all that I have,
    And the life that I have is yours.
    The love that I have
    Of the life that I have,
    Is yours and yours and yours.

    A sleep I shall have,
    A rest I shall have,
    Yet death will be but a pause.
    For the peace of my years
    In the long green grass,
    Will be yours and yours and yours.

  • Come With MeRhonda Braswell

    God saw you getting tired
    And a cure was not to be
    So He put His arms around you
    And whispered 'Come with Me.'

    With tearful eyes We watched you suffer
    And saw you fade away,
    Although we loved you dearly
    We could not make you stay.

    A golden heart stopped beating,
    Hard working hands at rest,
    God broke our hearts to prove
    He only takes the best.

    It's lonesome here without you,
    We miss you more each day,
    Life doesn't seem the same
    Since you've gone away.

    When days are sad and lonely
    And everything goes wrong,
    We seem to hear you whisper
    'Cheer up and carry on.'

    Each time we see your picture,
    You seem to smile and say
    'Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping
    We'll meet again someday.'

    You never said 'I'm leaving',
    You never said goodbye,
    You were gone before we knew it,
    And only God knew why.

    A million times we needed you,
    A million times we cried,
    If love alone could have saved you,
    You never would have died.

    In life we loved you dearly,
    In death we love you still,
    In our hearts you hold a place,
    That no one could ever fill.

    It broke our hearts to lose you,
    But you didn't go alone,
    For part of us went with you,
    The day God took you home.

  • Crossing The BarAlfred Lord Tennyson

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

    Be such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
    When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

    Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
    And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

    For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
    I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.

  • Death Be Not ProudJohn Donne

    Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
    For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
    Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
    From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
    Much pleasure - then, from thee much more must flow;
    And soonest our best men with thee do go,
    Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
    Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men,
    And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell;
    And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well,
    And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
    One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
    And death shall be no more. Death thou shalt die.

  • Death Is A DoorNancy Byrd Turner

    Death is only an old door
    Set in a garden wall
    On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
    When the thrushes call.

    Along the lintel are green leaves
    Beyond the light lies still;
    Very willing and weary feet
    Go over that sill.

    There is nothing to trouble any heart;
    Nothing to hurt at all.
    Death is only a quiet door.
    In an old wall.

  • Death Is Nothing At AllCanon Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral (1847 – 1918)

    Death is nothing at all
    I have only slipped away into the next room
    I am I and you are you
    Whatever we were to each other
    That we are still
    Call me by my own familiar name
    Speak to me in the easy way you always used
    Put no difference into your tone
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
    Laugh as we always laughed
    At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
    Let it be spoken without effort
    Without the ghost of a shadow in it
    Life means all that it ever was
    There is absolute unbroken continuity
    What is death but a negligible accident?
    Why should I be out of mind
    Because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you for an interval
    Somewhere very near
    Just around the corner All is well.
    Nothing is past; nothing is lost
    One brief moment and all will be as it was before
    How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

  • Death On A StrollIquo Umoh

    Death takes a stroll
    And the bell chimes
    As a soul in passing
    Makes its phase a closing

    Life ends so briefly
    A decade, a century
    The years may be
    Yet death takes its stroll

    Sweeping the earth
    With its dark robe
    Raising the dust in swirls
    And cries that shrill

    Tearing the silence of the night
    Unsettling the calm of the day
    Caring not whom it greets
    Yea death takes its stroll

    When its time is done
    Darkness recesses is entered
    Awaiting once again
    When death comes out for a stroll

  • Departed ComradeLucretius

    Departed comrade! Thou, redeemed from pain
    Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:
    Not thine the sense of loss
    But lo, for us the void
    That never shall be filled again.
    Not thine but ours the grief.
    All pain is fled from thee.
    And we are weeping in thy stead;
    Tears for the mourners who are left behind
    Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

  • DianaAnon

    You truly were an angel
    sent from God in heaven above.
    Your shocking death just broke the hearts of everyone you loved.
    When I found out that you had died
    I thought that they were wrong.
    You were so alive - and then just like that,
    you were gone.
    A flame blown out in seconds,
    Confirming our worst fears -
    A light that shines no more on earth
    for which we shed many tears.

    But still you are my beacon
    And I need you right now.
    You hear all the prayers I say
    Because they are answered somehow.
    I wish that you could be here,
    But in a way you are.
    Your symbol of a rose goes everywhere with me,
    so I know you can’t be far.
    It still is quite a shock to me
    that you had to die;
    But no one will forget you
    And I love you, and goodbye.

  • DirgeThomas Lovell Beddoes

    We do lie beneath the grass
    In the moonlight, in the shade
    Of the yew-tree. They that pass
    Hear us not. We are afraid
    They would envy our delight,
    In our graves by glow-worm night.
    Come follow us, and smile as we;
    We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
    Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea,
    And the drown’d and the shipwreck’d have happy graves.

  • Dirge - Come Away DeathWilliam Shakespeare

    Come away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypres let me be laid;
    Fly away, fly away, breath;
    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
    My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
    O prepare it!
    My part of death, no one so true
    Did share it.

    Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
    On my black coffin let there be strown;
    Not a friend, not a friend greet
    My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:
    A thousand thousand sighs to save,
    Lay me, O, where
    Sad true lover never find my grave
    To weep there!

  • Dirge Without MusicEdna St Vincent Millay

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
    So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
    Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
    With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

    Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
    Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
    A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
    A formula, a phrase remains, - but the rest is lost.

    The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, -
    They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
    Elegant and curled
    Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
    More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

    Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
    Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
    Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
    I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good NightDylan Thomas

    Do not go gentle into that goodnight,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right.
    Because their words have forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that goodnight.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that goodnight.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that goodnight.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

  • Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep,
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints on snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle Autumn rain.

    When you awaken in the morning's hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quite birds in circled flight
    I am the soft stars that shine at night
    Do not stand at my grave and cry
    I am not there, I did not die.

  • Do Not Weep For MeAnon

    Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
    I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.
    I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face.
    I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
    I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.
    Do not weep for me for I have not gone.

    I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
    I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision.
    I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
    I am the stag on the wild hills way.
    I am just around the corner.

    Therefore, the wise weep not.
    But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.

  • Each DayGraham Allaway

    Each day since we first lost you
    Life is not the same,
    Each day we search for reasons
    Each day we call your name.

    Each day we feel the pain
    And the hurt that will not heal,
    Each day we ask the sky
    To please make this not real.

    Each day we look for answers
    To the endless questions why,
    Each day we bow our heads
    With another tear to cry.

    But each day we’re reminded
    Of the joy that you would bring,
    Each day we still remember
    How you brightened everything.

    Each day we hear you laughing
    With that smile upon your face,
    Each day we hear you playing
    And your spirit we embrace.

    So each day we live on
    We will never be apart,
    For in each day that passes
    You’re forever in our hearts.

    Sweet dreams little one, sleep tight.

  • Early DeathHartley Coleridge

    She passed away like morning dew
    Before the sun was high;
    So brief her time, she scarcely knew
    The meaning of a sigh.

    As round the rose its soft perfume,
    Sweet love around her floated;
    Admired she grew - while mortal doom
    Crept on, un-feared, un-noted.

    Love was her guardian angel here,
    But love to death resigned her;
    Though love was kind, why should we fear
    But holy death is kinder?

  • EnglandA.E. Housman

    Into my heart an air that kills
    From yon far country blows:
    What are those blue remember’d hills,
    What spires, what farms are those?

    That is the land of lost content,
    I see it shining plain,
    The happy highways where I went
    And cannot come again.

  • Epitaph For A Darling LadyDorothy Parker

    All her hours were yellow sands,
    Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
    Slipping warmly through her hands;
    Patted into little castles.

    Shiny day on shiny day
    Tumbled in a rainbow clutter,
    As she flipped them all away,
    Sent them spinning down the gutter.

    Leave for her a red young rose,
    Go your way, and save your pity;
    She is happy, for she knows
    That her dust is very pretty.

  • Epitaph On A FriendRobert Burns

    An honest man here lies at rest,
    The friend of man, the friend of truth,
    The friend of age, and guide of youth:
    Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
    Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
    If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
    If there is none, he made the best of this.

  • Epitaph On My Ever Honoured FatherRobert Burns

    O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
    Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
    Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
    The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
    The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
    The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
    The friend of man-to vice alone a foe;
    For "ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.

  • Epitaph Upon A Child That DiedRobert Herrick

    Here she lies, a pretty bud,
    Lately made of flesh and blood:
    Who as soon fell fast asleep
    As her little eyes did peep.
    Give her strewing's, but not stir
    The earth that lightly covers her.

  • Everything Passes And VanishesWilliam Allingham

    Everything passes and vanishes;
    Everything leaves its trace;
    And often you see in a footstep
    What you could not see in a face.

  • FarewellAnne Bronte

    Farewell to thee! but not farewell
    To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
    Within my heart they still shall dwell;
    And they shall cheer and comfort me.

    O, beautiful, and full of grace!
    If thou hadst never met mine eye,
    I had not dreamed a living face
    Could fancied charms so far outvie.

    If I may ne’er behold again
    That form and face so dear to me,
    Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
    Preserve, for aye, their memory.

    That voice, the magic of whose tone
    Can wake an echo in my breast,
    Creating feelings that, alone,
    Can make my tranced spirit blest.

    That laughing eye, whose sunny beam
    My memory would not cherish less; -
    And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam
    Nor mortal language can express.

    Adieu, but let me cherish, still,
    The hope with which I cannot part.
    Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,
    But still it lingers in my heart.

    And who can tell but Heaven, at last,
    May answer all my thousand prayers,
    And bid the future pay the past
    With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

  • Farewell My friendsGitanjali Ghei

    It was beautiful as long as it lasted
    The journey of my life.
    I have no regrets whatsoever
    Save the pain I’ll leave behind.
    Those dear hearts who love and care…
    And the strings pulling at the heart and soul…
    The strong arms that held me up
    When my own strength let me down.
    At every turning of my life I came across good friends,
    Friends who stood by me,
    Even when the time raced me by.
    Farewell, farewell, my friends
    I smile and bid you goodbye.
    No, shed no tears for I need them not
    All I need is your smile.
    If you feel sad do think of me
    For that’s what I’ll like when you live in the hearts
    Of those you love, remember then
    You never die.

  • Farewell, Sweet DustElinor Wylie

    Now I have lost you, I must scatter
    All of you on the air henceforth;
    Not that to me it can ever matter
    Buy it’s only fair to the rest of the earth.

    Now especially, when it is winter
    And the sun’s not half so bright as he was,
    Who wouldn’t be glad to find a splinter
    That once was you in the frozen grass?

    Snowflakes, too, will be softer feathered,
    Clouds, perhaps, will be whiter plumed;
    Rain, whose brilliance you caught and gathered,
    Purer silver have reassumed.

    Farewell, sweet dust; I never was a miser:
    Once, for a minute, I made you mine:
    Now you are gone, I am none the wiser
    But the leaves of the willow are as bright as wine.

  • Feel No Guilt In LaughterAnon

    Feel no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.
    Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
    You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
    He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
    So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
    The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
    Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
    Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
    That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
    And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
    For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
    And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.

  • Fight The Good FightJohn Monsell

    Fight the good fight with all thy might,
    Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right;
    Lay hold on life, and it shall be
    The joy and crown eternally.
    Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
    Lift up thine eyes, and seek his face;
    Life with its way before us lies,
    Christ is the path, and Christ the prize.
    Cast care aside, upon thy Guide
    Lean, and his mercy will provide;
    Lean, and the trusting soul will prove
    Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
    Faint not nor fear, his arms are near,
    He changeth not, and thou art dear;
    Only believe, and thou shalt see
    That Christ is all in all to thee.

  • FlowerRabindranath Tagore

    Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

    I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it.
    I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.

    Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,
    use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

  • From - Break, Break, BreakAlfred, Lord Tennyson

    Break, break, break,
    On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
    And I would that my tongue could utter
    The thoughts that arise in me

    And the stately ships go on
    To their haven under the hill;
    But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
    and the sound of a voice that is still.

  • From - CymbelineWilliam Shakespeare

    Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
    Nor the furious winters rages;
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,
    Home art gone and ta’en thy wages;
    Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

    Fear no more the frown o’ the great,
    Thou art past the tyrants stoke;
    Care no more to clothe and eat;
    To thee the reed is as the oak;
    The sceptre, learning, physic, must
    All follow this, and come to dust.

    Fear no more the lightning-flash,
    Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
    Fear not slander, censure rash;
    Thou hast finish’d joy and moan;
    All lovers young, all lovers must
    Consign to thee, and come to dust.

    No exorciser harm thee!
    Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
    Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
    Nothing ill come near thee!
    Quiet consummation have;
    And renowned be thy grave.

  • From - In MemoriamAlfred, Lord Tennyson

    Dark house, by which once more I stand
    Here in the unlovely street,
    Doors, where my heart was used to beat
    So quickly, waiting for a hand,

    A hand that can be clasp’d no more -
    Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
    And like a guilty thing I creep
    At earliest morning to the door.

    He is not here; but far away
    The noise of life begins again,
    And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain
    On the bald street breaks the blank day.

  • From - Long Distance Tony Harrison

    Though my mother was already two years dead
    Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
    put hot water bottles her side of the bed
    and still went to renew her transport pass.

    You couldn’t just drop in. you had to phone.
    He’d put you off for an hour to give him time
    to clear away her things and look alone
    as though his still raw love were such a crime.

    He couldn’t risk my blight of disbelief
    though sure that very soon he’d hear her key
    scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
    He knew she’d just popped out to get the tea.

    I believe that life ends with death, and that is all.
    You haven’t both gone shopping; just the same,
    in my new black leather phone book there’s your name
    and the disconnected number I still call.

  • From The AntiqueChristina Rossetti

    The wind shall lull us yet,
    The flowers shall spring above us:
    And those who hate forget,
    And those forgot who love us.

    The pulse of hope shall cease,
    Of joy and of regretting:
    We twain shall sleep in peace,
    Forgotten and forgetting.

    For us no sun shall rise,
    Nor wind rejoice, nor river,
    Where we with fast-closed eyes
    Shall sleep and sleep for ever.

  • Funeral BluesW.H. Auden

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let airplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message "He is Dead",
    Put Crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday-rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk , my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

  • FutilityWilfred Owen

    Move him into the sun -
    Gently its touch awoke him once,
    At home, whispering of fields unsown.
    Always it woke him, even in France,
    Until this morning and this snow.
    If anything might rouse him now
    The kind old sun will know.

    Think how it wakes the seeds, -
    Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
    Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
    Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
    Was it for this the clay grew tall?
    - O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
    To break earth's sleep at all?

  • Gacela Of The Dark DeathFederico GarcÌa Lorca, translated and edited by Robert Bly

    I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
    I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.
    I want to sleep the sleep of that child
    who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.

    I don't want them to tell me again how the corpse keeps all its blood,
    how the decaying mouth goes on begging for water.
    I'd rather not hear about the torture sessions the grass arranges for
    nor about how the moon does all its work before dawn
    with its snakelike nose.

    I want to sleep for half a second,
    a second, a minute, a century,
    but I want everyone to know that I am still alive,
    that I have a golden manger inside my lips,
    that I am the little friend of the west wind,
    that I am the elephantine shadow of my own tears.

    When it's dawn just throw some sort of cloth over me
    because I know dawn will toss fistfuls of ants at me,
    and pour a little hard water over my shoes
    so that the scorpion claws of the dawn will slip off.

    Because I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
    and learn a mournful song that will clean all earth away from me,
    because I want to live with that shadowy child
    who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.

  • GhostsM.V. Briones

    Haunted memories
    Of a place
    Faded pictures
    Of a face...

    Words unspoken
    Thoughts unsaid
    Slumbering heartbeats
    Cold and dead...

    Dancing figures
    In the cloud
    Painted features
    On a shroud...

    Now, there's no sunshine
    Only rain
    No emotions
    But the pain

    Keep your vigil
    Through the night
    For my spirit
    Loves the light

    Tell the story
    Of my days
    Play my music,
    Show my face.

    Hide not my secrets
    Truth or lie
    Let the silence
    Hear not your sigh

    Memories: keep on playing
    Until the music's done.
    Let this love live
    Until I'm gone.

  • God Was Your Closest FriendRandall Beers

    I knew you were hurting although you wouldn't cry,
    And could see you were suffering, see the pain in your eye
    I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day,
    You looked so helpless and frail while in bed you did lay.

    I watched as you shivered from a new pain,
    And wondered how I might have handled the same.
    I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell,
    You said you were fine although your skin was so pale.

    I knew in my heart your time was near end,
    And wished I could take you, your body to mend.
    I knew that soon God would be your closest friend,
    You told me many times that's how it would end.

    I stood there watching as each breath came slow,
    And fought to find courage, my emotions were low.
    I promised you when the time came that I'd not cry,
    You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry.

    I held your hand as I silently said goodbye,
    And knew in my heart that soon you would die.
    I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you,
    You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew.

    I no longer care, my tears I can't hide,
    And as I stood there waiting for death by your side
    . I knew then that God was your closest friend,
    You had told me many times that's how it would end.

  • God’s Lent ChildAnon

    "I'll lend you for a little while
    A child of mine" God said -
    For you to love the while he lives
    and mourn for when he's dead.
    It may be six or seven years
    or forty two or three
    but will you, till I call him back,
    take care of him for me?

    He'll bring his charms to gladden you
    and, should his stay be brief,
    you'll have his nicest memories
    as solace for his grief.
    I cannot promise he will stay,
    since all from earth return
    but, there are lessons taught below,
    I want this child to learn.

    I've looked the whole world over,
    in my search for teachers true,
    and from the things that crowd life's lane
    I have chosen you.
    Now will you give him all your love,
    nor think the labour vain,
    nor hate me when I come to take
    this lent child back again?

    I fancied that I heard them say,
    "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done"
    for all the joys thy child will bring
    the risk of grief we'll run.
    We'll shelter him with tenderness,
    we'll love him while we may,
    and for the happiness we've known
    forever grateful stay.
    But, should thy Angels call for him
    much sooner than we planned,
    we'll brave the grief that comes
    and try to understand.

  • GoneSusie Marcol

    Of late, it seems I miss you more,
    When quietly I lay
    Upon the bed that we two shared---
    Occasionally by day.

    Our hopes and dreams inspired once
    By the union of our souls.
    Are nought but happy memory’s,
    Which between us two unfurled.

    All the things we planned to do,
    The things we said we must.
    Are now just like you my love,
    Gone, - and shortly turned to dust.

  • Gone, But Not ForgottenMarilyn Ferguson

    Gone, but not forgotten
    This pain, I cannot hideIn memory, I see you
    A million tears, I've cried.

    The tender thoughts you left me
    Come to my memory
    Your loving smile, so precious
    Will always be with me.

    You visit me in summer
    When flowers are in bloom
    Upon a ray of sunshine
    A star-lit night in June.

    When winds are gently blowing
    Across a cloudless sky
    Within a rolling meadow
    Where horse and cattle lie.

    I see you in the treetops
    As summer comes to be
    In shadows, you do linger
    A soul so young and free.

    I see you in the garden
    Your scent does fill the air
    Just like a precious flower
    A rose, so ever fair.

    On country roads, I find you
    Along the wooded lane
    Within the distant thunder
    I see you in the rain.

    In early hush of morning
    You come without a sound
    Upon a blazing sunset
    Your memory can be found.

    Like sprigs of morning glory
    Upon the vine, they grow
    With branches reaching outward
    Into my heart, you go.

    Just like a special angel
    God wrapped you in His care
    And took you off to heaven
    To live with Him, up there.

    But often, I still see you
    Upon a light blue sky
    And long so much to hold you
    Why did you have to die?

  • GoodbyeN. Taylor

    The church is full of people
    who have come to say goodbye
    But no one wants to see you go
    And we’re all left asking why.

    In our pain and tears we share
    A heartache that cannot heal
    but in our minds we will keep
    Memories no one can steal.

    We all can feel your hand in ours
    And see your loving face
    You haven’t gone I feel you here
    A love I cant replace.

    You meant so much to each of us
    And in our hearts your always be
    I hope you can see how precious you were
    To them, to us, to me.

  • GrandadDick Underwood

    Grandad, you were just a lad,
    So many years ago.
    You had your loves and had your dreams,
    You watched us come and go.

    You watched us make the same mistakes,
    That you had made before,
    But that just made you hold us tight,
    And love us all the more.

    We haven’t always thought about
    The things that you have seen.
    To us you’ve just been ‘Grandad’,
    No thought of who you’ve been.

    But we remember now in love,
    Your life from start to end,
    And we’re just glad we knew you,
    As Grandad, and as Friend.

  • GrandmotherAnon

    We had a wonderful grandmother,
    One who never really grew old;
    Her smile was made of sunshine,
    And her heart was solid gold;
    Her eyes were as bright as shining stars,
    And in her cheeks fair roses you see.
    We had a wonderful grandmother,
    And that’ s the way it will always be.
    But take heed, because
    She’s still keeping an eye on all of us,
    So let’s make sure
    She will like what she sees.

  • Hands Of TimeAnon

    To reach across the bounds of time
    To know again your touch sublime
    Glistening palaces of brilliant white
    Illuminate the darkness of the night

    Your hand in mine from times of old
    And memories of thoughts untold
    Kept apart by winds and sand
    Til journeys to a foreign land

    To set aside your self at last
    And feel the feelings of the past
    As time grew short, the music played
    The moments passed, the feeling stayed

    So walk with me inside your dreams
    And know our love is what it seems
    Picture scenes from far away
    And know we’ll meet another day

  • Happy The ManJohn Dryden

    Happy the man, and happy he alone,
    He who can call today his own:
    He who, secure within, can say,
    Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
    Be fair or foul or rain or shine
    The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
    Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
    But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

  • Hard To UnderstandAnon

    Up in a quaint old attic,
    As the raindrops patter down,
    I sat paging through an old schoolbook -
    Dusty, tattered, and brown.

    I came to a page that was folded down,
    And across it was written in childish hand:
    The teacher says to leave this for now,
    ‘tis hard to understand.

    I unfolded the page and read.
    Then I nodded my head and said,
    The teacher was right:
    tis hard to understand.

    There are lots of pages in the book of life
    That are hard to understand.
    All we can do is fold them down and write:
    The teacher says to leave this for now,
    ‘tis hard to understand.

    Then someday - maybe only in heaven -
    we will unfold the pages again,
    read them and say,
    the teacher was right, now I understand,

    When it comes to the death of the person
    Whom we are laying to rest today,
    About all we can do is fold down the page and write
    The teacher says to leave this for now,
    tis hard to understand.

  • Heaven’s SideAlan Pemberton

    When the storm inside is raging
    When the night has trapped your fears
    When the nightmare starts unfolding
    When you cannot stem your tears

    I shall see you in your sorrow
    I shall feel your deep despair
    Softly fold my arms around you
    Let you know that I am there

    I have passed the veil of knowledge
    Leaving you with earthly gloom
    Heaven floats and flows between us
    Death is neither end nor doom

    In the sunshine of our memories
    Spun by silver thread so fine
    Lives a picture of our loving
    All is saved which is divine

    Hold our love which is forever
    Call me and I’m by your side
    Trust the voice you hear within you
    Sending love from heaven’s side

  • Her Old Bones CreakedJamie Samms

    Her old bones creaked
    And her pace was slow,
    But her smile was blindingly bright.

    Her mind was sharp
    And her voice was kind,
    Her manner was a true delight.

    The world had changed
    In the winters she’d known
    But she bore their weight with pride.

    She shared her wisdom
    And passed the goodness on,
    Using her love of life as her guide.

    She did not bow to time, using life as her stage,
    She sought each morning’s joy
    And she was never defeated by age.

  • High FlightJohn Gillespie McGee

    Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
    Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
    Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air;
    Up, up the long delirious burning blue
    I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
    Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
    And while, with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
    The high, un-trespassed sanctity of space
    Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

  • His Journey’s Just BegunEllen Brenneman

    Don’t think of him as gone away
    his journey’s just begun,
    life holds so many facets
    this earth is only one.

    Just think of him as resting
    from the sorrows and the tears
    in a place of warmth and comfort
    where there are no days and years.

    Think how he must be wishing
    that we could know today
    how nothing but our sadness
    can really pass away.

    And think of him as living
    in the hearts of those he touched...
    for nothing loved is ever lost
    and he was loved so much.

  • Holy InnocentsChristina Rossetti

    Sleep, little baby, sleep;
    The holy Angels love thee,
    And guard thy bed, and keep
    A blessed watch above thee.
    No spirit can come near
    Nor evil beast to harm thee:
    Sleep, sweet, devoid of fear
    Where nothing need alarm thee.

    The love which doth not sleep,
    The eternal Arms around thee:
    The shepherd of the sheep
    In perfect love hath found thee.
    Sleep through the holy night,
    Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,
    Until thou wake to light
    And love and warmth to-morrow.

  • How Did You Die?Edmund Vance Cooke

    Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
    With a resolute heart and cheerful?
    Or hide your face from the light of day
    With a craven soul and fearful?
    Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
    Or a trouble is what you make it,
    And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
    But only how did you take it?
    You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
    Come up with a smiling face.
    It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
    But to lie there -- that’s disgrace.
    The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
    Be proud of your blackened eye!
    It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts,
    It’s how did you fight -- and why?
    And though you be done to the death, what then?
    If you battled the best you could,
    If you played your part in the world of men,
    Why, the Critic will call it good.
    Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
    And whether he’s slow or spry,
    It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
    But only how did you die?

  • How I Shall Miss YouAlan Pemberton

    How I shall miss you
    Now that you’ve gone
    The nights will be lonely
    The days will be long

    My love and my thoughts
    Will be with you each day
    My spirit beside you
    In heavens long day

    Hold close to your soul
    What I have in my heart
    A love that’s forever
    Although we’re apart

  • I Am Standing On The Sea ShoreHenry Van Dyke

    I am standing on the seashore.
    A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
    and starts for the blue ocean.
    She is an object of beauty and strength.
    I stand and watch her until at length
    she hangs like a speck of white cloud
    just where the sea and sky mingle with each other.
    Then someone at my side says “There, she is gone.”
    Gone where?
    Gone from my sight. That is all.
    She is just as large in mast and hull
    and spar as when she left my side
    and she is just as able to bear her load of
    living freight to her destined port.
    Her diminshed size is in me, not in her.
    And just at that moment when someone says
    “There, she is gone” there are other eyes watching her coming,
    and other voices ready to take up the glad shout -
    “Here she comes!”
    And that is dying.

  • I Am ThereIris Hesselden

    Look for me when the tide is high
    And the gulls are wheeling overhead
    When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
    And one by one the leaves are shed
    Look for me when the trees are bare
    And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
    When the morning mist hangs on the air
    And shorter darker days pass by.

    I am there, where the river flows
    And salmon leap to a silver moon
    Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
    And sunlight warms the afternoon
    I am there in the busy street
    I take you hand in the city square
    In the market place where the people meet
    In your quiet room - I am there

    I am the love you cannot see
    And all I ask is - look for me

  • I Buried My Daughter TodayAndrea Hill

    I buried my daughter today
    My soul burns red with pain
    > No longer will I touch her face Or caress her skin again

    I buried my daughter today
    God, what have I done wrong
    To have her stolen from my arms
    When my faith in you was strong

    I buried my daughter today
    Thank God I have another
    I couldn’t walk this path alone
    Every breath is a struggle

    I buried my daughter today
    She was just a bit past three
    Searing, ripping, tearing ache
    My emotions overcome me

    My other now a mother this eve
    To God above, how I pray
    These words by her not repeated
    I buried my daughter today

  • I Cannot Think Of Them As DeadFrederick L. Hosmer

    I cannot think of them as dead,
    Who walk with me no more;
    Along the path of life I tread
    They have but gone before.

    The Father’s House is mansioned fair,
    Beyond my vision dim;
    All souls are His, and here or there
    Are living unto Him.

    And still their silent ministry
    Within my heart hath place,
    As when on earth they walked with me,
    And met me face to face.

    Their lives are made forever mine;
    What they to have been
    Hath left henceforth its seal and sign
    Engraven deep within.

    Mine are they by an ownership
    Nor time nor death can free;
    For god hath given to love to keep
    Its own eternally.

  • I Do Not Think My Song Will EndJohnny Hathcock

    I do not think my song will end
    While flowers, grass and trees
    Abound with birds and butterflies
    For I am one with these.

    And I believe my voice will sound
    Upon the whispering wind
    So long as even one remains
    Among those I call "friend."

    I shall remain in hearts and minds
    Of loved ones that I knew,
    And in the rocks and hills and streams
    Because I love those, too.

    So long as love and hope and dreams
    Abide in earth and sky,
    Weep not for me, though I be gone.
    I shall not really die.

  • I Don’t Believe In DeathPauline Webb

    I don’t believe in death
    Who comes in silent stealth
    He robs us only of a breath
    Not of a lifetime’s wealth
    I don’t believe the tomb
    Imprisons us in earth
    It’s but another loving womb
    Preparing our new birth
    I do believe in life
    Empowered from above
    Till freed from stress and worldly strife
    We soar through realms above
    I do believe that then
    In joy that never ends
    We’ll meet all those we’ve loved, again
    And celebrate our friends.

  • I Feel As Though My Heart Must Stop With PainNicholas Gordon

    I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.
    I miss you so, the darkness will not pale.
    My darling child, come to me again.
    I know you cannot come, and still I strain
    To put my arms around you through the veil.

    I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.
    Other lives and loves call me in vain.
    I try to turn away from you and fail.
    My darling child, come to me again.

    You are my unendurable refrain.
    Back and back I hurry to impale
    My heart on you, to stop my heart with pain.
    Yet nothing that I do undoes the plain
    Brutal fact which always must prevail.

    Ah, my darling, come to me again!
    You are both my sunshine and my rain,
    My dearest joy, my anguish, and my grail.
    I feel as though my heart must stop with pain.
    My darling child, come to me again.

  • I Have A Place In HeavenAnon

    Please don’t sing sad songs for me,
    Forget your grief and fears,
    For I am in a perfect place
    Away from pain and tears

    It’s far away from hunger
    And hurt and want and pride,
    I have a place in Heaven
    With the Master at my side.

    My life on earth was very good,
    As earthly life can go,
    But Paradise is so much more
    Than anyone can know.

    My heart is filled with happiness
    And sweet rejoicing, too.
    To walk with God is perfect peace,
    A joy forever new.

  • I Have A Rendezvous With DeathAlan Seeger

    I have a rendezvous with Death
    At some disputed barricade
    When Spring comes round with rustling shade
    And apple blossoms fill the air.
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

    It may be he shall take my hand
    And lead me into his dark land
    And close my eyes and quench my breath;
    It may be I shall pass him still.
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    On some scarred slope of battered hill,
    When Spring comes round again this year
    And the first meadow flowers appear.

    God knows ‘it were better to be deep
    Pillowed in silk and scented down,
    Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
    Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
    Where hushed awakenings are dear .
    . . But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
    At midnight in some flaming town,
    When Spring trips north again this year,
    And I to my pledged word am true,
    I shall not fail that rendezvous.

  • I Heard Your Voice In The Wind TodayAnon

    I heard your voice in the wind today
    and I turned to see your face;
    The warmth of the wind caressed me
    as I stood silently in place.

    I felt your touch in the sun today
    as its warmth filled the sky;
    I closed my eyes for your embrace
    and my spirit soared high.

    I saw your eyes in the window pane
    as I watched the falling rain;
    It seemed as each raindrop fell
    it quietly said your name.

    I held you close in my heart today
    it made me feel complete;
    You may have died...but you are not gone
    you will always be a part of me.

    As long as the sun shines...
    the wind blows...
    the rain falls...
    You will live on inside of me forever
    for that is all my heart knows.

  • I Know My LoveAnon

    I know, my love,
    The time has come
    To finally let you go.
    I know you're gone,
    I must move on
    To walk this lonely road.
    And yet it seems
    You're still with me
    Each movement that I make -
    A guiding light,
    Still burning bright
    With each step that I take.

    I can't forget,
    I won't regret
    The moments that we shared.
    Your gentle face,
    The loving ways
    That showed how much you cared.
    Right from the start,
    You touched my heart,
    You opened up my eyes.
    You helped me see
    What I could be,
    That I could reach the skies.

    Now I still find
    You're on my mind,
    Though you're so far away.
    I know it's wrong,
    I can't hold on,
    It's time to find my way -
    Without your love
    To lift me up,
    Sometimes it's hard to face.
    But in my dreams
    You're still with me,
    A part I can't erase.

    With each new day,
    It doesn't fade,
    It's lonely with you gone.
    Keep haunting me,
    And yet I must move on.
    Perhaps in time
    Someday I'll find
    It doesn't hurt so much.
    But I know now
    Without a doubt,
    I won't forget your love.

  • I Measure Every Grief I MeetEmily Dickinson

    I measure every grief I meet
    With analytic eyes;
    I wonder if it weighs like mine,
    Or has an easier size.

    I wonder if they bore it long,
    Or did it just begin?
    I could not tell the date of mine,
    It feels so old a pain.

    I wonder if it hurts to live,
    And if they have to try,
    And whether, could they choose between,
    They would not rather die.

    I wonder if when years have piled--
    Some thousands--on the cause
    Of early hurt, if such a lapse
    Could give them any pause;

    Or would they go on aching still
    Through centuries above,
    Enlightened to a larger pain
    By contrast with the love.

    The grieved are many, I am told;
    The reason deeper lies,--
    Death is but one and comes but once
    And only nails the eyes.

    There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--
    A sort they call 'despair,'
    There's banishment from native eyes,
    In sight of native air.

    And though I may not guess the kind
    Correctly yet to me
    A piercing comfort it affords
    In passing Calvary,

    To note the fashions of the cross
    Of those that stand alone
    Still fascinated to presume
    That some are like my own.

  • I Miss Your LaughterNicholas Gordon

    I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
    I miss the things I used to do for you.
    I miss the time, now filled with emptiness,
    When each day was a stage for something new.
    I miss your love, though mine for you remains,
    A passion with no outlet to the sea,
    A teardrop in a desert, that contains
    What's left of my maternal ecstasy.
    I miss your presence, like a silent chord
    That anchored even solitude in grace.
    I miss, for my love's labor, the reward
    Of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
    All these I miss, and yet they are all here
    Within my heart, far more than I can bear.

  • I Must Down To The Seas AgainJohn Masefield

    I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
    I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
    I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

  • I'd Rather See You SmilingAlan Pemberton

    You must not think that I have gone
    Please don't grieve or pine
    I'd rather see you smiling
    Laughing - working - looking fine

    Death is an exciting key
    Which opens many doors
    It leads us into other worlds
    Quite similar to yours

    Life is not an accident
    Death is not the end
    God designed a mystery
    Life and death do blend

    So do not think that I have gone
    Please don't brood or pine
    I'd rather see you smiling
    Laughing - working - looking fine

  • If Death Is KindSara Teasdale

    Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
    We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
    And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
    Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

    We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
    And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
    Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
    We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

  • If I Should GoJoyce Grenfell

    If I should go before the rest of you
    Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
    Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice
    But be the usual selves that I have known
    Weep if you must
    Parting is hell
    But life goes on
    So sing as well.

  • If I Should Go TomorrowAnon

    If I should go tomorrow
    It would never be goodbye,
    For I have left my heart with you,
    So don't you ever cry.
    The love that's deep within me,
    Shall reach you from the stars,
    You'll feel it from the heavens,
    And it will heal the scars.

  • If I Should Never See The Moon AgainMajor Malcolm Boyd,

    If I should never see the moon again
    Rising red gold across the harvest field
    Or feel the stinging soft rain
    As the brown earth her treasures yield.
    If I should never taste the salt sea spray
    As the ship beats her course across the breeze.
    Or smell the dog-rose and new-mown hay,
    or moss or primroses beneath the tree.
    If I should never hear the thrushes wake
    Long before the sunrise in the glimmering dawn. Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break
    Against the rugged cliffs in baffling scorn.
    If I have to say good bye to stream and wood,
    To wide ocean and the green clad hill,
    I know that he, who made this world so good
    Has somewhere made a heaven better still.
    This bears witness with my latest breath
    Knowing the love of God,
    I fear no death.

  • If Roses Grow In HeavenAnon

    If roses grow in heaven,
    Lord pleae pick a bunch for me,
    Place them in my Mother’s arms
    and tell her they’re from me.Tell her I love her and miss her,
    and when she turns to smile,
    place a kiss upon her cheek
    and hold her for awhile.Because remembering her is easy,
    I do it every day,
    but there’s an ache within my heart
    that will never go away.

  • If Tomorrow Starts Without MeDavid Romano

    If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not here to see,
    If the sun should rise you find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
    I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,
    While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.
    I know how much you love me, as much as I love you
    And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too.
    But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand,
    That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.
    He said my place was ready, in heaven far above
    And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
    But as I turned and walked away a tear fell from my eye.
    For all my life I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
    I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do.
    It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
    I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad.
    I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
    If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
    I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
    But then I fully realized that this could never be,
    For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
    When I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
    I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
    When I walked through heavens gates I felt so much at home.
    God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne
    He said, “This is eternity and all I’ve promised you”
    Today your life on earth has passed but here life starts anew.
    I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last
    And since each day is the same there’s no longing for the past.
    You have been so faithful so trusting and so true.
    Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.
    You have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.
    So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me?
    So when tomorrow starts with out me don’t think we’re far apart,
    For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.

  • If We Must DieClaude McKay

    If we must die, let it not be like hogs
    Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
    While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
    Making their mock at our accursed lot.
    If we must die, O let us nobly die,
    So that our precious blood may not be shed
    In vain; then even the monsters we defy
    Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
    O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
    Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
    And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
    What though before us lies the open grave?
    Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
    Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

  • In Flanders FieldsLieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.
    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.

  • In Memoriam A.H.H.aAlfred, Lord Tennyson

    This truth came borne with bier and pall,
    I felt it when I sorrowed most.
    Tis better to have loved and lost
    Than never to have loved at all

    But I remained, whose hopes were dim,
    Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth,
    To wander on a darkened earth,
    Where all things round me breathed of him.

    Whatever ways my days decline,
    I felt and feel, though left alone,
    His being working in mine own,
    The footsteps of his life in mine;

    And so my passion hath not swerved
    To works of weakness, but I find
    An image comforting the mind,
    And in my grief a strength reserved.

  • In MemoryJoyce Kilmer

    Serene and beautiful and very wise,
    Most erudite in curious Grecian lore,
    You lay and read your learned books, and bore
    A weight of unshed tears and silent sighs.
    The song within your heart could never rise
    Until love bade it spread its wings and soar.
    Nor could you look on Beauty’s face before
    A poet’s burning mouth had touched your eyes.

    Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
    Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
    It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;
    It is a linnet’s fluting after rain.
    Love’s voice is through your song;
    above and under
    And in each note to echo and remain

    A red rose is His Sacred Heart,
    a white rose is His face,
    And His breath has turned the barren
    world to a rich and flowery place.
    He is the Rose of Sharon,
    His gardener am I,
    And I shall drink His fragrance
    in Heaven when I die.

  • In My MindJenn Farrell

    Somewhere in my dreams tonight
    I’ll see you standing there
    You look at me with a smile
    “Life isn’t always fair”

    You say you were chosen for his garden
    His preciously hand picked bouquet
    “God really needed me,
    That’s why I couldn’t stay”

    It’s said to be that angels
    Are sent from above
    I’ve always had my angel
    My brother - whose heart was filled with love

    Wherever the ocean meets the sky
    There will be memories of you and I
    When I look up at that sky so blue
    All I see are visions of you

    “While there’s a heart in me, you’ll be a part of me.”

  • In Peace Go HomeAlan Pemberton

    Through veils of peace may you ascend
    To promised planes above
    Where comfort shall await you
    In those summerlands of love

    Although my grief is deep and raw
    Although my pain is great
    I know that you are still with me
    I know that you will wait

    For in God’s time we’ll meet again
    Of this I am quite sure
    I loved you so much on this earth
    In absence even more

  • Indian Prayer Traditional

    When I am dead
    Cry for me a little
    Think of me sometimes
    But not too much.
    Think of me now and again
    As I was in life
    At some moments it's pleasant to recall
    But not for long.
    Leave me in peace
    And I shall leave you in peace
    And while you live
    Let your thoughts be with the living.

  • Inside Our DreamsJeanne Willis

    Where do people go to when they die?
    Somewhere down below of in the sky?
    “I can’t be sure,” Said Grandad, but it seems
    They simply set up home inside our dreams.”

  • Invictus - UnconqueredW.E. Henley

    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.

  • I’m FreeAnon

    Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free,
    I’m following the path God laid for me.
    I took his hand when I heard his call,
    I turned my back and left it all.

    I could not stay another day,
    To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
    Tasks left undone must stay that way,
    I’ve found that peace at the close of the day.

    If my parting has left a void,
    Then fill it with remembered joy.
    A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
    Ah yes, these things I too will miss.

    Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
    I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
    My Life’s been full, I savoured much,
    Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch,

    Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
    Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
    Lift up your heart and share with me,
    God wanted me now, He set me free.

  • I’m Here For A Short Visit OnlyNoel Coward

    I’m here for a short visit only,
    And I’d rather be loved than hated.
    Eternity may be lonely
    When my body’s disintegrated;
    And that which is loosely termed my soul
    Goes whizzing off through the infinite
    By means of some vague remote control.
    I’d like to think I was missed a bit.

  • I’m There Inside Your HeartAnon

    Right now I’m in a different place
    And though we seem apart
    I’m closer than I ever was
    I’m there inside your heart.

    I’m with you when you greet each day
    And while the sun shines bright
    I’m there to share the sunsets, too
    ... I’m with you every night.

    I’m with you when the times are good
    To share a laugh or two,
    And if a tear should start to fall
    ... I’ll still be there for you.

    And when that day arrives
    That we no longer are apart,
    I’ll smile and hold you close to me
    ... Forever in my heart.

  • Last CurtainRabindranath Tagore

    I know that the day will come
    when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
    and life will take its leave in silence,
    drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

    Yet stars will watch at night,
    and morning rise as before,
    and hours heave like sea waves
    casting up pleasures and pains.

    When I think of this end of my moments,
    the barrier of the moments breaks
    and I see by the light of death
    thy world with its careless treasures.
    Rare is its lowliest seat,
    rare is its meanest of lives.

    Things that I longed for in vain
    and things that I got
    ---let them pass.
    Let me but truly possess
    the things that I ever spurned
    and overlooked.

  • Legacy Of LoveAnon

    A wife, a mother, a grandma too,
    This is the legacy we have from you.
    You taught us love and how to fight,
    You gave us strength, you gave us might.
    A stronger person would be hard to find,
    And in your heart, you were always kind.
    You fought for us all in one way or another,
    Not just as a wife not just as a mother.
    For all of us you gave your best,
    Now the time has come for you to rest.
    So go in peace, you’ve earned your sleep,
    Your love in our hearts, we’ll eternally keep.

  • Lessons Mother Taught UsJ.D. Deutschendorf

    She planted dill for swallow-tails
    and milkweed where monarchs would lay
    their caterpillar offspring round
    the grass green meadows of May.

    The migrants returned then as always;
    how quickly her crops were consumed!
    but countless chrysalides dotted the dell
    tucked inside their golden cocoons.

    Then early one morning she beckoned
    us watch the mystery unfold;
    the metamorphosis almost complete
    translucent shells gave up their gold.

    Wet wings greeted the rising sun
    and the warmth of a soft summer breeze,
    soon butterflies coloured meadow and wood
    floating gracefully throughout the trees.

    She told us of unseen transcendings
    as we watched the born-agains soar;
    so certain were we then of heaven
    as if we had been there before.

  • Let Me GoAnon

    We’ve known lots of pleasure,
    At times endured pain,
    We’ve lived in the sunshine
    And walked in the rain.

    But now we’re separated
    And for a time apart,
    But I am not alone-
    You’re forever in my heart.

    Death always seems so sudden,
    And it is always sure,
    But what is oft’ forgotten-
    It is not without a cure.

    I’m walking now with someone,
    And I know He’ll always stay,
    I know He’s walking with you too,
    Giving comfort everyday.

    There may be times you miss me,
    I sort of hope you do,
    But smile when you think of me,
    For I’ll be waiting for you.

    Now there’s many things for you to do,
    And lots of ways to grow,
    So get busy, be happy,and live your life,
    Miss me, but let me go.

  • LifeBlessed Teresa of Calcutta (Mother Teresa)

    Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
    Life is beauty, admire it.
    Life is bliss, taste it.
    Life is a dream, realize it.
    Life is a challenge, meet it.
    Life is a duty, complete it.
    Life is a game, play it.
    Life is costly, care for it.
    Life is wealth, keep it.
    Life is love, enjoy it.
    Life is mystery, know it.
    Life is a promise, fulfill it.
    Life is sorrow, overcome it.
    Life is a song, sing it.
    Life is a struggle, accept it.
    Life is tragedy, confront it.
    Life is an adventure, dare it.
    Life is luck, make it.
    Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
    Life is life, fight for it.

  • Little AngelsAnon

    When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
    We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
    For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
    Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild
    Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
    So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.

    God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
    To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
    Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
    The saddest word mankind knows will always be “Goodbye.”
    So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
    Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.

  • Little Boy BlueEugene Field

    The little toy dog is covered with dust,
    But sturdy and stanch he stands;
    And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
    And his musket moulds in his hands.
    Time was when the little toy dog was new,
    And the soldier was passing fair;
    And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
    Kissed them and put them there.
    “Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
    “And don’t you make any noise!”
    So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
    He dreamt of the pretty toys;
    And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
    Awakened our Little Boy Blue---
    Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
    But the little toy friends are true!
    Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
    Each in the same old place---
    Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
    The smile of a little face;
    And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
    In the dust of that little chair,
    What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
    Since he kissed them and put them there.

  • Little SnowdropAnon

    The world may never notice
    If a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,
    Or even pause to wonder
    If the petals fall too soon.

    But every life that ever forms,
    Or ever comes to be,
    Touches the world in some small way
    For all eternity.

    The little one we longed for
    Was swiftly here and gone.
    But the love that was then planted
    Is a light that still shines on.

    And though our arms are empty,
    Our hearts know what to do.
    For every beating of our hearts
    Says that we love you.

  • Make My Death A Canticle For Peace Nicholas Gordon

    Make my death a canticle for peace.
    Evil has no greater friend than anger,
    Making ready converts to its cause.
    On me think but of beauty as you pause,
    Remembering the service of a stranger
    In giving life to purchase your release.
    Armies live according to their art.
    Love of life at times requires death,
    Defending what would else find hungry jaws.
    As you enjoy the gift of every breath,
    Yet mourn for me with morning in your heart.

  • May I Go Now?Anon

    May I go now, don’t you think the time is right?
    May I say good-bye to pain-filled days and endless lonely nights?
    I’ve lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be,
    So can I take that step beyond and set my spirit free?

    I didn’t want to go at first, I fought with all my might,
    But something seems to draw me now, to a warm and loving light.
    I want to go! I really do! It’s difficult to stay,
    But I will try as best I can to live just one more day,

    To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
    I know you’re sad and are afraid because I see your tears,
    I’ll not be far, I promise that, and hope you’ll always know,
    That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.

    Thank you so for loving me. You know I loved you too.
    That’s why it’s hard to say good-bye and end this life with you.
    So hold me now, just one more time, and let me hear you say,
    Because you care so much for me, you’ll let me go today.

  • Memorial DayJoyce Kilmer

    The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
    But not of war it sings to-day.
    The road is rhythmic with the feet
    Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

    The roses blossom white and red
    On tombs where weary soldiers lie;
    Flags wave above the honored dead
    And martial music cleaves the sky.

    Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel,
    They kept the faith and fought the fight.
    Through flying lead and crimson steel
    They plunged for Freedom and the Right.

    May we, their grateful children, learn
    Their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
    Who went through fire and death to earn
    At last the accolade of God.

    In shining rank on rank arrayed
    They march, the legions of the Lord;
    He is their Captain unafraid,
    The Prince of Peace . . .
    Who brought a sword.

  • Memorial For A FriendM.V. Briones

    My lips aren’t formed to say good-bye
    Or to break the silence
    With a sigh
    For there is much to say though words are gone
    And days, it seemed, have withered
    One by one.

    My heart’s not shaped to pains of parting
    Or to break with each
    Of memory’s calling.
    For there is much, too much to remember
    And there is much, too much
    To last forever.

    My eyes aren’t made to shed a tear
    Or to close itself to reality
    Plain and clear.
    For though there are yet friendships that may seem new
    They won’t be the same
    As I had with you.

  • MemoriesAnon

    I thought of you with love today
    but that is nothing new.
    I thought about you yesterday
    and days before that too.

    I think of you in silence
    I often speak your name
    All I have are memories
    and your picture in a frame.

    Your memory is my keepsake
    with which I’ll never part
    God has you in His keeping
    I have you in my heart.

  • Memories And PeaceGloria Matthew

    Why smile in such sadness?
    It’s because of the memories
    Of laughter shared in the past.
    The humour of life, the fun and the joy,
    The reminiscences certain to last.

    Why relief in such sadness?
    It’s because there is peace
    With no more chance of pain
    No one can hurt, nor take away
    There will never be fear again.

  • Memories In The HeartAnon

    Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you care
    Feel no sorrow in a smile that she’s not here to share
    You cannot grieve forever, she would not want you to
    She’d hope that you can carry on, the way you always do
    So talk about the good times and the ways you showed you cared
    The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared
    Let memories surround you.
    A word someone may say
    Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day
    That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here
    And fills you with the feelings that she is always near
    For if you keep these moments, you will never be apart
    And she will live forever locked safe within your heart.

  • Memories Of YouAlan Pemberton

    I had a drifting mood today
    It stirred a thought or two
    My mind went back to happy days
    To memories of you

    Our lives are like a tapestry
    With two distinctive sides
    The front a perfect picture
    The back our secret hides

    Our memories are built like this
    Some are clear and real
    Others travel in and out
    With no specific feel

    Life’s phases too are tapestries
    With textures of their own
    Some we love and some we hate
    From all of them we’ve grown

    We gather wisdom from our pains
    From torment we grow strong
    Our spirit nurtured by mistakes
    Still fated travels on

    Perhaps one thing which stays the same
    And will forever more
    Is the love we hold for another soul
    The people we adore

    So I had a drifting mood today
    It stirred a thought or two
    My mind went back to happy days
    To memories of you

  • Mere ReflectionM.V. Briones

    Mere reflection this is:
    The fire on the glass.
    While the candle flickers aglow-
    Blow! Until none there was.
    (There once was once,
    Then there was none.)

    But there was smoke, indeed,
    When fire has died and gone.
    Like a feather floating, the mere reflection then,
    Disappeared like there was none.
    (Though never gone,
    No, never gone.)

  • Methought I Saw My Late Espoused SaintJohn Milton

    Methought I saw my late espoused saint
    Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
    Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
    Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint.
    Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint
    Purification in the old Law did save,
    And such, as yet once more I trust to have
    Full sight of her in heaven without restraint,
    Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
    Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight
    Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined
    So clear as in no face with more delight.
    But O, as to embrace me she inclined,
    I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

  • Miss Me But Let Me GoAnon

    When I come to the end of the road
    and the sun has set on me,
    I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
    why cry for a soul set free.
    Miss me a little--but not too long,
    and not with your head bowed low,
    Remember the love that we once shared,
    miss me--but let me go.
    For this is a journey that we all must take,
    and each must go alone.
    It's all a part of the Master's plan,
    a step on the road to home.
    When you are lonely and sick of heart,
    go to the friends we know.
    And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
    miss me--but let me go.

  • MommyLisa Fisher

    As I sat watching by your bed,
    A million thoughts ran through my head.
    Of just how much were you aware?
    Did you know that I was there?

    Could you feel the love I sent,
    In whispered word, Or prayer bent?
    Upon my cross as I asked God,
    To spare your life for my selfish cause?

    So that I could tell you just once more,
    “I love you Mommy! “ as I had before.
    And we could chat like days of old,
    Over coffee cups all rimmed with gold.

    And laugh and joke, or just to share
    some small hurt and perhaps a tear.
    To talk of the past, or things yet to do.
    To sniffle, and sneeze, and say “Bless You!“

    All these dreams now hang in shreds,
    As I sit here with bowed down head.
    And ponder on these sad thoughts.
    Just to wonder, “Was it all for naught?“

  • MusicPercy Bysshe Shelley

    Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory-
    Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken
    Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
    Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
    And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
    Love itself shall slumber on.

  • My Lady Of Surpassing BeautyM.V. Briones

    My lady of surpassing beauty
    Had laid down at my door
    Her head of white and gentle lily
    Lolled limply on my floor

    Lady, lovely white as lily:
    “Oh where has come this phantom guest?”
    To lady, lovely, love and beauty:
    “Your heart is weary, come and rest.”

    Showered rose and purpling daisies
    Were littered on my floor
    Her palms so white with gentle lilies
    Were beckoned into a door

    “I left my love beyond that door,
    Garbed in black and gloomy gray.
    He leaves a flower on my floor
    And stands to wait forever more.”

    I searched through time, eternity
    Through mists and worlds for memories
    To be with you beyond that door
    And love again forevermore.

  • My Love Is Like A Red Red RoseRobert Burns

    My love is like a red red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June:
    My love is like the melody
    That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in love am I:
    And I will love thee still, my dear,
    Till a’ the seas gang dry.

    Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
    And I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only love,
    And fare thee weel a while!
    And I will come again, my love,
    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

  • My Mother Kept A GardenAnon

    My Mother kept a garden.
    A garden of the heart;
    She planted all the good things,
    That gave my life it’s start.

    She turned me to the sunshine,
    And encouraged me to dream:
    Fostering and nurturing
    The seeds of self-esteem.

    And when the winds and rains came,
    She protected me enough;
    But not too much, she knew I’d need
    To stand up strong and tough.

    Her constant good example,
    Always taught me right from wrong;
    Markers for my pathway
    To last my whole life long.

    I am my Mother’s garden,
    I am her legacy.
    And I hope today she feels the love,
    Reflected back from me.

  • Never AloneAnon

    I feel you in the morning
    When at first I awake
    Your thought is with me
    With each decision I make

    You’d been around forever
    Since the first breath I took
    Now I have to go on alone
    But for love, I need not look

    Cause by what you bestowed
    In our short time together
    Will last in my heart
    Forever and ever

    Although you’ve left
    And now walk above
    I’m never alone
    I’m wrapped in your love

  • Next Of KinChristina Rossetti

    The shadows gather round me, while you are in the sun:
    My day is almost ended, but yours is just begun:
    The winds are singing to us both and the streams are singing still,
    And they fill your heart with music, but mine they cannot fill.

    Your home is built in sunlight, mine in another day:
    Your home is close at hand, sweet friend, but mine is far away:
    Your bark is in the haven where you fain would be:
    I must launch out into the deep, across the unknown sea.

    You, white as dove or lily or spirit of the light:
    I, stained and cold and glad to hide in the cold dark night:
    You, joy to many a loving heart and light to many eyes:
    I, lonely in the knowledge earth is full of vanities.

    Yet when your day is over, as mine is nearly done,
    And when your race is finished, as mine is almost run,
    You, like me, shall cross your hands and bow your graceful head:
    Yea, we twain shall sleep together in an equal bed.

  • No Coward Soul Is MineEmily Bronte

    No coward soul is mine,
    No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
    I see Heaven’s glories shine,
    And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.

    O God within my breast,
    Almighty, ever-present Deity!
    Life - that in me hast rest,
    As I - Undying Life- have power in Thee!

    Vain are the thousand creeds
    That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain;
    Worthless as withered weeds
    Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

    To waken doubt in one
    Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
    So surely anchored on
    The steadfast rock of immortality.

    With wide-embracing love
    Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
    Pervades and broods above,
    Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

    Though Earth and moon were gone,
    And suns and universes ceased to be,
    And Thou wert left alone,
    Every Existence would exist in Thee.

    There is not room for Death,
    Nor atom that his might could render void:
    Thou - Thou art Being and Breath,
    And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

  • No Funeral GloomEllen Terry

    No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
    Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
    Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
    Yours still, you mine,
    Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
    And so to where I wait come gently on.

  • Not Death But LoveElizabeth Browning

    I thought once how Theocritus had sung
    Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
    Who each one in a gracious hand appears
    To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
    And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
    I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
    The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
    Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
    A shadow across me. Straightway I was ‘ware,
    So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
    Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
    And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
    “Guess now who holds thee!”--”Death,” I said, But, there,
    The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”

  • Not How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?Anon

    Not how did he die, but how did he live?
    Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
    These are the units to measure the worth
    of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

    Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
    But had he befriended those really in need?
    Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
    to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

    Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
    but how many were sorry when he passed away

  • O Captain! My Captain!Walt Whitman

    O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
    The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
    But O heart! heart! heart!
    O the bleeding drops of red!
    Where on the deck my captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead

    O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills,
    For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding,
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
    Here, Captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head!
    It is some dream that on the deck
    You've fallen cold and dead.

    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
    The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
    From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
    Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
    But I, with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

  • Ode To My BrotherCatullus

    By ways remote and distant waters sped,
    Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,
    That I may give the last gifts to the dead
    And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb;
    Since she who now bestows and now denies
    Hath taken thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes,

    But lo! These gifts, the heirlooms of past years,
    Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell,
    Take them, all drenched with a brother’s tears,
    And brother, for all time, hail and farewell.

  • On The Death Of A ChildD.J. Enright

    The greatest griefs shall find themselves inside the smallest cage.
    It’s only then that we can hope to tame their rage,

    The monsters we must live with.
    For it will not do
    To hiss humanity because one human threw
    Us out of heart and home. Or part

    At odds with life because one baby failed to live.
    Indeed, as little as its subject, is the wreath we give -

    The big words fail to fit.
    Like giant boxes
    Round small bodies.
    Taking up improper room,
    Where so much withering is, and so much bloom

  • On The Death Of Robert BrowningAlgernon Charles Swinburne

    He held no dream worth waking; so he said,
    He who stands now on death's triumphal steep,
    Awakened out of life wherein we sleep
    And dream of what he knows and sees, being dead.
    But never death for him was dark or dread;
    "Look forth," he bade the soul, and fear not. Weep,
    All ye that trust not in his truth, and keep
    Vain memory's vision of a vanished head
    As all that lives of all that once was he
    Save that which lightens from his word; but we,
    Who, seeing the sunset-colored waters roll,
    Yet know the sun subdued not of the sea,
    Nor weep nor doubt that still the spirit is whole,
    And life and death but shadows of the soul.

  • On The Eve Of His ExecutionChidiock Tichborne

    My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
    My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
    My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
    And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
    The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.

    My tale is heard and yet it was not told,
    My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green,
    My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
    I saw the world and yet I was not seen;
    My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.

    I sought my death and found it in my womb,
    I looked for life and found it was a shade,
    I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
    And now I die, and now I was but made;
    My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
    And now I live, and now my life is done.

  • One At RestAnon

    Think of me as one at rest,
    for me you should not weep
    I have no pain no troubled thoughts
    for I am just asleep
    The living thinking me that was,
    is now forever still
    And life goes on without me now,
    as time forever will.

    If your heart is heavy now
    because I’ve gone away
    Dwell not long upon it friend
    For none of us can stay
    Those of you who liked me,
    I sincerely thank you all
    And those of you who loved me,
    I thank you most of all.

    And in my fleeting lifespan,
    as time went rushing by
    I found some time to hesitate,
    to laugh, to love, to cry
    Matters it now if time began
    If time will ever cease?
    I was here, I used it all,
    and now I am at peace.

  • Only One MotherAnon

    You can only have one mother
    Patient kind and true,
    No other friend in all the world
    Will be so true to you.

    For all her loving kindness
    She asks nothing in return,
    If all the world deserts you
    To your mother you can turn.

    You can only have one mother
    Please take her to your heart,
    You cannot tell how soon the day
    When you and she must part.

    Let her know you love her
    Cheer and comfort her each day,
    For you’ll never have another
    When she has passed away.

  • Only One MotherAnon

    You can only have one mother,
    Patient kind and true;
    No other friend in all the world,
    Will be the same to you.

    When other friends forsake you,
    To your mother you will turn,
    For all her loving kindness
    She asks nothing in return,

    As we look upon her picture,
    Sweet memories we recall,
    Of a face so full of sunshine,
    And a smile for one and all,

    Sweet Jesus, take this message,
    To our dear mother up above;
    Tell her how we miss her,
    And give her all our love.

  • Open Sea Lanxin Curto

    When my doing is over
    Find me on the open sea...
    Letting my being expand

    Letting my mind sleep...
    I'll be in every drop of water
    feeding off the sun...

  • Our Father Kept A GardenAnon

    Our Father kept a garden.
    A garden of the heart;
    He planted all the good things,
    That gave our lives their start.

    He turned us to the sunshine,
    And encouraged us to dream:
    Fostering and nurturing
    The seeds of self-esteem.

    And when the winds and rain came,
    He protected us enough;
    But not too much because he knew
    We would stand up strong and tough.

    His constant good example,
    Always taught us right from wrong;
    Markers for our pathway that will last
    a lifetime long.

    We are our Fathers garden,
    We are his legacy.
    Thank you Dad we love you.

  • P'u - Hua Fei HuaPo Chu - I

    A flower and not a flower; of mist and yet not of mist;
    At midnight she was there; she went as daylight shone.
    She came and for a little while was like a dream of spring,
    And then, as morning clouds that vanish traceless,
    she was gone

  • Parta QuiesA.E. Housman

    Good-night; ensured release,
    imperishable peace,
    have these for yours,
    while sea abides, and land,
    and heaven endures.
    When earths foundations flee,
    nor sky nor land nor sea
    at all is found.
    Content you, let them burn:
    It is not your concern;
    Sleep on, sleep sound.

  • PartingEmily Dickinson

    My life closed twice before its close;
    It yet remains to see
    If Immortality unveil
    A third event to me,
    So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
    As these that twice befell.
    Parting is all we know of heaven,
    And all we need of hell.

  • PathwaysHelen Steiner Rice

    Memory builds a little pathway
    That goes winding through my heart.
    It’s a lovely, quiet, gentle trail
    From other things apart;

    I only meet when traveling there
    The folks I like the best
    For this road I call remembrance
    Is hidden from the rest;

    But I hope I’ll always find you
    In my memory rendezvous
    For I keep this little secret place
    To meet with folks like you.

  • PerhapsVera Brittain

    Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
    And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
    And feel once more I do not live in vain,
    Although bereft of you.

    Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
    Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
    And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
    Though you have passed away.

    Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
    And crimson roses once again be fair,
    And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
    Although you are not there.

    But though kind time may many joys renew,
    There is one greatest joy I shall not know again,
    because my heart for loss of you
    Was broken, long ago.

  • Poem For DaddyJanice Grogan

    One night I cried to Jesus, as I sat beneath a tree,
    I looked into the open sky and hoped He’d answer me.
    Please light the way and lead me,
    Lord, I need to get back home.

    I told him of my burdens and the sadness in my heart,
    Id never felt so alone or so far apart.
    Why did you take my child, Lord? I cannot understand.
    No longer can I touch his face or hold his precious hand.

    I’m angry, Lord, I’m missing him, I’m drowning in my sorrows.
    Lord, please help me heal my yesterday and face each new tomorrow.
    It was then I heard his voice and felt his presence near.
    How I wanted to hold him as I cried another tear.

    He said: Dad, I’m an angel now, my spirit it is free,
    I’m an angel in Heaven, so please don’t cry for me.
    I was chosen by our Lord above, and now I’m in His care
    When you need me, look inside your heart, I promise to be there.

    No one can ever take away our bond with one another,
    For I will always be your precious child, as you will be my father.
    So if you cannot find your way, or the road to home seems too far.
    Just look up to the heavens, I will be your twinkling star.

    He said: Dad, I’m an angel now, my spirit it is free,
    I’m an angel in Heaven, no need to cry for me.

  • Poem Of LifeAnon

    Life is but a stopping place,
    A pause in what’s to be,
    A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity.
    We all have different journeys,
    Different paths along the way,
    We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay...
    Our destination is a place,
    Far greater than we know.
    For some the journey’s quicker,
    For some the journey’s slow.
    And when the journey finally ends,
    We’ll claim a great reward,
    And find an everlasting peace,
    Together with the lord.

  • ProspiceRobert Browning

    Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat,
    The mist in my face,
    When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
    I am nearing the place,
    The power of the night, the press of the storm,
    The post of the foe;
    Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
    Yet the strong man must go:
    For the journey is done and the summit attained,
    And the barriers fall,
    Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
    The reward of it all,
    I was ever a fighter, so-one fight more,
    The best and the last!
    I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
    And bade me creep past.
    No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
    The heroes of old,
    Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears
    Of pain, darkness and cold.
    For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
    The black minute’s at end,
    And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
    Shall dwindle, shall blend,
    Shall change, shall become first peace out of pain,
    Then a light, then thy breast,
    O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
    And with God be the rest!

  • RememberChristina Rossetti

    Remember me when I am gone away
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
    Remember me when no more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you planned:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.
    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For, if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

  • Remember MeAnon

    Dear I’ll see you one fine day
    Another place, another way
    Hold me close deep in your heart
    And in that way we’ll never part

    Do the things we liked to do
    If not for me than just for you
    Tell the kids I love them so
    And show them all the love we’ve known

    Smile and let your heart be free
    Know you’ll always be with me
    Your love, it let me live again
    And now anew you must begin

    I’ll be there for the things you do
    And always be a part of you
    You’ll see me with each song you sing
    As the twinkle in your wedding ring

  • Remember Me In Your HeartAnon

    To the living, I am gone,
    To the sorrowful, I will never return,
    To the angry, I was cheated,
    But to the happy, I am at peace,
    And to the faithful, I have never left.

    I cannot speak, but I can listen.
    I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
    So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea . . .
    As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity . . . .
    Remember me.

    Remember me in your heart:
    Your thoughts, and your memories,
    Of the times we loved,
    The times we cried,
    The times we fought,
    The times we laughed.
    For if you always think of me,
    I will never have gone.

  • Remembering YouDeanna Edwards

    Remember me whenever you see a sunrise,
    Remember me whenever you see a star,
    Remember me whenever you see a rainbow
    Or woods in autumn colors from afar.

    Remember me whenever you see the roses
    Or seagulls sailing high in a sky of blue.
    Remember me whenever you see waves
    Shining in the sun.
    And remember, I’ll be remembering you!

    Remember me whenever you see a teardrop,
    Or meadows still wet with the morning dew.
    Remember me whenever you feel love
    Growing in your heart.
    And remember, I’ll be remembering you!

  • RemembranceEmily Bronte

    Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee,
    Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
    Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
    Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

    Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
    Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
    Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
    That noble heart for ever, ever more?

    Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
    From those brown hills have melted into spring:
    Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers
    After such years of change and suffering!

    Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,
    While the world's tide is bearing me along:
    Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,
    Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

    No later light has lightened up my heaven;
    No second morn has ever shone for me:
    All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
    All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

    But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
    And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
    Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
    Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;

    Then did I check the tears of useless passion,
    Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
    Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
    Down to that tomb already more than mine.

    And even yet I dare not let it languish,
    Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;
    Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
    How could I seek the empty world again?

  • RequiemRobert Louis Stevenson

    Under the wide and starry sky,
    Dig the grave and let me lie.
    Glad did I live and gladly die,
    And I laid me down with a will.

    This be the verse you grave for me:
    Here he lies where he longed to be;
    Home is the sailor, home from the sea
    And the hunter home from the hill.

  • Roads Go Ever Ever OnJ.R.R. Tolkien

    Roads go ever ever on
    Over rock and under tree,
    By caves where never sun has shone,
    By streams that never find the sea.
    Over snow by winter sown,
    And through the merry flowers of June,
    Over grass and over stone,
    And under mountains in the moon.

    Roads go ever ever on
    Under clouds and under stars,
    Yet feet that wandering have gone
    Turn at last to home afar.
    Eyes that fire and sword have seen
    And horror in the halls of stone,
    Look at last on meadows green,
    And trees and hills they have long known.

  • Safely HomeAnon

    I am home in heaven, dear ones;
    Oh so happy and so bright!
    There is perfect joy and beauty
    In this everlasting light.

    All the pain and grief is over,
    Every restless tossing passed;
    I am now at peace forever,
    Safely home in heaven at last.

    Did you wonder how I so calmly
    Trod the valley of the shade?
    Oh, but Jesus’ love illumined
    Every dark and fearful glade.

    And he came himself to meet me
    In that way so hard to tread;
    And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
    Could I have one doubt or dread?

    Then you must not grieve so sorely,
    For I love you dearly still;
    Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,
    Pray to trust our Father’s will.

    There is work still waiting for you,
    So you must not idly stand;
    Do it now, while life remains,
    You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

    When that work is all completed,
    He will gently call you home;
    Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
    Oh, the joy to see you come!

  • Say Not The Struggle Nought AvailethArthur Hugh Clough

    Say not the struggle nought availeth,
    The labor and the wounds are vain,
    The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
    And as things have been, things remain.

    If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
    It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
    Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
    And, but for you possess the field.

    For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
    Seem here no painful inch to gain
    Far back through creeks and inlets making
    Came, silent, flooding in, the main,

    And not by eastern windows only,
    When daylight comes, comes in the light,
    In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
    But westward, look, the land is bright.

  • Should You Go FirstA.K. Rowswell

    Should you go first and I remain
    To walk the road alone,
    I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear,
    With happy days we’ve known.
    In Spring I’ll wait for roses red,
    When fades the lilac blue,
    In early Fall, when brown leaves call
    I’ll catch a gimpse of you.

    Should you go first and I remain
    For battles to be fought,
    Each thing you’ve touched along the way
    Will be a hallowed spot.
    I’ll hear your voice, I’ll see your smile,
    Though blindly I may grope,
    The memory of your helping hand
    Will buoy me on with hope.

    Should you go first and I remain
    To finish with the scroll,
    No lenght’ning shadows shall creep in
    To make this life seem droll,
    We’ve known so much of happiness,
    We’ve had our cup of joy,
    And memory is one gift of God
    That death cannot destroy.

    Should you go first and I remain,
    One thing I’d have you do:
    Walk slowly down that long, long path,
    For soon I’ll follow you.
    I’ll want to know each step you take
    That I may walk the same,
    For some day down that long, long road
    You’ll hear me call your name.

  • Silent ChildKelly Lancor

    My silent child
    our precious baby,
    Close to my heart
    I’ll keep you with me.
    An important job
    God has for you,
    There is love to give,
    and work to do.

    He needs an angel
    strong but small,
    To shine light on many
    and give love to all.
    Before you go
    I give you this,
    half my heart
    and one last kiss.

    We’ll miss you dearly
    that we know,
    But by God you were
    So to heaven, you must go

  • Sink Down, Sink DownDion Fortune

    Sink down, sink down, sink deeper and more deep
    Into eternal and primordial sleep.
    Sink down, be still, forget and draw apart,
    Into her inner earth's most secret heart.

    Drink the waters of Persephone,
    The Secret well beside the Sacred Tree,
    Waters of Life and Strength and Inner Light,
    Eternal Joy born from the deeps of night.

    Then rise made strong, with life and hope renewed,
    Reborn from darkness and from solitude,
    Blessed with the Blessings of Persephone,
    The secret strength of Rhea Binah Ge.

  • Smile Upon Your FriendA.E. Housman

    You smile upon your friend to-day,
    To-day his ills are over;
    You hearken to the lover’s say,
    And happy is the lover.

    Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
    But better late than never:
    I shall have lived a little while
    Before I die for ever.

  • Softly As We Leave YouAnon

    Life is so uncertain, this we all may know....
    No one knows the time or day,
    when they’ll have to go.
    Though now our time has come to leave you
    to face this world alone...
    These promises we make you,
    to give you strength to carry on.
    When the sunlight awakens you,
    we’ll be there too.
    When the moon shines on your pillow...
    we’ll be shining on you.
    We’ll be in the cooling breeze,
    as it rustles through the trees..
    we’ll be in the pouring rain,
    as it hits your window pane.
    When darkness dims your vision,
    close your eyes and look above
    we’ll be standing right beside you.
    You will always have our love
    May peace and comfort be upon you..
    hold close our memories
    For in our hearts we know that
    no matter where you go...
    Is where we’ll always be.

  • Someone So Dearly LovedJacqueline Ryan

    Someone so dearly loved
    So popular with his friends
    We should not cry forever,
    For this is not the end.

    His memory lives amongst us,
    Times we both laughed and cried,
    I cannot bare to lose him,
    But one day, we all must die.

    I hear his voice within me,
    and his funny little laugh
    So many things remind me;
    Of times that are now gone past.

    I knew of no-one who hated him,
    He was the apple of every eye
    Any conflicts, we all once had
    are now by the by.

  • Something Beautiful RemainsAnon

    The tide recedes but leaves behind
    bright seashells on the sand.
    The sun goes down, but gentle
    warmth still lingers on the land.
    The music stops, and yet it echoes
    on in sweet refrains.....
    For every joy that passes,
    something beautiful remains.

  • Sonnet - Come SorrowJohn Fletcher

    Come, sorrow, come! bring all thy cries,
    All thy laments, and all thy weeping eyes!
    Burn out, you living monuments of woe!
    Sad sullen griefs, now rise and overflow!
    Virtue is dead;
    Oh, cruel fate!
    All youth is fled;
    All our laments too late.

    Oh, noble youth, to thy ne’er dying name,
    Oh, happy youth, to thy still growing fame,
    To thy long peace on earth, this sacred knell
    Our last loves ring - farewell, farewell, farewell!
    Go happy soul, to thy eternal birth!
    And press his body lightly, gentle earth!

  • Sonnet - How do I Love Thee?Elizabeth Browning

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I love thee to the level of every day’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

  • Sonnet 18 - Shall I Compare Thee...William Shakespeare

    Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer’s lease hath all to short a date:
    Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimm’d:
    And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in is shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

  • Sonnet 30 - Sweet Silent ThoughtWilliam Shakespeare

    When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
    I summon up remembrance of things past,
    I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
    And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
    Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
    For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
    And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
    And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.
    Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
    And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
    The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
    Which I new pay as if not paid before.
    But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
    All losses are restored and sorrows end

  • Sonnet 55 - Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsWilliam Shakespeare

    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
    But you shall shine more bright in these contents
    Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
    When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
    And broils root out the work of masonry,
    Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
    Shal you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
    Even in the eyes of all posterity
    That wear this world out to the ending doom.
    So, till the judgement that yourself arise,
    You live in this, and dwell in lovers eyes.

  • Sonnet 60 - Like as the wavesWilliam Shakespeare

    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end;
    Each changing place with that which goes before,
    In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
    Nativity, once in the main of light,
    Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
    Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
    And time that gave doth now his gift confound.
    Time doth transfix the florish set on youth
    And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
    Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
    And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
    And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand.
    Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand

  • Sonnet 71 - No Longer Mourn For MeWilliam Shakespeare

    No longer mourn for me when I am dead
    Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
    Give warning to the world that I am fled
    From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;
    Nay, if you read this line, remember not
    The hand that writ it, for I love you so
    That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
    If thinking on me then you should make you woe.
    O if (I say) you look upon this verse,
    When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay,
    Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
    But let your love even with my life decay;
    Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
    And mock you with me after I am gone.

  • Sonnet 73 - That time of yearWilliam Shakespeare

    That time of year thou mayst in me behold
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
    Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
    Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
    In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
    As after sunset fadeth in the west;
    Which by and by black night doth take away,
    Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
    In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
    That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
    As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
    Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
    This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
    To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

  • SorrowBert Page

    If your sorrow can be lessened,
    In some warm and special way,
    By knowing that so many share,
    In your loss with you today.

    And if it brings you comfort,
    When others show they care,
    Please know their thoughts are with you,
    And remember they are there.

  • Stop All The Clocks, Cut Off The Telephone W.H. Auden

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

  • That ManCliff Sargeant

    When I was born that man was there,
    Tall and strong and fair of hair.
    He watched my mother give me birth,
    As I fought my way onto this Earth.

    That man would rock me off to sleep,
    Would wipe my tears when I did weep.
    He watched me go from crawl to walk,
    And smiled with pride when I learned to talk.

    That man taught me to ride a bike,
    And even how to fly a kite.
    He taught me to know wrong from right,
    When to run and when to fight.

    That man was made of many parts
    A teacher of lifes skills and arts
    Full of love and full of care
    With much to give, and much to share.

    As I grew older so did he,
    But that man was always there for me
    His love, unspoken ,but strong and clear,
    Of that I have no doubt or fear.

    Time passed, that man grew old and frail,
    No longer strong, but weak and pale.
    Now I helped him, as he'd helped me
    A debt to repay, no charge, no fee.

    And now that man has left this life,
    No longer parted from his wife
    Memories are all that we have left
    Of that man who was the best.

    Who was that man, you may well ask?
    To tell you now is my last task.
    It makes me proud, it makes me glad,
    To tell you that man, he was my dad.

  • The Broken ChainAnon

    We little knew that morning
    that God was going to call your name,
    in life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same.
    It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
    For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
    You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
    and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
    Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
    But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

  • The Charge Of The Light BrigadeAlfred, Lord Tennyson

    Half a league, half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.
    "Forward, the Light Brigade!
    Charge for the guns!" he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
    Was there a man dismayed?
    Not though the soldier knew
    Someone had blundered:
    Their's not to make reply,
    Their's not to reason why,
    Their's but to do and die:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon in front of them
    Volleyed and thundered;
    Stormed at with shot and shell,
    Boldly they rode and well,
    Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
    Rode the six hundred.

    Flashed all their sabres bare,
    Flashed as they turned in air
    Sabring the gunners there,
    Charging an army, while
    All the world wondered:
    Plunged in the battery-smoke
    Right through the line they broke;
    Cossack and Russian
    Reeled from the sabre-stroke
    Shattered and sundered.
    Then they rode back, but not,
    Not the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon behind them
    Volleyed and thundered;
    Stormed at with shot and shell,
    While horse and hero fell,
    They that had fought so well
    Came through the jaws of Death
    Back from the mouth of Hell,
    All that was left of them,
    Left of six hundred.

    When can their glory fade?
    O the wild charge they made!
    All the world wondered.
    Honour the charge they made!
    Honour the Light Brigade,
    Noble six hundred!

  • The Child DyingEdwin Muir

    Unfriendly friendly universe,
    I pack your stars into my purse,
    And bid you, bid you so farewell.
    That I can leave you, quite go out,
    Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
    My father says, is the miracle.

    You are so great, and I so small:
    I am nothing, you are all:
    Being nothing, I can take this way.
    Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
    For when I do not move at all
    I shall be out of all your day.

    It’s said some memory will remain
    In the other place, grass in the rain,
    Light on the land, sun on the sea,
    A flitting grace, a phantom face,
    But the world is out. There is no place
    Where it and its ghost can ever be.

    Father, father, I dread this air
    Blown from the for side of despair,
    The cold cold corner. What house, what hold,
    What hand is there? I look and see
    Nothing-filled eternity,
    And the great round world grows weak and old.

    Hold my hand, oh hold it fast -
    I am changing! - until at last
    My hand in yours no more will change,
    Though yours change on. You here, I there,
    So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
    I did not know death was so strange.

  • The Fear Of Life And DeathSri Aurobindo

    Death wanders through our lives at will, sweet Death
    Is busy with each intake of our breath.
    Why do you fear her? Lo, her laughing face
    All rosy with the light of jocund grace !
    A kind and lovely maiden culling flowers
    In a sweet garden fresh with vernal showers,
    This is the thing you fear, young portress bright
    Who opens to our souls the worlds of light.
    Is it because the twisted stem must feel
    Pain when the tenderest hands its glory steal?
    Is it because the flowerless stalk droops dull
    And ghastly now that was so beautiful?
    Or is it the opening portal's horrid jar
    That shakes you, feeble souls of courage bare?
    Death is but changing of our robes to wait
    In wedding garments at the Eternal's gate.

  • The Last LookChristina Rossetti

    Her face was like an opening rose,
    So bright to look upon:
    But now it is like fallen snows,
    As cold, as dead, as wan.

    Heaven lit with stars is more like her
    Than is this empty crust:
    Deaf, dumb, and blind, it cannot stir,
    But crumbles back to dust.

    No flower be taken from her bed
    For me, no lock be shorn:
    I give her up, the early dead,
    The dead, the newly born.

    If I remember her, no need
    Of formal tokens set:
    Of hollow token-lies indeed
    No need, if I forget.

  • The Lent LilyA.E. Housman

    Tis spring; come out to ramble
    The hilly brakes around,
    For under thorn and bramble
    About the hollow ground
    The primroses are found.

    And there’s the windflower chilly
    With all the winds at play,
    And there’s the Lenten lily
    That has not long to stay
    And dies on Easter day.

    And since till girls go maying
    You find the primrose still,
    And find the windflower playing
    With every wind at will,
    But not the daffodil,

    Bring baskets now, and sally
    Upon the spring’s array,
    And bear from hill and valley
    The daffodil away
    That dies on Easter day.

  • The Loom of TimeAnon

    Man’s life is laid in the loom of Time
    To a pattern he does not see,
    While the Weaver works and the shuttles fly
    Till the doom of eternity.

    Some shuttles are filled with silver thread,
    And some with threads of gold;
    While often but the darker hue
    Is all that they may hold.

    But the Weaver watches with skillful eye
    Each shuttle fly to and fro,
    And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
    As the loom works slow and sure.

    God surely planned that pattern,
    Each thread - the dark and the fair -
    Was chosen by His master skill
    And placed in the web with care.

    He only knows the beauty
    And guides the shuttles which hold
    The threads so unattractive
    As well as the threads of gold.

    Not till the loom is silent,
    And the shuttles cease to fly
    Shall God unroll the pattern
    And explain the reason why.

    The dark threads are as needful
    In the Weavers skillful hand
    As the threads of gold and silver
    In the pattern that He has planned.

  • The ParadoxRuth Pitter

    Our death implicit in our birth,
    We cease, or cannot be;
    And know when we are laid in earth
    We perish utterly

    And equally the spirit knows
    The indomitable sense
    Of immortality, which goes
    Against all evidence.

    See faith alone, whose hand unlocks
    All mystery at a touch,
    Embrace the awful Paradox
    Nor wonder overmuch.

  • The Parting GlassIrish Traditional

    Oh all the time that e’er I spent,
    I spent it in good company;
    And any harm that e’er I’ve done,
    I trust it was to none but me;
    May those I’ve loved through all the years
    Have memories now they’ll e’er recall;
    So fill me to the parting glass,
    Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

    Oh all the comrades that e’er I had,
    Are sorry for my going away;
    And all the loved ones that e’er I had
    Would wish me one more day to stay.
    But since it falls unto my lot
    That I should leave and you should not,
    I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
    Goodnight, and joy be with you all.

    Of all good times that e’er we shared,
    I leave to you fond memory;
    And for all the friendship that e’er we had
    I ask you to remember me;
    And when you sit and stories tell,
    I’ll be with you and help recall;
    So fill to me the parting glass,
    God bless, and joy be with you all.

  • The Psalm Of LifeHenry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream!-
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem.

    Life is real! Life is earnest!
    And the grave is not its goal;
    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
    Was not spoken of the soul.

    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
    Is our destined end or way;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
    Find us farther than to-day.

    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
    And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
    Funeral marches to the grave.

    In the world's broad field of battle,
    In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
    Be a hero in the strife!

    Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
    Let the dead Past bury its dead!
    Act,-act in the living present!
    Heart within, and God o'erhead!

    Lives of great men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime,
    And departing, leave behind us
    Footprints on the sands of time;

    Footprints, that perhaps another,
    Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
    Seeing, shall take heart again.

    Let us, then, be up and doing,
    With a heart for any fate;
    Still achieving, still pursuing,
    Learn to labor and to wait.

  • The ReassuranceThom Gunn

    About ten days or so
    After we saw you dead
    You came back in a dream.
    I’m alright now you said.

    And it was you, although
    You were fleshed out again:
    You hugged us all round then,
    And gave your welcoming beam.

    How like you to be so kind,
    Seeking to reassure.
    And, yes, how like my mind
    To make itself secure

  • The RecallRabindranath Tagore

    The night was dark when she went away,
    and the slept.
    The night is dark now,
    and I call for her,
    “Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars.”
    She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young.
    Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call,
    “Come back, my darling.
    The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport.
    And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it.”
    Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life.
    I listen to their chatter and call,
    “Come back, my darling, for mother’s heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it.”

  • The Rose Beyond The WallA. L. Frink

    Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
    Budded and blossomed in God’s free light,
    Watered and fed by the morning dew,
    Shedding it’s sweetness day and night.

    As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
    Slowly rising to loftier height,
    It came to a crevice in the wall
    Through which there shone a beam of light.

    Onward it crept with added strength
    With never a thought of fear or pride,
    It followed the light through the crevice’s length
    And unfolded itself on the other side.

    The light, the dew, the broadening view
    Were found the same as they were before,
    And it lost itself in beauties new,
    Breathing it’s fragrance more and more.

    Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
    And make our courage faint and fall?
    Nay! Let us faith and hope receive
    The rose still grows beyond the wall,

    Scattering fragrance far and wide
    Just as it did in days of yore,
    Just as it did on the other side,
    Just as it will forever-more.

  • The SoldierRupert Brooke

    If I should die, think only this of me:
    That there’s some corner of a foreign field
    That is forever England. There shall be
    In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
    A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
    Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
    A body of England’s, breathing English air,
    Washed by the rivers, blessed by sons of home.

    And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
    A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
    Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
    Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
    And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
    In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

  • The Unknown ShoreElizabeth Clark Hardy

    Sometime at Eve when the tide is low
    I shall slip my moorings and sail away
    With no response to a friendly hail
    In the silent hush of the twilight pale
    When the night stoops down to embrace the day
    And the voices call in the water's flow

    Sometime at Eve When the water is low
    I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
    Through purple shadows
    That darkly trail o'er the ebbing tide
    And the Unknown Sea,
    And a ripple of waters' to tell the tale
    Of a lonely voyager sailing away
    To mystic isles
    Where at anchor lay
    The craft of those who had sailed before
    O'er the Unknown Sea
    To the Unknown Shore

    A few who watched me sail away
    Will miss my craft from the busy bay
    Some friendly barques were anchored near
    Some loving souls my heart held dear
    In silent sorrow will drop a tear
    But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
    In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale
    And greeted friends who had sailed before
    O'er the Unknown Sea
    To the Unknown Shore

  • The Unquiet GraveAnon

    The wind doth blow today, my love,
    And a few small drops of rain;
    I never had but one true-love;
    In cold grave she was lain.

    Til do as much for my true-love
    As any young man may;
    I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave
    For a twelvemonth and a day.’

    The twelvemonth and a day being up,
    The dead began to speak:
    ‘O who sits weeping on my grave,
    And will not let me sleep?’ -

    “Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
    And will not let you sleep;
    For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
    And that is all I seek.’-

    ‘You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
    But my breath smells earthy strong;
    If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
    Your time will not be long.

    “Tis down in yonder gafden green,
    Love, where we used to walk,
    The finest flower that ere was seen
    Is wither’d to a stalk.

    ‘The stalk is wither’d dry, my love,
    So will our hearts decay;
    So make yourself content, my love,
    Till God calls you away.’

  • The VoiceThomas Hardy

    Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
    Saying that now you are not as you were
    When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
    But as at first, when our day was fair.

    Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
    Standing as when I drew near to the town
    Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
    Even to the original air-blue gown!

    Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
    Traveling across the wet mead to me here,
    You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near?

    Thus I; faltering forward,
    Leaves around me falling,
    Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward, And the woman calling.

  • The White ChariotJulie Johnson

    During your journey on your final flight home.
    White wings will carry you and you will be flown.
    To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in.
    To the feet of your Lord, your Saviour, and your friend.
    He will hold you in his arms and the angels will sing.
    As another one of His children is delivered by white wings.

  • The WidowerRudyard Kipling

    For a season there must be pain
    For a little, little space
    I shall lose ‘the sight of her face,
    Take back the old life again
    While She is at rest in her place.
    For a season this pain must endure,
    For a little, little while
    I shall sigh more often than smile
    Till Time shall work me a cure,
    And the pitiful days beguile.

    For that season we must be apart,
    For a little length of years,
    Till my life’s last hour nears,
    And, above the beat of my heart,
    I hear Her voice in my ears.
    But I shall not understand -
    Being set on some later love,
    Shall not know her for whom I strove,
    Till she reach me forth her hand,
    Saying, ‘Who but I have the right?’ .
    And out of a troubled night
    Shall draw me safe to the land.

  • There Are No WordsHelen Steiner Rice

    There are no words ...what can I say?
    At last her sweet soul winged its way
    To peace and freedom in the sky
    Where never again will she suffer or cry.

    It's all part of God's great plan ...
    Which remains a mystery to man.
    We cannot understand His ways
    Nor can we count our earthly days.

    But who are we to question and doubt?
    God knoweth well what He's about;
    He knew she longed to "go to sleep"
    Where only angels, a vigil keep.

    The pain of living grew too great
    No longer could she stay and wait;
    She did not want to leave you, dear,
    But she had finished her work down here.

    So she closed her eyes and when she awoke,
    These are the words the Master spoke ...
    "Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last,
    And now the burden of living is past."

    "There's work for you in My Kingdom, dear
    And you are needed and wanted here."
    So weep not, she has just gone on ahead,
    Don't think of her as being dead.

    She's out of sight for a little while,
    And you'll miss her touch and her little smile,
    But you know she is safe in the home above
    Where there is nothing but Peace and Love.

    And, surely, you would not deny her peace ...
    And you're glad that she has found release.
    Think of her there as a soul that is free,
    And Home at last, where she wanted to be.

  • There Is No DeathA. Perry

    There is no death.
    The dust we tread shall change between the showers
    To golden grain or rainbow tinted flowers.
    And ever near us though unseen,
    The Immortal spirits tread
    Through all the boundless universe in life
    There are no dead

  • There Is No Death!John Luckey McCreery

    There is no death! The stars go down
    To rise upon some other shore,
    And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
    They shine for evermore.

    There is no death! The dust we tread
    Shall change beneath the summer showers
    To golden grain or mellow fruit
    Or rainbow-tinted flowers.

    The granite rocks disorganise
    To feed the hungry moss they bear;
    The forest leaves drink daily life
    From out the viewless air.

    There is no death! The leaves may fall,
    And flowers may fade and pass away
    They only wait, through wintry hours,
    The coming of the May.

    There is no death! An angel form
    Walks o'er the earth with silent tread;
    He bears our best-loved things away,
    And then we call them "dead."

    He leaves our hearts all desolate -
    He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers;
    Transplanted into bliss, they now
    Adorn immortal bowers.

    The bird-like voice, whose joyous tones
    Made glad this scene of sin and strife,
    Sings now an everlasting song
    Amid the tree of life.

    Where'er He sees a smile too bright,
    Or soul too pure for taint of vice,
    He bears it to that world of light,
    To dwell in Paradise.

    Born unto that undying life,
    They leave us but to come again;
    With joy we welcome them - the same
    Except in sin and pain.

    And ever near us, though unseen,
    The dear immortal spirits tread;
    For all the boundless universe
    Is Life - there is no dead!

  • They Are Not DeadAnon

    They are not dead,
    Who leave us this great heritage
    Of remembered joy.

    They still live in our hearts,
    In the happiness we knew,
    In the dreams we shared.

    They still breathe,
    In the lingering fragrance windblown,
    From their favourite flowers.

    They still smile in the moonlight’s silver
    And laugh in the sunlight’s sparkling gold.

    They still speak in the echoes of words
    We’ve heard them say again and again.

    They still move,
    In the rhythm of waving grasses,
    In the dance of the tossing branches.

    They are not dead;
    Their memory is warm in our hearts,
    Comfort in our sorrow.

    They are not apart from us,
    But a part of us
    For love is eternal,
    And those we love shall be with us
    Throughout all eternity.

  • They Do Not LeaveAnon

    They do not leave. They are not gone,
    They look upon us still,
    They walk among the valley now,
    They stride upon the hill.

    Their smile is in the summer sky,
    Their grace is in the breeze,
    Their memories whisper in the grass
    Their calm is in the trees.

    Their tears are in the gentle rain,
    Their sigh is in the autumn leaves
    They do not leave, they are not gone
    It’s only us who grieve.

  • Think Of MeAndrew Grubersk

    I am not gone,
    I never left,
    Though through your tears,
    You were bereft,
    For I am waiting,
    In the room next door,
    Where one day we’ll be together
    Forever more.
    Think of me in a flower,
    Think of me in the rain,
    Think of me when you hear,
    The larks’ sweet refrain,
    Enjoy the warm sunlight,
    I’ll chase away the cold,
    Cherish what we shared,
    And your heart will never grow old.
    For this is my love,
    That I bestow on you,
    To be always there,
    In what ever you do,
    Walking in the breeze,
    Or watching the clouds sail by
    Just remember me,
    I never did die.

  • Those Who LoveAnon

    It’s always those who love the most
    Who most miss the one they love,
    When comes the parting of the ways,
    And clouds loom dark above;
    But tears will pass, your skies will clear
    Then will you smile again,
    And comfort find in memories,
    Which now bring bitter pain.

  • Those Who Love MeAnon

    When I am gone, release me, let me go.
    I have so many things to see and do.
    You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears,
    Be happy that we had so many years.

    I gave you my love, you can only guess
    How much you gave to me in happiness.
    I thank you for the love you have shown
    But now it’s time I travel on alone.

    So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must
    Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
    It’s only for a little while that we must part,
    So bless the memories within your heart.

    I won’t be far away, for life goes on.
    So if you need me, call and I will come.
    Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near.
    And if you listen with your heart you’ll hear

    All of my love around you soft and dear.
    And then, when you must come this way alone
    I’ll greet you with a smile and
    “Welcome Home.”

  • Though I Am DeadAnon

    Though I am dead grieve not for me with tears
    think not of death with sorrowing and tears;
    I am so near that every tear you shed
    touches and tortures me, though you think me dead.

    But when you laugh and sing in glad delight,
    my soul is lifted upward to the light.
    Laugh and be glad for all that life is giving
    and I, though dead, will share your joy in living.

  • Time Does Not Bring ReliefEdna St Vincent Millay

    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year’s bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go, - so with his memory they brim.
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, “There is no memory of him here”
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

  • Time Will Ease The HurtAnon

    The sadness of the present days
    is locked and set in time,
    and moving to the future
    is a slow and painful climb.

    But all the feelings that are now
    so vivid and so real
    can’t hold their fresh intensity
    as time begins to heal.

    No wound so deep will ever go
    entirely away
    yet every hurt becomes
    a little less from day to day.

    Nothing can erase the painful
    imprints on your mind
    but there are softer memories
    that time will let you find.

    Though your heart won’t let the sadness
    simply slide away
    the echoes will diminish
    even though the memories stay

  • To DaffodilsRobert Herrick

    Fair daffodils, we weep to see
    You haste away so soon:
    As yet the early-rising sun
    Has not attained his noon
    Stay, stay
    Until the hasting day
    Has run
    But to the evensong;
    And having prayed together, we
    Will go with you along.

    We have short time to stay as you;
    We have as short a spring;
    As quick a growth to meet decay,
    As you or anything.
    We die,
    As your hours do, and dry away
    Like to the summers rain;
    Or as the pearls of morning dew,
    Ne’er to be found again.

  • To One In SorrowGrace Noll Crowell

    Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,
    And let me take your hand.
    I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,
    Can understand.

    Let me come in -- I would be very still
    Beside you in your grief;
    I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,
    Tears can bring relief.

    Let me come in -- I would only breathe a prayer,
    And hold your hand,
    For I have known a sorrow such as yours,
    And understand.

  • To Those I LoveIsla Richardson

    If I should ever leave you whom I love
    To go along the silent way,
    Grieve not,
    Nor speak of me with tears,
    But laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.
    (I’d come - I’d come, could I but find a way!
    But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
    And when you hear a song
    Or see a bird I loved,
    Please do not let the thought of me be sad
    For I am loving you just as I always have
    You were so good to me!
    There are so many things I wanted still to do
    So many things to say to you
    Remember that I did not fear
    It was just leaving you that was so hard to face
    We cannot see beyond
    But this I know;
    I love you so
    ‘twas heaven here with you!

  • Too SoonMary Yarnall

    This was a life that had hardly begun
    No time to find your place in the Sun
    No time to do all you could have done
    But we loved you enough for a lifetime.

    No time to enjoy the world and it’s wealth
    No time to take life down off the shelf
    No time to sing the songs of yourself
    Though you had enough love for a lifetime.

    Those who live long endure sadness and tears
    But you’ll never suffer the sorrowing years
    No betrayal, no anger, no hatred, no fears
    Just love - Only love - In your lifetime.

  • Turn Again To lifeA. Price Hughes & Mary Lee Hall

    If I should die and leave you here awhile,
    be not like others, sore undone, who keep
    long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
    For my sake, turn again to life and smile,
    nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
    something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
    Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine,
    and I perchance may therein comfort you.

  • Unending LoveRabindranath Tagore

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
    In life after life, in age after age forever.
    My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms

    In life after life, in age after age forever.

    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
    Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
    Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

    You become an image of what is remembered forever.

    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
    At the heart of time love of one for another.
    We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
    Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
    Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
    The love of all man's days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
    And the songs of everypoet both past and forever.

  • Up-HillChristina Rossetti

    Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
    Yes, to the very end.
    Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
    From morn to night, my friend.

    But is there for the night a resting-place?
    A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
    May not the darkness hide it from my face?
    You cannot miss that inn.

    Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
    Those who have gone before.
    Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
    They will not keep you standing at that door.

    Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
    Of labour you shall find the sum.
    Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
    Yea, beds for all who come.

  • VanishedEmily Dickinson

    She died, - this was the way she died;
    And when her breath was done,
    Took up her simple wardrobe
    And started for the sun.

    Her little figure at the gate
    The angels must have spied,
    Since I could never find her
    Upon the mortal side.

  • Waiting at Heaven’s DoorHelen Steiner Rice

    Death beckoned her with outstretched hand
    And whispered softly of an unknown land,
    But she was not afraid to go
    For though the path she did not know
    She took death’s hand without a fear
    For God who safely brought her here
    Had promised He would lead the way
    Into eternity’s bright day.

    For none of us need go alone
    Into the valley that is unknown,
    But, guided by our Father’s hand
    We journey to the promised land.

    She was your special loving Mother
    You shared your lives with one another,
    And you’ll find comfort for your grief
    In knowing her death brought sweet relief.
    For, now she is free from all suffering and pain
    And your great loss became her gain...

    You know that her love is with you still
    For she loved you in life and always will.
    Love like hers can never end
    Because it is the perfect blend
    Of joy and sorrows, smiles and tears,
    That just grew stronger with the years.
    Love like hers can never die
    For she’s taken it with her to the sky...

    So think of Mum as living above
    No farther away than your undying love,
    For now she is happy and free once more
    And she’s waiting for you at Heaven’s door.

  • Warm Summer SunMark Twain

    Warm summer sun, shine kindly here;
    Warm southern wind, blow softly here;
    Green sod above, lie light, lie light;
    Good night, dear heart, good night, good night

  • We See But DimlyHenry Wadsworth Longfellow

    We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;
    Amid these earthly damps
    What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers
    May be heaven’s distant lamps

  • We’ll Go No More A-rovingLord Byron

    So, we’ll go no more a-roving
    So late into the night,
    Though the heart be still as loving,
    And the moon be still as bright.

    For the sword outwears its sheath,
    And the soul wears out the breast,
    And the heart must pause to breathe,
    And Love itself have rest.

    Though the night was made for loving,
    And the day returns too soon,
    Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
    By the light of the moon.

  • We’ve Shared Our LivesAnon

    We’ve shared our lives these many years,
    You’ve held my hand; you’ve held my heart.
    So many blessings, so few tears,
    Yet for a moment we must part.
    The memories you’ve given me
    Are times I’ve shared with my best friend.
    I’ll hold them love, right here they’ll be
    Until we share our lives again.

  • When I Die And Leave BehindAnon

    When I die and leave behind
    This earth I love
    These trees, this sky,
    The pounding sea,
    The yearly hope of spring,
    Cry not for me,
    My soul has wings
    And in it's freedom sings.

  • When I Have FearsNoel Coward

    When I have fears, as Keats had fears,
    Of the moment I’ll cease to be
    I console myself with vanished years
    Remembered laughter, remembered tears,
    And the peace of the changing sea.

    When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad
    That my life is so nearly done
    It gives me comfort to dwell upon
    Remembered friends who are dead and gone
    And the jokes we had and the fun.

    How happy they are I cannot know,
    But happy I am who loved them so.

  • When I Must Leave YouHelen Steiner Rice

    When I must leave you for a little while,
    Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
    And hug your sorrow to you through the years,
    But start out bravely with a gallant smile;
    And for my sake and in my name
    Live on and do all things the same,
    Feed not your loneliness on empty days,
    But fill each waking hour in useful ways,
    Reach out your hand in comfort and cheer
    And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near;
    And never never be afraid to die,
    For I am waiting for you in the sky!

  • When I Watch The Living MeetA.E. Housman

    When I watch the living meet,
    And the moving pageant file
    Warm and breathing through the street
    Where I lodge a little while,

    If the heats of hate and lust
    In the house of flesh are strong,
    Let me mind the house of dust
    Where my sojourn shall be long.

    In the nation that is not
    Nothing stands that stood before;
    There revenges are forgot,
    And the hater hates no more;

    Lovers lying two and two
    Ask not whom they sleep beside,
    And the bridegroom all night through
    Never turns him to the bride.

  • Why Do You Whisper So FaintlyRabindranath Tagore

    Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death?
    When the flowers droop in the evening and cattle come back to their stalls, you stealthily come to my side and speak words that I do not understand.
    Is this how you must woo and win me with the opiate of drowsy murmur and cold kisses, O Death, my Death?
    Will there be no proud ceremony for our wedding?
    Will you not tie up with a wreath your tawny coiled locks?
    Is there none to carry your banner before you, and will not the night be on fire with your red torch-lights, O Death, my Death?
    Come with your conch-shells sounding, come in the sleepless night.
    Dress me with a crimson mantle, grasp my hand and take me.
    Let your chariot be ready at my door with your horses neighing impatiently.
    Raise my veil and look at my face proudly, O Death, my Death!

  • Wings Of The AngelsTim Chambers

    A gentle wind blew cross the land
    Reaching out to take a hand
    For on the winds the angels came
    Calling out a mother’s name.

    Left behind, the children’s tears
    Loving memories of the years
    Of joy and love, a life well spent
    And now to God a mother’s sent.

    On angel’s wings, a heavenly flight
    The journey home, towards the light
    To those who weep, a life is gone
    But in God’s love, ‘tis but the dawn.

  • Winter SunriseLaurence Binyon

    It is early morning within this room: without,
    Dark and damp: without and within, stillness
    Waiting for day: not a sound but a listening air.

    Yellow jasmine, delicate on stiff branches
    Stands in a Tuscun pot to delight the eye
    In spare December’s patient nakedness.

    Suddenly, softly, as if at a breath breathed
    On the pale wall, a magical apparition,
    The shadow of the jasmine, branch and blossom!

    It was not there, it is there, in a perfect image;
    And all is changed. It is like a memory lost
    Returning without a reason into the mind;

    And it seems to me that the beauty of the shadow
    Is more beautiful than the flower; a strange beauty,
    Pencilled and silently deepening to distinctness.

    As a memory stealing out of the mind’s slumber,
    A memory floating up from a dark water,
    Can be more beautiful than the thing remembered.

  • Wise Men SayAlan Pemberton

    Wise men talk of worlds beyond
    Worlds beyond our eyes
    A wondrous place of love and peace
    To which the spirit flies

    Wise men say we come again
    To live another span
    That death is just a stepping stone
    A pause within the plan

    Mystics say that many lives
    Are needed to ensure
    A perfect understanding
    Of God’s eternal law

    Wise men say with smiling eyes
    Our lives are but a dream
    A brief illusion clothed in flesh
    A role within a scheme

    Wise men say that nothing dies
    It only changes form
    That life goes on despite the myth
    We perish in death’s storm

    So when our loved ones pass away
    Let hope replace our pain
    Have faith and trust that God ensures
    We shall all meet again

  • With Rue My Heart Is LadenA.E. Housman

    With rue my heart is laden
    For golden friends I had,
    For many a rose-lipt maiden
    And many a lightfoot lad.
    By brooks too broad for leaping
    The lightfoot boys are laid;
    The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
    In fields where roses fade.

  • Wonderful GrandmotherAnon

    We had a wonderful grandmother,
    One who never really grew old;
    Her smile was made of sunshine,
    And her heart was solid gold;
    Her eyes were as bright as shining stars,
    And in her cheeks fair roses you see.
    We had a wonderful grandmother,
    And that’ s the way it will always be.
    But take heed, because
    She’s still keeping an eye on all of us,
    So let’s make sure
    She will like what she sees.

  • WordAnon

    There is a word, of grief the sounding token.
    There is a word bejeweled with bright tears.
    The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken,
    A little word that breaks the chain of years.
    Its utterance must ever bring emotion,
    The memories it crystals cannot die.
    ‘Tis known in every land, on every ocean,
    It is

  • You Meant So MuchCassie Mitchell

    You meant so much to all of us
    You were special and that's no lie
    You brightened up the darkest day
    And the cloudiest sky.

    Your smile alone warmed hearts
    Your laugh was like music to hear
    I would give absolutely anything
    To have you well and standing near.

    Not a second passes
    When you're not on our minds
    Your love we will never forget
    The hurt will ease in time.

    Many tears I have seen and cried
    They have all poured out like rain
    I know that you are happy now
    And no longer in any pain.

  • You Should Not Have Gone AloneSusie Marcol

    In heaven now my love can wait,
    My lifelong friend and true soul-mate.

    Mere words could not adequately express,
    Our real true love

    But let me redress.

    For you should not have gone alone.
    You should have waited for me.

    But it won’t be long till you atone,
    And I keep you company.


  • Your Father's Time Has Come To GoDerek Dobson

    Your father's time has come to go,
    Now that God has beckoned him so,
    The door of life has opened wide,
    To let him through and pass inside.

    Who are we to say,
    When and where we go?
    It is not for us to choose,
    Who we love or who we lose.

    Before you shed a painful tear,
    Whisper in his waiting ear,
    "Farewell, my darling Dad,
    Farewell, for all the love we've had."

  • Your RewardViolet King

    The way may seem hard,
    The road may be rough
    To endure to the end
    You have to be tough,
    But try to stand firm,
    Be positive too
    Your faith can be strong,
    And you will win through.

    You won’t be alone
    No, never my friend,
    The burden is shared,
    Right down to the end.
    Our Father in Heaven,
    And Jesus, our Lord
    Are waiting to give you
    Your eternal reward.


  • A Gaelic Farewell

    May the road rise up to meet you,
    May the wind be always at your back,
    May the sun shine warm upon your face
    And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
    And until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

  • A Prayer For The Dead

    God our Father,
    Your power brings us to birth,
    Your providence guides our lives,
    and by Your command we return to dust.
    Lord, those who die still live in Your presence,
    their lives change but do not end.
    I pray in hope for my family,
    relatives and friends,
    and for all the dead known to You alone.
    In company with Christ,
    Who died and now lives,
    may they rejoice in Your kingdom,
    where all our tears are wiped away.
    Unite us together again in one family,
    to sing Your praise forever and ever.

  • Almighty God

    Almighty God,
    you love everything you have made
    and judge us with infinite mercy and justice.
    We rejoice in your promises of pardon, joy and peace
    to all those who love you.
    In your mercy turn the darkness of death into the dawn of new life,
    and the sorrow of parting into the joy of heaven;
    through our Saviour Jesus Christ,
    who died, rose again, and lives for evermore.

  • Almighty God

    Almighty God,
    Father of all mercies and giver of all comfort:
    deal graciously, we pray, with those who mourn,
    that, casting all their care on you,
    they may know the consolation of your love;
    through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • Day By Day

    Lord Jesus Christ, we thank you for all the benefits you have won for us, for all the pains and insults you have borne for us. Most merciful redeemer, friend and brother, may we know you more clearly, love you more dearly, and follow you more nearly, day by day.

  • Eternal Rest

    Eternal rest, grant unto them, O Lord,
    and let perpetual light shine upon them.
    May the souls of the faithful departed
    through the mercy of God rest in peace.

  • Father Of All Mercies

    Father of all mercies and God of all consolation,
    you pursue us with untiring love
    and dispel the shadow of death
    with the bright dawn of life.
    Give courage to this family in their loss and sorrow.
    Be their refuge and strength, O Lord,
    reassure them of your continuing love
    and lift them from the depths of grief
    into the peace and light of your presence.
    Your Son, our Lord Jesus Christ,
    by dying has destroyed our death,
    and by rising, restored our life.
    Your Holy Spirit, our comforter,
    speaks for us in groans too deep for words.
    Come alongside your people,
    remind them of your eternal presence
    and give them your comfort and strength.

  • God Be In My Head

    God be in my head,
    and in my understanding;
    God be in my eyes,
    and in my looking;
    God be in my mouth,
    and in my speaking;
    God be in my heart,
    and in my thinking;
    God be at my end,
    and at my departing.

  • Gracious God Surround Us

    Gracious God,
    surround us and all who mourn this day
    with your continuing compassion.
    Do not let grief overwhelm your children,
    or turn them against you.
    When grief seems never-ending,
    take them one step at a time
    along your road of death and resurrection
    in Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • Heavenly Father

    Heavenly Father,
    you have not made us for darkness and death,
    but for life with you for ever.
    Without you we have nothing to hope for;
    with you we have nothing to fear.
    Speak to us now your words of eternal life.
    Lift us from anxiety and guilt
    to the light and peace of your presence,
    and set the glory of your love before us;
    through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • In Our Grief And Shock

    O God, who brought us to birth,
    and in whose arms we die,
    in our grief and shock
    contain and comfort us;
    embrace us with your love,
    give us hope in our confusion
    and grace to let go into new life;
    through Jesus Christ.

  • Living God

    Living God, you have lit the day with the sun's light
    and the midnight with shining stars.
    Lighten our hearts with the bright beams
    of the Sun of Righteousness
    risen with healing in his wings,
    Jesus Christ our Lord.
    And so preserve us in the doing of your will,
    that at the last we may shine
    as the stars for ever;
    through the same Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • Look With Pity

    O God, you do not willingly grieve or afflict your children.
    Look with pity on the suffering of this family in their loss.
    Sustain them in their anguish; and into the darkness of their grief bring the light of your love; through Jesus we pray.

  • Lord God You Are Attentive

    Lord God, you are attentive to the voice of our pleading.
    Let us find in your Son comfort in our sadness,
    certainty in our doubt and courage to live.
    Make our faith strong through Christ our Lord.

  • Lord Of All We Praise You

    Lord of all, we praise you
    for all who have entered into their rest
    and reached the promised land where you are seen face to face.
    Give us grace to follow in their footsteps
    as they followed in the way of your Son.
    Thank you for the memory of those you have called to yourself:
    by each memory, turn our hearts from things seen to things unseen,
    and lead us till we come to the eternal rest
    you have prepared for your people,
    through Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • Memorare

    Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary,
    that never was it known
    that any one who fled to your protection,
    implored your help or sought your intercession,
    was left unaided.
    Inspired with this confidence, I fly unto you,
    O Virgin of virgins, my Mother.
    To you I come, before you I stand,
    sinful and sorrowful;
    O Mother of the Word Incarnate,
    despise not my petitions, but in your mercy
    hear and answer me.

  • O God Who Brought Us To Birth

    O God, who brought us to birth, and in whose arms we die,
    in our grief and shock contain and comfort us;
    embrace us with your love, give us hope in our confusion
    and grace to let go into new life; through Jesus Christ.

  • Prayer Of Saint Francis Of Assisi

    Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
    where there is hatred, let me sow love;
    where there is injury, pardon;
    where there is doubt, faith;
    where there is despair, hope;
    where there is darkness, light;
    and where there is sadness, joy.
    O Divine Master,
    grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
    to be understood, as to understand;
    to be loved, as to love;
    for it is in giving that we receive,
    it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
    and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

  • Soul Of Christ, Sanctify Me

    Soul of Christ, sanctify me.
    Body of Christ, save me.
    Blood of Christ, refresh me.
    Water from the side of Christ, wash me.
    Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
    O good Jesus, hear me.
    Within your wounds hide me.
    Let me never be separated from you.
    From the power of darkness defend me.
    In the hour of my death, call me
    and bid me come to you,
    that with your saints I may praise you
    for ever and ever.

  • The Lord's Prayer

    Our Father, which art in heaven,
    Hallowed be thy Name.
    Thy Kingdom come.
    Thy will be done in earth,
    As it is in heaven.
    Give us this day our daily bread.
    And forgive us our trespasses,
    As we forgive them that trespass against us.
    And lead us not into temptation,
    But deliver us from evil.
    For thine is the kingdom,
    The power, and the glory,
    For ever and ever.

  • The Serenity PrayerReinhold Niebuhr

    God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
    courage to change the things I can;
    and wisdom to know the difference.
    Living one day at a time;
    Enjoying one moment at a time;
    Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
    Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
    Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
    That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him
    Forever in the next.

  • We Pray For Those Who Mourn

    Lord, we pray for those who mourn,
    for parents and children,
    friends and neighbours.
    Be gentle with them in their grief.
    Show them the depths of your love,
    a glimpse of the kingdom of heaven.
    Spare them the torment of guilt and despair.
    Be with them as they weep beside the empty tomb
    of our risen Saviour,
    Jesus Christ our Lord.

  • You Comforted Your Disciples

    Lord Jesus Christ,
    you comforted your disciples when you were going to die:
    now set our troubled hearts at rest
    and banish our fears.
    You are the way to the Father:
    help us to follow you.
    You are the truth:
    bring us to know you.
    You are the life:
    give us that life,
    to live with you now and for ever.


  • A reflection on an autumn dayAnon

    I took up a handful of grain and let it slip flowing through my fingers, and I said to myself: This is what it is all about. There is no longer any room for pretence. At harvest time the essence is revealed – the straw and chaff are set aside, they have done their job.The grain alone matters – sacks of pure gold.So it is when a person dies the essence of that person is revealed. At the moment of death a person’s character stands out happy for the person who has forged it well over the years. Then it will not be the great achievement that will matter, nor, how much money or possessions a person has amassed. These like the straw and the chaff, will be left behind. It is what he has made of himself that will matter. Death can take away from us what we have, but it cannot rob us of who we are.

  • A stoic faces his endEpictetus, Greek Stoic philosopher (ca 55 – ca 135)

    When death overtakes thee how wouldst thou be found occupied? For myself, if the choice were vouchsafed, I would like to be found engaged in some high and noble enterprise. If nought so lofty be my task, at least let me be found raising the fallen in myself, wiser in my relation to the things of sense, working out a true peace of mind.Enough if then I can hold my hands to God and say, “I have not neglected the talents thou gavest me whereby to undertsand thy Rule: I have not dishonoured thee: I have laid nothing to thy charge: I have not murmured or repined. For the life thou gavest me I thank thee: the time during which I enjoyed the use of what thou didst lend me is enough. Take it back and give it to another. It was always thine.”If a man departs in such a mind, is it not enough? What life could be nobler; what end happier than his?

  • As We Look BackAnon

    As we look back over time
    We find ourselves wondering...
    Did we remember to thank you enough
    For all you have done for us?
    For all the times you were by our sides
    To help and support us...
    To celebrate our successes
    To understand our problems
    And accept our defeats?
    Or for teaching us by your example,
    The value of hard work, good judgment,
    Courage and integrity?
    We wonder if we ever thanked you
    For the sacrifices you made.
    To let us have the very best?
    And for the simple things
    Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
    If we have forgotten to show our
    Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
    We're thanking you now.
    And we are hoping you knew all along,
    How much you meant to us.

  • Before the sublime mystery of life and spiritColonel Robert G Ingersoll, American political leader and orator (1833 – 1899)

    Before the sublime mystery of life and spirit, the mystery of infinite space and endless time, we stand in reverent awe…This much we know: we are at one phase of the immortality of life.The mighty stream of life flows on, and, in this mighty stream, we too flow on… not lost… but each eternally significant.For this I feel: The spirit never betrays the person who trusts it. Physical life may be defeated but life goes on; character survives, goodness lives and love is immortal.

  • Buddhist Saying

    What is born will die,
    What has been gathered will be dispersed,
    What has been accumulated will be exhausted,
    What has been built up will collapse
    And what has been high will be brought low.

  • Dear ParentsAnon

    I did not die young. I lived my span of life within your body and within your love. There are many that have lived long lives and have not been loved as me.If you would honour me, then speak my name and number me among your family. If you would honour me, then strive to live in love, for in that love I now live.Do not doubt that we will meet again. Until that happy day I will be with God and wait for you.

  • Death Is Nothing At AllHenry Scott-Holland

    Death is nothing at all
    I have only slipped away into the next room
    I am I and you are you
    Whatever we were to each other
    That we are still
    Call me by my own familiar name
    Speak to me in the easy way you always used
    Put no difference into your tone
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
    Laugh as we always laughed
    At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
    Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
    Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
    Let it be spoken without effort
    Without the ghost of a shadow in it
    Life means all that it ever was
    There is absolute unbroken continuity
    What is death but a negligible accident?
    Why should I be out of mind
    Because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you for an interval
    Somewhere very near
    Just around the corner All is well.
    Nothing is past; nothing is lost
    One brief moment and all will be as it was before
    How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

  • Death is the future for everyonefrom 'Journal of a Sou'l - Pope John XXIII

    Death is the future for everyone.
    It is the Last Post of this life and the Reveille of the next.
    Death is the end of our present life, it is the parting from loved ones; it is the setting out into the unknown.
    We overcome death by accepting it as the will of a loving God, by finding Him in it.
    Death, like birth, is only a transformation, another birth.
    When we die we shall change our state, that is all.
    And in faith in God, it is as easy and natural as going to sleep here and waking up there.

  • Eternal SpringVictor Hugo

    Winter is on my head but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the world to come.
    For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse; but I feel that I have not said one-thousandth part of what is in me.
    When I have gone down to the grave I shall have ended my day's work; but another day will begin the next morning.
    Life closes in the twilight but opens with the dawn.

  • Footprints In The SandAnon

    One night a man had a dream. He dreamt that he was walking along a beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed the scenes of his life. For each scene he noticed not one, but two sets of footprints in the sand.He understood immediately that one belonged to him and the other to the Lord. But then he noticed a curious thing. At the lowest and saddest times in his life there was only one set of footprints.This bothered him and so he asked the Lord: “How come that during the most difficult times in my life, the very times when I needed you, you left me on my own?”Then the Lord replied: “My friend, during your trials and sufferings when you see only one set of footprints, those footprints are mine. It was then that I carried you.”

  • From - A Letter To A Friend On The Death Of His MotherPhillips Brooks

    May I try to tell you again where your only comfort lies? It is not in forgetting the happy past.
    People bring us well-meant but miserable consolations when they tell us what time will do to help our grief.
    We do not want to lose our grief, because our grief is bound up with our love and we could not cease to mourn without being robbed of our affections.

  • From Pilgrim’s ProgressJohn Bunyan (1628 – 1688)
    Then he said “I am going to my Father’s and though with difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at, to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles who will now be my Rewarder.”When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the riverside, into which as he went he said, “Death where is thy sting?” and as he went down deeper, he said “Grave, where is thy victory?” So he passed over, and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.
  • From Pilgrim’s ProgressJohn Bunyan (1628 – 1688)

    I see myself now at the end of my journey, my toilsome days are ended. I am going now to see that head that was crowned with thorns, and face that was spit upon for me.I have formerly lived by hearsay and faith but now I go where I shall live by sight, and shall be with him in whose company I delight myself.I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever I have seen the print of his shoe in the earth, there I have coveted to set my foot too.His name to me has been as a civet-box; yea, sweeter than all perfume. His voice has been most sweet; and his countenance I have more desired than they that have most desired the light of the sun. His word I did use to gather for my food, and for antidotes against my faintings. ‘He has held me, and hath kept me from mine iniquities; yea, my steps hath he strengthened in his way.’Glorious it was to see how the open region was filled with horses and chariots, with trumpeters and pipers, with singers and players on stringed instruments, to welcome the Pilgrims as they went up, and followed one another in at the beautiful gate of the city.

  • From The Book of the Dead Ancient Egyptian (c. 4500 BC)

    As each day ends may I have lived, That I may truly say:

    I did no harm to human kind,
From truth I did not stray;

    I did no wrong with knowing mind, From evil I did keep;
I turned no hungry person away,
I caused no one to weep.

  • Gone To SoonAnon

    You took chances once too many times.
    As a child you thought - "Oh no, never me."
    Life is a gift, given and taken at some unknown time.
    Your time came too soon - your life was over in a flash.
    The fun you shared, the joy you brought,
    All just a memory - behind us.

  • How do We Let A Mother Go?Anon

    How do we let a mother go?
    How do we say "I'm ready now to go on without you"?
    How can we ever have a clue of what that really means?
    And of a sudden the moment is upon us, and there's no turning back.
    And then we know what grief is,... and guilt and love and things undone.
    Try to prepare and we will fail in some way, be it subtle or looming....

    But there is peace too. peace and acceptance and overwhelming love that we maybe weren't aware of waves and waves of conflicting emotion,
    And laughter too, and memories we hadn't bothered lately to recall come flooding back in shared company.. and it's all about you mum...

    And there's gratitude.. so much of that, that we had you, such a wonderful mother...
    Bright and shining, nobody's fool, independent, but humble too;
    Smart, and kind, and fun.
    A part of you has passed away, but much is carried everyday within us, and will as long as we are here.

    This may be a final tribute,
    A day to celebrate your life and say goodbyes;
    But it's not final.
    Every day I'll celebrate in some way, just by the virtue of how you shaped my life,
    The absolute and incredible fortune that I knew you.
    As a mother, a friend and a woman.

  • I am standing upon that foreshoreAttributed to Henry Van Dyke

    I am standing upon that foreshore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.Then someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone!” “Gone where?” “Gone from my sight, that’s all.” She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.And just at that moment when someone at my side says “There! She’s gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

  • I said to the man who stood at the gate of the yearKing George VI

    From the Christmas message given by King George VI in December 1939

    I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
    'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'
    And he replied,
    'Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God.
    That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!'
    So I went forth and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.

  • In The Presence Of DeathSeneca (94 BC – 65 AD)

    In the presence of death, we must continue to sing the song of life.
    We must be able to accept death and go from it's presence  better able to bear our burdens and to lighten the load of others.
    Out of our sorrows should come understanding.
    Through our sorrows, we join with all of those before who have had to suffer and all of those who will yet have to do so.
    Let us not be gripped by the fear of death. If another day be added to our lives, let us joyfully receive it, but let us not anxiously depend on our tomorrows.
    Though we grieve the deaths of our loved ones, we accept them and hold on to our memories as precious gifts. Let us make the best of our loved ones while they are with us, and let us not bury our love with death.

  • Life Must Go OnA Navaho Prayer

    Grieve for me, for I would grieve for you.
    Then brush away the sorrow and the tears
    Life is not over, but begins anew,
    With courage you must greet the coming years.
    To live forever in the past is wrong;
    It can only cause you misery and pain.
    Dwell not on memories overlong,
    With others you must share and care again.
    Reach out and comfort those who comfort you;
    Recall the years, but only for a while.
    Nurse not your loneliness; but live again.
    Forget not. Remember with a smile.

  • MemorialNorman MacCaig

    Everywhere she dies.
    Everywhere I go she dies.
    No sunrise, no city square, no lurking beautiful mountain but has her death in it.
    The silence of her dying sounds through the carousel of language, it's a web on which laughter stitches itself.
    How can my hand clasp another's when between them is that thick death, that intolerable distance?
    She grieves for my grief.
    Dying, she tells me that bird dives from the sun, that fish leaps into it.
    No crocus is carved more gently than the way her dying shapes my mind.
    But I hear, too, the other words, black words that make the sound of soundlessness, that name the nowhere she is continuously going into.
    Ever since she died she can't stop dying.
    She makes me her elegy. I am a walking masterpiece, a true fiction of the ugliness of death.
    I am her sad music.

  • Survival after deathEarl Balfour (1848 – 1930), Conservative politican and Prime Minister

    An extract from a letter to Lady Desborough on the death of her two elder sons killed in the Great War.

    … I do not pretend to offer consolation; in one very real sense there is no consolation to offer. The blow, the double blow, has fallen, and the shock which threatens the very citadel of life can be softened by nothing that I or perhaps any other can do or utter.Who can measure the pain of separation? Who can deny that, normally at least, death means separation? And that between the living and the dead there lies an impassable gulf which no longing and no love is able to bridge? For this there is no remedy; we must bear it as we may; but to me it seems that in many cases the sorrow caused by death is due to something more and other than the cause of separaion. It is due perhaps to an unacknowledged feeling that the separation is unending.Now if this be the settled conviction of the mourner, there is nothing more to be said. But if this is not the case, if the conviction be the other way, if the certainty or even the possibility of a future life be admitted, then we know that there is something wrong if the agonies of bereavement are more than those which should follow on a severance which, though complete, is temporary.For myself, I entertain no doubt whatever about a future life. I deem it at least as certain as any of the hundred-and-one truths of the frame-work of the world, as I conceive the world. I am as sure that those I love and have lost are living to-day, as I am yesterday they were fighting heroically in the trenches. The bitterness lies not in the thought that they are really dead, still less in the thought that I have parted with them forever; for I think neither of these things. The bitterness lies in the thought that until I die I shall never again see them smile or hear their voices. The pain is indeed hard to bear, too hard it sometimes seems for human strength. Yet measured on the true scale of things it is but brief; death cannot long cheat us of love…

  • The ShipAttributed to Bishop Charles Henry Brent (1862 – 1926), American Missionary Bishop

    What is dying? I am standing on the sea shore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: “She is gone.”Gone! where? Gone from my sight – that is all. She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, “she is gone” there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout: “There she comes!” and that is dying.

  • We struggle against death with all our forcePierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881 – 1955), French priest and philosopher

    We struggle against death with all our force, for it is our fundamental duty as living creatures to do so. But when, by virtue of the state of things, death comes, we experience that paradox of faith that causes us to abandon the struggle and affirm death as part of a greater plan for the universe as a whole.To love life so much, and to trust it so completely that we can affirm it in its final act… this is an attitude that can calm and fortify us.The end is to love extravagantly the life that is greater than any one of us, seeing our own death as a physically necessary passage towards union with a greater wholeness.

  • WeptCharles Kenneth Williams

    Never so much absence, though, and not just absence, never such a sense of violated presence, so much desolation, so many desperate last hopes refuted, never such pure despair.
    Surely I know by now that each death demands its own procedures of mourning, but I can't find those I need even to begin mourning you: so much affectionate accord there was with you, that to imagine being without you is impossibly diminishing; I relied on you to ratify me, to reflect and sanction with your life who I might be in mine.
    So restorative you were, so much a response: untenable that the part of me you shared with me shouldn't have you actively a part of it.
    Never so much absence, so many longings ash, as you are ash.
    Never so cruel the cry within, Will I never again be with you? Ash. Ash.