While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear;
The Son of God discloses.
He speaks and
the sound of his voice
Is so sweet
the birds hush
their singing,
And the melody that He
gave to
me,
Within my heart is
ringing.
I'd stay in
the garden with Him
Tho' the night
around me be
falling,
But He bids me go; Thru the
voice of
woe,
His voice to me is
calling.
And he
walks with me,
And he talks with
me,
And he
tells me I am His own,
And the joy we
share as we
tarry there,
None other has ever
known.
He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the valley,
In Him alone I see
All I need to make me fully whole.
In sorrow He's my comfort,
In trouble He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
He all my griefs
has taken,
And all my sorrows
borne;
In temptation He's my strong
and mighty tower:
I have all for him
forsaken,
And all my idols torn from
my heart,
And now He keeps by his
power.
Though all the world forsake
me,
And Satan tempt me
sore,
Through Jesus I shall safely
reach the goal.
He will never,
never leave me,
Nor yet forsake me
here,
While I live by faith and do
His blessed will;
A wall of fire
about me,
I've nothing now to
fear,
With His manna He my hungry
soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to
glory
To see His blessed
face,
Where rivers of delight shall
ever roll.
He's the Lily of the
valley,
The bright and morning
star,
He's the fairest of ten
thousand to my
soul.
Have I, this day, hurt anyone?
Have I offended friend or foe,
By lack of sympathy to show?
Have I heeded gossip, and
passed it on, As I reflect upon
the passing day,
Thereby an innocent
soul, perhaps, having wronged?
Have I
been narrow-minded in thought and
deed,
My heart turns to
God, and I humbly pray
For more grace
to meet the new tomorrow,
And a heart
full of love to help someone in
sorrow.
And by faith I can see it afar:
For the father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
We shall sing on that
beautiful shore
Tha 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 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.
Both God and nature lingered there,
And in the quiet of the hill
I heard God whisper,"Peace, be still."
In the
deep arch of blue above
I read of His
unbounded love,
While in the murmur
of the breeze,
The gentle rustle of
the trees
I heard His voice speak
low and sweet:
"Fear not, my child,
go forth and meet
Life squarely, for
it is My will,
Receive My blessing:
"Peace, be
still."
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?
Savior, Savior, Hear my
humble cry;
While on others Thou art
calling,
Do not pass me
by.
Just a slighting word, or a doubted sneer,
Just a scornful smile on some lips held dear,
And our footsteps lag, tho' the goal seemed near,
And we lose the courage and hope we had--
So little it takes to make us sad!
It takes so little to make us glad--
Just a cheering clasp of a friendly hand,
Just a word from
one who can understand,
And we finish
the task we long had planned,
And we
lose the doubt and the fear we
had--
So little it takes to make us
glad!
Calling to you and to me;
See, on the portals He's waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me.
Why should we tarry when
Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you
and for me?
Why should we linger and
heed not His mercies,
Mercies for you
and for me?
Time is now fleeting,
the moments are passing,
Passing for
you and for me;
Shadows are
gathering, deathbeds are
coming,
Coming for you and for
me.
Oh! for the wonderful love He
has promised, Come home,....Come
home....
Promised for you and
for me;
Tho' we have sinned, He has
mercy and pardon,
Ye who are weary, come
home;...
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus
is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come
home!
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather
have a pleasant word
In kindness said
to me
Than flattery when my heart is
still
And this life has ceased to
be.
I would rather have a loving
smile
From friends I know are
true,
Than tears shed round my
casket
When this world I bid
Adieu.
In everything they heard, or
saw; She loved to laugh, and when
she came, O, laughter is a
blessed gift, Have we trails and
temptations? Are we weak and heavy
laden, Just as I am,---and waiting
not Just as I am,---though
tossed about Just as I
am,---poor, wretched, blind; Just as I am,---Thy love
unknown
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Woke others to a sense of
glee,
And many found, when she was
near,
An unaccustomed note of
cheer
It seemed some undiscovered
law,
Which made dull things of every
day
Reflect her bearing, blithe and
gay!
A flicker, as of happy
flame,
Sprang swiftly up,
re-echoing,
As one bird's song makes
others sing.
Heals many a hurt,
mends many a rift;
She loved to
laugh, and so she lent
To other lives
her
merriment.
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!
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?
Jusus knows our every
weakness,
Take it to the Lord in
prayer.
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.
But that thy blood was shed for
me,
And that Thou bid'st me come to
Thee,---
O Lamb of God, I come! I
come!
To rid my soul of one dark
blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse
each spot,---
O Lamb of God, I come!
I come!
With many a conflict,
many a doubt,
Fightings within, and
fears without,---
O Lamb of God, I
come! I come!
Sight,
riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all
I need, in Thee to find,---
O Lamb of
God, I come! I come!
p>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!
Has broken every barrier
down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine
alone,---
O Lamb of God, I come! I
come!
Or one
kind, loving deed,
May, though a
trifle, poor and weak
Prove like a
tiny seed;
And who can tell what good
may spring
From such a very little
thing?
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