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Gathering home

Author: Miss Mariana B. Slade Hymnal: LL1881 #151 (1881) First Line: Up to the bountiful Giver of life Refrain First Line: Gathering home! Gathering home! Lyrics: 1 Up to the bountiful Giver of life,-- Gathering home! gathering home! Up to the dwelling where cometh no strife, The dear ones are gathering home. Chorus: Gathering home! Gathering home! Never to sorrow more, never to roam, Gathering home! Gathering home! God's children are gathering home. 2 Up to the city where falleth no night,-- Gathering home! gathering home! Up where the Saviour's own face is the light, The dear ones are gathering home. [Chorus] 3 Up to the beautiful mansions above,-- Gathering home! gathering home! Safe in the arms of his infinite love, The dear ones are gathering home. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Up to the bountiful Giver of life]

Beulah land

Author: Edgar Page Hymnal: LL1881 #152 (1881) First Line: I've reach'd the land of corn and wine Refrain First Line: Oh, Beulah land, sweet Beulah land Lyrics: 1 I've reach'd the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimm'd one blissful day, For all my night has pass'd away. Chorus: Oh, Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me. And view the shining glory shore, My heav'n, my home, forevermore. 2 My Saviour comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me by his hand, For this is heaven's border land. [Chorus] 3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever-vernal trees, All flow'rs that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. [Chorus] 4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels with the white-robed throng Join the sweet redemption song. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [I've reach'd the land of corn and wine]

Free Giving

Author: Mrs. M. B. C. Slade Hymnal: LL1881 #154 (1881) First Line: In the desert, days of old Refrain First Line: Freely give, still he calls Lyrics: 1 In the desert, days of old, When they call'd for gems and gold, For a sacred offering, Only he whose spirit stirr'd, Willing-hearted, at the word, Might a gift or treasure bring. Refrain: Freely give, still he calls, And the promise of my word believe. Freely give, still he calls, And as freely do my love receive! 2 Then the women that were wise, Spun of blue and purple dyes; And the call was heard by them. But by willing hands, alone, Might the broid'ry work be done, Of the sacred vesture hem. [Refrain] 3 Mighty rulers came and gave Shining gems whereon to grave All the names of Israel; But their willing hands alone, With the precious onyx-stone, Might the needful treasure swell. [Refrain] 4 Thus the work of God's command, By his prophet's hand, Was in sacred service wrought, But the best and blessed part, Was the glad and willing heart, That his loving children brought. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [In the desert, days of old]

Am I a soldier?

Hymnal: LL1881 #155 (1881) First Line: Am I a soldier of the cross Lyrics: 1 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? 2 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? In 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. 3 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. Languages: English

All paid

Hymnal: LL1881 #155b (1881) First Line: I hear the Saviour say Refrain First Line: Jesus paid it all Lyrics: 1 I hear the Saviour say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in me thine all in all. Chorus: Jesus paid it all, All to him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow. 2 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim-- I'll wash my garments white In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. 3 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise. Then "Jesus paid it all" Shall rend the vaulted skies. 4 And when before the throne I stand in him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet. Languages: English

Trisagion

Hymnal: LL1881 #156 (1881) First Line: Therefore, with angels and archangels Refrain First Line: Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts Lyrics: 1 Therefore, with angels and archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud, and magnify thy glorious name; evermore praising thee, and saying: Chorus: Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts, Heav'n and earth are full of thy glory, Glory be to thee, O Lord most high. Amen. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [Therefore, with angels and archangels]

He leadeth me

Hymnal: LL1881 #157 (1881) First Line: He leadeth me! O, blessed thought! Lyrics: 1 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! 2 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! 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine:-- Content whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me! 4 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! Languages: English

Make me a worker for Jesus

Author: E. E. Rexford Hymnal: LL1881 #158 (1881) Lyrics: 1 Make me a worker for Jesus, Steadfast and earnest and true; Willing to do for the Master, All He expects me to do. Chorus: Make me a worker for Jesus, A willing worker for Jesus, Doing my best for the Master, He hath done great things for me. 2 Make me a worker for Jesus, Doing the work to be done; Cheerfully, earnestly, gladly, Lab'ring till set of the sun. [Chorus] 3 Make me a worker for Jesus, Ready to go where he needs; Sowing good seed for the harvest, Plucking up briars and weeds. [Chorus] 4 Make me a worker for Jesus, Then at the set of the sun; Say, "Thou wert faithful, my servant, Rest, for thy work is now done." [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Make me a worker for Jesus]