I need not trouble for the morrow

December 31

I need not trouble for the morrow,
For I am in my Father’s care;
He will go with me as I journey,
For all my need He will prepare.

I need not either thirst or hunger;
His grace will never be denied;
He leads me to the living waters;
His daily manna is supplied.

I need not an abiding city,
For “I can tarry but a night;”
My heart, my treasures, are in Heaven,
My raiment is a robe of white.

O may my faith increase before Him,
My service here His blessing gain;
Let me seek first my Father’s kingdom,
For all beside must be in vain!

Chorus
I know that He provides the lilies,
His eye each falling sparrow sees;
And so my soul will fear no evil,
For I am more to Him than these.
     Ina Duley Ogdon

Along life’s rugged, thorny way

December 30

Along life’s rugged, thorny way,
Keep praying, toiling on;
There soon will dawn a brighter day,
Keep praying, toiling on.
The trials you have had are past;
Bear patiently the ones thou hast;
If others come, they will not last,
Keep praying, toiling on.

All fears and gloomy doubts discard,
Keep praying, toiling on;
Faith never fails of its reward,
Keep praying, toiling on.
Hold firm and steadfast to the end;
From duty do not swerve or bend;
For help, on Him you can depend;
Keep praying, toiling on.

If griefs seem more than you can bear,
Keep praying, toiling on;
For praying lightens every care,
Keep praying, toiling on.
The Saviour has great sympathy
For struggling mortals such as we;
And He will give us victory-
Keep praying, toiling on.

Chorus
Keep praying, toiling,
Praying, toiling on;
There soon will dawn a brighter day,
Keep praying, toiling on.
     J. T. Latta

Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep

December 29

Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal;
And sorrows, how often they sweep,
Like tempests, down over the soul!

Oh, sometimes how long seems the day,
And sometimes how heavy my feet;
But, toiling in life’s dusty way,
The Rock’s blessed shadow, how sweet!

Oh, near to the Rock let me keep,
Or blessings, or sorrows prevail;
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.

Chorus
Oh, then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I;
Oh, then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I.
     E. Johnson

More like Jesus would I be

December 28

More like Jesus would I be;
Let my Saviour dwell with me,
Fill my soul with peace and love,
Make me gentle as a dove;
More like Jesus, while I go,
Pilgrim in this world below;
Poor in spirit would I be-
Let my Saviour dwell in me.

If He hears the raven’s cry;
If His ever watchful eye
Marks the sparrows when they fall,
Surely He will hear my call,
He will teach me how to live,
All my sinful tho’ts forgive;
Pure in heart I still would be-
Let my Saviour dwell in me.

More like Jesus when I pray,
More like Jesus day by day,
May I rest me by His side,
Where the tranquil waters glide;
Born of Him, thro’ grace renewed,
By His love my will subdued,
Rich in faith I still would be-
Let my Saviour dwell in me.
     Fanny J. Crosby

O eyes that are weary and hearts that are sore

December 27

O eyes that are weary and hearts that are sore!
Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more!
The light of His countenance shineth so bright,
That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

While looking to Jesus my heart can not fear;
I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;
I know that His presence my safeguard will be,
For “why are you troubled,” He saith unto me.

Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found,
When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round;
They bear me away in His presence to be:
I see Him still nearer whom always I see.

Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace
Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;
Shall know how His love went before me each day,
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 
     John N. Darby

My heart is in the Homeland

December 26

My heart is in the Homeland,
Where every storm shall cease,
Where blooms eternal summer,
And all is love and peace;
There dwell the tried and faithful,
No more with care oppressed,
For sorrow can not enter
The golden land of rest,
For sorrow can not enter
The golden land of rest.

My heart is in the Homeland,
That realm of endless day,
Where He, my Lord and Saviour,
Will wipe all tears away;
My tho’ts are in the Homeland
Among the pure and blest,
No sin nor night can enter
The golden land of rest,
No sin nor night can enter
The golden land of rest.

My heart is in the Homeland,
And there I soon shall be;
My friends are in the Homeland,
They wait and watch for me;
Oh, joyful, joyful meeting,
With those forever blest,
No parting in the Homeland,
The golden land of rest,
No parting in the Homeland,
The golden land of rest.
     Fanny J. Crosby

Tho’ the night be dark and dreary

December 25

Tho’ the night be dark and dreary,
Tho’ the way be long and weary
Morn shall bring thee light and cheer;
Child, look up, the dawn is near.

Tho’ thine eyes are sad with weeping,
Thro’ the night thy vigils keeping,
God shall wipe thy tears away,
Turn thy darkness into day.

Tho’ thy spirit faints with fasting
Thro’ the hours so slowly wasting,
Morn shall bring a glorious feast,
Thou shalt sit an honored guest.

Chorus
There’ll be joy by and by;
There’ll be joy by and by,
In the dawning of the morning,
There’ll be joy by and by.
     Mrs. E. C. Ellsworth

Sometime, I can not tell how soon

December 24

Sometime, I can not tell how soon,
My Lord to me will say:
“It is enough, thy task is done,
Come thou from earth away.”
Sometime, I know not when ‘twill be;
But this, O Lord, I ask of Thee,
May I, when Thou shalt call for me,
Be ready in that day.

Somewhere, to me it is not known,
Where that blest place may be;
I shall behold Him on His throne,
And all His beauty see.
Somewhere, but where I can not tell;
Yet He who doeth all things well,
To that fair hav’n where He doth dwell,
My faithful guide will be.

Somewhere, sometime, the cares and woes
That rise like phantoms grim,
Shall vanish in the light that glows
Beyond earth’s shadows dim.
Then let no doubt or fear molest;
My Father knoweth what is best;
Enough for me that I shall rest,
Somewhere, sometime with Him.

Chorus
Somewhere, I know not where,
Tho’ where or when I can not tell,
I shall in peace forever dwell,
With Him, somewhere, sometime.
     Mrs. Ida M. Budd
 

Hear the words of consolation

December 23

Hear the words of consolation,
Floating down the aisles of time,
Sounding mid earth’s tribulations,
Like a sweet celestial chime.
‘Tis the tender voice of Jesus
Bringing comfort sweet and true;
“In the house of many mansions
I’ll prepare a place for you.”

What a blessed rest He giveth!
Rest from care and fear and sin;
Trust in Him who “ever liveth,”
Peace, a welcome guest, within,
Letting Jesus bear our burdens,
While His promise rings anew;
“In the house of many mansions
I’ll prepare a place for you.”

Take the precious consolation;
Come to Him, and there abide;
Oh, the joy of His salvation
When we tarry at His side.
Still above the fleeting shadows
Smiles the radiant, changeless blue;
“In the house of many mansions
I’ll prepare a place for you.”

Chorus
I’ll prepare a place for you,
I’ll prepare a place for you;
In the house of many mansions,
I’ll prepare a place for you.
     E. E. Hewitt

December 22

There is a blessed home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.

Oh, joy all joys beyond,
To see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound
In hands, and feet, and side!
To give to Him the praise
Of every triumph won,
And sing thro’ endless days
The great things He hath done.

Look up, ye saints of God!
Nor fear to tread below
The path your Savior trod
Of daily toil and woe!
Wait but a little while
In uncomplaining love!
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.
     H. W. Baker

Oh, think of the home over there

December 21

Oh, think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints, all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of white.
Refrain
Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there.

Oh, think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod;
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home in the palace of God.
Refrain
Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there.

I’ll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see,
Many dear to my heart over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.
Refrain
Over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
I’ll soon be at home over there.
     D. W. C. Huntington

We praise Thee, O God; in Thy name we rejoice

December 20

We praise Thee, O God; in Thy name we rejoice,
We worship before Thee with the harp and the voice;
For favors unnumbered sweet anthems we sing,
For bounties unmeasured glad offerings we bring;
Thou Father, all gracious, who heedest our call,
Thou King of all kindness, Thou Ruler of all.
We praise Thee, O God, we praise Thee, O God.

We praise Thee, O God, for the gifts of Thy hand,
So free and so precious over all this fair land;
Thou givest the sunshine, Thou sendest the rain,
Thou gladdenest the pasture, Thou ripenest the grain;
The harvest Thou bringest in billows of gold,
The glad year Thou crownest with goodness untold.
We praise Thee, O God, we praise Thee, O God.

We praise Thee, O God, for the light of Thy word,
The message of mercy we in gladness have heard;
For Jesus, Thy Son, who for sinful man came,
For joys of salvation thro’ faith in His name;
For strength in the conflict victorious to be,
For hope of the glory of heaven with Thee.
We praise Thee, O God, we praise Thee, O God.
     Palmer Hartsough

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds

December 19

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
Along the fertile field,
For grain will grow from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.

Tho’ sown in tears thro’ weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Tho’ great the cost it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.

The harvest-home of God will come,
And after toil and care;
With joy untold your sheaves of gold,
Will all be garnered there.

Chorus
Then day by day along your way,
The seeds of promise cast,
That ripened grain from hill and plain,
Be gathered home at last.
     Jessie H. Brown

Sooner or later the wrong will be righted

December 18

Sooner or later the wrong will be righted,
Sooner or later the wicked will fail;
Sooner or later the dark will be lighted,
Sooner or later the good will prevail.

Sooner or later the load will be lighter,
Sooner or later the struggle will cease;
Sooner or later the sky will be brighter,
Spanned by the beautiful rainbow of peace.

Sooner or later the doubts and the dangers,
All will be over, forever and aye;
Sooner or later will travel-worn strangers
Enter the home at the end of the way.

Refrain
Sooner or later, ah, sooner or later,
Heaven will show us the false and the true;
Sooner or later, ah, sooner or later,
God will reward us for all that we do.
     Jessie H. Brown

Put your hand to the plow and go straight ahead

December 17

Put your hand to the plow and go straight ahead,
But never, never look back!
For you can not again live the years that are fled,
So never, never look back.
Before you is work for the Crucified One,
Before you is rest when your day’s work is done;
Before you a crown, when the race you have run,
So never, never look back.

Put your hand to the plow, the goal is in sight,-
But never, never look back!
You must trust in the Lord, and be true to the right,
So never, never look back.
Behind is the past, with its sin and despair;
Behind are the years, filled with sorrow and care;
Before you is life in that country so fair,
Then never, never look back.

Put your hand to the plow, there’s much to be done,
But never, never look back!
For the work of the Master is only begun,
So never, never look back.
Before you are tears you may help wipe away;
Before you are hearts filled with doubt and dismay;
Go, point them to Jesus and help on the way,
But never, never look back.

Chorus
Never, no, never look back!
Never, no, never look back!
If a crown you would wear,
There’s a cross you must bear,
So, never, never look back!
     Johnson Oatman, Jr.

Jesus knows earth’s cares and sorrows

December 16

Jesus knows earth’s cares and sorrows,
Thro’ Death’s valley has He been;
At the bench He toiled and suffered,
Christ, the “Lowly Nazarene.”

His great heart will bear our burdens,
On Him you can ever lean;
He knows all our hopes and longings,
Christ, the “Lowly Nazarene.”

Comfort gives He to the beggar,
Freely as unto a queen,
For His love indeed is boundless,
Christ, the “Lowly Nazarene.”

Chorus
Lord of earth and sky forever,
Christ, the Lord, with power supreme!
Born of woman in a manger,
Once a “Lowly Nazarene.”
     William H. Gardner

O soldier of the living God

December 15

O soldier of the living God,
Press on, His victories win!
Tho’ principalities and powers
You fight without, within.
A bloodstained banner goes before,
Once borne by martyred throng;
And, while a cross of shame they bore,
Their lips proclaimed the song

O soldier of the living God,
Pray on! prayer is the power
That nerves the heart with bravery
In each unguarded hour.
When Satan and his mighty host
Their toils around you fling,
Mount on the wings of faith and prayer,
Triumphantly to sing

O soldier of the living God,
Fight on, nor fear the foe;
Led by a mighty Conqueror,
Defeat you cannot know.
Go forth His power to proclaim,
To battle for your King;
And, as you conquer in His name,
The song of triumph sing,

Chorus
Of “victory! victory!”
Loudly in triumph sing;
Victory! victory thro’
Jesus, Immanuel, King.
     Effie S. Black

O Lord, be with us when we sail

December 14

O Lord, be with us when we sail
Upon the lonely deep,
Our guard, when on the silent deck
The nightly watch we keep.

We need not fear, tho all around
‘Mid rising winds we hear
The multitude of waters surge;
For Thou, O God, art near.

The calm, the breeze, the gale, the storm,
The ocean and the land,
All, all are Thine, and held within
The hollow of Thy hand.

As when on blue Gennesaret
Rose high the angry wave,
And thy disciples quailed in dread,
One word of Thine could save;

So when the fiercer storms arise
From man’s unbridled will,
Be Thou, Lord, present in our hearts
To whisper, “Peace, be still.”
     E. A. Dayman

There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master’s feet

December 13

There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master’s feet,
There is favor now at the mercy-seat,
For atoning blood has been sprinkled there;
There is always a blessing, a blessing in prayer.

There is grace to help in our time of need,
For our Friend above is a friend indeed,
We may cast on Him every grief and care;
There is always a blessing, a blessing in prayer.

When our songs are glad with the joy of life,
When our hearts are sad with its ills and strife,
When the powers of sin would the soul ensnare,
There is always a blessing, a blessing in prayer.

There is perfect peace tho the wild waves roll;
There are gifts of love for the seeking soul;
Till we praise the Lord in His home so fair,
There is always a blessing, a blessing in prayer.

Refrain
There’s a blessing in prayer, in believing prayer;
When our Saviour’s name to the throne we bear,
Then a Father’s love will receive us there;
There is always a blessing, a blessing in prayer.
     E. E. Hewitt

A light shines on my pilgrim way

December 12

A light shines on my pilgrim way,
That once to me was dim,
And earth seems bright where’er I stray
Since I am led by Him,
By Him in whom I place my trust;
For shelter now I flee
To Him who knows I am but dust-
Jesus who died for me!

Oh, boundless is His love divine,
Amazing is His grace;
Lo, I am His, and He is mine,
And I shall see His face!
Oh, blessed thought, when day is done
My spirit shall be free;
Through Him the vict’ry shall be won,
For Jesus died for me!

At morn, or noon, or yet at night,
Perchance His voice shall call;
And when my spirit takes its flight
To where no tears shall fall,
Still trusting in the love divine,
Through all eternity,
I’ll sing His praise, whose peace is mine,
For Jesus died for me!

Chorus
Oh, wondrous love, vouchsafed for me,
When Jesus died on Calvary!
In Him I trust, to Him I flee,
And ‘tis enough, He died for me!
     Laura E. Newell

The Saviour is summoned to trial again

December 11

The Saviour is summoned to trial again,
Depending, my brother, on you
To speak as His witness to perishing men,
And tell what His power can do.

Thy heart is the home where He deigneth to dwell,
He reaches lost sinners through thee;
He uses thy lips the good tidings to tell:
Thy faithfulness setteth men free.

Your hope of o’ercoming the arch foe is through
The blood of the Lamb and thy word,
Confessing the grace He extended to you,
Acknowledging blessings conferred.

The Master is waiting to hear you confess
His goodness and mercy, so great;
Your word may save others from sin and distress;
Some future time may be too late.

Chorus
Tell it, tell it,
Lest Jesus should trust you in vain!
Did He die in your place,
Did He grant you His grace,
And can you in silence remain?
     Charles Wesley Fletcher

All glory to my Saviour

December 10

All glory to my Saviour,
For He hath made me free;
There’s joy among the angels,
They’re singing over me;
The precious blood of Calv’ry
Is cleansing me from sin,
And in my ransomed spirit
The songs of heav’n begin.

There’s joy among the angels,
They sweep their harps of gold
O’er one poor sinner turning
To seek the Shepherd’s fold;
O come, dear friend, to Jesus,
And you’ll be happy too,
And set the blessed angels
A singing over you!

Sing on, sing on, bright angels,
There’s purer bliss above!
My Saviour’s joy is greater,
For greater is His love;
When one repentant sinner
He welcomes to His breast,
In raptured hallelujahs
He leadeth all the rest!

Chorus
Glory, glory, glory to my Saviour!
Glory, glory, sing His grace so free!
There’s joy among the angels
Around the crystal sea;
All glory to my Saviour-
They’re singing over me!
     L. H. Edmunds

I want no other hand, O Lord

December 9

I want no other hand, O Lord,
But Thine my guide to be,
For well I know thro’ all my life
Thou wilt remember me.

No tongue can tell the joy I feel
Since I am one with Thee;
And this my song the whole day long:
Thou wilt remember me.

Thy Spirit’s seal is on my heart,
Thy image there I see;
And ev’ry hour the witness have
Thou wilt remember me.

No pow’r shall break my firm resolve
To live and die in Thee;
For grace thro’ faith has taught my soul
Thou wilt remember me.

Chorus
Thou wilt remember me, O Lord,
Thou wilt remember me!
Thy Word has said, and I believe,
Thou wilt remember me.
     Fanny J. Crosby

He came from the bosom of God

December 8

He came from the bosom of God,
He exiled Himself from His throne;
The path of affliction He trod
Was trodden by Jesus alone.

Despised and rejected of men,
Acquainted with sorrow was He;
Dishonored again and again
The Sinless consented to be.

His back to the smiters He gave,
His face unto mocking and shame;
Obedient e’en to the grave
Our lowly Redeemer became.

But hark!  He arose from the dead;
The battle with sin has been won;
The price of the blood that He shed
Is glory already begun.

Chorus
There is glory enough for us all,
Glory already begun!
In the victory Jesus has won
There is glory, glory, there is glory,
Yes, glory enough for us all!
     James M. Gray

Uncounted years may not suffice

December 7

Uncounted years may not suffice
To understand the grace
Which furnished me a sacrifice
To suffer in my place.

Not worlds of wealth or human worth
Could e’er redeem the lost;
The love which brought God’s Son to earth
Alone could meet the cost.

In Him God’s grace and justice meet,
The smitten Rock of God;
I take the living water, sweet,
He takes the smiting rod.

And can I look upon that face,
Still scarred with wounds for me,
And e’er forget that loving grace
Alone has set me free?

Chorus
Grace, wonderful grace,
Providing a pardon for me;
Grace, wonderful grace,
Offered so free on Calvary!
     Charles Wesley Fletcher

If raindrops fall when most you wish for sunshine

December 6

If raindrops fall when most you wish for sunshine,
Grieve thou no more;
Behind the clouds the sun is ever shining,
Storms will pass o’er.

If sorrow deep in heaven’s love and mercy
Should us enshroud,
Be sure God’s wisdom sees the silver lining
Behind the cloud.

If o’er the new-made grave tears are falling,
Faith points above
To where the light of His dear face is shining
On those we love.

What though the cares of life press thick upon you,
Never despair:
For since God watches, nothing shall befall that
You cannot bear.

Chorus
God’s skies are blue,
And shine with heaven’s radiance
Each gloomy day;
Although His hand lets fall a cloudy curtain,
It will pass away!
     Ella Lauder

Glory to God for the joy to meet

December 5

Glory to God for the joy to meet
Here at the hour of prayer;
Welcome the bliss of communion sweet
Here at the hour of prayer!

Far from the world we may turn away
Here at the hour of prayer;
Gladly we rest from the toils of day
Here at the hour of prayer.

Rich are the blessings that all may seek
Here at the hour of prayer;
Grace for the weary, the faint, the weak,
Here at the hour of prayer.

Oh, what a holy and calm repose
Here at the hour of prayer!
Love in its fulness the heart o’erflows
Here at the hour of prayer.

Chorus
Nearer the gate to the soul’s bright home,
Nearer the vales where the faithful roam,
Nearer to God and the Lamb we come,
Here at the hour of prayer.
     Fanny J. Crosby

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord

December 4

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord,
And to praise in cheerful lay,
For His faithfulness ev’ry night shows forth,
And His mercy ev’ry day.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord,
On the harp of solemn sound,
On an instrument of the sweetest strings,
For His works the wide world round.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord,
For His tho’ts are very deep;
Lo!  His enemies shall be scattered far,
But the righteous shall He keep.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord,
And to let His fruit be seen,
For the trees of God are like Lebanon,
And their leaf is ever green.

Chorus
Praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord!
And His wondrous name adore!
Praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord!
For He is Most High forevermore!
     James M. Gray

Needful strength for me each day

December 3

Needful strength for me each day,
Strength to walk in duty’s way;
For my Saviour says to me:
“As thy days thy strength shall be.”

Strength the heavy yoke to wear,
Strength my daily cross to bear;
In the battle fought with sin,
Strength the victory to win.

Strength when beams of pleasure glow,
Love’s surpassing joy to show;
When the shadows gather dim,
Strength because I lean on Him.

Wouldst thou have this blessed strength,
Offered all the journey’s length?
Close to Jesus ever be,
He will give this strength to thee.

Chorus
“As thy days thy strength shall be”-
Oh, what grace His words display!
All along my pilgrim way
Jesus gives me strength each day.
     E. E. Hewitt

Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face

December 2

Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face
As along life’s rough highway you pass;
It will brighten and cheer many souls that are dear,
If you carry the sunshine of grace.

Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face
When the wind’s of temptation blow hard;
It will quell ev’ry blast, and give vict’ry at last,
If you carry the sunshine of grace.

Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face
When the dark clouds of sorrow hang low;
It will brighten the gloom, bringing happiness soon,
If you carry the sunshine of grace.

Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face
When the death angel knocks at your door;
It will banish death’s sting, and triumphant you’ll sing
As you soar to the kingdom of grace.

Chorus
Just carry the sunshine of grace in your face;
It will brighten and cheer many souls that are dear,
If you carry the sunshine of grace.
     E. A. Shewell

Thro’ toil and sorrow, thro’ pain and strife

December 1

Thro’ toil and sorrow, thro’ pain and strife,
Thro’ days of blessing and all thro’ life,
His Word is faithful:  where’er we roam
He will be with us till we get home.
Chorus
Till we get home, till we get home,
He will be with us till we get home!

Tho’ oft the journey seems dark and drear,
And rough the pathway we travel here,
Still He is leading where’er we roam,
His pow’r will keep us till we get home.
Chorus
Till we get home, till we get home,
He will be with us till we get home!

He will not suffer us to be tried
More than we’re able, and will provide
A way more blessed for us who roam,-
His presence with us till we get home.
Chorus
Till we get home, till we get home,
He will be with us till we get home!

All thro’ the journey of life below,
His blessed Spirit He will bestow,
And wondrous glory is yet to come
After the struggle, when we get home.
Chorus
When we get home, when we get home,
And wondrous glory when we get home!
     E. O. Sellers

Naught have I gotten but what I received

November 30

Naught have I gotten but what I received;
Grace hath bestowed it since I have believed;
Boasting excluded, pride I abase;
I’m only a sinner saved by grace!

Once I was foolish, and sin ruled my heart,
Causing my footsteps from God to depart;
Jesus hath found me, happy my case;
I now am a sinner saved by grace!

Tears unavailing, no merit had I;
Mercy had saved me, or else I must die;
Sin had alarmed me, fearing God’s face;
But now I’m a sinner saved by grace!

Suffer a sinner whose heart overflows,
Loving his Savior, to tell what he knows;
Once more to tell it would I embrace—
I’m only a sinner saved by grace!

Chorus
Only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
This is my story, to God be the glory,—
I’m only a sinner saved by grace!
     James M. Gray

Some fair tomorrow we shall know

November 29

Some fair tomorrow we shall know
Life’s mysteries that hurt us so,
And how the burdens furnished wings
To lift us over earthly things.

Some fair tomorrow we shall know
The secret joy beneath our woe;
The love and wisdom in disguise
Will then be open to our eyes.

Some fair tomorrow we shall know
Why seeming good we must forego,
While plans are hindered which we tho’t
Were all for Jesus’ glory wrought.

Some fair tomorrow we shall know,
We trust in Him who tells us so;
Serene and patient, we abide
To see our sorrow glorified.

Chorus
Some fair tomorrow we shall know!
Then let us wait His time below,
While hope may borrow from that bright morrow
A light to cheer us as we go,
While hope may borrow from that bright morrow
A light to cheer us as we go.
     Julia H. Johnston

Great things the Lord has done for me

November 28

Great things the Lord has done for me,
For His redeeming love
Is deeper than the deepest sea,
And wide as heav’n above.

He left His throne, His life He gave,
He suffered all my pains;
For me, arising from the grave,
He lives and ever reigns.

My heavy load He bore away,
He heard my humble pray’r;
He turned my darkness into day,
And saved me from despair.

He sent the Holy One to be
My Comforter and Guest,
To show the things of Christ to me,
And lead me into rest.

Chorus
Yes, deeper, wider than the sea
The fountain of His love must be,
A fountain flowing full and free,
It flows for you as well as me.
     J. H. Sammis

My soul is so happy in Jesus

November 27

My soul is so happy in Jesus,
For He is so precious to me;
His voice it is music to hear it,
His face it is heaven to see.

He sought me so long ere I knew Him,
When wand’ring afar from the fold;
Safe home in His arms He hath bro’t me,
To where there are pleasures untold.

His love and His mercy surround me,
His grace like a river doth flow;
His Spirit, to guide and to comfort,
Is with me wherever I go.

They say I shall some day be like Him,
My cross and my burden lay down;
Till then I will ever be faithful,
In gathering gems for His crown.

Chorus
I am happy in Him, I am happy in Him;
My soul with delight
He fills day and night,
For I am happy in Him.
     E. O. Excell

Who will open mercy’s door

November 26

Who will open mercy’s door?
Jesus will!  Jesus will!
As for pardon I implore?
Jesus, blessed Jesus will!

Who can take away my sin?
Jesus will!  Jesus will!
Make me pure, without, within?
Jesus, blessed Jesus will!

Who can conquer doubts and fears?
Jesus will!  Jesus will!
Share my joys and dry my tears?
Jesus, blessed Jesus will!

Who will be my dearest Friend?
Jesus will!  Jesus will!
Love and keep me to the end?
Jesus, blessed Jesus will!

Chorus
Jesus will, Jesus will!
Yes, your loving Savior will;
He will each and ev’ry need fulfill,
Jesus, blessed Jesus will!
     Ina Duley Ogdon

Jesus is coming to earth again

November 25

Jesus is coming to earth again,
What if it were today?
Coming in power and love to reign,
What if it were today?
Coming to claim His chosen Bride,
All the redeemed and purified,
Over this whole earth scattered wide,
What if it were today?

Satan’s dominion will then be o’er,
O that it were today!
Sorrow and sighing shall be no more,
O that it were today!
Then shall the dead in Christ arise,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
When shall these glories meet our eyes?
What if it were today?

Faithful and true would He find us here
If He should come today?
Watching in gladness and not in fear,
If He should come today?
Signs of His coming multiply,
Morning light breaks in eastern sky,
Watch, for the time is drawing nigh,
What if it were today?

Chorus
Glory! glory!
Joy to my heart ‘twill bring;
Glory, glory!
When we shall crown Him King;
Glory, glory!
Haste to prepare the way;
Glory, glory!
Jesus will come some day.
     Mrs. C. H. Morris

O land of rest, for thee I sigh

November 24

O land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?

To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for succor on His breast
Till He conduct me home.

I sought at once my Savior’s side,
No more my steps shall roam;
With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide,
And reach my heavn’ly home.

Chorus
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work ill Jesus comes;
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home.
     Elizabeth Mills

On to the work He has given

November 23

On to the work He has given,
On with a true, willing heart;
Ready to help where you’re needed,
Earnestly doing your part.
All of one mind and united,
Putting forth efforts that tell;
Go with a zeal all consuming-
Do what you may, and that well.

Zeal for the Master increasing,
As you pursue the right way;
Zeal in His good ways of service,
List’ning for what He may say;
Yielding your ev’ry emotion
To His compassionate will;
Thus to His wisdom conforming,
That your right place you may fill.

Zeal for His cause is rewarded
By the results we attain
In the increase of His kingdom,
Thro’out His earthly domain;
Souls for our hire He will lend us,
If we with zeal work and pray;
And after all He will give us
Glory in Heaven some day.

Chorus
“Zeal” for the cause of our Master,
“Zeal” shall our watchword be;
“Zeal” for the work He’s assigned us,
“Zeal” worthy others should see-
This is what Jesus would have us
Show in His work here below;
Then with a zeal never dying,
On in His service we go.
     Samuel W. Beazley

Jesus, keep me near the cross

November 22

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all-a healing stream
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

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 shadows o’er me.

Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting, ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.

Chorus
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
     Fanny J. Crosby

I’ve a Savior, kind and tender

November 21

I’ve a Savior, kind and tender,
I’ve a Savior full of grace,
And a smile of winning sweetness
Ever beams upon His face.
In my heart’s shrine of affection
He shall hold the highest place.

For my sake He came from Heaven
To this world of sin and shame;
Bore my guilt, tho’ He was guiltless,
And tho’ blameless, took my blame.
Can I ever cease to love Him,
And His goodness to proclaim?

Tho’ I’ve often been unworthy,
He has constant been, and true;
Tho’ I wronged Him, He forgave me
When I would my vows renew;
Tho’ I spurned Him, He with kindness
My rebellious heart did woo.

I’ve a Savior, kind and tender,
He would be your Savior, too;
Will you not accept the pardon
Which He freely offers you?
Take Him now as your Redeemer,
Earth has not a friend so true.

Chorus
How I love Him!
How I love Him!
Since for me He bled and died;
How I love Him!
Yes, I love Him
More than all the world beside.
     Chas. M. Fillmore

We shall have a new name in that Land

November 20

We shall have a new name in that Land,
And forever rest at God’s right hand;
With the hosts of His redeemed we’ll stand,
In that Land of Light.

We shall sing of Christ who faithfully
Bore the cruel cross on Calvary,
Paid the price of sin so willingly,-
In that Land of Light.

We shall o’er and o’er His name repeat,
Tell of His redemption so complete,
Cast our starry crowns at His pierc’d feet,
In that Land of Light.

Chorus
In that Land of Light,
Glorious and bright,
We shall have a new name in that Land,
In that Land of Light.
     Jean Howard

When by friends I’m forsaken

November 19

When by friends I’m forsaken
There’s some One who cares;
When by sin overtaken
There’s some One who cares;
When the world turns away,
And I scarcely can pray,
I know there is some One who cares.

When my hopes turn to ashes
There’s some One who cares;
When the wild tempest lashes
There’s some One who cares;
When my heart cries within,
All because of my sin,
I know there is some One who cares.

When my heart is repenting
There’s some One who cares;
When my will is relenting
There’s some One who cares;
When I fall at His feet,
And my story repeat,
‘Tis Jesus my Savior who cares.

Chorus
There’s some One who cares,
There’s some One who cares,
My joys and my sorrows He shares;
He is touched by my woes,
And my weakness He knows,
And for me He tenderly cares.
     J. P. Lowry

November 18

I’m the child of the King of kings,
Who reigns in the realm above;
Joy and peace to my heart it brings,
Just trusting in His great love.

I’m the child of the King of kings;
How true is His friendship sweet!
Day by day my heart ever sings,
So happy in Him complete.

I’m the child of the King of kings,
And true to Him I will be;
I’m awaiting the time which brings
The mansion prepared for me.

Chorus
I’m the child of the King of kings,
The child of the King of kings;
I’ll sing of His love so true and so great,
I’m the child of the King of kings.
     I. E. Reynolds

I have a Friend who walks with me

November 17

I have a Friend who walks with me
By waters still or stormy sea;
Serene I go-why need I fear?-
Just when I need Him He is near.

I have a Friend who will not fail,
Tho’ sin may tempt and doubts assail;
What matter, then, what foes appear?
When I need Him He is near.

With such a Friend to help me on,
I’m never, never left alone,
For all the way He gives me cheer;
Just when I need Him He is near.

Chorus
Moment by moment He dearer grows;
Each step of the way His love He shows;
He puts within my heart a song of cheer;
Just when I need Him He is near.
     Florence Jones Hadley

Lift me higher, loving Jesus

November 16

Lift me higher, loving Jesus,
Far above this earthly strife;
Let Thy peace possess my spirit,
Grant Thy gift of endless life.
Guilty, lost, and undeserving, Lord,
I claim Thy pardon free;
Now, in Thine atoning mercy,
Lift me nearer, nearer Thee.

Lift me higher, lest my garments,
Trailing garments of the flesh,
In the sordid, earthly pathway,
Bring reproach on Thee afresh.
Lift me, Lord, above temptation,
Let me triumph by Thy grace;
Draw me nearer, that, unhindered,
I may gaze upon Thy face.

Lift me higher, lead me homeward,
Let my burden gently fall;
Let me face Thee, let me listen
For Thy softly whispered call.
Looking upward, till the dawning
Of the light celestial gleams,
Let me lean upon Thy bosom,
Where the radiant glory beams.

Chorus
Lift me higher, tender Savior,
To the refuge of Thy breast;
Far above my sin and sorrow,
Let me on Thy bosom rest.
     Julia H. Johnston

Just when I am disheartened

November 15

Just when I am disheartened,
Just when with cares oppressed,
Just when my way is darkest,
Just when I am distressed-
Then is my Savior near me,
He knows my ev’ry care;
Jesus will never leave me,
He helps my burdens bear.

Just when my hopes have vanished,
Just when my friends forsake,
Just when the fight is thickest,
Just when with fear I shake-
Then comes a still, small whisper,
“Fear not, My child, I’m near.”
Jesus brings peace and comfort,
I love His voice to hear.

Just when my tears are flowing,
Just when with anguish bent,
Just when temptation’s hardest,
Just when with sadness rent-
Then comes a tho’t of comfort,
“I know my Father knows;”
Jesus has grace sufficient
To conquer all my foes.

Chorus
His grace is enough for me, for me,
His grace is enough for me;
Thro’ sorrow and pain,
Thro’ loss or gain,
His grace is enough for me.
     J. Bruce Evans

Tho’ burdens heavy we here must bear

November 14

Tho’ burdens heavy we here must bear,
And the eyes are made dim with tears,
There’ll be naught of sorrow “over there”
In the “home of the endless years.”

With toilsome effort in faith we sow,
Tho’ no harvest our vision cheers;
We will not lose heart, ‘twill all be plain,
In the “home of the endless years.”

We’ll labor with a smile and a song,
And we’ll give to the winds our fears,
For the day of trials can’t be long,
Soon the “home of the endless years.”

Chorus
In the better land,
In that sunny land,
In that Eden land, safe by and by;
In that better land,
In that sunny land,
In that Eden land, safe by and by.
     John R. Clements

If you need uplifting, if you need a song

November 13

If you need uplifting, if you need a song,
Strength to help your soul to triumph over wrong,
Put your faith in Jesus, He is true and strong;
Faith will bring the blessing ev’ry time.

In some hour unguarded, if the foe assail,
Tho’ you feel your weakness, let not courage fail;
Trust in Jesus only and you shall prevail;
Faith will bring the blessing ev’ry time.

On the Lord depending, sing along the way,
Naught can ever harm you if He is your stay;
Lean upon His promise till the better day;
Faith will bring the blessing ev’ry time.

Chorus
Faith will bring the blessing ev’ry time,
Tho’ your faith be simple or sublime;
For the Savior knows the heart,
Ev’ry need He will impart;
Faith will bring the blessing ev’ry time.
     James Rowe

Sometimes, to my heart comes a vision of joy

November 12

Sometimes, to my heart comes a vision of joy,
When Jesus my Savior draws near;
He gives me the peace that no ill can destroy;
His voice I seem almost to hear.

How blest are the moments when faith can behold
The footsteps of Christ in the way!
But O, we look forward to rapture untold,
Where shineth the shadowless day!

How sweet the communion we have with Him here;
Unseen, yet so precious is He;
Some day, face to face, where there cometh no tear,
Our King in His beauty we’ll see.

Chorus
I know I shall see Him on high,
I know I shall see Him on high;
When faith yields to sight in the land of delight,
I know I shall see Him on high.
     E. E. Hewitt

I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore

November 11

I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more;
But the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me, now safe am I.

All my heart to Him I give, ever to Him I’ll cling,
In His blessed presence live, ever His praises sing,
Love so mighty and so true merits my soul’s best songs;
Faithful, loving service too, to Him belongs.

Souls in danger look above, Jesus completely saves;
He will lift you by His love out of the angry waves.
He’s the Master of the sea, billows His will obey;
He your Savior wants to be-be saved today.

Chorus
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me!
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me!
     James Rowe

Great multitudes of men are widely straying

November 10

Great multitudes of men are widely straying,
Out upon life’s desert sands far, far away;
O child of God, are you for such ones praying?
In God’s name go after them, win one today!

Deep pits of sin before their feet are lying;
Snares and perils ev’rywhere they’re sure to meet;
In darkness wand’ring on to certain dying,
Unless you, O child of God, win one today!

For them the Savior gave His life a ransom,
And for you has taken all your sins away;
Your love for Him and for their sad condition,
Call you forth into the fray; win one today!

Chorus
Win one today, for the glory of your Master!
Your gentle touch and word will show some one the way;
Win one today, for the glory of your Master!
There are many far astray, win one today.
     M. E. Dodd

Saved to the uttermost: I am the Lord’s

November 9

Saved to the uttermost: I am the Lord’s;
Jesus my Savior salvation affords;
Gives me His Spirit, a witness within,
Whispering of pardon, and saving from sin.

Saved to the uttermost: Jesus is near;
Keeping me safely, He casteth out fear;
Trusting His promises, how I am blest;
Leaning upon Him, how sweet is my rest.

Saved to the uttermost: this I can say,
“Once all was darkness, but now it is day;
Beautiful visions of glory I see,
Jesus in brightness revealed unto me.”

Saved to the uttermost; cheerfully sing
Loud hallelujahs to Jesus my King!
Ransomed and pardoned, redeemed by His blood,
Cleansed from unrighteousness, glory to God.

Refrain
Saved, saved, saved to the uttermost:
Saved, saved by power divine;
Saved, saved, saved to the uttermost:
Jesus the Savior is mine!
     Wm. J. Kirkpatrick

Do you know the world is dying

November 8

Do you know the world is dying
For a little bit of love?
Everywhere we hear the sighing
For a little bit of love;
For the love that rights a wrong,
Fills the heart with hope and song;
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love!
For a little bit of love,
For a little bit of love,
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love!

From the poor of every city,
For a little bit of love,
Hands are reaching out in pity
For a little bit of love;
Some have burdens hard to bear,
Some have sorrows we would share;
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?
For a little bit of love,
For a little bit of love,
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?

Down before their idols falling,
For a little bit of love,
Many souls in vain are calling
For a little bit of love;
If they die in sin and shame,
Someone surely is to blame
For not going in His Name,
With a little bit of love.
With a little bit of love,
With a little bit of love,
For not going, in His Name,
With a little bit of love.

While the souls of men are dying
For a little bit of love,
While the children too are crying
For a little bit of love,
Stand no longer idly by,
You can help them if you try;
Go, then saying, “Here am I,”
With a little bit of love!
With a little bit of love,
With a little bit of love,
Go, then, saying: “Here am I,”
With a little bit of love!
         E. O. Excell

I must tell Jesus all of my trials

November 7

I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
In my distress He kindly will help me;
He ever loves and cares for His own.

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;
He is a kind, compassionate Friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
Make of my troubles quickly an end.

Tempted and tried, I need a great Savior;
One who can help my burdens to bear;
I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;
He all my cares and sorrows will share.

O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
Over the world the victory to win.

Chorus
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.
     Rev. E. A. Hoffman

I love to be alone with God

November 6

I love to be alone with God,
And to listen to His loving voice;
As He bids my ev’ry care depart,
How His presence makes my heart rejoice!

I tell Him of my doubts and fears,
And He stills the tempest in my breast,
Bids the raging storms of passion cease,
Calms my anxious tho’t with quiet rest.

I tell Him of my weaknesses,
Of my sins, my hopes, and fond desires;
And He cheers my heart to onward press
To gain the goal my soul aspires.

Then let me never seek to know
Sweeter friendship than with Him I find,
As I choose the quiet hours with Him,
Leaving all the busy world behind.

Chorus
Alone with God,
No other friend so dear,
Alone with God,
What joy when He is near!
My heart with rapture thrills,
My cup of blessing fills,
When all alone with God.
     George H. Carr

Once I loved to choose my way

November 5

Once I loved to choose my way,
Now for grace and strength I pray,
Ever in my heart to say
“The will of the Lord be done!”

I am blind but He can see,
He will choose my path for me,
Guide me safely, constantly,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

If my treasures He must take,
I will yield them for His sake,
Even if my heart should break,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

He would not afflict in vain,
Cause His child a needless pain;
What seems loss must prove my gain,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

O what perfect peace is mine!
O what rest and joy divine!
As I all to Him resign,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

Chorus
His will is best,
In that I rest,
In shadow or in sun;
So, come what may,
Yet will I say
“The will of the Lord be done!”
     T. O. Chisholm

His gifts are greater than my dreams

November 4

His gifts are greater than my dreams,
The gifts of God to me;
As countless as the sunset’s golden beams,
As boundless as the sea.

I ask a part, He gives the whole-
Himself, and all beside;
His loving-kindness overflows my soul,
In rushing as the tide.

“His ways are ways of pleasantness,
His paths are paths of peace;”
His hand is ever reaching out to bless;
He bids each sorrow cease.

Within my heart He shall have place
To rule and reign supreme;
My voice will ever praise Him for the grace
Of which I ne’er could dream.

Chorus
His gifts are greater than my dreams,
The gifts of Him who set me free;
And more and more abundant daily seems
The grace of God to me.
     Jessie Brown Pounds

I know not the way that my Saviour may lead

November 3

I know not the way that my Saviour may lead,
How strongly the world may allure;
I know not the morrow of gladness or need,
But I know that His promise is sure.

I know not what comrades my Saviour may send,
What fellowships faithful and pure;
But He will be faithful as Comrade and Friend,
For I know that His promise is sure.

I know not how soon He may whisper my name,
How long He may bid me endure;
But longer or shorter, the way is the same,
Since I know that His promise is sure.

Chorus
I know that His promise is sure, is sure,
I know that His promise is sure;
I know my dear Lord, and I trust His word,
For I know that His promise is sure.
     Jessie Brown Pounds

My Father, this I ask of Thee

November 2

My Father, this I ask of Thee;
Knowing that Thou wilt grant the plea,-
For this, and only this, I pray,
Strength for today—just for today.

I do not ask a lifted load,
Nor for a smooth and thornless road;
Simply for strength enough to bear
Life’s daily burdens anywhere.

Strength for the present hour and need—
This given, then I’m blest indeed;
For each day, as it comes, will bring
Sufficient strength for anything.

Strength for today, that I may make
Some sad souls glad, for Jesus’ sake;
Then they, with me, at eve shall say,
“Thank God for strength He gave today.”

Chorus
Strength for each trial and each task,
What more, my Father, should I ask?
Just as I need it, day by day,
Strength for my weakness—this I pray.
     Eben E. Rexford

I’m pressing on the upward way

November 1

I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining every day;
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where these abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

I want to live above the world,
Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.

I want to scale the utmost height,
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till Heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

Chorus
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on Heaven’s table-land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
     Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

In humble faith at Jesus’ feet

October 31

In humble faith at Jesus’ feet,
O may I learn a lesson sweet,
That whether sun or rain I see,
God’s way is always best for me.

His way may lead thro’ sunny vales,
O’er rocky steeps, ‘mid stormy gales;
The truest course His eye can see;
God’s way is always best for me.

He never bids me go alone;
His loving arms around me thrown,
My Guide, my Keeper, He will be;
God’s way is always best for me.

So, step by step, in faith and love,
I’ll walk the path that leads above,
Till day shall break, and shadows flee;
God’s way is always best for me.

Chorus
God’s way is best for you, for me;
O, may we all more trustful be,
Until, beyond the parting sea, I’ll sing,
God’s way was best for me.
     E. E. Hewitt

Does the world no rest afford

October 30

Does the world no rest afford?
Would you have your strength restored?
Cast your burden on the Lord,
Jesus will sustain you.

Are you tempted by the foe?
Has your burden laid you low?
To the one true Helper go,
Jesus will sustain you.

Are you weary of the fray?
Have you fallen by the way?
Make the Savior yours today,
Jesus will sustain you.

Dark with sin your past may be,
Jesus waits to hear your plea,
Gladly He will set you free;
Jesus will sustain you.

Chorus
Jesus will sustain you,
Jesus will sustain you;
When you need a Friend to help you,
Jesus will sustain you.
     James Rowe

How sweet to be allowed to pray

October 29

How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
O God, Thy will be done!

We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

O could my heart thus ever pray,
Thus imitate Thy Son!
Teach me, O God, with truth to say,
Thy will, not mine, be done.
     Mary Orange Edwards

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river

October 28

When some great sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows thro’ your life with peace destroying power,
And dearest things are swept from sight forever,
Say to your aching heart each trying hour:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness,
And you have grown almost too tired to pray,
Let this truth banish from your heart its sadness,
And ease the burdens of each trying day:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When fortune smiles, and full of mirth and pleasure,
The days are flitting by without a care,
Lest you should rest with only earthly treasure,
Let these few words their fullest import bear:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

When earnest labor brings you fame and glory,
And all earth’s noblest ones upon you smile,
Remember that life’s longest, grandest story
Fills but a moment in earth’s little while:
This, too, this, too, will pass away.

Chorus
Thank God that earthly things are not forever,
Thank God, eternal life is free from care;
That joy and peace, and gladness reigning ever,
And bliss supreme
Shall never, never pass away.
     Lanta Wilson Smith

Like a star of the morning in its beauty

October 27

Like a star of the morning in its beauty,
Like a sun is the Bible to my soul;
Shining clear on the way of love and duty,
As I hasten on my journey to the goal.

‘Tis a light in the wilderness of sorrow,
And a lamp on the weary pilgrim way,
And it guides to the bright, eternal morrow,
Shining more and more unto the perfect day.

‘Tis the voice of a Friend forever near me,
In the toil and the battle here below;
In the gloom of the valley it will cheer me,
Till the glory of His kingdom I shall know.

It shall stand in its beauty and its glory,
When the earth and the heavens pass away;
Ever telling the blessed, wondrous story,
Of the loving Lamb, the only living way.
     H. B. Hartzler

No book is like the Bible

October 26

No book is like the Bible,
For childhood, youth and age;
Our duty, plain and simple,
We find on every page.
It came by inspiration,
A light to guide our way,
A voice from Him who gave it,
Reproving when we stray.

It tells of man’s creation,
His sad, primeval fall;
It tells of man’s redemption,
Through Christ, who died for all.
In sacred words of wisdom,
It bids us watch and pray,
And early come to Jesus,
The Life, the Truth, the Way.

Oh, let us love the Bible,
And praise it more and more;
Our life is like a shadow,
Our days will soon be o’er.
But if we closely follow
The counsel God has given,
We then may hope with angels
To sing His praise in Heav’n.

Refrain
No book is like the Bible,
The blessed book we love;
The pilgrim’s chart of glory,
It leads, it leads,
It leads to God above.
     Fanny Crosby

Night, with ebon pinion

October 25

Night, with ebon pinion,
Brooded o’er the vale;
All around was silent,
Save the night wind’s wail,
When Christ, the Man of Sorrows,
In tears, and sweat, and blood,
Prostrate in the garden,
Raised His voice to God.

Smitten for offenses
Which were not His own,
He, for our transgressions,
Had to weep alone;
No friend with words to comfort,
Nor hand to help was there,
When the Meek and Lowly
Humbly bowed in prayer.

Abba, Father, Father,
If indeed it may,
Let this cup of anguish
Pass from Me, I pray.
Yet if it must be suffered
By Me, Thine only Son,
Abba, Father, Father,
Let Thy will be done.
     L. H. Jameson

How condescending and how kind

October 24

How condescending and how kind
Was God’s eternal Son!
Our misery reached His heavenly mind,
And pity brought Him down.

When justice by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave His soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.

He sank beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to His throne:
There’s ne’er a gift His hand bestows
But cost His heart a groan.

This was compassion like a God,
That though the Savior knew
The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne’er withdrew.

Now, though He reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well He remembers Calvary,
Nor let His saints forget.

Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we His death record,
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.
     Isaac Watts

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound

October 23

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 has 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.

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

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine,
But God who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
     John Newton

Though troubles assail and dangers affright

October 22

Though troubles assail and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The Scripture assures us-the Lord will provide.

The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed:
From them let us learn to trust for our bread;
His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ‘tis written, the Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps, but can not be lost;
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages, the Lord will provide.

His call we obey, like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers, we have a good Guide,
And trust, in all dangers, the Lord will provide.
     John Newton

I know that my Redeemer lives

October 21

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives my ever living 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,
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives to grant me fresh supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe away my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and, while He lives, I’ll sing,
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O! the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives.
     Samuel Medley

Hark, the lilies whisper

October 20

Hark, the lilies whisper
Tenderly and low,
“In our grace and beauty
See how fair we grow;”
Thus our heavenly Father
Cares for all below.
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field,
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Hark, the roses speaking,
Telling all abroad
Their sweet, wondrous story
Of the love of God,
In the Rose of Sharon,
Jesus Christ, the Lord.
The roses, how they bloom!
The beautiful roses, how they bloom!
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Let us, then, be trustful,
Doubting not, although
Much of toil and trouble
Be our lot below.
Think upon the lilies,
See how fair they grow;
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field;
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?
     J. A. Collier

I am clinging to the Rock

October 19

I am clinging to the Rock,
Though the waves are wild and dark,
Though the angry billows o’er me roll;
For I can not be afraid,
And my heart is undismayed,
While the Savior is the anchor of my soul.

I am clinging to the Rock,
Though the way be lone and dark,
Though the dreary shadows round me lie;
There are gleaming stars that shine
O’er this weary path of mine;
They will light me on to joys that never die.

I am clinging to the Rock,
And I fear no tempest shock,
Though the fiery darts of Satan fly;
For my feet are standing sure
On the Rock that shall endure,
When the earth, and seas, and skies are passed away.

Chorus
Yes, clinging, still clinging,
I am clinging to the Rock evermore;
Yes, clinging, still clinging,
I am clinging to the Rock evermore! evermore!
     W. O. Cushing

Waiting is the golden harvest

October 18

Waiting is the golden harvest,
Waiting is the golden grain,
While the Master calls for reapers
From the hillside and the plain!

Truly is the harvest plenteous,
But the laborers are few;
Pray ye that the Lord of harvest
Send forth workmen tried and true.

Will the Master hold us guiltless,
If the work be left undone?
If for lack of labor perish,
Precious souls we might have won?

Haste, oh, hasten, willing workers,
Swiftly speed the hours away;
Hearken to the Master’s warning,
“Work ye while ‘tis called today!”

Refrain
Who is willing? who is ready?
Who will go and work today?
See the golden harvest waiting;
Who will bear the sheaves away?
     Annie Cummings

There’s a battle now begun

October 17

There’s a battle now begun,
There’s a vict’ry to be won;
Face to face the legions stand,
Each a bold, determined band;
Ev’ry human soul enlisted,
Sworn a leader to obey;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

You are either on the side
Of the blessed Crucified,
Or you swell the mighty throng
Of the hosts of sin and wrong;
Show your color and be loyal
To your comrades in the fray;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

O how sad will be defeat,
And the victory, how sweet!
Then desert the ranks of sin,
And the fight of faith begin;
For the truth shall stand forever,
Tho’ the world shall pass away;
On which side, which side are you enrolled today?

Chorus
On which side is your name enrolled?
On which side your allegiance hold?
On which side?  On which side?
Who shall triumph in the judgment day?
On which side is your name enrolled?
On which side your allegiance hold?
On which side?  On which side?
On which side is your name enrolled today?
     Charlotte G. Homer

My faith looks up to Thee

October 16

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.
     Ray Palmer

Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King

October 15

Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers, other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side? Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who for Him will go?
By Thy call of mercy, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Not for weight of glory, not for crown and palm,
Enter we the army, raise the warrior psalm;
But for love that claimeth lives for whom He died:
He whom Jesus nameth must be on His side.
By Thy love constraining, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Jesus, Thou hast bought us, not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own lifeblood, for Thy diadem:
With Thy blessing filling each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing, Thou hast made us free.
By Thy grand redemption, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Fierce may be the conflict, strong may be the foe,
But the King’s own army none can overthrow:
Round His standard ranging, vict’ry is secure,
For His truth unchanging makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!
     Frances R. Havergal

O glorious hope of perfect love

October 14

O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above;
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my ravished soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus’ priests and kings,
With Jesus’ priests and kings.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountaintop
See all the land below;
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow,
In endless plenty grow.

A land of corn and wine and oil,
Favored with God’s peculiar smile,
With ev’ry blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps His own in perfect peace
And everlasting rest,
And everlasting rest.

O that I might at once go up;
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears,
A howling wilderness,
A howling wilderness!
     Charles Wesley

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior

October 13

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus has loved me, I cannot tell why;
He came to rescue sinners unworthy;
My heart He conquered, for Him I would die.

Jesus has loved me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus has saved me, I cannot tell how;
But this I do know, He came, my ransom,
Dying on Calv’ry with thorns on His brow.

Jesus will lead me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus will lead me, I cannot tell where;
So I will follow thro’ joy or sorrow,
Sunshine or tempest, since He leads me there.

Jesus will crown me-wonderful Savior!
Jesus will crown me, I cannot tell when;
White throne of splendor hail I with gladness,
Crowned in the presence of angels and men.
     J. Wakefield MacGill

There’s a land that is fairer than day

October 12

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.

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.

Refrain
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.
     S. F. Bennett

So tender, so precious

October 11

So tender, so precious,
My Savior to me;
So true and so gracious
I’ve found Him to be.

So patient, so kindly
Tow’rd all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly-
He love still repays.

Of all friends the fairest
And truest is He;
His love is the rarest
That ever can be.

His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding,
For grief Him adorns.

Refrain
How can I but love Him?
But love Him, but love Him?
There’s no friend above Him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
     Jeremiah E. Rankin

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing

October 10

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’ll raise my 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.
     Robert Robinson

God, my King, Thy might confessing

October 9

God, my King, Thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless Thy Name;
Day by day, Thy throne addressing,
Still will I Thy praise proclaim.

Honor great our God befitteth;
Who His majesty can reach?
Age to age His works transmitteth,
Age to age His pow’r shall teach.

Nor shall fail from memory’s treasure
Works by love and mercy wrought;
Works by love surpassing measure,
Works of mercy passing thought.

Full of kindness and compassion,
Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;
All His works His goodness prove.
     Richard Mant.

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins

October 8

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’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.

Thou dying Lamb! Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransomed church of God are saved to sin no more.
Are saved to sin no more, are saved to sin no more,
Till all the ransomed church of God are 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.
     William Cowper

Come, Thou almighty King

October 7

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, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in ev’ry heart,
And ne’er from us depart
Spirit of pow’r!

To Thee, great One in Three,
The highest praises be
Hence, evermore:
Thy sov’reign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore!
     Charles Wesley

Never be afraid to speak for Jesus

October 6

Never be afraid to speak for Jesus,
Think how much a word can do;
Never be afraid to own your Savior,
He who loves and cares for you.

Never be afraid to work for Jesus
In His vineyard day by day;
Labor with a kind and willing spirit,
He will all your toil repay.

Never be afraid to bear for Jesus
Keen reproaches when they fall;
Patiently endure your ev’ry trial,
Jesus meekly bore them all.

Never be afraid to die for Jesus,
He the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Gently in His arms of love will bear you
To the realms of endless day.

Chorus
Never be afraid,
Never be afraid,
Never, never, never;
Jesus is your loving Savior,
Therefore never be afraid.
     Fanny J. Crosby

Plead with the God of love

October 5

Plead with the God of love,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Call on the throne above,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Ask, for the need is sore;
Seek for the secret store;
Knock at His mercy’s door,
Pray, Christian, pray.

Prayer is a weapon strong,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Wield it against the wrong,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Mightier deeds are wrought,
Knightlier battles fought
Praying than man e’er tho’t:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Say not the fields are sear;
Pray, Christian, pray;
Deem not the prospect drear,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Faith shall revive with prayer,
Hope shall her harvest bear,
Love never can despair:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Look on the blight and stain,
Pray, Christian, pray;
Think on the toil and pain,
Pray, Christian, pray.
Earth, with her guilty fears,
Her wrongs and bitter tears,
Sighs through the weary years:
Pray, Christian, pray.

Plead every promise old,
Pray, Christian, pray;
O for a faith more bold!
Pray, Christian, pray.
Let naught thy soul appall,
Satan is doomed to fall!
Christ shall be Lord of all:
Pray, Christian, pray.
     J. H. Sammis

I am coming to the cross

October 4

I am coming to the cross;
I am poor and weak and blind;
I am counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.

Long my heart has sighed for Thee;
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me,-
“I will cleanse you from all sin.”

Here I give my all to Thee,-
Friends and time and earthly store;
Soul and body Thine to be,-
Wholly Thine forevermore.

In the promises I trust,
Now I feel the blood applied;
I am prostrate in the dust;
I with Christ am crucified.

Jesus comes!  He fills my soul!
Perfected in Him I am;
I am ev’ry whit made whole:
Glory, glory to the Lamb!

Chorus
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow,
Save me, Jesus, save me now.
     William McDonald

In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages

October 3

In Thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
Hide Thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
Hide Thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart Thy love forever,
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.

From the snare of sinful pleasures
Hide Thou me;
Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
Hide Thou me;
When the world its pow’r is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.

In the lonely night of sorrow
Hide Thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
Hide Thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let Thy bosom be my pillow;
Hide me, O Thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in Thee.
     Fanny J. Crosby

There is a green hill far away

October 2

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiv’n,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heav’n,
Saved by His precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heav’n and let us in.

Chorus
O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him, too;
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.
     Cecil F. Alexander

There is no name so sweet on earth

     The night is late and you’ve tried to sleep, but the redness of your eyes reflect the emotions you feel.
     So you pace the floor and make an appeal to your senses to help sidetrack the pain.
     But as you look out a curtained window, you find your eyes cannot pierce through the darkness of the late night hour.
     And as you lean your elbows upon the window sill to listen intently to what should be the sounds of the night, you find that even the country sounds of nocturnal animals seeking food have begun to cease.
     And it is with such darkness and silence outside your house and also from within your soul, that you cry out as in the Psalms:  Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee (Ps 102:1).
          It is at this point in the darkness of the night Christ chooses to come to you though He doesn’t reveal Himself with visual majesty.
     And it is here in the silence of the country night your Savior chooses to encourages you though He doesn’t audibly speak words of consolation and comfort.
     But how do you know He has come?
     Yes, how can you, of human flesh, see and hear He who has been resurrected and is in spirit form?
     It is by His word, the Bible, that He makes His presence known.
     And it is by His word, the Bible, that words of encouragement anoint your soul.

October 1

There is no name so sweet on earth,
No name so sweet in heaven,
The name, before His wondrous birth,
To Christ the Savior given.

And when He hung upon the tree,
They wrote this name above Him,
That all might see the reason we
Forevermore must love Him.

So now, upon His Father’s throne-
Almighty to release us
From sin and pain-He ever reigns,
The Prince and Savior, Jesus.

O Jesus! by that matchless name,
Thy grace shall fail us never,
Today as yesterday the same,
Thou art the same forever!

Chorus
We love to sing of Christ our King,
And hail Him blessed Jesus!
For there’s no word ear ever heard
So dear, so sweet, as “Jesus!”
     Geo. W. Bethune

Strive to make the day seem lighter

September 30

Strive to make the day seem lighter
When the shadows round you play;
Strive to make the world seem brighter,
As you’re passing down life’s way.

There are hearts with grief distressing
Need your help from day to day;
Strive to make yourself a blessing,
As you’re passing down life’s way.

Daily like the Master growing,
Ask not if your toil will pay;
Trust the gospel seed you’re sowing,
As you’re passing down life’s way.

There is great reward in heaven,
Waiting at the close of day,
If your life for Christ is given,
As you’re passing down life’s way.

Chorus
Do your best some joy to heighten;
Do your best some load to lighten;
Do your best the world to brighten,
As you’re passing down life’s way.
     Johnson Oatman, Jr.

In the darkest hour

September 29

In the darkest hour
That my heart may know,
Out of Satan’s power,
Whither shall I go?

Here there is no refuge
For the soul opprest:
Whither shall I journey,
Whither seek for rest?

Poor and weak and wretched,
Full of fears and woe,
To be free from torment
Whither can I go?

Bound in cords of anguish,
By my sins dismayed,
Whither, then, ah, whither
Can I look for aid?

Joy in tribulation!
Hope that sets me free!
Jesus, my salvation,
Lo, I turn to Thee.

Chorus
To Jesus! to Jesus!
Only unto Jesus,
The Savior so compassionate,
The sinner’s only Friend,
The Savior so compassionate,
The sinner’s only Friend.
     Josephine Pollard

We shall walk the realms of glory

September 28

We shall walk the realms of glory,
Where eternal beauty reigns,
There, with seraph hosts unnumbered,
Join the grand, immortal strains.

We shall walk the realms of glory
With the blood-washed, mighty throng;
We shall join the angel harpers
In their everlasting song.

We shall walk the realms of glory
And by Jesus’ side sit down;
Clad no more in robes of sorrow,
We shall wear a fadeless crown.

We shall walk the realms of glory,
Where no tears can ever come,
Where the sunlight is not needed,
In that sweet, eternal home.

Chorus
We shall walk the realms of glory
With the loved ones gone before;
We shall sing the sweet old story
Over on the other side.
     Emma Pitt

There’s a place in the ranks to be filled today

September 27

There’s a place in the ranks to be filled today;
Who will stand with the “Tried and True?”
‘Mid the battle’s din and the cannon’s roar,
Can the Master count on you?

Will you stay in the fight when the battle’s on,
When your comrades are falling fast?
Can He count on you till the battle’s o’er,
To be true to the very last?

Will you join our ranks as we march along,
To the mansions prepared on high,
To adore our King ‘mid the blood-washed throng,
Where the saints shall never die?

Chorus
Can the Master count on you?
Are you one of the “Tried and True?”
Hear the battle cry, “You must fight or die;”
Can the Master count on you?
     C. B. Widmeyer

My life, my love I give to Thee

September 26

My life, my love I give to Thee,
Thou Lamb of God, who died for me;
O may I ever faithful be,
My Savior and my God!

I now believe Thou dost receive,
For Thou hast died that I might live;
And now, henceforth I’ll trust in Thee,
My Savior and my God!

O Thou who died on Calvary
To save my soul and make me free,
I’ll consecrate my life to Thee,
My Savior and my God!

Chorus
I’ll live for Him who died for me,
How happy then my life shall be!
I’ll live for Him who died for me,
My Savior and my God!
     R. E. Hudson

I wandered in sorrow and sin

September 25

I wandered in sorrow and sin,
My heart it was heavy and sore,
When I heard a voice saying-
“Arise, and come in! O wander in sorrow no more!”

I struggled in doubt and in fear,
Not knowing to whom I could go,
When the voice again spake, saying-
“Be of good cheer,” So soothingly, tender and low.

I heard it again and again,
So patiently pleading for room,
Till it melted my heart with its pitying strain,
And lighted my soul of its gloom.

I turned to my Father above,
Who maketh His grace to abound
Unto those who believe in His cross and His love,
And O what a Friend I have found!

I’m groping in darkness no more,
His glory illumines my way;
I am walking by faith, and His promises are
My solace and joy ev’ry day.

Chorus
Who could it be, O who could it be,
Tenderly calling, calling to me?
Who could it be, O who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?
     W. A. Ogden

Nothing to pay, for atonement’s made

September 24

Nothing to pay, for atonement’s made,
The blood has been shed and the debt is paid.

Nothing to pay, for the blotted scroll
Was nailed to the cross where He saved my soul.

Nothing to pay; yet my all I owe,
Unto the dear Lord who hath loved me so.

Nothing to pay, but myself I’ll bring
To serve Him forever, my Savior King.

Nothing to pay; but our thanks we’ll raise,
With rapture we’ll render immortal praise.

Chorus
Nothing to pay, nothing to pay,
For Jesus has taken my debt away.
     L. H. Edmunds

The trusting heart to Jesus clings

September 23

The trusting heart to Jesus clings,
Nor any ill forbodes,
But at the cross of Calv’ry sings;
Praise God for lifted loads!

The passing days bring many cares;
“Fear not,” I hear Him say;
And when my fears are turned to prayers,
The burdens slip away.

He tells me of my Father’s love,
And never slumb’ring eye;
My everlasting King above
Will all my needs supply.

When to the throne of grace I flee,
I find the promise true;
The mighty arms supporting me
Will bear my burdens too.

Chorus
Singing I go along life’s road,
Praising the Lord, praising the Lord;
Singing I go along life’s road,
For Jesus has lifted my load.
     E. E. Hewitt

Answer “Yes” to Jesus

September 22

Answer “Yes” to Jesus,
His sweet will obey;
With a loving spirit
Serve Him while you may;
Toil within His vineyard,
Faithful to your task;
Do whate’er He bids you,
More He will not ask.

Answer “Yes” to Jesus
In life’s morning hours;
Trust the Master’s leading,
Yield Him all your pow’rs.
Let not courage fail you,
Let not faith grow dim;
You belong to Jesus,
Naught can conquer Him.

Answer “Yes” to Jesus:
Faithful be and true
To your dear Redeemer,
Who hath died for you.
He who thus hath loved you
Ought to have your best;
Do your duty gladly,
Leave to Him the rest.

Answer “Yes” to Jesus:
You are His by right;
Yet He is so royal,
Serving is delight.
Called no longer servant,
You are now His friend;
Walk the shining pathway,
Faithful to the end.

Chorus
Answer “Yes” to Jesus,
Harken to His call;
To His blessed service
Consecrate your all.
Answer “Yes” to Jesus,
Harken to His call;
To His blessed service
Consecrate your all.
     Thoro Harris

Nothing to pay! Ah, nothing to pay

September 21

Nothing to pay!  Ah, nothing to pay!
Never a word of excuse to say!
Year after year thou hast filled the score,
Owing thy Lord still more and more.

Nothing to pay!  The debt is so great!
What will you do with the awful weight?
How shall the way of escape be made?
Nothing to pay! yet, it must be paid!

Nothing to pay!  Yes, nothing to pay!
Jesus has cleared all the debt away,
Blotted it out with His bleeding hand!
Free, and forgiv’n, and loved you stand.

Refrain
Hear the voice of Jesus say,
“Verily, thou hast nothing to pay,
Nothing to pay, nothing to pay;
Verily thou hast nothing to pay.”
     Frances R. Havergal