Safe home, safe home in port and Just why He saved me I don’t know

Safe home, safe home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck:
But O! the joy upon the shore
To tell our voyage perils o’er.
The prize, the prize secure!
The athlete nearly fell,
Bare all he could endure,
And bare not always well.
But he may smile at troubles gone,
Who sets the victor garland on!

The lamb is in the fold,
In perfect safety penned;
The lion once had hold,
And thought to make an end:
But One came by with wounded side,
And for the sheep the Shepherd died.

The exile is at Home!
O nights and days of tears,
O longings not to roam,
O sins, and doubts and fears-
What matters now (when so men say)
The King has wiped these tears away?
     St Joseph of the Studium Tr by Rev. John Mason Neale



Just why He saved me I don’t know,
Nor why it was He loved me so;
But this I know-He is my Lord,
I’m trusting in His blessed word.

Just why He whispered, “Come to Me,”
I cannot know or tell to thee;
But this I know-I heard His voice,
And in His love I now rejoice.

Just why He tries me ev’ry day,
And lets new sorrows cross my way,
I cannot tell; but this I know-
He’s with me ev’rywhere I go.

O blessed knowledge this, that He
Is ever near to comfort me!
So ev’ry day I’ll trust and sing,
And to my blessed Savior cling.

Chorus
Some day, yes, some day,
When I have heard the angel call,
‘T will all be plain, the loss, the gain;
Yes, some day, I shall know it all.
     Anna Huber Gardner

Take my moments, blessed Jesus

Take my moments, blessed Jesus,
Keep them for me every day,
Till they glow with life and beauty;
Fill them with Thy praise alway.

Keep them for Thy use, dear Savior,
As they pass so swiftly by;
Let them shine through years of service,
With a glory from on high.

Just the moments, but they may be
Touched with God’s electric love,
Till they bear some flaming message
From the mercy-seat above.

Refrain
Take my moments, keep them ever,
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Use them, make each one a blessing
Garnered for eternity.
     Lizzie De Armond

When weary with the ills of life

When weary with the ills of life,
Its burdens and its cares,
There is a balm, a sacred joy,
‘Tis found alone in prayer.

When tempted by the power of sin,
That would the soul ensnare,
There is a sure, a safe retreat,
‘Tis found alone in prayer.

There’s grace to help in time of need,
A full supply is there,
Go find it at the Master’s feet,
In humble, heartfelt prayer.

When doubts arise and faith is weak,
And crosses hard to bear,
Then seek the Father at His throne,
And find relief in prayer.

Refrain
Alone in prayer,
Alone in prayer;
There is a balm, a sacred joy,
‘Tis found alone in prayer.
     Frank M. Davis

Standing at the portal of the opening year

Standing at the portal of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear,
Spoken through the silence by our Father’s voice,
Tender, strong and faithful, making us rejoice.

“I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid,
I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed!
Yea, I will uphold thee with My own right hand,
Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand.”

He will never fail us, He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant He will never break;
Resting on His promise, what have we to fear?
God is all sufficient for the coming year.

Refrain
Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day!
For His Word shall never, never pass away.
     Miss Frances Ridley Havergal

I am trav’ling tow’rd life’s sunset gate

I am trav’ling tow’rd life’s sunset gate,
I’m a pilgrim going home;
For the glow of eventide I wait,
I’m a pilgrim going home.

There is tranquil rest when day is done,
I shall lay me down in peace;
When the end is reached at set of sun,
I shall lay me down in peace.

By the side of those most near and dear,
I shall drop life’s toil and care;
When the Master’s tender voice I hear,
I shall drop life’s toil and care.

I shall rise again at morning dawn,
I shall put on glory then;
With the shadowy veil of death undrawn,
I shall put on glory then.

Refrain
Ev’ning bells I seem to hear
As the sunset gate draws near!
Ev’ning bells I seem to hear
As the sunset gate draws near!
     Julia H. Johnston

I love to think my Father knows

I love to think my Father knows
Why I have missed the path I chose,
And that I soon shall clearly see
The way He led was best for me.

I love to think my Father knows
The thorns I pluck with ev’ry rose,
The daily griefs I seek to hide
From the dear souls I walk beside.

I love to think my Father knows
The strength or weakness of my foes,
And that I need but stand and see
Each conflict end in victory.

Refrain
He knows it all, He knows it all,
My Father knows.....He knows it all;
Thy bitter tears.....how fast they fall!
He knows, my Father knows it all.
     Mrs. Ophelia Adams

Lost, but Jesus saved me

Lost, but Jesus saved me,
Sav’d me by His love;
Lost, but now He keeps me
For my rest above;
Lost, but Jesus found me,
In the desert wild;
Lost, but He redeem’d me,
Owns me for His child.

Lost upon the mountains
Of life’s woe and sin;
Lost, but His free pardon
Safely took me in:
Lost, but Jesus bought me,
Bought me with His blood;
Lost, but Jesus keeps me
In the narrow road.

Lost far o’er the desert,
Know not where to flee;
Lost, but Jesus lov’d me,
Kindly pitied me;
Lost, but Jesus brought me,
Out into the light;
Lost, but still He saves me,
Guards me with His might.
     Mrs. Emma Pitt

Let the world have its diamonds, its silver and gold

Let the world have its diamonds, its silver and gold,
I am richer by far with the title I hold;
I am heir to a kingdom, a crown and a throne,
That shall stand when earth’s kingdoms are all overthrown.

Let the world have its pottage, my birthright I’ll keep,
For its pleasures or toys I’ll not grovel or creep;
I’m a child of a King, I’ll not barter a crown
For the trifles of earth, for its wealth or renown.

Let the world have its honors, ambitions and fame,
In the Lamb’s Book of Life has been written my name;
When the world is on fire, still my name shall endure,
And my kingdom and palace will then be secure.

I am nearing the city, its spires I can see,
And its pearly gates soon will be opened to me;
With the shout of a victor, I soon shall be crowned,
While the arches of Heav’n with hosannas resound.

Refrain
Hallelujah! my soul mounts upward and sings;
Hallelujah to Jesus, the King of all kings!
Hallelujah! the “kingdom to come” draweth nigh;
What a crowning ’twill be in the sweet by-and-by,
What a crowning ’twill be in the sweet by-and-by!
     Mrs. Hannah M. Richards

On to the land of glory

On to the land of glory,
On to the home of light,
Singing the dear old story,
On to the mansions bright;
Joyfully shouting hosanna,
Praising the name of our King,
Following after His banner,
Gladly our voices ring.

Loyal to Christ our Leader,
Trusting His boundless might,
Marching in Zion’s army,
Battling for God and right;
Victory only thro’ Jesus,
This is the watchword of faith,
Certainly He will be with us,
With us in life and death.

On to the land of glory,
On to the home so dear,
Helping each other upward,
On with a song of cheer;
Glorious hopes are before us,
Yonder the crown and the palm,
Join in the jubilant chorus,
Join the thanksgiving psalm.

Chorus
On!  on!  on! 
On to the land of glory!
On!  on!  on! 
On to the home of light!
On!  on!  on!
Singing the dear old story;
On!  on!  on! 
On to the mansions bright.
     E. E. Hewitt

Father, in need I come to Thee

Father, in need I come to Thee,
And this shall be my earnest plea:
Give me a spirit like to Thine,
And make Thy work and purpose mine.

Help me to always keep in sight
The love that guides me to the light;
The star of faith the beacon be
That guides me o’er life’s stormy sea.

Help me to do for Thine and Thee
Whatever work Thou givest me;
Faithful in all things to the last,
Be heaven the prize when earth is past.

Chorus
Not my will, Father, but this I pray,
Thy will be done by me each day;
Not my will, Father, this I pray,
Thy will be done by me each day.
     E. E. Rexford

Somebody did a golden deed

Somebody did a golden deed,
Proving himself a friend in need;
Somebody sang a cheerful song,
Bright’ning the skies the whole day long,-

Somebody tho’t ’tis sweet to live,
Willingly said, “I’m glad to give;”
Somebody fought a valiant fight,
Bravely he lived to shield the right,-

Somebody idled all the hours,
Carelessly crushed life’s fairest flow’rs,
Somebody made life loss, not gain,
Tho’tlessly seemed to live in vain,-

Somebody fill’d the day with light,
Constantly chased away the night;
Somebody’s work bore joy and peace,
Surely his life will never cease,-

Refrain
Was that somebody you?
Was that somebody you?
     John R. Clements

The love of the Christ is so precious

The love of the Christ is so precious,
That no mortal its wealth can unfold;
His grace is a storehouse of riches to me,
His love is far better than gold.

He meets ev’ry need with the promise,
No good thing from His own to withhold;
So daily I trust in the Crucified One,
His love is far better than gold.

My heart ever yearns with a longing,
To behold the great joy of my soul,
Forever to dwell in the presence of Him,
Whose love is far better than gold.

Chorus
His love is far better than gold,
Its fullness can never be told,
It makes me an heir to the mansions above,
For His love is far better than gold.
     Rev. A. H. Ackley

I know I love Thee better, Lord

I know I love Thee better, Lord,
Than any earthly joy,
For Thou hast given me the peace
Which nothing can destroy.

I know that Thou art nearer still,
Than any earthly throng,
And sweeter is the tho’t of Thee,
Than any lovely song.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart;
Then well may I be glad!
Without the secret of Thy love,
I could not but be sad.

O Savior, precious Savior mine!
What will Thy presence be,
If such a life of joy can crown
Our walk on earth with Thee?

Refrain
The half has never yet been told,
Of love so full and free.
The half has never yet been told,
The blood—it cleanseth me.
     Frances R. Havergal

Unto my Father’s house on high

Unto my Father’s house on high,
Where many mansions be,
Christ, my beloved Lord, has gone,
To fit a place for me.

Eye hath not seen, nor hath ear heard,
The bliss that waits me there;
The sweet delights, the peace untold,
And joys beyond compare.

And when my earthly life is past,
My Lord will come for me;
That where He is, I too, may dwell,
With Him eternally.

Chorus
A place for me, a place for me,
In heav’nly mansions fair;
A place for me, a place for me,
My Savior will prepare.
     Minnie A. G. Edington

In the shadow of the rock let me rest

In the shadow of the rock let me rest,
When I feel the tempest’s shock thrill my breast,
All in vain the storm shall sweep while I hide,
And my tranquil vigil keep, by Thy side.

On the parch’d and desert way where I tread,
With the scorching noontide ray o’er my head,
Let me find a welcome shade, cool and still,
And my weary steps be stayed by Thy will.

I in peace will rest me here till I see,
That the skies again are fair over me,
That the burning heats are past and the day,
Bids the traveler at last go his way.

Chorus
In the shadow of the rock let me rest,
In the shadow of the rock let me rest,
When I feel the tempest’s shock thrill my breast,
In the shadow of the rock let me rest.
     Dr. H. Bonar

Are you heavy hearted, are you sore distressed

Are you heavy hearted, are you sore distressed?
Christ is all you need,
He’s a Friend indeed;
Are you over burdened and with care distressed?
Christ is all the Friend you need.

Have you broken vows and promises unkept?
Christ is all you need,
He’s a Friend indeed;
Once deserted and alone thy Savior wept!
Christ is all the Friend you need.

Have you been neglected for the cause you love?
Christ is all you need,
He’s a Friend indeed;
You shall be rewarded in the home above;
Christ is all the Friend you need.

Let the world despise and scorn you as it may,
Christ is all you need,
He’s a Friend indeed;
You will shout His praises in the judgment day;
Christ is all the Friend you need.

Chorus
Christ is all you need,
He’s a Friend,
He is a Friend indeed;
Christ is all you need,
Christ is all the Friend you need.
     Chas. H. Gabriel

There is great rejoicing in my soul

There is great rejoicing in my soul,
Over me waves of glory roll;
For I feel the joy of pardoned sin,-
Jesus dwells within.

I am singing now a glad new song,
Praising Jesus the whole day long;
For it was to save the lost He came,
Glory to His name.

Days of gloom and doubting now are past,
I am safe on the Rock at last;
Leaning on His everlasting arm,
Death no more can harm.

While I live on earth my song shall be,
Of this Savior who died for me;
And at last on heav’n’s eternal shore,
Praise Him evermore.

Chorus
Oh, the beauty of His smiling face!
Oh, the depths of His unchanging grace!
Oh, the blessing of His love and pow’r,
That keeps me ev’ry hour,
Praise His name forever,
He is mine,
Jesus I am Thine.
     Chas. H. Gabriel

Living in the sunshine of the love of God

Living in the sunshine of the love of God,
Tell of Christ, thy Savior, spread His praise abroad;
Tell poor weary wand’rers of the world’s Delight,
Who’ll dispel their darkness, drive away their night.

Living in the sunshine will dispel thy fears,
Give thee songs of gladness, wipe away thy tears;
Souls that now are wand’ring far in sin’s dark night,
Thou wilt guide to Jesus with thy shining light.

Living in the sunshine, in the light divine,
Thou wilt have assurance that the Lord is thine;
Winning souls for Jesus with thy shining light;
For thy Savior shining thro’ the darkest night.

Refrain
Living in the sunshine of a Savior’s love,
Brightness ever round thee, brightness from above;
Living in the sunshine, living in the light,
Ever shine for Jesus thro’ the darkest night.
     Mrs. W. J. Kennedy

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.

Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own, soul, heart, and strength, and mind;
I see Thy cross-there teach my heart to cling:
Oh, let me seek Thee, and oh, let me find.

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,-
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The kindling of the Heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
                               G. Croly

What is making life so sweet and bright to me

What is making life so sweet and bright to me?
Just the love of Jesus, just the love of Jesus!
What has made my soul so peaceful, pure, and free?
Just the love of Jesus, my Savior!

What affords me shelter when the tempest sweeps?
Just the love of Jesus, just the love of Jesus!
What, from day to day, my soul from evil keeps?
Just the love of Jesus, my Savior!

What will help me triumph in this earthly strife?
Just the love of Jesus, just the love of Jesus!
What is more to me than wealth, or fame, or life?
Just the love of Jesus, my Savior!

What will lead me safe across the silent sea?
Just the love of Jesus, just the love of Jesus!
What will be my song thro' all eternity?
Just the love of Jesus, my Savior!

Refrain
Just the love of Jesus, O how sweet!
Just the love of Jesus makes my joy complete;
What will guide my soul to that safe retreat?
Just the love of Jesus, my Savior!
     James Rowe

What a blessed friend is Jesus

What a blessed friend is Jesus!
When I come to Him in need;
Choicest blessings doth He shower
When His promises I plead.

What a blessed friend is Jesus!
How He calms my guilty fears,
When my eyes to Him uplifted,
Show my sad, repentant tears.

What a blessed friend is Jesus!
How He fills my soul with joy;
O ye ransomed, sing His praises,
And your sweetest notes employ.

What a blessed friend is Jesus!
Saints and seraphs join your strains;
Harps and voices all uniting,
Praise the Lamb that ever reigns.

Chorus
Blessed friend, dearest friend,
What a blessed friend is Jesus!
Blessed friend, dearest friend,
What a blessed friend is Jesus.
     Wm. Stevenson

I want to do something for Jesus

I want to do something for Jesus,
He suffer’d and died on the tree;
That I thro’ His death might have pardon-
He’s done so much for me!

I want to do something for Jesus,
Because He from sin made me free;
He rescued my soul from all danger,
He’s done so much for me!

I want to do something for Jesus,
His servant I’m willing to be;
I’ll tell of His love and His mercy,
He’s done so much for me!

I want to do something for Jesus,
That others His great love may see;
Forever I’ll sing the sweet story,
He’s done so much for me!

Refrain
I want to do something for Jesus,
Tho’ weak and unworthy I be;
I’ll labor for Him, my dear Savior-
He’s done so much for me!
     S. W. Jones

A Friend have I who standeth near

A Friend have I who standeth near,
To comfort me and still each fear;
It is my Lord and Savior dear,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

In vain may fancy strive to trace
My Savior's beauty and His grace;
More fair than I can dream, His face,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

The precious hope I have each day
Illumines all my earthly way,
That He will take me home to stay,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

With that fair mansion e'er in view,
My pilgrim journey I pursue,
And try my Savior's will to do,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

Chorus
And He is preparing a place
For me in His home above,
Where I shall behold His face,
Whom, having not seen, I love.
     Maud Frazer

Though you are helpless and lonely and poor

Though you are helpless and lonely and poor,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus;
Tho’ bitter sorrows you have to endure,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus.

Though you are weary and trials come fast,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus;
His strength will comfort you unto the last,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus.

Though you have grieved him and saddened his heart,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus;
You in his tenderness still have a part,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus.

Though you are friendless and dark seems the way,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus;
There is one friend who forever will stay,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus.

Chorus
Somebody loves you wherever you are,
Though from life’s battles you’ve many a scar,
Though in strange byways you’ve wandered afar,
Somebody loves you:  ‘tis Jesus.
     Laurene Highfield

We’ll never grow weary, but ever pursue

We’ll never grow weary, but ever pursue
The work which the Master has left us to do;
If patiently toiling we trust in the Lord,
The harvest will bring us a blessed reward.

We’ll never grow weary, but work with a will;
Our Father will surely His promise fulfill;
From seeds we have scattered in sorrow and tears,
We’ll gather bright sheaves when the harvest appears.

We’ll think of the mercy, remember the love
Of Him who came down from His glory above;
No labor for Him shall be ever in vain,
We’ll work in His vineyard thro’ sunshine and rain.

Chorus
We shall reap if we faint not, by and by,
Treasures immortal that never decay,
Crowns of rejoicing that fade not away,
We shall reap if we faint not, by and by.
     V. A. and Jennie Ree