Beyond the smiling and the weeping

September 20

Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon.

Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon;
Beyond the shining and the shading,
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon.

Beyond the parting and the meeting,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon;
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond the pulse’s fever beating,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon.

Beyond the frost chain and the fever,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon;
Beyond the rock waste and the river,
Beyond the ever and the never,
I shall be soon, I shall be soon.

Refrain
Love, rest and home,
Sweet, sweet home!
Lord, tarry not,
Lord, tarry not, but come.
     Horatius Bonar

Ye loit’rers in the marketplace

September 19

Ye loit’rers in the marketplace,
Why do ye idle stand?
Come forth unto the harvest field,
There’s work on ev’ry hand!
The ripened grain is bending low,
And soon it may be lost,
The kernels fair be quick to save,
Wait not to count the cost.

A field, the Master calls this world,
And grains, the souls of men;
Each one is precious in His sight,
Tho’ hid in lonely glen.
He fain would gather ev’ry grain,
But laborers are few;
Come forth and help Him save His own,
There’s work for you to do.

If idle still ye longer stand,
Nor heed the Master’s call,
How shall ye answer for the loss,
If grains to earth shall fall?
Then hasten to the harvest field,
The Master’s call obey,
And labor with a willing hand
Until the close of day.

Chorus
Come forth, come forth, the Master’s call obey!
Come forth, come forth,
He bids you come to day;
Come forth, come forth, the Master’s call obey!
Come forth, come forth,
He bids you come today.
     Effie Wells Loucks

O’er hill and dale, where sweetest flow’rs are growing

September 18

O’er hill and dale, where sweetest flow’rs are growing,
Thro’ sunlit vale, where softest winds are blowing,
Where fountains bright make music in their flowing,
He leads, and we follow.

When Satan with his wiles the soul is trying;
When sweetest smiles are turned to saddest sighing;
When hope and faith within our hearts are dying,
He leads, and we follow.

Thus all the way our footsteps He is leading,
And day by day our souls with manna feeding;
Thus He supplies whatever we are needing-
He leads, and we follow.

Chorus
He leads, and we follow,
He leads, and we follow;
We cannot stray-
He knows the way!
Jesus leads, and we follow.
     Ada Blenkhorn

Blessed Bible! how I love it

September 17

Blessed Bible! how I love it!
How it doth my spirit cheer!
What on earth like this to covet?
Oh! what stores of wealth are here!
Man was lost, and doomed to sorrow,
Not one ray of light or bliss
Could he from earth’s treasures borrow,
Till his way was cheered by this.

Yes, I’ll to my bosom press thee;
Precious word, I’ll hide thee here;
Sure my very heart will bless thee,
For thou ever say’st “Good cheer!”
Speak, poor heart, and tell thy ponderings,
Tell how far thy rovings led,
When this book bro’t back thy wanderings,
Speaking life as from the dead.

Blessed Bible!  I will hide thee
Deep, yes deeper in my heart;
Thou thro’ all my life wilt guide me,
And in death we will not part:
Part in death? no, never, never!
Thro’ death’s vale I’ll lean on thee;
Then, in worlds above for ever,
Sweeter still thy truths shall be.
     Mrs. Phoebe Palmer

O what a wonderful Savior

September 16

O what a wonderful Savior,
In Jesus my Lord I have found!
Tho’ I had sins without number,
His grace unto me did abound.

When a poor sinner He found me,
No goodness to offer had I;
Often His law I had broken,
And merited naught but to die.

Nothing of merit possessing,
All helpless before Him I lay;
But in the precious blood flowing
He washed all my sin stains away.

In Him, my gracious Redeemer,
My Prophet, my Priest and my King,
Mercy I find and forgiveness;
My all to His keeping I bring.

How can I keep from rejoicing?
I’ll sing of the joy of my soul,
Praising the love of my Savior,
While years of eternity roll.

Chorus
His grace aboundeth more,
His grace aboundeth more;
Tho’ sin abounded in my heart,
His grace aboundeth more.
     Kate Ulmer

O stubborn will of mine that ever asks to see

September 15

O stubborn will of mine that ever asks to see,
To know and understand the way God leadeth me;
Since He omniscient is, in Him my trust shall be-
God’s promise is enough for me.

No need of heart or soul but in His Word I see
Some precious hope made known as if alone for me;
Then if the way be dark I’ll shout triumphantly,
God’s promise is enough for me.

Above the storms of life secure my soul shall sing,
While here in peace I rest beneath His mighty wing;
His Word my refuge is, to it my faith shall cling-
God’s promise is enough for me.

Chorus
God’s promise is enough for me,
Enough for me, enough for me;
I’ll ask no more that I may see-
God’s promise is enough for me.
     Mrs. C. H. Morris

Take time to be holy

September 14

Take time to be holy,
Speak oft with thy Lord;
Abide in Him always,
And feed on His Word.
Make friends of God’s children;
Help those who are weak;
Forgetting in nothing
His blessing to seek.

Take time to be holy,
The world rushes on;
Spend much time in secret
With Jesus alone-
By looking to Jesus,
Like Him thou shalt be;
Thy friends in thy conduct
His likeness shall see.

Take time to be holy,
Let Him be thy Guide,
And run not before Him,
Whatever betide;
In joy or in sorrow,
Still follow thy Lord,
And, looking to Jesus,
Still trust in His Word.

Take time to be holy,
Be calm in thy soul;
Each thought and each motive
Beneath His control;
Thus led by His Spirit
To fountains of love,
Thou soon shalt be fitted
For service above.
     W. D. Longstaff