3 We’ll bear the consecrated cross, Till from the cross we’re free; And then go home to wear the crown, For there’s a crown for me. Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above, The purchase of my Saviour’s love, For me at his appearing; O that’s the crown for me!
4 The saints shall hear the midnight cry; The Lord will then appear, And virgins rise with burning lamps, To meet him in the air; For there’s a home in heaven prepared, A house by saints and angels shared, Where Christ is interceding; O that’s the home for me!
890 8s, 7s & 4. Hope thou in God. Psalm 42:5
O my soul! what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness; Bid thy restless fears begone; Look to Jesus, And rejoice in his dear name.
2 What though Satan’s strong temptations Vex and grieve thee day by day And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay; Thou shalt conquer, Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood.
3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within, Jesus saith he’ll ne’er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin. He is faithful To perform his gracious word.
4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou treadest the thorny road; His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he’ll bring thee home to God, Therefore praise him, Praise the great Redeemer’s name.
5 O that I could now adore him Like the heavenly host above, Who for ever bow before him, And unceasing sing his love, Happy songsters! When shall I your chorus join?
891 8s, 7s & 4s. Under clouds.
Here behold me, as I cast me At thy throne, O glorious King! Tears fast thronging, child-like longing, Son of man to thee I bring. Let me find thee— Me, a poor and worthless thing.
2 Look upon me, Lord, I pray thee; Let thy Spirit dwell in mine: Thou hast sought me, thou hast bought me, Only thee to know I pine: Let me find thee— Take my heart and grant me thine.
3 Nought I ask for, nought I strive for, But thy grace, so rich and free, That thou givest whom thou lovest, And who truly cleave to thee; Let me find thee— He hath all things who hath thee.
4 Earthly treasure, mirth and pleasure, Glorious name or richest hoard Are but weary, void, and dreary, To the heart that longs for God: Let me find thee— I am ready, mighty Lord.
892 7s, 6s & 8s. You are not of the world. John 15:19.
The sun above us gleaming Is not the sun for me; Though joyful be his beaming, And beautiful to see; There is a Sun of Righteousness Who cheers and saves me by his grace, All copious on me streaming, O that’s the Sun for me.
2 The kings and lords of nations, Are not the kings for me; Too low their highest stations; Too mean their dignity: The King of kings and Lord of lords, Almighty in his ways and words, The word of his salvation, O that’s the king for me.
3 This house of death and mourning Is not the house for me, Where all to dust are turning, In tears and agony; But there’s a house not made with hands, It ever stood and ever stands, Beyond the world’s last burning; O that’s the house for me.
4 The wars the hero fights in, Are not the wars for me; The war my heart delights in, Shall end in victory; ’Tis not a war of flesh and blood; I fight for heaven, I fight for God, A kingdom with my rights in,— O that’s the war for me.
5 This land of sin and sorrow, Is not the land for me, Where anguish oft I borrow From dying company; Th’ immortal land is far away, I’ll enter it on some bright day, That day may be to-morrow— O that’s the land for me.
893 11s. Whereas I was blind, now I see. John. 9:25.
O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness, Hath chastened my wanderings and guided my way, Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness, And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.
2 Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair, I followed the rainbow—I caught at the toy; And still in displeasure thy goodness was there, Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy.
3 The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below; The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam; Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe; And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream.
4 So, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part, I turned to the refuge thy pity displayed; And still did this eager and credulous heart Weave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade.
5 I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven Would be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn; Thou showedst me the path, it was dark and uneven; All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn.
6 I dreamed of celestial reward and renown, I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave; I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown, I asked, and thou showedst me the cross and a grave!