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Dear Jesus, Ever At My Side

Author: Frederick W. Faber, 1814-1863 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16136 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Dear Je­sus! ev­er at my side Lyrics: 1 Dear Je­sus! ev­er at my side, How lov­ing Thou must be To leave Thy home in Heav’n to guard A lit­tle child like me. 2 Thy beau­ti­ful and shin­ing face I see not, though so near; The sweet­ness of Thy soft low voice I am too deaf to hear. 3 I can­not feel Thee touch my hand, With pres­sure light and mild, To check me, as my mo­ther did, When I was but a child. 4 But I have felt Thee in my thoughts, Rebuking sin for me; And when my heart loves God, I know The sweet­ness is from Thee. 5 And when, dear Sav­ior, I kneel down, Morning and night in pray­er, Something there is with­in my heart Which tells me Thou art there. 6 Yes, when I pray, Thou pray­est too— Thy pray­er is all for me; But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not, But watch­est pa­tient­ly, Languages: English Tune Title: WEEHAWKEN
Dear Jesus, Ever At My Side
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The Two Advents

Author: George W. Doane Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16195 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: He came not with His heav’nly crown, Lyrics: 1 He came not with His heav’nly crown, His scepter clad with power; His coming was in feebleness, The infant of an hour. A humble manger cradled first The virgin’s holy birth, And lowing herds companioned there The Lord of Heav’n and earth. 2 He came not in His robe of wrath, With arm outstretched to slay; But, on the darkling paths of earth, To pour celestial day, To guide in peace the wandering feet, The broken heart to bind; And bear upon the painful cross The sins of human kind. 3 And Thou hast borne them, Savior meek! And therefore unto Thee In humbleness and gratitude, Our hearts shall offered be; And greenly, as the festal bough That on Thy altar lies, Our souls, our bodies, all be Thine, A living sacrifice! 4 Yet once again Thy sign shall be Upon the heav’ns displayed, And earth and its inhabitants, Be terribly afraid; For not in weakness clad Thou com’st Our woes, our sins, to bear, But girt with all Thy Father’s might, His vengeance to declare. 5 The terrors of that awful day, Oh! who shall understand? Or who abide, when Thou in wrath Shall lift Thy holy hand? The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, The sun in heav’n grow pale, But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, Thy faithful shall not fail! 6 Then grant us, Savior! so to pass Our time in trembling here, That when, upon the clouds of heav’n, Thy glory shall appear, Uplifting high our joyful heads, In triumph we may rise, And enter, with Thy angel train, Thy temple in the skies! Languages: English Tune Title: BETHLEHEM
The Two Advents
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My Savior Journeys By My Side

Author: William C. Martin Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16354 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: The path that leads me to the throne Refrain First Line: My Sav­ior jour­neys by my side Lyrics: 1 The path that leads me to the throne They say is rough and steep; I do not tra­vel there alone, My Lord is there to keep. Refrain: My Sav­ior jour­neys by my side To keep me day by day; O, He will guard, and He will guide, And bless me all the way. 2 Before I reach my home on high, I’ll pass where sor­rows dwell; But since I have my Sav­ior nigh, I know that all is well. [Refrain] 3 Before me are the sha­dows deep, The val­ley and the gloam; But ev­en there the Lord will keep And lead me safe­ly home. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: CÚCATA
My Savior Journeys By My Side
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I Sojourn In A Vale Of Tears

Author: John Mason Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16405 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: I so­journ in a vale of tears Lyrics: 1 I so­journ in a vale of tears, Alas, how can I sing? My harp doth on the wil­lows hang, Distuned in ev­ery string. My mu­sic is a cap­tive’s chain, Harsh sounds my ears do fill; How shall I sing sweet Sion’s song On this side Si­on’s hill? 2 Yet lo! I hear a joy­ful sound, "Surely I quick­ly come"; Each word much swee­tness doth dis­till Like swell­ing ho­ney­comb. And dost Thou come, my dear­est Lord? And dost Thou sure­ly come? And dost Thou sure­ly, quick­ly come? Methinks I am at home. 3 Come then, my dear­est, dear­est Lord, My sweet­est, tru­est friend; Come, for I loathe these Ke­dar tents, Thy fie­ry char­iots send. What have I here? My thoughts and joys Are all packed up and gone; My ea­ger soul would fol­low them To Thine eter­nal throne. 4 What have I in this bar­ren land? My Je­sus is not here; Mine eyes will ne’er be blest un­til My Je­sus doth ap­pear. My Je­sus is gone up to Heav’n, To make a place for me; For ’tis His will that where He is There should His ser­vants be. 5 I Ca­naan view from Pis­gah’s top, Of Ca­naan’s grapes I taste; My Lord, who sends un­to me here, Will send for me at last. I have a God who chang­eth not, Why should I be per­plexed? The God who owns me in this world, Will own me in the next. 6 Go fearl­ess then, my soul, with God Into ano­ther room; Thou who hast walk­èd with Him here Go see thy God at home. View death with a be­liev­ing eye, It hath an an­gel’s face; And this kind an­gel will es­cort Thee to an an­gel’s place. 7 The grave is but a cru­ci­ble Unto be­liev­ing eyes; For there the flesh shall lose its dross, And like the sun shall rise. The world, which I have known too well Hath mocked me with its lies; How glad­ly would I leave be­hind Its vex­ing va­ni­ties! 8 My dear­est friends now dwell above, Them will I go to see; And all my friends in Christ be­low Will soon come af­ter me. Fear not the trump’s earth-rend­ing sound; Dread not the Day of Doom, For He that is to be thy judge, Thy Sav­ior is become. 9 Blest be my God that gives me light, Who in the dark did grope; Blest be my God, the God of love, Who cause­th me to hope. Here is Word’s sig­net, com­fort’s staff, And here is grace’s chain; By these Thy pledg­es, Lord, I know My hopes are not in vain. Languages: English Tune Title: KINGSFOLD
I Sojourn In A Vale Of Tears
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The Angels' Song

Author: Worth Andrews Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16428 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Quickly the bright an­gel­ic host Refrain First Line: "Glory to God!" the an­gels sing Lyrics: 1 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic host, Descends from Heav’n to earth; Gladly, where man in sin is lost, They tell a Sav­ior’s birth. Refrain: "Glory to God!" the an­gels sing, Nor shall their song be vain; "Glory to God!" shall sweet­ly ring, Till earth shall catch the strain. 2 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic throng Still carry tid­ings sweet; Gladly they bear the soul along, Up to the mer­cy seat. [Refrain] 3 Quickly the bright an­gel­ic wing The dist­ant az­ure cleave; Gladly the heav’n­ly arch­es ring, When souls re­pent and live. [Refrain] 4 Quickly the tid­ings pass along, From earth to Heav’ns high dome; Gladly bright ser­aphs join the song, When pro­di­gals come home. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: LUDWIGSHAFEN
The Angels' Song
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In Life's Quiet Hours

Author: F. Morton Sims Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16452 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Often while in me­di­ta­tion Refrain First Line: In life’s qui­et hours I find Him Lyrics: 1 Often while in me­di­ta­tion On His love so free, Comes mes­sage from my Fa­ther Spoken just to me. Refrain: In life’s qui­et hours I find Him Waiting for my call, It is there He meets me, greets me, Holds me lest I fall. 2 Or it may be I have strug­gled Thro’ some tri­al sore; When my strug­gling turns to trust­ing, Lo, the tri­al is o’er. [Refrain] 3 Or per­chance while I am wait­ing Still on bend­ed knee, Comes a qui­et re­ve­la­tion Of His love for me. [Refrain] 4 At my work or in my clo­set— Almost any­where, If in qui­et­ness I list­en I find Je­sus there. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: TARTUS
In Life's Quiet Hours
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Ye Golden Lamps Of Heaven, Farewell

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16491 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Ye gold­en lamps of heav’n! fare­well Lyrics: 1 Ye gold­en lamps of heav’n! fare­well With all your fee­ble light; Farewell, thou ever chang­ing moon, Pale em­press of the night! And thou, re­ful­gent orb of day, In bright­er flames ar­rayed! My soul, which springs be­yond thy sphere, No more de­mands thine aid. 2 Ye stars are but the shin­ing dust Of my di­vine ab­ode, The pave­ment of those heav’n­ly courts Where I shall reign with God. The Fa­ther of eter­nal light Shall there His beams dis­play; Nor shall one mo­ment’s dark­ness mix With that un­var­ied day. 3 No more the drops of pierc­ing grief Shall swell in­to mine eyes; Nor the me­ri­di­an sun de­cline Amidst those bright­er skies. There all the mill­ions of His saints Shall in one song unite, And each the bliss of all shall share With in­fi­nite de­light. Languages: English Tune Title: FALLS CITY
Ye Golden Lamps Of Heaven, Farewell
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Few, Few And Evil Are Thy Days

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16512 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Few, few and ev­il are thy days Lyrics: 1 Few, few and ev­il are thy days, Man, of a wo­man born; Peril and trou­ble haunt thy ways; Forth, like a flow­er at morn, The ten­der in­fant springs to light, Youth blos­soms to the breeze, Age, wi­ther­ing age, is cropt ere night; Man like a sha­dow flees. 2 And dost Thou look on such a one? Will God to judgment call A worm, for what a worm hath done Against the Lord of all? As fail the wa­ters from the deep, As sum­mer-brooks run dry, Man li­eth down in dream­less sleep, His life is va­ni­ty. 3 Man li­eth down, no more to wake, Till yon­der arc­hing sphere Shall, with a roll of thun­der, break, And na­ture dis­ap­pear. O hide me, till Thy wrath be past, Thou who canst slay or save! Hide me, where hope may an­chor fast, In my Re­deem­er’s grave. Languages: English Tune Title: TRUMAN
Few, Few And Evil Are Thy Days
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God's Grace

Author: Robert B. Whitaker Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16602 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: I am not what I ought to be Lyrics: 1 I am not what I ought to be, The Word of God re­veals; I am not what I might have been, My heart with­in me feels. I am not what I’ll sure­ly be When I be­hold His face, But what I am, I am thro’ Him, And onl­y by His grace. 2 If there is any good in me, It is not of my own; If there is any grace it is The grace of God alone. My fault is mine, I blame it not On any­one be­side; The sin is mine, the grace alone Is His, the Cru­ci­fied. 3 I trem­ble when I see my­self, The man I might have been; I dare not count im­pos­si­ble The deep­est depths of sin. The mean­est mortal whom I meet, However how he be, But for the sav­ing grace of God, Might thus have been with me. 4 I know that God has more for me Than I have ev­er dreamed, Tho’ I be count­ed least among The hosts of the re­deemed. But whe­ther much or lit­tle of That bless­ed­ness be mine, I dare not count it mer­it­ed, ’Tis all of grace di­vine. 5 God’s grace is all my con­fi­dence, His good­ness all my stay; I stand up­on His prom­is­es— He will not say me nay. I trust no arm of flesh to save, No mer­it of my own, My faith ab­id­eth ev­er in The grace of God alone. Languages: English Tune Title: MONTERÍA
God's Grace
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My Home In Heaven

Author: M. M. Bain Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16660 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Although to me no qui­et home Lyrics: 1 Although to me no qui­et home In this world may be giv’n, So sweet­ly still the whis­pers come, I have a home in Heav’n; A home for me was pur­chased there With Christ’s own pre­cious blood, That I with Him its bliss might share Forever with my God. 2 And if for­ev­er with my God My rap­tured soul shall be, When o’er this wea­ry path I’ve trod, What are its toils to me? No more I’ll grieve at pre­sent pain, But on­ward urge my way, Until the heav’n­ly bliss I gain, Which lasts thro’ end­less day. 3 Though wea­ry oft and much op­pressed, Because of tri­als sore, I’ll on His bless­èd pro­mise rest, Till tri­als are no more, And when eter­nal years have fled, Still all my song shall be, To Him who for my ran­som bled, To Him who died for me. Languages: English Tune Title: SAN PATRICIO
My Home In Heaven

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