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O heavenly land beyond the sun!

Hymnal: HEC #176 (1913) Meter: 8.3.8.3.8.8.3 Lyrics: O heavenly land beyond the sun! Far away; Where pilgrims rest, their wanderings done, Far away; Where sin and sorrow, grief and pain, Shall ne'er afflict the soul again, Far away. O heavenly land of promise sweet! Far away; Where Christ and His redeemed shall meet, Far away; Where love and peace shall fill the heart, And joy respond in every part, Far away. 177 O blessed land where Jesus is! Far away; Where all shall come He claims as His Far away; The pure in heart, the meek, are there, And oh, that land is passing fair! Far away. O blessed land beyond the sun! Far away; I'll share thy joys when earth is done, Far away; Lord Jesus, fit me by Thy grace, And in Thy love prepare a place, Far away. Languages: English

There is no friend like Jesus

Hymnal: HEC #178 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: There is no friend like Jesus, So constant and so kind; He heals the wounded spirit, And calms the troubled mind. The hungry soul He feedeth With manna from His store; And of His living water We drink to thirst no more. When weary is our journey, And heavy is our load, This constant Friend is with us, To cheer our toilsome road. 179 When bright our path and joyous, And sunshine floods the way, Our joy He renders tenfold More joyous every day. There is no friend like Jesus, So constant is His love; The earth has seen His kindness, 'Twill be enjoyed above. Through death's dark vale He'll lead us-- That vale He passed before; With life immortal clothe us, To be unclothed no more. And in that land the fairest, With joys that never end, Our Lord shall stand supremely, Our true and constant Friend. Languages: English

When I heard the Saviour calling

Hymnal: HEC #180 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: When I heard the Saviour calling Weary, burdened souls to rest-- "'Tis the voice of love that calleth, I will honour His behest;" And I found repose from sorrow, Leaning on my Saviour's breast. Weary souls, all upward toiling, Have ye sorrow for your care? Wherefore bend beneath the burden Which your Lord will gladly share? He can bear your weight of sorrow, Who the cross to Calvary bare. Seek not rest in worldly promise; Worldly rest hath troubled dreams; Not so true the world's fulfilment, As at first the promise seems. He who tastes the Living Water Thirsts not after other streams. 181 Hear the voice of Jesus calling, Take the burden He bestows, 'Tis a load, the more you bear it, Lighter and yet lighter grows; And at length the faithful bearer Finds an undisturbed repose. Languages: English

I would not have a hand to guide

Hymnal: HEC #182 (1913) Meter: 8.3.8.8.3 Lyrics: I would not have a hand to guide But Thine; For Thou hast trod where sinners stray, And knowest well life's troubled way, And mine. I would not have a will to rule But Thine; For Thou art wise as Thou art good, And none can better choose what should Be mine. Oh, I would tread the sorest path For Thee; For Thou canst make the roughest plain, Give joy for grief, and calm the pain For me. Languages: English

O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice

Hymnal: HEC #183 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice, No music sweeter to my ear; It tells my drooping heart to hope, For Thou art near. Speak when the tempest fiercely blows, Bid Thou its angry raging cease; For where Thy voice is heard, there reigns Eternal peace. Speak when the clouds in dusky folds Hide from mine eyes the noontide sun; For when Thy voice proclaims Thy will, Thy will is done. O Jesus, let Thy voice be heard In stilly eve and buoyant morn; And let the peace it brings, each day My life adorn. Languages: English

Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide--

Hymnal: HEC #184 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide-- The hour to meditation dear; And set the cares of life aside, For God is near. Oh, let a thankful spirit tell The wonders of His heavenly grace, The love that loves us, all too well, Who spurn His grace. Amid our daily life He bears Our cold despite and thankless scorn; As if He gave not rest at eve, And joy at morn. 185 Thou gav'st me, Lord, at early morn, A gift unsullied, for my care; Another day, I might adorn With graces rare. I dare not tell it to my God But oh, that gift's no longer bright; He gave it with the charm of morn, And now 'tis night. O God, 'tis well at eventide, The hour for meditation given, To know we're welcome at Thy side-- Foretaste of heaven. For oh, one precious day misspent, Is all too great a load to bear; But I will lay it at Thy feet, And leave it there. Languages: English

We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread

Hymnal: HEC #186 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread A table for Thy people here; Where we may taste the Living Bread, And feel Thy blessed presence near. Here, where Thy people meet, Thou art; We hear Thy voice in accents sweet; Thy blood is wine to fainting heart, Thy flesh to hungry spirits meat. Oh, help us, Lord, to feast with joy Upon the bounties of Thy grace; Here may no anxious thoughts annoy, Here may we see Thy loving face. 187 O Christ, who, in Thy love untold, Didst give Thyself to death for man, Here at Thy table, Lord, unfold The beauty of Redemption's plan. Oh, send Thy Spirit to our aid-- That Spirit promised long ago, When first the solemn feast was laid, Even in the valley of Thy woe. And let Him bring sweet comfort near, And when we see the thorn-decked brow, We may remember He who died Is crowned with life immortal now. Languages: English

Hark the voice of angels

Hymnal: HEC #188 (1913) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5 Lyrics: Hark the voice of angels. Listen to their praise; Christ the Lord of glory Is their song always; Never are they weary, Ever do they sing, For they dwell in Zion, And they love its King. Hark! they tell the glory Of the heavenly King; Glad their hearts to serve Him, Glad the praise they bring. Hark! the voice of children, In the heavenly throng; And they praise the Saviour, With a sweeter song; For He died to save them, In His matchless love, And rejoicing brought them To His home above. 189 Hark! they tell the wonders Of redeeming grace; Dwelling in the sunshine Of the Saviour's face. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go; Faint our youthful praises, Sweeter yet we'll sing, When we reach the palace Of the heavenly King. Hark! the voice of children, Singing here below-- Pilgrims on a journey, Up to Zion we go. Hail the smile of morning! Hills and valleys sing, Sunlight is adorning Every pleasant thing; 190 Not a note of sadness Mars the tuneful lay; Melody of gladness Greets the coming day. Lend your gleeful voices, Children, to the lay; Morn of life rejoices, As the morn of day. Love is like the morning, Smiling from the hills; All our life adorning, Banishing our ills; In the love that greets us, Every opening day, God our Father meets us, Smiling on our way. Let our hearts adoring, God of love adore; Aye His grace imploring That we love Him more. Languages: English

O, come in early morning

Hymnal: HEC #191 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: O, come in early morning, The Saviour's heart is kind; And they who seek Him early, Are ever sure to find; They cannot miss the pathway, When all around is bright; They lose the path and stumble, Who tarry till the night. Oh, come in early morning, The dew is on the flower, There's laughter in the woodland, And music in the bower; The world is full of gladness, And sings the Maker's praise, There's not a note of sadness, To mar the matin lays. Oh, come in early morning, The sun is climbing high; And all the world is smiling, Beneath a cloudless sky; 192 There's not a piping blackbird, But sings with lusty glee; There's not a little lambkin, But frolics on the lea. Oh, come in early morning, It cannot aye be bright, The night shall fold its curtains, And hide the joyous light; And gloom, and grief, and sadness, Shall be in every song; Oh, come in early morning, And serve Him all day long. Oh, come in early morning, Oh, come with laughing eye, Oh, come with pulses bounding, And hope that's soaring high; The joy of morn shall linger Throughout a joyous day, And in the night the gladness No gloom shall chase away. Languages: English