Peace, be still!

In this night of sorrow bow;

Oh, my heart, contend not thou;

What befalls is God's own will;

Peace, be still!

2 Hold thee still!

Tho' the Father scourge thee sore,

Cling thou to him all the more;

Let him mercy's work fulfill;

Hold thee still!

3 Lord, my God!

Give me grace, that I may be

Thy true child, and silently

Own thy scepter and thy rod;

Lord, my God!

4 Shepherd mine!

From thy fullness give me still

Faith to do and bear thy will

Till the morning light shall shine;

Shepherd mine!

Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,

Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;

Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,

Fatherland, home of the soul.

2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast

Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;"

Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above,

Rest in the light of his love.

3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,

Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;

Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,

Rest on the beautiful shore.

As fade the stars at morn away,

Their glory gone in perfect day,

So pass away the friends we love,

Their presence lost in worlds above,

While we o'er their slumbers are weeping.

2 As sink the stars when night is o'er,

To rise upon some other shore,

So sink our precious ones from sight,

In other skies to walk in light,

While we sorrow's vigils are keeping.

3 No more in east, or in the west,

Fade they from sight, or sink to rest;

Fixed firm in that celestial air,

They radiant shine eternal there;

Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.

Midst sorrow and care

There's one that is near,

And ever delights to relieve us.

2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend,

On whom we depend

For life and for all its rich blessings.

3 When trouble assails,

His love never fails;

He meets us with sweet consolation.

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come,

To take thy ransomed people home,

Shall I among them stand?

Shall such a worthless worm as I,

Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now,

Before thy feet with them to bow,

Though vilest of them all;

But--can I bear the piercing thought?--

What if my name should be left out,

When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;

Be thou my only hiding-place,

In this th' accepted day;

Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,

To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 And when the final trump shall sound,

Among thy saints let me be found,

To bow before thy face;

Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,

While heaven's resounding mansions ring

With praise of sovereign grace.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,

Between two boundless seas I stand,--

Yet how insensible!

A point of time--a moment's space--

Removes me to yon heavenly place,

Or shuts me up in hell!

2 O God! my inmost soul convert,

And deeply on my thoughtless heart

Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,

And save me, ere it be too late!

Wake me to righteousness.

3 Be this my one great business here,

With holy trembling, holy fear,

To make my calling sure;

Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,

To suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure!

4 Then Savior! then my soul receive,

Transported from the earth, to live

And reign with thee above;

Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,

And hope, in full supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

That awful day will surely come,

Th' appointed hour makes haste,

When I must stand before the Judge

And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,

Thou Sovereign of my heart,

How could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove,

And fix my dreadful station where

I must not taste his love!

4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name

Is graven on thy hands;

Show me some promise in thy book

Where my salvation stands.

And must I be to judgment brought,

And answer in that day,

For every vain and idle thought,

And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart

Shall shortly be made known,

And I receive my just desert

For all that I have done.

3 How careful then I ought to live!

With what religious fear,

Who such a strict account must give

For my behavior here.

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,

The watchful power bestow;

So shall I to my ways take heed,

To all I speak or do.

Jerusalem, the golden,

With milk and honey blest!

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed:

I know not, oh, I know not,

What social joys are there,

What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare.

2 They stand, those halls of Zion,

All jubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel,

And all the martyr throng;

The Prince is ever in them,

The daylight is serene;

The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

3 There is the throne of David;

And there, from care released,

The song of them that triumph,

The shout of them that feast;

And they who, with their Leader,

Have conquered in the light,

Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white.

For thee, O dear, dear country,

Mine eyes their vigils keep;

For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep.

The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,

And medicine in sickness,

And love, and life, and rest.

2 Oh, sweet and blessed country,

The home of God's elect!

Oh, sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect!

Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest.

The sands of time are wasting,

The dawn of heaven breaks;

The summer morn I've sighed for,

The fair, sweet morn awakes.

Oh, dark hath been the midnight,

But day-spring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,

The deep, sweet well of love;

The streams of earth I've tasted,

More deep I'll drink above.

There, to an ocean fullness,

His mercy doth expand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh, I am my Beloved's,

And my Beloved's mine;

He brings a poor, vile sinner

Into his house divine.

Upon the Rock of Ages

My soul, redeemed, shall stand,

Where glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

Jerusalem, the glorious!

The glory of th' elect,--

O dear and future vision

That eager hearts expect!

Ev'n now by faith I see thee,

Ev'n here thy walls discern;

To thee my thoughts are kindled,

And strive, and pant, and yearn!

2 The cross is all thy splendor,

The Crucified, thy praise;

His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise;--

Jerusalem! exulting

On that securest shore,

I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,

And love thee evermore!

3 O sweet and blessed country!

Shall I e'er see thy face?

O sweet and blessed country!

Shall I e'er win thy grace?--

Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part;

His only, his forever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art!

There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides,

This heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea,

And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

3 O could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes--

Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear

And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,

And fiery darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage.

And face a frowning world.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come

Let storms of sorrow fall--

So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all.

There I shall bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

Jerusalem! my glorious home!

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labors have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths have no end?

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?

Or feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.

Jerusalem! my glorious home!

My soul still pants for thee;

Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

Oh, think of the home over there,

By the side of the river of light,

Where the saints all immortal and fair,

Are robed in their garments of white.

REF.--Over there, over there,

Oh, think of the home over there;

Over there, over there, over there,

Oh, think of the home over there.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there,

Who before us the journey have trod,

Of the songs that they breathe on the air.

In their home in the palace of God.

REF.--Over there, over there,

Oh, think of the friends over there;

Over there, over there, over there,

Oh, think of the friends over there.

3 My Savior is now over there,

There my kindred and friends are at rest;

Then away from my sorrow and care,

Let me fly to the land of the blest.

REF.--Over there, over there,

My Savior is now over there;

Over there, over there, over there,

My Savior is now over there.

4 I'll soon be at home over there,

For the end of my journey I see;

Many dear to my heart, over there,

Are watching and waiting for me.

REF.--Over there, over there,

I'll soon be at home over there;

Over there, over there, over there,

I'll soon be at home over there.

There's a land that is fairer than day

And by faith we can see it afar;

For the Father waits over the way,

To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

CHO.--In the sweet by and by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore;

In the sweet by and by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore

The melodious songs of the blest,

And our spirits shall sorrow no more,

Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above

We will offer the tribute of praise,

For the glorious gift of his love.

And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,

In the joys of the saved we shall share;

All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er,

And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.

5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign,

In the land where the saved never die;

We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain,

Safe at home in the sweet by and by.

In the Christian's home in glory,

There remains a land of rest;

There my Savior's gone before me

To fulfill my soul's request.

CHO.--There is rest for the weary,

There is rest for the weary,

There is rest for the weary,

There is rest for you.

On the other side of Jordan,

In the sweet fields of Eden,

Where the tree of life is blooming,

There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion,

Which eternally shall stand.

For my stay shall not be transient,

In that holy, happy land.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,

Grief nor woe my lot shall share;

But, in that celestial center,

I a crown of life shall wear.

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished

And his sting shall be withdrawn;

Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed

Hail with joy the rising morn

5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory

Shout your triumph as you go;

Zion's gate will open for you,

You shall find an entrance through.

This is not my place of resting,--

Mine's a city yet to come;

Onward to it I am hasting--

On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory;

O'er it shines a nightless day;

Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse hath passed away;

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us

By the streams of life along--

On the freshest pastures feeds us,

Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,

Soon we bid farewell to pain;

Never more are sad or weary,

Never, never sin again!

There is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wand'rers giv'n;

There is a joy for souls distressed,

A balm for ev'ry wounded breast--

'Tis found above--in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed,

'Tis fair as breath of even;

A couch for weary mortals spread,

Where they may rest the aching head,

And find repose--in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driv'n;

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear--but heav'n.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,

To brighter prospects giv'n;

And views the tempest passing by,

The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene--in heav'n.

My heavenly home is bright and fair;

Nor pain nor death can enter there;

Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine;

That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

CHO.--I'm going home, I'm going home,

I'm going home to die no more,

To die no more, to die no more,

I'm going home to die no more.

2 My Father's house is built on high;

Far, far above the starry sky;

When from this earthly prison free,

That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

3 Let others seek a home below,

Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow,

Be mine a happier lot, to own

A heavenly mansion near the throne.

4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,

And sun and moon refuse to shine

All nature sink and cease to be,

That heavenly mansion stands for me.

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,

How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;

To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,

And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

CHO.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home!

Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,

And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease,

Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,

I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,

Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;

Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam,

All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,

Oh, give me submission and strength as my day,

In all my afflictions to thee would I come,

Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

We shall meet beyond the river,

By and by, by and by;

And the darkness shall be over,

By and by, by and by;

With the toilsome journey done,

And the glorious battle won,

We shall shine forth as the sun,

By and by, by and by.

2 We shall strike the harps of glory,

By and by, by and by;

We shall sing redemption's story.

By and by, by and by;

And the strains for evermore

Shall resound in sweetness o'er

Yonder everlasting shore,

By and by, by and by.

3 We shall see and be like Jesus,

By and by, by and by;

Who a crown of life will give us,

By and by, by and by;

And the angels who fulfill

All the mandates of his will

Shall attend, and love us still,

By and by, by and by.

4 There our tears shall all cease flowing,

By and by, by and by;

And with sweetest rapture knowing,

By and by, by and by;

All the blest ones who have gone

To the land of life and song,--

We with shoutings shall rejoin,

By and by, by and by.

I saw a way-worn trav'ler,

In tattered garments clad,

And struggling up the mountain,

It seemed that he was sad;

His back was laden heavy,

His strength was almost gone,

Yet he shouted as he journeyed,

Deliverance will come.

REF.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,

Palms of victory I shall wear.

2 The summer sun was shining,

The sweat was on his brow,

His garments worn and dusty,

His step seemed very slow;

But he kept pressing onward,

For he was wending home;

Still shouting as he journeyed,

Deliverance will come.

3 The songsters in the arbor

That stood beside the way

Attracted his attention,

Inviting his delay;

His watchword being "Onward,"

He stopped his ears and run,

Still shouting as he journeyed,

Deliverance will come.

4 I saw him in the evening,

The sun was bending low,

He'd overtopped the mountain

And reached the vale below;

He saw the golden city,--

His everlasting home,--

And shouted loud, Hosanna,

Deliverance will come!

5 While gazing on that city,

Just o'er the narrow flood,

A band of holy angels

Came from the throne of God;

They bore him on their pinions

Safe o'er the dashing foam,

And joined him in his triumph,--

Deliverance has come!

6 I heard the song of triumph

They sang upon that shore,

Saying, Jesus has redeemed us

To suffer nevermore:

Then, casting his eyes backward

On the race which he had run,

He shouted loud, Hosanna,

Deliverance has come!

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,

The far away home of the soul;

Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,

While the years of eternity roll.

2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams

Its bright jasper walls I can see;

Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes

Between the fair city and me.

3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me,

Where Jesus of Nazareth stands,

The King of all kingdoms forever is he,

And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.

4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,

So free from all sorrow and pain;

With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,

To meet one another again.

"Forever with the Lord!"

Amen, so let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word,

'Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day's march nearer home;

Nearer home, nearer home,

A day's march nearer home.

2 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's aspiring eye

Thy golden gates appear.

Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love;

The bright inheritance of saints--

Jerusalem above;

Home above, home above,

Jerusalem above.

3 Yet doubts still intervene,

And all my comfort flies;

Like Noah's dove, I flit between

Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The wind and waters cease,

While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart

Expands the bow of peace;

Bow of peace, bow of peace,

Expands the bow of peace.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.

CHO.--We will rest in the fair and happy land,

Just across on the evergreen shore,

Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,

And dwell with Jesus evermore.

2 O'er all those wide-extended plains

Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns

And scatters night away.

3 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?

4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul

Would here no longer stay;

Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,

Fearless I'd launch away.

Shall we gather at the river

Where bright angel feet have trod;

With its crystal tide forever

Flowing by the throne of God.

CHO.--Yes, we'll gather at the river,

The beautiful, the beautiful river,--

Gather with the saints at the river

That flows by the throne of God.

2 On the margin of the river

Washing up its silver spray,

We will walk and worship ever,

All the happy, golden day.

3 Ere we reach the shining river

Lay we ev'ry burden down;

Grace our spirits will deliver,

And provide a robe and crown.

4 At the smiling of the river

Mirror of the Savior's face,

Saints whom death will never sever

Lift their songs of saving grace.

5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,

Soon our pilgrimage will cease;

Soon our happy hearts will quiver

With the melody of peace.

Oh, I often sit and ponder,

When the sun is sinking low,

Where shall yonder future find me?

Does but God in heaven know?

Shall I be among the living?

Shall I be among the free?

Wheresoe'er my path be leading,

Savior, keep my heart with thee.

CHO.--Oh, the future lies before me,

And I know not where I'll be;

But where'er my path be leading,

Savior, keep my heart with thee.

2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus,

Whilst he leads me by the hand,

And to those around be saying,

Come and join this happy band?

Come, for all things now are ready,

Come, his faithful foll'wer be;

Oh, where'er my path be leading,

Savior, keep my heart with thee.

3 But perhaps my work for Jesus

Soon in future may be done,

All my earthly trials ended,

And my crown in heaven won;

Then forever with the ransomed

Thro' eternity I'd be

Chanting hymns to him who bo't me

With his blood, shed on a tree.

The evening shades are falling,

The sun is sinking fast;

The Holy One is calling,

We're going home at last.

CHO.--Going home at last;

Going home at last;

The march will soon be over,

We're going home at last.

2 The road's been long and dreary,

The toils came thick and fast;

In body weak and weary,

Were going home at last.

3 We now are nearing heaven,

And soon shall be at rest;

Our crowns will soon be given,

We're going home at last.

4 Oh, praise the Lord forever,

Our sorrows are all past;

We'll part no more, no, never;

We are at home at last.

I think when I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,

How he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

REF.--I should like to have been with them then;

I should like to have been with them then;

How he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,

His arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

REF.--"Let the little ones come unto me,"

"Let the little ones come unto me,"

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in his love;

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

I shall see him and hear him above.

REF.--I shall see him and hear him above,

I shall see him and hear him above,

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

I shall see him and hear him above.

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,

Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod,

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r.

And stormy passions rage.

God of the universe! to thee

This sacred house we rear,

And now, with songs and bended knee,

Invoke thy presence here.

2 Long may this echoing dome resound

The praises of thy name,

These hallowed walls to all around

The Triune God proclaim.

3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;

Thy glory here make known;

Thy people's home, oh! come and fill,

And seal it as thine own.

4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn

Upon the just shall rise,

May all who own thee here be borne

To mansions in the skies.

Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest;

Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,

Thus to be owned and blest.

2 Enter with all thy glorious train.

Thy Spirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain

Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,

Here let thy praise be spread;

Bless the provisions of thy house

And fill thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's Anointed shine;

Justice and truth his court maintain

With love and power divine.

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,

And as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honors shall adorn his crown.

And shame confound his foes.

'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,

To raise the dead to life,

The lost inebriate to reclaim

From passion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought,

How widely roll its waves!

How many myriads hath it brought

To fill dishonored graves!

3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still

Are maddened by the bowl,

Led captive at the tyrant's will,

In bondage heart and soul!

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!

And break the galling chain;

Deliverance to the captive bring,

And end th' usurper's reign.

5 The cause of Temperance is thine own,

Our plans and efforts bless;

We trust, O Lord! in thee alone

To crown them with success.

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,

While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?

Do you note his rising pow'r,

Growing bolder ev'ry hour?

Will he not our land devour while you stand?

CHO.--Let us arise, all unite!

Let us arise in our might!

Let us arise! speak for God and the right.

Tho' our numbers may be few,

God will lead us grandly thro'

And our arms with strength endue by his might.

2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?

Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r?

Mark you not the mother's sigh?

Hear you not the children's cry?

See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?

3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?

Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.

Thousands perish while you wait,

While you counsel and debate;

Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,

Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!

Counting cost, no longer wait;

Forward, manhood of the state!

For in God your strength is great for the right.