In heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear,

And safe is such confiding,

For nothing changes here,

The storm may roar without me,

My heart may low be laid,

But God is round about me,--

And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me,

No want shall turn me back:

My Shepherd is beside me,

And nothing can I lack;

His wisdom ever waketh,

His sight is never dim,

He knows the way he taketh,

And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me,

Which yet I have not seen;

Bright skies will soon be o'er me,

Where darkest clouds have been;

My hope I cannot measure,

My path to life is free;

My Savior has my treasure,

And he will walk with me.

Sometimes a light surprises

The Christian while he sings:

It is the Lord who rises

With healing on his wings;

When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again

A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue

The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new:

Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,

Let the unknown to-morrow

Bring with it what it may.

"There shall be showers of blessing;"

This is the promise of love;

There shall be seasons refreshing,

Sent from the Savior above.

CHO.--Showers, showers of blessing,

Showers of blessing we need;

Mercy-drops round us are falling,

But for the showers we plead.

2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"--

Precious reviving again;

Over the hills and the valleys,

Sound of abundance of rain.

3 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Send them upon us, O Lord!

Grant to us now a refreshing,

Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Oh, that to-day they might fall,

Now as to God we're confessing,

Now as on Jesus we call!

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!

I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!

O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,

And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

CHO.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,

Sing of his mighty love,

Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!

No longer in dread condemnation I pine:

In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,

Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!

No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;

No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;

No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!

My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King;

My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave,

And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.

CHO.--As pants the hart for cooling streams,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;

Oh, when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,

When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise,

And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?

Trust God, and thou shalt sing

His praise again, and find him still

Thy health's eternal spring.

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,

Hide thou me;

When the fitful tempest rages,

Hide thou me;

Where no mortal arm can sever

From my heart thy love forever,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure

Hide thou me;

Thou, my soul's eternal treasure,

Hide thou me;

When the world its power is wielding,

And my heart is almost yielding,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow,

Hide thou me;

Till in glory dawns the morrow,

Hide thou me;

In the sight of Jordan's billow,

Let thy bosom be my pillow,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know

That fellowship of love,

His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find

Thy heart made truly his,

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,

In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb

No fearful shade shall wear;

Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see

Thy path, though thorny, bright,

For God by grace shall dwell in thee,

And God himself is light.

My Father is rich in houses and lands.

He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!

Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,

His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

CHO.--I'm the child of a King,

The child of a King,

With Jesus, my Savior,

I'm the child of a King.

2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair,

Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share:

But now he is reigning forever on high,

He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth,

A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth!

But I've been "adopted," my name's written down:

An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?

They're building a palace for me over there!

Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:

All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

Amid the trials which I meet,

Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,

One thought remains supremely sweet,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

CHO.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,

What need I fear when thou art near,

And thinkest, Lord, of me.

2 The cares of life come thronging fast

Upon my soul their shadow cast;

Their gloom reminds my heart at last,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,

Let life be bright or dark with woe,

I am content, for this I know,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,

Who loving, lov'st them to the end,

On this alone my hopes depend

That thou wilt plead for me.

CHO.--O Savior, plead for me,

O Savior, plead for me,

On this alone my hopes depend

That thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race,

Far off appears my resting place,

And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,

Then, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray,

Afar from thine and wisdom's way,

And see no glimmering, guiding ray,

Still, Savior, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,

Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,

Then with thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,

Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,

Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me.

I cannot always trace the way

Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;

But I can always, always say,

That God is love, that God is love.

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings

O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,

As to her native home, upsprings,

For God is love, for God is love.

3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,

I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove;

In this my soul sweet comfort hath,

That God is love, that God is love.

4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this

Can every gloomy thought remove,

And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,

For God is love, for God is love.

God is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade.

Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled

Down to the deep, and buried there;

Convulsions shake the solid world;--

Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode:--

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,--

That all our raging fear controls:

Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

Faith is a living pow'r from heaven

Which grasps the promise God has given;

Securely fixed on Christ alone,

A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need

To save and strengthen, guide and feed;

Strong in his grace, it joys to share

His cross, in hope his crown to wear.

3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace,

And bids the mourner's sighing cease;

By faith the children's right we claim,

And call upon our Father's name.

4 Such faith in us, O God, implant,

And to our prayers thy favor grant;

In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son,

Who is our fount of health alone.

My God, my Father, while I stray

Far from my home, in life's rough way,

Oh, teach me from my heart to say,

"Thy will be done!"

2 If thou should'st call me to resign

What most I prize--it ne'er was mine--

I only yield thee what was thine--

"Thy will be done!"

3 If but my fainting heart be blest

With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,

My God! to thee I leave the rest--

"Thy will be done!"

4 Renew my will from day to day;

Blend it with thine, and take away

All that now makes it hard to say,

"Thy will be done!"

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more

The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before,

I'll sing upon a happier shore,

"Thy will be done!"

Oh! what, if we are Christ's,

Is earthly shame or loss?

Bright shall the crown of glory be

When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,

Bitter the cup of woe,

When martyred saints, baptized in blood,

Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,

Where, on the bosom of their God,

They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord! may that grace be ours,

Like them, in faith, to bear

All that of sorrow, grief, or pain

May be our portion here.

The Lord my Shepherd is;

I shall be well supplied:

Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows,

Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me, in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

Here I can firmly rest;

I dare to boast of this,

That God, the highest and the best,

My Friend and Father is.

2 Naught have I of my own,

Naught in the life I lead;

What Christ hath given, that alone

I dare in faith to plead.

3 I rest upon the ground

Of Jesus and his blood;

It is through him that I have found

My soul's eternal good.

4 At cost of all I have,

At cost of life and limb,

I cling to God who yet shall save;

I will not turn from him.

5 His Spirit in me dwells,

O'er all my mind he reigns;

My care and sadness he dispels,

And soothes away my pains.

6 He prospers day by day

His work within my heart,

Till I have strength and faith to say,

Thou, God, my Father art!

Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim thro' this barren land;

I am weak, but thou art mighty;

Hold me with thy powerful hand.

Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now thy crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow,

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey thro';

Strong deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside;

Foe to death and hell's destruction,

Land me safe on Canaan's side;

Songs of praises,

I will ever give to thee.

Give to the winds thy fears;

Hope, and be undismayed;

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,

God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,

He gently clears the way;

Wait thou his time; so shall this night

Soon end in joyous day.

3 What, though thou rulest not?

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell

Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne,

And ruleth all things well.

4 Leave to his sovereign sway

To choose and to command;

So shalt thou wondering own, his way

How wise, how strong his hand!

Oh! for a faith that will not shrink,

Though pressed by every foe;

That will not tremble on the brink

Of any earthly woe!--

2 That will not murmur nor complain,

Beneath the chastening rod,

But, in the hour of grief or pain,

Will lean upon its God;--

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear

When tempests rage without;

That, when in danger, knows no fear,

In darkness, feels no doubt;--

4 A faith that keeps the narrow way

Till life's last hour is fled,

And, with a pure and heavenly ray,

Lights up a dying bed!

5 Lord! give us such a faith as this;

And then, whate'er may come,

We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss

Of an eternal home.

Father! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign hand denies,

Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise:--

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,

And let me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My path of life attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,

And bless its happy end."

Cast thy burden on the Lord,

Only lean upon his word;

Thou wilt soon have cause to bless

His eternal faithfulness.

2 He sustains thee by his hand,

He enables thee to stand;

Those whom Jesus once hath loved,

From his grace are never moved.

3 Heaven and earth may pass away,

God's free grace shall not decay;

He hath promised to fulfill

All the pleasure of his will.

4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock,

Be thyself our constant Rock;

Make us, by thy powerful hand,

Strong as Zion's mountain stand.

In some way or other

The Lord will provide;

It may not be my way,

It may not be thy way,

And yet in his own way,

The Lord will provide.

2 At some time or other

The Lord will provide;

It may not be my time,

It may not be thy time,

And yet in his own time,

The Lord will provide.

3 Despond then no longer,

The Lord will provide;

And this be the token--

No word he hath spoken,

Was ever yet broken,

The Lord will provide.

4 March on, then, right boldly

The sea shall divide;

The pathway made glorious

With shoutings victorious,

We'll join in the chorus,

The Lord will provide.

Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore!

Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more!

The light of his countenance shineth so bright,

That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear;

I tremble no more when I see Jesus near;

I know that his presence my safeguard will be,

For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me.

3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found,

When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round!

They bear me away in his presence to be;

I see him still nearer whom always I see.

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace

Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face;

Shall know how his love went before me each day,

And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word:

What more can he say than to you he has said,

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 In every condition--in sickness, in health,

In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,

At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea--

As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.

3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed;

I, I am your God, and will still give you aid;

I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow;

For I will be with you, your troubles to bless,

And sanctify to you your deepest distress.

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,

My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply;

The flame shall not hurt you; I only design

Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.

6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove

My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;

And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,

I will not, I cannot desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never, no never, no never forsake.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on his gentle breast,

There by his love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Hark! 'tis the voice of angels,

Borne in a song to me,

Over the fields of glory,

Over the jasper sea.

CHO.--Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on his gentle breast,

There by his love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe from corroding care,

Safe from the world's temptations

Sin cannot harm me there.

Free from the blight of sorrow,

Free from my doubts and fears;

Only a few more trials,

Only a few more tears!

3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,

Jesus has died for me;

Firm on the Rock of Ages

Ever my trust shall be.

Here let me wait with patience,

Wait till the night is o'er;

Wait till I see the morning

Break on the golden shore.

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't,

Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught;

Whate'er I do, where'er I be,

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

REF.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me!

By his own hand he leadeth me;

His faithful follower I would be,

For by his hand he leadeth me.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,

Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,

By waters still, o'er troubled sea--

Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine.

Nor ever murmur or repine--

Content, whatever lot I see,

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done,

When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won,

E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,

Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.

My Jesus, as thou wilt--

O may thy will be mine!

Into thy hand of love

I would my all resign;

Through sorrow, or through joy,

Conduct me as thine own,

And help me still to say,

My Lord, thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt--

If needy here and poor,

Give me thy people's bread,

Their portion rich and sure;

The manna of thy word,

Let my soul feed upon,

And, if all else should fail,

My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt--

If among thorns I go,

Still sometimes here and there

Let a few roses blow.

But thou, on earth, along

The thorny path hast gone:

Then lead me after thee;

My Lord, thy will be done!

I have found repose for my weary soul,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

And a harbor safe when the billows roll,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

I will fear no foe in the deadly strife,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

I will bear my lot in the toil of life,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

REF.--Resting on his mighty arm forever,

Never from his loving heart to sever,

I will rest by grace in his strong embrace,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

2 I will sing my song as the days go by,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

And rejoice in hope, while I live or die,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

I can smile at grief and abide in pain,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

And the loss of all shall be highest gain,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

Oh, the strength and grace only God can give,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Whosoever will may be saved to-day,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior;

And begin to walk in the holy way,

Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;

Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure--

Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;

Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing

Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,

Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;

Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on,

Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.

REF.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!

Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!

Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!

Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!

2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,

Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;

With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear,

Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.

3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,

Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;

He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod,

Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

Simply trusting ev'ry day,

Trusting thro' a stormy way;

Even when my faith is small,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

CHO.--Trusting as the moments fly,

Trusting as the days go by;

Trusting him whate'er befall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine

Into this poor heart of mine;

While he leads I cannot fall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

3 Singing if my way is clear;

Praying if the path is drear;

If in danger for him call;

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

4 Trusting him while life shall last,

Trusting him till earth is past;

Till within the jasper wall,

Trusting Jesus, that is all.

The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,

A shelter in the time of storm;

Secure whatever ill betide,

A shelter in the time of storm.

CHO.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,

A weary land, a weary land,

Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,

A shelter in the time of storm.

2 A shade by day, defense by night,

A shelter in the time of storm;

No foes alarm, no fears affright,

A shelter in the time of storm.

3 The raging storms may round us beat,

A shelter in the time of storm;

We'll never leave our safe retreat,

A shelter in the time of storm.

4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,

A shelter in the time of storm;

Be thou our helper, ever near,

A shelter in the time of storm.

In God I have found a retreat,

Where I can securely abide;

No refuge nor rest so complete;

And here I intend to reside.

CHO.--Oh, what comfort it brings,

As my soul sweetly sings,

I am safe from all danger

While under his wings.

2 I dread not the terror by night,

No arrow can harm me by day;

His shadow has covered me quite,

My fears he has driven away.

3 The pestilence walking about,

When darkness has settled abroad,

Can never compel me to doubt

The presence and power of God.

4 The wasting destruction at noon

No fearful foreboding can bring;

With Jesus my soul doth commune,

His perfect salvation I sing.

5 A thousand may fall at my side,

And ten thousand at my right hand;

Above me his wings are spread wide,

Beneath them in safety I stand.

He knows the bitter, weary way,

The endless striving day by day,

The souls that weep, the souls that pray--

He knows it all.

REF.--He knows it all,

The bitter, weary way;

O souls that weep, O souls that pray,

He knows it all.

2 He knows how hard the fight has been,

The clouds that come our lives between,

The wounds the world has never seen--

He knows it all.

3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,

How deep the pain, how near the brink

Of dark despair we pause and shrink--

He knows it all.

4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!

For though on earth our joys we miss.

We still can bear it, feeling this--

He knows it all.

Cast thy burden on the Lord,

And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee;

He will sustain thee, and comfort thee;

He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee;

Cast thy burden on the Lord!

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,

Lead thou me on,

The night is dark, and I am far from home,

Lead thou me on;

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou

Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path, but now

Lead thou me on;

I loved the garish day, and spite of fears,

Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still

Will lead me on;

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,

For joy cometh in the morning;

For God, in his own Word, hath said

That joy cometh in the morning.

CHO.--Joy cometh in the morning,

Joy cometh in the morning;

Weeping may endure for a night,

But joy cometh in the morning.

2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,

For joy cometh in the morning;

Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,

For joy cometh in the morning.

3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up,

For joy cometh in the morning;

And ev'ry trembling sinner hope,

For joy cometh in the morning.

4 Our God shall wipe all tears away,

For joy cometh in the morning;

Sorrow and sighing flee away,

For joy cometh in the morning.