SAINTS ABSTAIN FROM EVERY SIN

Saints, abstain from every sin,

Never with transgressors go;

Keep your garments white and clean,

Now that grace has made them so.

Let no evil hence prevail,

Let the world enslave no more;

All the tempter’s darts repel,

And his wily arts abhor.

Keep the royal law of love,

Be to others kind and true;

While you thus your graces prove,

Others will be kind to you.

Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )

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THY PATERNAL CARE

There’s not a bird with lonely nest,

In pathless wood or mountain crest,

Nor meaner thing, which does not share,

O God, in Thy paternal care.

Each barren crag, each desert rude,

Holds Thee within its solitude;

And Thou dost bless the wand’rer there,

Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart and crowded street,

No less than in the still retreat,

Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless

With all a parent’s tenderness.

Baptist Wriothesley Noel 1799 - 1873 ( 73 Years )

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And shall I sit alone,
Oppressed with grief and fear;

To God my Father make my moan,

And he refuse to hear?

If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;

From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.

If still be silence keep,

‘Tis but my faith to try;

He knows and feels whene’er I weep,

And softens every sigh.

Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )

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Lord, I cannot let Thee go,

Till a blessing Thou bestow:

Do not turn away Thy face,

Mine’s an urgent, pressing case.

Dost Thou ask me who I am?

Ah! my Lord, Thou know’st my name;

Yet the question gives a plea

To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,

In rebellion blindly bold,

Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy:

That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

John Newton 1725 - 1807 ( 81 Years )

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O Thou who camest from above, 

The pure, celestial fire to impart, 

|: Kindle a flame of sacred love 

On the mean altar of my heart. :|

There let it for Thy glory burn, 

With inextinguishable blaze; 

|: And, trembling, to its source return 

In humble love and fervent praise. :|

Jesus, confirm my heart’s desire 

To work and speak and think for Thee; 

|: Still let me guard the holy fire, 

And still stir up Thy gift in me; :|

Charles Wesley 1707 - 1788 ( 80 Years )

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Why sinks my weak desponding mind?
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind?
Am I not safe if God is nigh?


He holds all nature in his hand;
That gracious hand, on which I live.
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.


My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave;
A present help in times of need,
Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 

Anne Steele 1716 - 1778 ( 61 Years )

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THE PRODIGAL CHILD

Come home, come home!
You are weary at heart.
For the way has been dark,
And so lonely and wild:
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!


Come home, come home!
From the sorrow and blame,
From the sin and the shame,
And the tempter that smiled:
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!


Come home, come home!
There is bread and to spare,
And a warm welcome there:
Then, to friends reconciled,
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!

Ellen Maria Huntington Gates 1835 - 1920 ( 84 Years )

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SING GLORY

A joyful song I love to sing 

Of Jesus, of Jesus, 

The chords that through my spirit ring, 

But speak of precious Jesus: 

The blessed name I can but sing; 

Afar from home he sought me, 

And in the fullness of his love, 

His great salvation brought me. 

Sing glory! sing glory! 

And praise forever bringing. 

The love of Jesus, precious love! 

I cannot keep from singing. 

My hope and joy, my sunshine bright, 

Is Jesus, my Jesus; 

His presence is my chief delight, 

My heart is filled with Jesus: 

And while that love throbs through and through, 

In bounding pulse of pleasure, 

My song shall be both glad and free, 

I would not change the measure. 

Tina Spencer

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THE GOOD SAMARITAN

How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.


O! I remember well the day,
When sorely wounded, nearly slain;
Like that poor man I bleeding lay,
And groaned for help, but groaned in vain.


Men saw me in this helpless case,
And passed without compassion by;
Each neighbor turned away his face,
Unmoved by my mournful cry.


But he whose name had been my scorn,
As Jews Samaritans despise
Came, when he saw me thus forlorn,
With love and pity in his eyes.


Gently he raised me from the ground,
Pressed me to lean upon his arm;
And into every gaping wound
He poured his own all-healing balm.


Unto his church my steps he led,
The house prepared for sinners lost;
Gave charge I should be clothed and fed;
And took upon him all the cost.

John Newton 1725 - 1807 ( 81 Years )

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SHEPHERD DIVINE

Shepherd divine, our wants relieve 

In this our evil day, 

To all Thy tempted followers give 

The power to watch and pray. 

Long as our fiery trials last, 

Long as the cross we bear, 

O let our souls on Thee be cast 

In never ceasing prayer! 

The Spirit of interceding grace 

Give us in faith to claim; 

To wrestle till we see Thy face, 

And know Thy hidden name. 

Charles Wesley 1707 - 1788 ( 80 Years )

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THE LION TO A LAMB

Jesus, thy blessings are not few,

Nor is thy gospel weak;

Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,

And bow th' aspiring Greek.

Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,

He'll form your souls anew;

His gospel and his heart have room

For rebels such as you.

His doctrine is almighty love;

There's virtue in his name

To turn the raven to a dove,

The lion to a lamb.

Isaac Watts 1674 - 1748 ( 73 Years )

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I'LL BLESS THE LORD FROM DAY TO DAY

I'll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all his ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.


Sing to the honor of his name,
How a poor suff'rer cried,
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.


When threat'ning sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes;


I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.

Isaac Watts 1674 - 1748 ( 73 Years )

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DO ALL THE GOOD YOU CAN

Onward go the sunbeams,
Shining all the day;
Looking down upon us,
Now they seem to say:
Let your smile be cheerful,
Ever warm and bright,
Make the hearts around you
Happy with its light.

Marching on together,
Thro’ this fleeting world below,
Helping one another
Onward as we go;
Think of what a blessing,
God the Father gave to man,
Try and do for others
All the good you can;
Let your smile be cheerful,
Ever warm and bright,
Make the hearts around you
Happy with its light.


With a loving spirit,
While the days are bright,
Let us work rejoicing,
Till the dewy night;
Grateful for the blessings
Jesus brought to man,
Let us do for others
All the good we can. 

Fanny Jane Crosby 1820 - 1915 ( 94 Years )

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SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS

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.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
safe on His gentle breast
There by His love o’ershaded,
sweetly my soul shall rest. 

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! 

Fanny Jane Crosby 1820 - 1915 ( 94 Years )

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JESUS WALK WITH ME

I want Jesus to walk with me,
I want Jesus to walk with me;
All along my pilgrim journey,
Lord, I want Jesus to walk with me.


In my trials, Lord, walk with me;
In my trials, Lord, walk with me;
When my heart is almost breaking,
Lord, I want Jesus to walk with me.


When I’m in trouble, Lord, walk with me;
When I’m in trouble, Lord, walk with me;
When my head is bowed in sorrow,
Lord, I want Jesus to walk with me. 

Traditional Spiritual

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STANDING ON THE PROMISES

Standing on the promises 
of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages 
let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest,
I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing,
Standing on the promises
of God my Savior;
Standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.



Standing on the promises
that cannot fail,
When the howling storms
of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God
I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

Russell Kelso Carter 1849 - 1928 ( 78 Years )

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OUR STRENGTH AND REFUGE

God will our strength and refuge prove,
In all distress a present aid,
And, though the trembling earth remove,
We will not fear nor be dismayed.


Our trust in God shall still abide
Though hills be shaken from their seat,
And though the ocean’s swelling tide
Against the trembling mountains beat.


A river flows, whose living streams
Make glad the city of our God,
The holy place where glory beams,
Where God Most High has His abode.

1912 The Psalter

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ALL THAT I AM

All that I am I owe to Thee, 
Thy wisdom, Lord, has fashioned me; 
I give my Maker thankful praise, 
Whose wondrous works my soul amaze. 


Ere into being I was brought,
Thine eye did see, and in Thy thought
My life in all its perfect plan
Was ordered ere my days began.


Thy thoughts, O God, how manifold,
More precious unto me than gold!
I muse on their infinity,
Awaking I am still with Thee. 

Trinity Hymnal 1961

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SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER

Sweet hour of prayer!
sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!


Sweet hour of prayer!
sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for Thee, sweet hour of prayer. 

William W. Walford 1772 - 1850 ( 77 Years )

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ONLY A LITTLE WORD

Only a little word,
softly and kindly
Breathed in the ear
of the sad and opprest;
Oh, how it tenderly steals
like a melody
Over life’s billows,
and lulls them to rest!

Only a little word!
Only a little word!
Only a little word,
whispered in love!



Only a little word,
softly and kindly
Dropped in a heart
that is blighter and chilled;
Oh, how its gentle strain tunes
every chord again,
Waking the echoes
that sorrow has stilled!

Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby 1820 - 1915 ( 94 Years )

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CONSTANCY IN PRAYER

Whilst others prayer restrain,
Nor lift a sigh to heaven,
To me, dear Lord, oh may there be
A praying spirit given.


Since each revolving sun
Brings with it loads of care,
let not a single day be spent,
Without returns of prayer.


And if I’m called to wait,
Through many a cloudy day,
A glimpse, though on a dying bed,
Will all my pains repay.

Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )

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SCATTER SEEDS OF LOVING DEEDS

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds
Along the fertile fields;
For grain will grow
from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.

Then day by day,
along your way,
The seeds of promise cast,
That ripened grain
from hill and plain
Be gathered home
at last.

Though sown in tears through
weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Though great the cost,
it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.

Jessie H. Brown

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PATIENCE

Patience! O ’tis a grace divine,
Sent from the God of pow’r and love;
That leans upon its father’s hand,
As thro’ the wilderness we move.


By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,
And wait contented our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.


Tho’ we, in full sensation, feel
The weight, the wounds, our God ordains,
We smile amidst our heaviest woe;
And triumph in our sharpest pains.

Thomas Gibbons 1720 - 1785 ( 64 Years )

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IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

When peace, like a river,
attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

  
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul. 
Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded
my helpless estate,
And hath shed His
own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss
of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
O my soul!

Horatio Gates Spafford 1828 - 1888 ( 59 Years )

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COMING TO THE THRONE OF GRACE

There is a throne of wondrous grace,
Sprinkled with Jesus’ blood;
‘Tis there alone that faith beholds,
A sin-forgiving God.


To him I’ll send my fervent prayers,
Believing he will hear;
Will spread my guilt before his face,
And leave my burdens there.


None ask aright who ask in vain,
God does his word fulfil;
Then go to him, my troubled soul,
And wait his sovereign will.

Benjamin Beddome  1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )
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