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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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 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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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
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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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 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!
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,
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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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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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! 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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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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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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Poor Esau repented too late That once he his birth-right despised; And sold, for a morsel of meat, What could not too highly be prized: How great was his anguish when told, The blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the birth-right he sold, And none could recall it again! He stands as a warning to all, Wherever the gospel shall come; O Hasten and yield to the call, While yet for repentance there's room! Your season will quickly be past, Then hear and obey it today; Lest when you seek mercy at last, The Saviour should frown you away.
John Newton 1725 - 1807 ( 81 Years )
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