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Once to every man and nation

Comes the moment to decide

In the strife of truth with falsehood

For the good or evil side

Some great cause, some great decision

Offering each the bloom or blight

And the choice goes by forever

’Twixt that darkness and that light

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Then to side with truth is noble

When we share her wretched crust

Ere her cause bring fame and profit

And ’tis prosperous to be just

Then it is the brave man chooses

While the coward stands aside

Till the multitude make virtue

Of the faith they had denied

3

By the light of burning martyrs

Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track

Toiling up new Calv’ries ever

With the cross that turns not back

New occasions teach new duties

Time makes ancient good uncouth

They must upward still and onward

Who would keep abreast of truth

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Though the cause of evil prosper

Yet the truth alone is strong

Though her portion be the scaffold

And upon the throne be wrong

Yet that scaffold sways the future

And behind the dim unknown

Standeth God within the shadow

Keeping watch above His own

Amen

1

We thank Thee, Lord, Thy paths of service lead

To blazoned heights and down the slopes of need

They reach Thy throne, encompass land and sea,

And he who journeys in them walks with Thee.

2

We've sought and found Thee in the secret place

And marveled at the radiance of Thy face

But often in some faroff Galilee

Beheld Thee fairer yet while serving Thee.

3

We've felt Thy touch in sorrow's darkened way

Abound with love and solace for the day

And, 'neath the burdens there, Thy sov'reignty

Has held our hearts enthralled while serving Thee.

4

We've seen Thy glory like a mantle spread

O'er hill and dale in saffron flame and red

But in the eyes of men, redeemded and free,

A splendor greater yet while serving Thee. Amen.

1

I would be true, for there are those who trust me.

I would be pure, for there are those who care.

I would be strong, for there is much to suffer.

I would be brave, for there is much to dare.

I would be brave, for there is much to dare.

2

I would be friend of all the foe, the friendless.

I would be giving, and forget the gift.

I would be humble, for I know my weakness.

I would look up, and laugh, and love, and lift.

I would look up, and laugh, and love, and lift.

3

I would be prayerful thro' each busy moment.

I would be constantly in touch with God.

I would be tuned to hear his slightest whisper

I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod.

I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod. Amen.

1

God be with you till we meet again,

By His counsels guide, uphold you,

With His sheep securely fold you:

God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

2

God be with you till we meet again,

'Neath His wings securely hide you,

Daily manna still provide you:

God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

3

God be with you till we meet again,

When life's perils thick confound you,

Put His loving arms around you:

God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

4

God be with you till we meet again,

Keep love's banner floating o'er you,

Smite death's threat'ning wave before you:

God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,

Till we meet at Jesus' feet

Till we meet, till we meet,

God be with you till we meet again.

1

Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love:

The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

2

Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

3

We share each other's woes,

Each other's burdens bear,

And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear.

4

When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain

But we shall still be joined in heart,

And hope to meet again.

1

In Christ there is no East or West,

In Him no South or North

But one great fellowship of love

Throughout the whole wide earth.

2

In Him shall true hearts everywhere

Their high communion find

His service is the golden cord

Closeblinding all mankind.

3

Join hands then, brothers of the faith,

Whate'er your race may be!

Who serves my Father as a son

Is surely kin to me.

4

In Christ now meet both East and West,

In Him meet South and North

All Christly souls are one in Him

Throughout the whole wide earth. Amen.

1

All praise to our redeeming Lord,

Who joins us by His grace,

And bids us, each to each restored,

Together seek His face.

2

He bids us build each other up

And, gathered into one,

To our high calling's glorious hope,

We hand in hand go on.

3

We all partake the joy of one

The common peace we feel:

A peace to worldly minds unknown,

A joy unspeakable.

4

And if our fellowship below

In Jesus be so sweet,

What height of rapture shall we know

When round His throne we meet!

1

Heal me now, my Saviour, Jesus!

Touch and mend my ailing frame.

"I will heal all thy diseases."

That promise, Lord, I claim.

See me, Lord, expectant kneeling,

Confident in faith appealing.

Now, Thy mighty pow'r revealing,

Lord, Heal! in Jesus' name!

2

If it be Thy will's appointing,

Lay Thy hand upon my brow.

On my head is Thine anointing.

That head in faith I bow.

All I have I give Thee, pleading

Not my giving but my needing.

Now, my broken body heeding,

Lord, touch! and heal it now.

3

As my life is Thine forever,

O my Lord, my Healer be!

All I own, all I endeavor,

All, all belongs to Thee.

Holy Spirit, now descending,

Thy strong hand of pow'r extending.

Touch this form before Thee bending.

Lord, touch! and set it free.

4

I believe receive Thy healing.

Now by faith I stand restor'd!

Lord, for this, the Spirit's sealing,

My praise shall be outpour'd.

Far and wide I'll go, confessing

How the Lord, my need addressing.

Heal'd and seal'd me with His blessing!

Heal'd now, I thank Thee, Lord! Amen.

1

She only touched the hem of His garment

As to His side she stole.

Amid the crowd that fathered around Him,

And straight way she was whole.

Oh, touch the hem of His garment!

And thou, too, shalt be free!

His saving power this very hour

Shall give new life to thee!

2

She came in fear and trembling before Him,

She knew her Lord had come

She felt that from Him virtue hath healed her,

The mighty deed was done.

Oh, touch the hem of His garment!

And thou, too, shalt be free!

His saving power this very hour

Shall give new life to thee!

3

He turned with "Daughter, be of good comfort,

Thy faith hath made thee whole!"

And peace that passeth all understanding

With gladness filled her soul.

Oh, touch the hem of His garment!

And thou, too, shalt be free!

His saving power this very hour

Shall give new life to thee! Amen.

1

When Christ of old with healing pow'r

Went forth thro' all the suff'ring land,

His word so oft was wont to be,

"Stretch forth thy hand, stretch forth thy hand!"

And tho' the palsied arm might shrink,

And tremble at the strange command,

The healing touch was only felt

While streching forth the withered hand.

O suff'ring one, stretch forth thy hand,

Upon His promise take your stand.

At His command stretch forth thy hand,

And Christ shall make you whole.

2

That changeless Christ is still as near,

And just as kind and strong to save

He came to lift our fallen race

From sin and sickness and the grave

As in the days of Galilee,

Disease still flees at His command,

Be ere His touch your frame can feel,

You too must still stretch forth thy hand.

O suff'ring one, stretch forth thy hand,

Upon His promise take your stand.

At His command stretch forth thy hand,

And Christ shall make you whole.

3

What tho' you feel so weak and faint

He can your will with strength endue,

New faith and courage breathe within,

And work in you the will to do

Reach out to meet His quick'ning touch,

Take up your bed arise and stand,

And pressing thro' to meet your Lord,

Stretch forth thy hand, stretch forth thy hand.

O suff'ring one, stretch forth thy hand,

Upon His promise take your stand.

At His command stretch forth thy hand,

And Christ shall make you whole.

1

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide

The darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide:

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

2

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day

Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away

Change and decay in all around I see

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

3

I need Thy presence every passing hour

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

4

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies

Heav'n's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen.

1

Lord, I care not for riches,

Neither silver nor gold.

I would make sure of heaven

I would enter the fold

In the book of Thy kingdom,

With its pages so fair,

Tell me, Jesus, my Saviour,

Is my name written there?

Is my name written there,

On the page white and fair,

In the book of Thy kingdom,

Is my name written there?

2

Lord, my sins they are many

Like the sands of the sea

But Thy blood, O my Saviour,

Is sufficient for me.

For Thy promise is written,

In bright letters that glow,

"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,

I will make them like snow."

Is my name written there,

On the page white and fair,

In the book of Thy kingdom,

Is my name written there?

3

Oh, that beautifulcity,

With its mansions of light,

With its glorified beings

In pure garments of white,

Where no evil thing cometh

To despoil what is fair,

Where the angels are watching

Yes, my name's written there!"

Is my name written there,

On the page white and fair,

In the book of Thy kingdom,

Is my name written there?

1

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art

Thou my best thought, by day or by night

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light

2

Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word

I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord

Thou my great Father, I Thy true son

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one

3

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise

Thou mine inheritance, now and always

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart

High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art

4

High King of heaven, my victory won

May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven’s Sun!

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall

Still be my vision, O Ruler of all

Amen

1

My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I a pilgrim stranger,

Would not detain them, as they fly,

These hours of toil and danger

For now we stand on Jordan's strand

Our friends are passing over

And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover.

2

Our absent King the watchword gave,

"Let ev'ry lamp be burning,"

We look afar across the wave,

Our distant home discerning.

For now we stand on Jordan's strand

Our friends are passing over

And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover.

3

Should coming days be dark and cold,

We will not yield to sorrow,

For hope will sing with courage bold

"There's glory on the morrow."

For now we stand on Jordan's strand

Our friends are passing over

And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover.

4

let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,

Each cord on earth to sever,

There, bright and joyous in the skies,

There, is our home forever.

For now we stand on Jordan's strand

Our friends are passing over

And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover.

1

Light after darkness, Gain after loss,

Strength after weakness, Crown after corss

Sweet after bitter, Hope after fears,

Home after wnadering, Praise after tears.

2

Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain,

Sight after mystery, Peace after pain

Joy after sorrow, Calm after blast,

Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at last.

3

Near after distant, Gleam after gloom,

Love after loneliness, Life after tomb

After long agony,Rapture of bliss,

Right was the pathway Leading to this.

4

Bliss after agony,Gain after loss,

Home after wandering, Grown after cross.

After breath's failure, Life evermore.

Such ways are truth, Blessed and sure!

1

O where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul

'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole.

2

The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

3

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years,

And all that life is love.

4

Here would we end our quest:

Alone and found in Thee,

The life of perfect love, the rest

of immortality.

1

B'yond the Winter's cold and rages

Waits the healing warmth of Spring

After rains, the sun assuages

All the griefs the showers bring

Dark of night at length shall waken

To the brightness of the morn.

So, in hearts of hope forsaken,

New hope, too, shall be reborn.

2

Then let each whose heart is saddened

Find refreshment in belief

Trust the promise and be gladdened

Let joy triumph over grief.

Darkest clouds, upon their rending,

Show the star bejeweled night

hardest journeys have their ending

In arrival's deep delight.

3

Labor's load, exhausting sorely,

Yields to rest with night's release

Tempest perils, just as surely,

Yield to quietness and peace.

Weary hearts shall be befriended

Be not doubting, but believe.

Thus, When grief and earth are ended,

Joy eternal to receive.

1

Jerusalem the golden,

With milk and honey blest,

Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed.

I know not, O I know not,

What joys await us there

What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare.

2

They stand, those halls of Zion,

All jubilant with song,

And bright with many 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 fight,

Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white.

4

O sweet and blessed country,

The home of God's elect!

O 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. Amen.

1

My hope is built on nothing less Than

Jesus' blood and righteousness

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

2

When darkness veils His lovely face,

I rest on His unchanging grace

In every high and stormy gale,

My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

3

His otath, His covenant, His blood,

Support me in the whelming flood

When all around my soul gives way

He then is all my hope and stay.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

4

When He shall come with trumpet sound,

Oh, may I then in Him be found,

Dressed in His righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.

1

The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks,

The summer morn I've sighed for,

The fair sweet morn awakes,

Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,

And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

2

O Christ, He is the fountain,

The deep sweet well of love!

The streams on 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

With mercy and with judgment,

My web of time He wove,

And aye the dews of sorrow,

Were lustred with His love.

I'll bless the hand that guided,

I'll bless the heart that planned,

When throned where glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

4

The bride eyes not her garment,

But her dear Bridegroom's face

I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of Grace.

Not at the crown He giveth

But on His pierced hand,

The Lamb is all the glory

Of Immanuel's land. Amen.