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Ah, that blest abode above

Hymnal: HEC #158 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Lyrics: Ah, that blest abode above, Who shall pass its portals? Who at length in peace and love, Dwell with the immortals? They who battle for the right When the day is longest; They who conquer in the fight, When the foe is strongest. Who shall, nearest to the throne, Have a place appointed? Who have greatest favour shewn By the Lord's Anointed? 159 They who serve Him gladly now, King and Captain royal; Ever mindful of their vow, Noble, steadfast, loyal. Ah, the bliss of heaven's abode: Rise, my soul, to win it! Shrink not from the weary road, But in faith begin it. List not to the call of sense, Earth is vain and lying; Yonder is thy recompense, 'Mid a bliss undying. Forward ever, day by day, Tread the path of duty; Angels help you in the way To the realm of beauty. Languages: English

I sought the Lord at early morn

Hymnal: HEC #160 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I sought the Lord at early morn, When earth awoke to see the light; And to my soul a light was borne That quelled the darkness of my night; He heard my prayer at early morn, And light into my heart was borne. I sought the Lord when noontide shone, And head and hand earth's duties shared; "I am Thy servant, Lord, alone," I said, and told Him how I fared; He heard my prayer as I drew near, And kept me at my task, sincere. I sought the Lord when evening fell, And night came gliding on apace; For I had sins my Lord to tell, And He is full of pardoning grace; He heard my prayer, and bade me rest, And in His love my soul was blest. 161 At morn, at noon, at night, I'll pray, And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear; For Thou art near my path alway, To aid, to comfort, or to cheer; No hour too early, none too late, To knock imploring at Thy gate. O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise! 'Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray, For Thou didst speak with God always, At morn, at noon, at close of day; And Thou hast said He hears the prayer The longing soul breathes everywhere. Languages: English

Let a shining robe be mine

Hymnal: HEC #162 (1913) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Let a shining robe be mine, Spotless as the snow drift white, Thou, who for Thy form Divine, Mak'st a garment of the light. Darkness from Thy presence flies, Thou art light: and where Thou art, Radiance, as from heavenly skies, Seeks, effulgent, every heart. Far I wandered from the right, Dark around, and dark within; Groping in the gloom of night, Wounded in the ways of sin. 163 And my rags with mire defiled, Clothe my naked soul with shame; For, from Thee, a wayward child, I have wandered to my blame. Let Thy presence fill my soul, Let my heart Thy nearness feel; Speak the word, and I am whole; Touch my wounds, and they shall heal. Then the night that round me lies, At Thy presence shall depart; And a glorious light arise In the darkness of my heart. Let a shining robe be mine, Spotless as the snow drift white; Thou, who, for Thy form Divine, Mak'st a garment of the light. Languages: English

I am alone, yet not alone

Hymnal: HEC #164 (1913) Meter: 8.4.8.4.8 Lyrics: I am alone, yet not alone, For Thou art near: I cannot see Thy loving face, But I can hear The cheering promise of Thy grace. Thou wilt not leave me in the dark When falls the night; For round my path and in my soul Thou art the Light To guide me with Thy sweet control. No want can steal my rich supplies Of love and peace; For though I lack what others hold, My stores increase With heavenly gifts more rare than gold. 165 And Thou wilt bear me all life through, And in the end Wilt still abide what Thou hast been, My constant Friend, And take me where Thy face is seen. Languages: English

Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying

Hymnal: HEC #166 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.5 Lyrics: Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying, Wounded sore, and faint, and sighing, Bowed beneath the burden lying On His spotless soul. 'Tis thy load He falters under; Speaks not heaven in wrathful thunder? Earth! behold the sight, and wonder, Love has borne the rod. Canst thou love the sin that bound Him, Threw the robe of scorn around Him, Mocking bowed the knee, and crowned Him With the cruel thorn? Jesus, at Thy feet relenting, Bring I all my guilt repenting, All my cruel sin lamenting: Christ, my sin forgive! Languages: English

I wandered sore distressed

Hymnal: HEC #167 (1913) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Lyrics: I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn-- My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried. The Shepherd heard my cry, Who came His flock to find, And drew in mercy nigh, For He is wondrous kind; His winning voice awoke My spirit as He spoke. He bade my wandering cease, And gave my heart a home, That, from the bliss of peace, I might no longer roam; He gave me hope for fears, And lasting joy for tears. Languages: English

Once the Lord, for our salvation

Hymnal: HEC #168 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Once the Lord, for our salvation, Left the realm of endless bliss; And to serve, in lowly station, Came to such a world as this. Weary oft He toiled in weakness, Winning erring lives from wrong; Dwelling with the poor in meekness, Bidding fainting souls be strong; Bearing scorn and rude deriding, From the proud who passed Him by; Never the repentant chiding For their guilt and misery. 169 For His heart with love o'erflowing, Bound Him to our needy race; Day by day the gifts bestowing From the fulness of His grace. Once upon a cross uplifted, Did the Lord for sinners die, That there might to man be gifted, Life, to live eternally. Shall I then with such a Giver, Claim whate'er I have as mine? Nay, myself and mine, for ever, To His service I resign. Languages: English

Close beside the heart that loves me

Hymnal: HEC #170 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Close beside the heart that loves me Would I rest in sorrow's hour, With a Father's smile above me, And beneath--an arm of power. Weak and worthless, worn and weary, Welcome bids my faith be strong; Sorrow's hour is short, if dreary, Joy shall last through ages long. Dark the hour, but comes the morrow, Dawn shall waken by and by; Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow When the sun is in the sky. 171 Rest, my soul: that love unfailing Strengthens in the hour of woe-- For the pain thy life assailing Found Him when He dwelt below. Languages: English

My soul doth wait on God

Hymnal: HEC #172 (1913) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: My soul doth wait on God, From Him my help proceeds; His mercy is exceeding broad, To overtake my needs. He gives His pardoning grace, When I my sin confess; Nor ever hides from me His face In my distressfulness. The Spirit of all power, Most freely He bestows; And I am strong in evil hour, When pressed by direst foes. 173 Oh, He has gifts in store, More rich than wealth commands; And when His pity I implore, He fills my empty hands. God, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Have me for ever in Thy mind, Nor hide from me Thy face. Languages: English

The chariots of the Lord are strong

Hymnal: HEC #174 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: The chariots of the Lord are strong, Their number passeth ken; Mount them and fight against the wrong, Ye who are valiant men. Where, unabashed, the power of sin Vaunts an unhindered sway, Ride, in the strength of God, and win Fresh laurels in the fray. For freedom wield the sword of might, And cut the bands that bind; Strike boldly in the cause of right, And still fresh laurels find. 175 Where hands are weak, and hearts are faint, Through conflict sharp and sore; Where hearts that murmur no complaint, Shrink at the thought of more: There let the power of God be shown, To quell satanic might; To rescue those who strive alone, Despondent in the fight. Ride on, the chariots of the Lord, Dispel the hosts of sin; Ye who are valiant, wield the sword, And still fresh laurels win. Languages: English