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From this bleak hill of storms

Author: Dr. H. Bonar Hymnal: ISS1895 #131 (1895) Lyrics: 1 From this bleak hill of storms Enter thy rest; To yon bright sunny heights Enter thy rest; Where love for ever shines, Enter into rest; Enter into rest, The rest of God. 2 From hunger and from thirst, Enter thy rest; From toil and weariness. Enter thy rest. From shadows and from dreams, Enter into rest; Enter into rest, The rest of God. 3 From vanity and lies, Enter thy rest; From mocking and from snares, Enter thy rest. From disappointed hopes, Enter into rest; Enter into rest, The rest of God. Languages: English Tune Title: FROM STORM ENTER INTO REST

Life is but a fleeting dream

Hymnal: ISS1895 #132 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Life is but a fleeting dream, Only stranger here we roam; Life is but a changeful scene, Yonder is the Christian's home. Just beyond the rolling tide Angels watch us on the shore, Where the pearly waters glide, And the weary thirst no more. 2 Here we feel the tempter's power, Here we sigh for living-bread, Clouds of gloom and darkness lower, While a rugged path we tread. There no cruel thorns are found, Doubt and fear and storms are o'er, There the fruits of joy abound, We shall hunger there no more. 3 Here we breathe the sultry air Of a lonely desert plain, Trials here the heart must bear Worn by sickness, racked with pain. There the waves of death are passed, There, among the pure and blest, Safely anchored home at last, There our wandering feet shall rest. 4 Here our fondest hopes are brief, Kindred ties are broken here; Morning brings a night of grief, Joy is mingled with a tear. There shall faith be lost in sight, There a long eternal day, Christ the Lamb shall be the Light, He will wipe our tears away. Languages: English Tune Title: HERE AND HEREAFTER

Open, then, thy golden store

Hymnal: ISS1895 #133 (1895) First Line: In the furrows of thy life Lyrics: 1 In the furrows of thy life, Scatter seed! Small may be the spirit field, But a goodly crop 'twill yield; Sow the kindly word and deed Scatter, scatter goodly seed! Chorus: Open, then, thy golden store, Stretch the furrows more and more, God will give thee all thy need Scatter, scatter goodly seed! 2 Sun and shower aid thee now, Scatter seed! Who can tell where grain may grow? Winds are blowing to and fro, Daily good thy simple creed. Scatter, scatter goodly seed! [Chorus] 3 Though thy work should seem to fail, Scatter seed! Some may fall on stony ground: Flower and blade are often found In the clefts we little heed. Scatter, scatter goodly seed! [Chorus] 4 Springtime always dawns for thee! Scatter seed! Open, then, thy golden store, Stretch thy furrows more and more; God will give thee all thy need. Scatter, scatter, goodly seed! [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: THE GOLDEN STORE

This my guide, this my guide

Author: Phoebe Palmer Hymnal: ISS1895 #134 (1895) First Line: Blessed Bible, how I love it Lyrics: 1 Blessed Bible, how I love it, How it doth my bosom cheer; What on earth like this to covet, O what stores of wealth are here. Chorus: This my guide, this my guide, This my guide ever be: All along my pilgrim journey, This my guide shall ever be! [Chorus] 2 Yes, sweet Bible! I will hide thee Deep, yes, deeper in this heart; Thou through all my life wilt guide me, And in death we will not part. [Chorus] 3 Part in death? no, never! never! Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; Then in worlds above, for ever, Sweeter still thy truths shall be. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Blessed Bible, how I love it]

Come, and join the army, the army of the Lord

Author: Geo. F. Root Hymnal: ISS1895 #135 (1895) First Line: O, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord Lyrics: 1 O, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord, Forming into line at our Captain's word; We are under marching orders to take the battlefield, And we'll ne'er give o'er the fight till the foe shall yield. Chorus: Come, and join the army, the army of the Lord, Jesus is our Captain, we rally at His word; Sharp will be the conflict with the pow'rs of sin, But with such a Leader, we are sure to win. 2 The glory of our flag is the emblem of the dove, Gleaming are our swords from the forge of love; We go forth, but not to battle for earthly honors vain. Tis a bright immortal crown that we seek to gain. [Chorus] 3 Our foes are in the field, pressing hard on ev'ry side, Envy, anger, hatred, with self and pride; They are cruel, fierce and strong, ever ready to attack; We must watch, and fight, and pray, if we'd drive them back. [Chorus] 4 O, glorious is the struggle in which we draw the sword, Glorious is the Kingdom of Christ, our Lord; It shall spread from sea to sea, it shall reach from shore to shore, And His people shall be blessed for evermore. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE

We shall sleep, but not for ever

Author: Mrs. M. A. Kidder Hymnal: ISS1895 #136 (1895) Lyrics: 1 We shall sleep, but not for ever, There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part no, never, On the resurrection morn! From the deepest caves of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again. Chorus: We shall sleep, but not for ever, There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part no, never, On the resurrection morn! [Chorus] 2 When we see a precious blossom That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair! Round its little grave we linger, Till the setting sun is low, Felling all our hopes have perished With the flower we cherished so. [Chorus] 3 We shall sleep, but not for ever, In the lone and silent grave; Blessed be the Lord that taketh, Blessed be the Lord that gave. In the bright, eternal city Death can never, never come! In his own good time He'll call us From our rest to Home, sweet Home. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: WE SHALL SLEEP, BUT NOT FOR EVER

What shall it profit me then?

Author: Fannie J. Crosby Hymnal: ISS1895 #137 (1895) First Line: What shall it profit me by-and-by Lyrics: 1 What shall it profit me by-and-by, O, what shall it profit me then? Whether my pathway on earth was bright, Whether it led me through dark or light, Under a gray or a golden sky, When I look back on it by-and-by? Refrain: What shall it profit me then? What shall it profit me then? When I look back on it by-and-by, O, what shall it profit me then? 2 What shall it profit me by-and-by-- O, what shall it profit me then? Whether in weariness, toil and pain I have been striving my home to gain-- Striving, not questioning how or why, If I but rest with Him by-and-by? Refrain: What shall it profit me then? What shall it profit me than? When I look back on it by-and-by, What shall it profit me then? 3 What shall it profit me by-and-by-- O, what shall it profit me then? If I have answered the heavenly call, Trusted in God as my all in all, I shall be welcomed to dwell on high-- Dwell with the ransom'd ones by-and-by. Refrain: Thus shall it profit me then, Thus shall it profit me than, When I look back on it by-and-by, O, thus shall it profit me then. 4 What shall it profit me by-and-by-- O, what shall it profit me then? Permit me this--That my gain and loss Taught my weak spirit to bear the cross; Bid me look upward to joys on high-- Heaven and happiness by-and-by. Refrain: Thus shall it profit me then. Thus shall it profit me then. When I look back on it by-and-by, O, thus shall it profit me then. Languages: English Tune Title: WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT ME THEN?

O haste to the city most fair

Hymnal: iss1895 #138 (1895) First Line: Why speeding so quickly, O Pilgrim? Lyrics: 1 Why speeding so quickly, O Pilgrim? And where dost thou journey today? Here rest thee a moment, and tell me, What need of such haste on the way? I haste, for the moments are flying, I go to a city most fair, My beautiful home over Jordan; Then, say, will you go with me there? Chorus: O haste to the city most fair, 'Tis free from all sorrow and care; Dear friends in the vale over Jordan, Are longing to welcome us there. 2 What! leave the gay pleasures around me, The dance with its music and mirth, The splendors of wealth that have bound me, And wedded my spirit to earth? Yes, leave them and cling to thy Saviour Remember thy soul, and beware; Thy soul, that by Him was created A place in thy kingdom to share. [Chorus] 3 Will Jesus receive me, O pilgrim, When long I have slighted His love, Regarding the world as my treasure, Forgetting the mansions above? He waits even now to be gracious, He waits in His mercy for thee; Repent from thy heart, and believe Him; Then outward! rejoicing with me. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: WILL YOU GO WITH ME THERE

O then to the Rock let me fly

Author: E. Johnson Hymnal: ISS1895 #139 (1895) First Line: O, sometimes the shadows are deep Lyrics: 1 O, sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal; And sorrow, how often they sweep Like tempests down over the soul! Chorus: O, then to the Rock let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I! O, then to the Rock let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I! 2 O, sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how heavy my feet! But toiling in life's dusty way, The Rock's blessed shadow, how sweet! [Chorus] 3 O, near to the Rock let me keep, Though blessings or sorrows prevail; When climbing the mountain way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER THAN I!

In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay

Hymnal: ISS1895 #140 (1895) First Line: I've found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me Lyrics: 1 I've found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley in him alone I see, All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me every care on him to roll He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. Chorus: In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me every care on him to roll, He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. 2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation he's my strong and mighty tow'r; I've all for him forsaken, I've all my idols torn From my heart, and now he keeps me by his pow'r. Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempts me sore, Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. [Chorus] 3 He'll never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do his blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear; With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill; Then sweeping up to glory we see his blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: THE LILY OF THE VALLEY