No. 159 The Shining City

Verse 1:
Far, far away, o’er the silent sea,
Far off, on that shining shore,
There standeth a city, we long to be
Within it for evermore.

Refrain:
O beautiful home! where the bright ones roam,
Where they drink of the stream of life,
We long to be there, where they know no care,
Where there cometh no sound of strife.

Verse 2:
O city of God! it is builded fair,
On high, on the holy hill;
Nor sinning, nor sorrow can enter there,
For there do they do His will.

Verse 3:
Fair city, it tow’reth the skies above,
Its glories no tongue may tell;
‘Tis there in the light of the Savior’s love,
The purified people dwell.

Verse 4:
O Zion, blest Zion, it standeth sure,
Its beauties may not wax old;
The walls they are all of the jasper pure,
Its streets of the glitt’ring gold.

Thos. L.M. Tipton/E.H. Bailey

No. 158 I am Waiting, Dear Jesus, for Thee

Verse 1:
I am waiting for Jesus to welcome me home,
To the place He has gone to prepare,
To the mansion of light and the robe, pure and white,
To the harp and the crown for me there.
Waiting, waiting, I am waiting, dear Jesus for Thee;
Waiting, dear Jesus, yes , waiting for Thee.

Verse 2:
How I long to be roaming the blest fields of light,
With the dear, loving children of light;
And to sing the sweet song as we’re marching along,
Of redemption thro’ Jesus’ might.
Waiting, waiting, I am waiting, dear Jesus for Thee;
Waiting, dear Jesus, yes , waiting for Thee.

Verse 3:
Many loved ones have I in that beautiful land,
They are watching and waiting for me;
And they beckon me o’er to that bright happy shore,
There the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever, longing, all the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever I’m longing, dear Jesus, I’m longing heaven to see.

Verse 4:
Roll along, then, sweet moments, and bear me away
To my beautiful home in the sky,
To the land of the blest, where I sweetly shall rest
In the palace of Jesus on high.
Ever, longing, all the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever I’m longing, dear Jesus, I’m longing heaven to see.

J.G./Joseph Garrison

No. 157 Happy in Jesus

(Sing to Tune on Opposite Page)–by which they mean “The Kindest Rule”.

Verse 1:
I am happy, oh, so happy,
Precious Savior, in Thy love;
I could sing from morn to even,
Like the blessed ones above.
I could tell of Thy sweet mercy
Through the bright, bright, sunny day,
And in joy and adoration
Pass the blissful hours away.

Refrain:
I am happy, oh, so happy,
I am happy, oh, so happy,
I am happy, yes, I’m happy,
Precious Savior, in Thy love.

Verse 2:
I am happy, oh, so happy,
For I know that Thou art mine,
And Thy Spirit witness whispers
That I am a child of Thine;
And an heir to life and glory
In the deathless summer land,
Where with saints and shining angels
In my white robes I shall stand.

Verse 3:
I am happy, oh, so happy,
And my heart is light and free
As the bonnie birds above me,
Warbling joyous melody;
I will sing of Thee, my Savior,
Bless Thee with my feeble breath,
Till my eyes are closed to life-light,
and my earth-songs hushed in death.

A.T. Goram

No. 156 The Kindest Rule

I have never seen this song before, but it is the best interpretation of the Golden Rule I believe I have ever heard. We have no idea what is going on in others’ lives that make them behave and choose as they do. We must always be kind and understanding if we truly wish to serve Christ.

Verse 1:
Kinder rule of earthly duty
Wisest men could never give;
Sweeter rule of heav’nly beauty
Need we never while we live.
Whatsoever deeds of kindness
We may wish that men may do,
Unto others we must ever
Show these loving actions, too.

Refrain:
Kinder rule of earthly duty,
Sweeter rule of heav’nly beauty,
Sweeter rule of heav’nly beauty,
Need we never while we live.

Verse 2:
Are we tempted to be selfish,
Angry, harsh, unkind, untrue;
Hear the voice of conscience whisper,
“Would you have this done to you?”
Fewer wounds would then be given,
Fewer bitter words be said,
Fewer acts to be regretted,
When the ones we love are dead.

Verse 3:
We would never show to others
Scornful, proud, unloving face,
Knowing not what our lives might be,
Had God put us in their place.
From our hearts should first be driven
All the thoughts of wrong and strife,
Ere we have the right to censure
What we see in other’s life.

Susie M. Day/A.T. Goram

No. 155

This song does not have a title. I know it as “There is a Wideness in God’s Mercy”.

Verse 1:
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice
Which is more than liberty.

Refrain:
He is calling, “Come to me!”
Lord, I gladly haste to Thee.

Verse 2:
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man’s mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

Verse 3:
If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine,
In the sweetness of our Lord.

F.W. Faber

No. 154

No title is given for this hymn and, although it is familiar to me, I cannot remember its name.

Verse 1:
Lord, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering full and free–
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me–

Refrain:
Even me, even me,
Let They blessing fall on me.

Verse 2:
Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might’st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy fall on me–

Verse 3:
Pass me not, O tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to Thee
I am longing for Thy favor;
Whilst Thou’rt calling, oh, call me–

Verse 4:
Pass me not! Thy lost one bringing,
Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
While the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, oh, bless me.

Mrs. Eliz. Codner

No. 153

Although there is not title given, this is “Nearer My God to Thee”.

Verse 1:
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee;
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my prayer shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Verse 2:
Though like a wanderer,
Daylight all gone,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Verse 3:
There let the way appear
Steps up to heaven;
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Verse 4:
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Sarah F. Adams