Category Archives: Blessing

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–

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. 140

Happy 2017! I hope your year is filled with happiness and health!

No title is given for this hymn.

Verse :
Sun of my soul, my Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise,
To hide Thee from my waiting eyes.

Verse 2:
Abide with us from morn till eve,
For without Thee we cannot live;
Abide with us when night is nigh,
For without Thee we dare not die.

Verse 3:
Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night,
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and light.

Verse 4:
Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

J. Keble

No. 101: Singing from the Heart

This is the hymn on the other side of the bobby pin marker. Of course, I have no way of knowing who put the pin there or why, but I wonder if one of these two songs had special meaning to a previous owner of the hymnal. Perhaps God will be kind enough to let me ask her or him when I reach Heaven.

Verse 1:
If you have a pleasant tho’t,
Sing it, sing it;
As the birds sing in their sport,
Sing it from the heart;
Does the Holy Spirit move,
For the children of His love–
Sing and point the home above,
Sing it from the heart.

Singing, singing from the heart,
Oh, the joy our songs impart!
Jesus, bless the tuneful art,
Singing from the heart.

Verse 2:
Ev’ry gracious deed of His,
Sing it, sing it;
Nothing sounds so well as this,
Sing it from the heart;
How the Lord walked on the wave,
Rescued Laz’rus from the grave,
Died our guilty souls to save,
Sing it from the heart.

Verse 3:
Are you weary, are you sad–
Sing it, sing it;
Make yourselves and others glad,
Sing it from the heart;
Blessed ones before His face,
Sing of Christ’s atoning grace,
Give the Savior endless praise,
Sing it from the heart.

R. Morris, L.L.D./H.R. Palmer

No. 90: Opening Hymn

“Today” again, in transition to one word from two. A new linguistic note from this hymn; “ever-blessed” is still two words as seen in Verse 2. Currently, the spelling in quotes is considered correct. I wonder how long it will stay this way before becoming a single word as so many other two-word combinations did in the last century.

Verse 1:
We have come to seek a blessing
In our Father’s house to-day;
All His wondrous love confessing,
At the throne of grace we pray;
For His guidance we implore Him,
For the wisdom from above,
And with grateful hearts adore Him,
For His goodness and His love.

Verse 2:
Joyfully our songs ascending
To the ever blessed One,
With the angel notes are blending,
As they chant around the throne.
Gladly to the open portal,
All our off’rings now we bring;
Heirs are we to life immortal,
Subjects of a heav’nly King.

Verse 3:
At the bell’s sweet chime we gather,
In the house of praise and pray’r,
Children of one loving Father,
Guarded by His tender care;
May we sing the precious story
Of a Savior’s wondrous love,
With the ransom’d saints in glory,
In our Father’s house above.

J.F. Hall

No. 66 the Beatitudes

Verse 1:
Blessed! blessed!
Poor in spirit,
Mourning, weeping on the way;
Yours a kingdom to inherit,
God shall wipe your tears away.

Blessed! blessed!
O pure hearted
And who make and live for peace;
You from God shall ne’er be parted,
Nor from you his favor cease.

Verse 2:
Blessed! blessed!
Meek and lowly,
You from strife and rage afar;
Earth is yours and heav’n so holy,
You shall shine where angels are.

Verse 3:
Blessed! blessed!
Hung’ring, thirsting,
For the righteousness you love;
Lo for you the Fount is bursting,
And the feast awaits above.

Verse 4:
Blessed! blessed!
Kind, forgiving,
In the smile of God you rest;
Mercy from on high receiving,
Blessed now and ever blest.

Rev. W. Wye Smith/W.F. Sherwin

No. 49 Sweet By-and-By

Verse 1:
There’s a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling place there.

In the sweet by-and-by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore,
In the sweet by-and-by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

Verse 2:
We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

Verse 3:
To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,
And the blessings that hallow our days.

S. Fillmore Bennett/Jos. P. Webster

No. 45 Sweet Mount of Prayer

Verse 1:
Out from the living tide, weary, oppressed,
Calling His chosen ones, Jesus would rest;
Rest from the pressing care,
On that sweet mount of pray’r,
Whole nights He’d wrestled there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Whole nights He’d wrestled there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Verse 2:
When thro’ the path of life, weary we stray,
Jesus with loving voice, calls us away;
How sweet to leave our care,
And on the mount of pray’r,
Meet with our Savior there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Meet with our Savior there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Verse 3:
Chosen by such a friend, dearest and best,
Ere we had tho’t of Him, moments how blest!
Taught at the mount of pray’r,
Lessons so rich and rare,
Oh, to be often there,
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Blest, blest retreat!
Oh, to be often there,
Blest, blest retreat!

Ella McAfferty/Frederic H. Pease