Category Archives: Heaven

No. 160 All My Life Long

Verse 1:
All my life long have my steps been attended
Surely by One who regarded my ways;
Tenderly watched over, sweetly befriended,
Blessings have follow’d my nights and my days;
Tears have been quenched in the sunshine of gladness,
Anthems of sorrow been turned into song;
Angels have guarded the gateways of sadness,
Summer and winter, yes, all my life long.

Verse 2:
All in the dark would I be, and uncertain
Whither to go, but for One at my side,
Who from the future removes the dim curtain
Lining the glory to mortals denied;
No other friend could so patiently lead me,
No other friend prove so faithful and strong;
With angels’ food He has promised to feed me,
Who hath befriended me all my life long.

Verse 3:
He will not weary, O blessed assurance!
Infinite love will the finite outlast;
But for my heavenly Father’s assurance,
Into the depths of despair I were cast;
This is my star in a midnight of sorrow,
This is my refuge, my strength and my song;
Earth is today, but there’s heaven tomorrow,
And Jesus will guide me all my live long.

Josephine Pollard/C.E. Pollock


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.

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.

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. 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

No. 150

No title is given for this hymn. “Lays” is an old word for “songs” or “hymns”. I really like that the author of this hymn has the last name “Medley”.

Verse 1:
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness is so free.

Verse 2:
Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness is so strong.

Verse 3:
So when I pass death’s gloomy vale,
And life and mortal powers shall fail,
Oh, may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.

Verse 4:
Then shall I mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

Rev. Samuel Medley

No. 149 Work and Pray

Verse 1:
Up, friends of Jesus, the harvest now is white;
Work will soon be over, fast falls the shade of night;
Strong in His strength, let us bind the golden sheaves,
Could we meet the Master with naught but leaves?

Work and pray, yes, work and pray,
Let the watchword pass along,
Work and play,
Now while ’tis day,
Come and join our happy throng.

Verse 2:
Up, friends of Jesus, for time will soon be o’er,
Harvest days are passing to come again no more;
Wake from repose, hear the Master calling still,
Rise to earnest effort with right good will.

Verse 3:
Shout, friends of Jesus, for when our work is done,
Joyful we will gather to greet the harvest home;
Then let us hasten the golden sheaves to bind,
Rest and life eternal we all shall find.

Kate Sumner Burr/M.J. Munger