Category Archives: Jesus

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

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No. 138 Tell Me All About Jesus

Verse 1:
Tell me all about Jesus,
Who came from heav’n above;
Tell me more of His goodness,
More of His precious love.

Refrain:
Tell me all about Jesus,
Tell me that I may know,
The story of the Savior,
Who loves, who loves me so.

Verse 2:
Tell me all about Jesus,
Who daily cares for me;
Tell me why He should love me,
Why He should die for me.

Verse 3:
Tell me all about Jesus,
Repeat the story o’er,
Never shall I grow weary,
Hearing it more and more.

Rev. Elisha A. Hoffman/Joseph Garrison

No. 137 Oh, For a Thousand Tongues

This is one my favorite hymns, but I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it with this Verse 2.

Old Air: “Away the Bowl”

Verse 1:
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,–
To spread thro’ all the earth abroad,
The honors of Thy name.

Verse 2:
Jesus! the name that charms my fears,
That bids our sorrow cease;
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears;
‘Tis life, and health, and peace,
He speaks, and, list’ning to His voice,–
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.

Wesley/Arr. by T.M.T.

No. 99: I am Longing to Be Free

Verse 1:
I am longing, precious Jesus,
For communion sweet with Thee;
I am longing for that union
For that perfect liberty;
I am longing, I am longing to be free.

Refrain:
Oh, I am longing to be free,
Yes, I’m longing to be free,
I am longing, precious Jesus, for Thee,
Oh, I am longing to be free,
Yes, I’m longing to be free,
I am longing, precious Jesus, for Thee.

Verse 2:
I have tasted of the sweetness
Of Thy presence in my heart;
And I want Thee with me ever,
With Thee, no more to part;
I am longing, I am longing to be free.

Verse 3:
Oh, I know that there is a freedom
Far away from earthly care;
When with Thee it’s always sunshine,
When with Thee it’s always fair;
I am longing, I am longing to be free.

D.C.C./David C. Cook/Harmonized by T.M.T.

No. 95 Nothing Apart from Thee

(Old Air, “Juanita”)

Verse 1:
Jesus, Thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord!
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, Thou art all to me,
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

Refrain:
Jesus, my Lord,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 2:
When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord!
Jesus, my Lord!
What need I now to fear
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near,
Jesus, my Lord.

Verse 3:
Surely Thou’ll come again,
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord!
Jesus, my Lord!
Then Thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.

James George Deck/Arr. by T.M.T.

Tell It Again

Today, I received a lot of hymnals I had purchased in an on-line auction. One of them is titled, “Sunny Songs for Little Folks No. 1” and was published in 1908. Whenever I get a new hymnal, I flip through it to see if it has any songs I don’t know. This song impressed me greatly. I pray that we will work so that, when the Saviour returns, no one will be able to say, “Nobody ever has told me before!”.

Verse 1:
Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay,
Dying alone at the close of the day,
News of salvation we carried;–said he,
“Nobody ever has told it to me!”

Refrain:
Tell it again! tell it again!
Salvation’s story repeat o’er and o’er,
Till none can say of the children of men,
“Nobody ever has told me before!”

Verse 2:
“Did he so love me, a poor little boy?
Send unto me the good tidings of joy?
Need I not perish? my hand will he hold?
Nobody ever the story has told!”

Verse 3:
Bending, we caught the last words of his breath,
Just as he entered the valley of death,
“God sent me his Son!” “whosoever,” said he;
“Then I am sure that he sent him for me!”

Verse 4:
Smiling, he said, as his last sigh he spent,
“I am so glad that for me he was sent!”
Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west,
“Lord, I believe,” “tell it now to the rest!”

Mrs. M.B.C. Slade/R.M. McIntosh

No. 88: Onward, Christian Soldiers

A favorite of mine. Although, I have never seen the third verse before.

Verse 1:
Onward, Christian soldiers!
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before;
Christ, the royal Master,
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
See His banner go!

Refrain:
Onward, Christian soldiers!
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before.

Verse 2:
Like a mighty army,
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.

Verse 3:
Crowns and thrones may perish,
Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain;
Gates of Hell can never
‘Gainst that Church prevail;
We have Christ’s own promise,
And that cannot fail.

Verse 4:
Onward, then, ye people,
Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph-song;
Glory, laud and honor
Unto Christ, the King,
This thro’ countless ages
Men and angels sing.

Sabine Baring-Gould/Sullivan