Tag Archives: Christ

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. 53 Yield Not to Temptation

Verse 1:
Yield not to temptation,
For yielding is sin,
Each vict’ry will help you
Some other to win;
Fight manfully onward,
Dark passions subdue,
Look ever to Jesus,
He’ll carry you through.

Refrain:
Ask the Savior to help you,
Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;
He is willing to aid you,
He will carry you through.

Verse 2:
Shun evil companions,
Bad language disdain,
God’s name hold in rev’rence,
Nor take it in vain;
Be thoughtful and earnest,
Kind-hearted and true,
Look ever to Jesus,
He’ll carry you through.

Verse 3:
To him that o’ercometh
God giveth a crown,
Thro’ faith we shall conquer,
Though often cast down;
He who is our Savior,
Our strength will renew,
Look ever to Jesus,
He’ll carry you through.

Words and music by H.R. Palmer

No. 52 Seeking for Me

Verse 1:
Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame,
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me,
Seeking for me, seeking for me,
Seeking for me, seeking for me;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.

Verse 2:
Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary’s tree,
Suffer’d and died, and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me,
Dying for me, dying for me,
Dying for me, dying for me;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.

Verse 3:
Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long He hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me,
Calling for me, calling for me,
Calling for me, calling for me;
Gently and long He hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.

E.E.H./E.E. Hasty

No. 51

No title is given for this hymn, although I believe it is “In the Secret of His Presence”.

Verse 1:
In the secret of His presence,
I am kept from strife of tongues,
His pavilion is around me,
And within are ceaseless songs;
Stormy winds, His words fulfilling,
Beat without, but cannot harm,
For the Master’s voice is stilling
Storm and tempest to a calm.

Verse 2:
In the secret of His presence,
All the darkness disappears,
For a sun that knows no setting,
Throws a rainbow on my fears,
So the day grows ever brighter,
Broadening to the perfect noon,
So the way grows ever brighter,
Heaven is coming near and soon.

Verse 3:
In the secret of His presence,
Nevermore can foes alarm,
In the shadow of the highest,
I can meet them with a song.
For the strong pavilion hides me,
Turns their fiery darts aside,
And I know whate’er betides me,
I shall live because He died.

Verse 4:
In the secret of His presence,
In the sweet, unbroken rest,
Pleasures, joys, in glorious fullness,
Making earth like Eden blest;
So my peace grows deep and deeper,
Widening as it nears the sea,
For my Savior is my keeper,
Keeping mine and keeping me.

Rev. Henry Burton

No. 47 Kind Words Can Never Die

Verse 1:
Kind words can never die,
Cherish’d and blest;
God knows how deep they lie,
Stor’d in the breast;
Live childhood’s simple rhymes,
Said o’er a thousand times,
Ay, in all years and climes,
Distant and near,
Kind words can never die,
Never die, never die ,
Kind words can never die,
No, never, die.

Verse 2:
Sweet thot’s can never die,
Tho’, like the flow’rs,
Their brightest hues may fly
In wintry hours;
But when the gentle dew
Gives them their charms anew,
With many an added hue
They bloom again,
Sweet thot’s can never die,
Never die, never die,
Sweet thot’s can never die,
No, never die.

Verse 3:
Our souls can never die,
Tho’ in the tomb
We may all have to lie,
Wrapp’d in its gloom,
What tho’ the flesh decay,
Souls pass in peace away,
Live thro’ eternal day
With Christ above,
Our souls can never die,
Never die, never die,
Our souls can never die,
No, never die.

A.H./Abby Hutchinson

No. 46 Happy Greeting

Verse 1:
Come, let us be joyful and mingle our song,
And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along;
We’ll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise
To Him who has kept us, and lengthened our days.

Refrain:
Happy greeting to all!
Happy greeting to all,
Happy greeting, happy greeting,
Happy greeting to all!

Verse 2:
Dear Jesus our Savior, we lift up to Thee,
Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee;
Protect us, and keep us, dear Jesus, we pray,
That from Thy blest precepts we never stray.

Verse 3:
And if, ere this new week has drawn to a close,
Some loved one among us in death shall repose,
O Lord, may the dear one in blessedness dwell,
In the mansions of Jesus, where all shall be well.

Arranged

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