222 (C) RH 527 MP 445
When peace, like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
2) Though Satan should buffet,
If trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
3) My sin oh, the bliss
Of this glorious thought,
My sin not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4) For me, be it Christ,
Be it Christ hence to live
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
5) But Lord, 'tis for Thee,
For Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal:
Oh trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul.
223 (Eb) OB 158
Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning,
When with our Saviour heaven is begun.
Earth's toiling ended, O glorious dawning;
Beyond the sunset, when day is done.
2) Beyond the sunset no clouds will gather,
No storms will threaten, no fears annoy,
O day of gladness, O day unending;
Beyond the sunset, eternal joy.
3) Beyond the sunset, a hand will guide me
To God, the Father, Whom I adore;
His glorious presence, His words of welcome,
Will be my portion, on that fair shore.
4) Beyond the sunset, O glad reunion,
With our dear loved ones
Who've gone before.
In that fair homeland, we'll know no parting,
Beyond the sunset, forevermore
224 (Bb) OB 57
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is tramping our the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
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24 (Bb) OB 57
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is tramping our the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on.
2) I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
3) He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never sound retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat;
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him,
Be jubilant, my feet,
Our God is marching on.
4) In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.
225 (F) OB 28
Let me walk, blessed Lord,
In the way Thou hast gone,
Leading straight to the land above;
Giving cheer everywhere,
To the sad and the lone,
Fill my way every day with love.
Chorus:
Fill my way every day with love,
As I walk with the heavenly Dove;
Let me go all the while,
With a song and a smile,
Fill my way every day with love.
2) Keep me close to the side
Of my Saviour and Guide,
Let me never in darkness rove;
Keep my path free from wrath,
And my soul satisfied,
Fill my way every day with love.
3) Soon the race will be o'er,
And I'll travel no more,
But abide in my home above;
Let me sing, blessed King,
All the way to the shore,
Fill my way every day with love.
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