The Days of Heaven

 THE DAYS OF HEAVEN 

The Days of Heaven are peaceful days,
Still as yon glassy sea;
So calm, so still in God our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.

The Days of Heaven are holy days,
From sin forever free;
So cleansed and kept our days, O Lord,
As the Days of Heaven would be.

The Days of Heaven are happy days,
Sorrow they never see;
So full of gladness all our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.

The Days of Heaven are healthful days,
They feed on life's fair tree;
So feeding on Thy strength, O Christ,
Our days as Heaven may be.

The Days of Heaven are busy days,
They serve continually;
So spent for Thee and Thine, our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.

The Days of Heaven are Christly days,
The Light of Heaven is He;
So walking at His side, our days
As the Days of Heaven would be.

The Days of Heaven are endless days,
Days of eternity;
So may our lives and works endure
While the Days of Heaven shall be.

And soon the glad millennial days
Our joyful eyes shall see,
And for a thousand happy years
Our days as Heaven shall be.

Walk with us, Lord, through all the days,
And let us walk with thee;
Till as Thy will is done in Heaven,
On earth so shall it be.

Even As He

 EVEN AS HE

SWEET is the message the gospel brings us,
Message of mercy, full and free,
"We are accepted in the Beloved;
We are beloved even as He."

We are as near, as dear as Jesus;
How can we nearer, dearer be?
We are accepted in the Beloved;
We are beloved even as He.

Why should we ever fear or falter,
Why should we ever anxious be,
If we're accepted in the Beloved,
If we're beloved even as He?

How can my love grow cold or languid
While I can hear His word to me,
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He?

When I am pressed by sin or Satan,
This is the word that bids them flee,-
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.

When I shall cross the fords of Jordan,
This shall my joyful death-song be, -
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.

When I shall reach the portals yonder,
This shall my heavenly passport be,-
I am accepted in the Beloved,
I am beloved even as He.

Get Somewhere

 GET SOMEWHERE

ARE you groping for a blessing,
Never getting there?
Listen to a word in season,
Get somewhere.

Are you struggling for salvation
By your anxious prayer?
Stop your struggling, simply trust, and -
Get somewhere.

Are you worn and heavy laden,
Pressed with many a care?
Cast your burden on the Lord, and -
Get somewhere.

Would you know the Great Physician
Who your sickness bare?
Simply take Him at His word, and -
Get somewhere.

Does the answer seem to linger
To your earnest prayer?
Turn your praying into praise, and -
Get somewhere.

Are you looking for your mission,
What to do and dare?
Cease your dreaming, start at something -
Get somewhere.

You will never know His fullness
Till you boldly dare
To commit your all to Him, and -
Get somewhere.

All your efforts are but building
Castles in the air
Till you answer yes to God, and -
Get somewhere.

Let Yourself Alone

LET YOURSELF ALONE

Vain and fruitless is the struggle
Self to sanctify;
God alone can cleanse and keep you,
Wherefore should you try?
Oh, the needless cares and conflicts
You had never known,
If you'd learned the simple lesson, -
Let yourself alone.

Let your eyes keep looking upward;
Cease to look within;
All your introspection cannot
Cleanse a single sin.
You will find your best self effort
Vain, and worse than vain,
As the touch of soiled fingers
Only leaves a stain.

Leave your rights and reputation
In the Master's hand.
What though men misunderstand you,
Jesus understands;
He can shield and vindicate you,
Right your every wrong,
Turn the hate of men and devils
Into joy and song.

It is life you need, not labor -
Life that springs from Him;
If you'd have your cup run over,
Fill it to the brim.
All the springs of power and blessing
Flow from yonder throne;
If you'd have them fill and flood you,
Let yourself alone.

Himself

HIMSELF

ONCE it was the blessing,
Now it is the Lord ;
Once it was the feeling,
Now it is His Word;
Once His gifts I wanted,
Now the Giver own;
Once I sought for healing,
Now Himself alone.

Once 'twas painful trying,
Now 'tis perfect trust;
Once a half salvation,
Now the uttermost;
Once 'twas ceaseless holding,
Now He holds me fast;
Once 'twas constant drifting,
Now my anchor's cast.

Once 'twas busy planning,
Now 'tis trustful prayer;
Once 'twas anxious caring,
Now He has the care;
Once 'twas what I wanted,
Now what Jesus says;
Once 'twas constant asking,
Now 'tis ceaseless praise.

Once it was my working,
His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him,
Now He uses me;
Once the power I wanted,
Now the Mighty One;
Once for self I labored,
Now for Him alone.

Once I hoped in Jesus,
Now I know He's mine;
Once my lamps were dying,
Now they brightly shine;
Once for death I waited,
Now His coming hail,
And my hopes are anchored,
Safe within the vail. 

A New Year Wish

 A NEW YEAR WISH

EVER may the Father send thee
More than fondest love can pray;
May His love and power defend thee
And His presence still attend thee
For thy farthest pilgrim way.

Better than thy best endeavor
Ever may thy future prove;
Evil touch or harm thee never,
Richest blessing crown thee ever,
Ending in the bliss above.

Look To Jesus

LOOK TO JESUS

Are you looking at your sins and failures?
Look to Jesus.
Are you seeking to be saved by trying?
Look to Jesus.
One sight of Him is worth a thousand tears,
One word from Him will banish all your fears,
One smile from Him, oh, how it helps and cheers,
Look away to Jesus.

Are you looking at your grief and sorrow?
Look to Jesus.
Are you anxious for the coming morrow?
Look to Jesus.
One sight of Him will melt your clouds away,
One word from Him will turn your night to day,
One smile from Him illumine all your way,
Look away to Jesus.

Has the vision of the world defiled you?
Look to Jesus.
Has some smiling face of clay beguiled you?
Look to Jesus.
One look at Him, and earth no more can charm,
One word from Him, and naught can e'er alarm,
One smile from Him will Satan's wiles disarm,
Look away to Jesus.

Are you looking at your heart for feeling?
Look to Jesus.
Are you looking for some sign of healing?
Look to Jesus.
Look out, not in, and stop your vain repining,
Look past the cloud and see the silver lining,
He is your Sun and He is ever shining,
Look away to Jesus.

Are you looking at the people round you?
Look to Jesus.
Do the things that sometimes come astound you?
Look to Jesus.
Look unto Him, for none but He can guide,
Look unto Him, no matter what betide,
Look unto Him, He always is beside,
Look away to Jesus.

I'm Living In Heaven Today

 I'M LIVING IN HEAVEN TO-DAY

They tell of the bliss of the ransomed above
In the Land that is far, far away;
But Jesus so fills my glad heart with His love
That I'm living in heaven to-day.

They tell of the pleasures that never decline
And the treasures that never decay;
But Jesus Himself and His riches are mine,
And I'm living in heaven to-day.

No sorrow e'er comes to that beautiful shore,
And their tears have been all wiped away;
But Jesus has taught me to sorrow no more,
And He fills me with heaven to-day.

For heaven is Jesus and Jesus is mine,
And His presence is with me alway;
He fills me so full of His glory divine
That I'm living in heaven to-day.

I now have a joy that they never can know,
In that Land that is far, far away;
I'm seeking and saving poor sinners below,
And this is my heaven to-day.

Always Spring

ALWAYS SPRING

THE summer birds have ceased their singing,
The summer flowers have passed away,
The sunshine from the skies has faded,
The autumn clouds are cold and gray;
But still my happy heart is singing,
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring.

The sweetest joys of earth may fail me,
The fondest friendships pass away,
The brightest frames and feelings languish
As sinks the light of setting day;
But still my happy heart is singing,
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring.

The love of Jesus is my sunshine,
His presence is my joy and song,
His loving kindness floods my being
And keeps me gladsome all day long;
And so my happy heart is singing -
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring.

My day no more can sink in darkness,
My sun no more shall set in night;
Christ is my sunshine and my summer
And God, my everlasting light:
And so my happy heart is singing -
For Jesus is my Lord and King;
His peace to me a heaven is bringing,
And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring. 

On Eagle's Wings

ON EAGLES' WINGS

MOUNTING up with wings as eagles,
Waiting on the Lord we rise;
Strength receiving, life renewing,
How our spirit heavenward flies!
Then our springing feet returning
To the pathway of the saint,
We shall run and not be weary,
We shall walk and never faint.

Oh, we need these heights of rapture
Where we mount on eagles' wings;
Then returning to life's duties,
All our heart exultant springs.
This our every burden lightens
Till, with sweet, divine constraint,
We can run and not be weary,
We can walk and never faint. 

No One But Jesus

NO ONE BUT JESUS

WHEN over my spirit the burden of sin
Has rolled like a wild, stormy wave,
With darkness and terror without and within,
Then no one but Jesus can save.
When crushed and o'erwhelmed with my sorrow and care
I'm sinking in anguish and fear,
Then no one but Jesus my burden can bear,
And no one but Jesus can cheer.

When sickness, infirmity, anguish and pain
Upon me resistlessly steal,
There's no one but Jesus for body and brain,
There's no one but Jesus can heal.
And when through the valley of death I shall go,
Eternity almost in view,
When shadows grow dark and the waters o'erflow
Then no one but Jesus will do.
 

The Upward Calling

The Upward Calling

A voice is calling me, a Hand has grasped me,
By cords unseen my soul is upward drawn;
My heart has answered to that upward calling,
I clasp the Hand that lifts and leads me on.

I'm turning from the past that lies behind me,
I'm reaching forth unto the things before;
I've caught the taste of life's eternal fountains,
And all my being longs and thirsts for more.

A brooding Presence hovers o'er my spirit,
The Heavenly Dove my heart doth softly woo;
I catch bright visions of my heavenly calling
And all there is for me to be and do.

A mystic glory lingers all around me,
And all the air breathes out the eternal spring;
I feel the pulses of the New Creation,
And all things whisper of the Coming King.

And in my heart I hear the Spirit's whisper,
"The Bridegroom cometh, hasten to prepare!"
And with my vessels filled and lamps all burning
I'm going out to meet Him in the air.

To Glorify My God

TO GLORIFY MY GOD

To Glorify my God, no lesser aim
My God-given life and powers shall henceforth claim;
My body, soul, and spirit, Lord, are Thine;
The joy to give them back to Thee be mine.

His Father's glory Jesus ever sought;
To do His work and will His only thought;
About His Father's business He must be:
Lord, may Thy business be as much to me.

How best can I my Father glorify?
Naught can be added to His majesty;
But I can let His glory through me shine
And shed on all around His light divine.

And like the legend that they tell of one
Who sought to build a temple to the sun,
And reared the chiseled stone and burnished gold,
But still the splendid walls were dark and cold,

Until another architect appeared;
A temple of transparent glass he reared;
And lo, the sun came down his work to own,
And with his glory through the temple shone;

So let my soul be flooded with Thy light;
So let my heart be open to Thy sight;
So glorify Thyself, O Lord, in me,
Till all my being answers, Lord, to Thee.

God's Best

GOD'S BEST

GOD has His best things for the few:
That dare to stand the test;
God has His second choice for those
Who will not have His best.

It is not always open ill
That risks the promised rest;
The better often is the foe
That keeps us from the best.

There's scarcely one but vaguely wants
In some way to be blest;
'Tis not Thy blessing, Lord, I seek,
I want Thy very best.

And others make the highest choice,
But when by trials pressed,
They shrink, they yield, they shun the Cross,
And so they lose the best.

I want, in this short life of mine,
As much as can be pressed
Of service true for God and man;
Help me to be my best.

I want to stand, when Christ appears,
In spotless raiment dressed,
Numbered among his hidden ones,
His holiest and his best. 

I want, among the victor throng,
To have my name confessed,
And hear my Master say at last,
"Well done, you did your best."

Give me, O Lord, Thy highest choice,
Let others take the rest;
Their good things have no charm for me,
For I have got Thy best!

Holding On The Way

 HOLDING ON THE WAY

'Tis the promise of God, and it never can fail,
Unto all who will trust and obey;
Though trials may press, and though foes may assail,
The righteous shall hold on his way.

I shall hold on my way for He holds my hand,
And He'll not let me stumble or stray;
While I heed His voice and obey His command,
I surely shall hold on my way.

My Secret

 MY SECRET

SHALL I tell you what it is that keeps me singing,
Never minding whether it be shade or shine?
Tis because His own glad song is singing in me,
Tis because the Savior's joy is always mine.

Shall I tell you what it is that keeps me springing,
With a strength that smiles at sickness and decay?
Tis because the Life of Jesus fills my being,
And the Living Bread sustains me day by day.

Shall I tell you why my foes no longer vex me,
And my cares and fears and doubtings all are o'er ?
Tis because I've given my burdens all to Jesus,
And He leads me forth in triumph evermore.

Shall I tell you why my life is now so easy?
'Tis because this wretched self has ceased to be;
Once it caused me all my troubles, but it's buried,
And it is no longer I, but Christ in me.

Shall I tell you why I love to work for Jesus?
'Tis because His blessed Spirit works in me;
I have but to let Him use me, His the power,
Mine the recompense to share, the fruit to see.

Shall I tell you why I love to tell of Jesus?
Tis because there's nothing else so good and true;
There's no other name or story worth the telling;
Without Jesus what could helpless sinners do?

Shall I tell you why I'm watching for His coming?
Tis because of all my future He's the sum;
This will be my joy forever - Jesus only -
And I long, and look, and pray for Him to come.

The New Life

 THE NEW LIFE

Life's crisis has been passed,
And I have come at last
Into the Promised Land of Peace and Rest;
The crisis hour is o'er
And now forevermore
I'm dwelling in God's blessing and God's best.

It came, I know not how,
But this I know, that now
My life has found a new and nobler plane;
Something has passed away,
Something has come to stay,
And I can never be the same again.

The change is not in me,
Rather, it seems that He
Has come Himself to live His life in mine;
And as I stepped aside
And took Him to abide,
He came and filled me with His life divine.

I came to Jordan's flood,
And as with Him I stood,
The Heavenly Dove upon my spirit came;
Just how I cannot tell,
But this I know full well
That life henceforth can never mean the same.

And yet it brings no strain,
But hand, and heart, and brain
Move on with all the old simplicity;
I do not have to try
For it is no more I
But Christ who thinks, and lives, and moves in me.

The testing hours have come,
In flesh, and heart, and home,
But He was near my every load to share.
New tasks have called me on,
New victories have been won,
But through the cloud and sunshine He was there.

No more I doubt or fear,
The way shines bright and clear,
And One who ne'er can fail is leading on;
He will not let me stray
But lead me all the way
Until the fight is fought, the crown is won.