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Like Jesus

Hymnal: LSSS1870 #92 (1870) First Line: I want to be like Jesus Lyrics: 1 I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek; For no one marked an evil word, That ever heard him speak. I want to be like Jesus, So frequently is prayer, Alone upon the mountain top, He met his Father there. I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek; For no one marked an evil word, That ever heard him speak. 2 I want to be like Jesus, For I never, never find That he, though persecuted, was To any one unkind. I want to be like Jesus, Engaged in doing good, So that it may of me be said, She hath done what she could. I want to be like Jesus, For I never, never find That he, though persecuted, was To any one unkind. Tune Title: [I want to be like Jesus]

Children's Praise

Author: George H. Spring Hymnal: LSSS1870 #93 (1870) First Line: O! will the glorious Saviour Lyrics: 1 O! will the glorious Saviour Who reigns enthroned on high, Stoop down and kindly listen, When children to Him cry? And when with voices blending, They seek to hymn his praise, Will he accept their offering? Will he approve their lays? 2 Will He when angels worship, With golden lyres above, Be pleased with childish accents, Which after forth His love? O! yes, such strains tough feeble, Are grateful to his ear, When children love to praise Him, Then Jesus loves to hear. 3 Once while on earth he lingered, Young children gathered round, And with Hosannas singing Made temple walls resound, Then Jesus smiled approving, While others chode their lays, And said of such 'tis written, They have perfected praise. Tune Title: [O! will the glorious Saviour]

We're a cheerful band

Author: J. C. Johnson Hymnal: LSSS1870 #94 (1870) First Line: Brothers, will you go with me Refrain First Line: We're a cheerful pilgrim band Lyrics: 1 Brothers will you go with me, We shall live so happily, Marching to the Happy Land, Singing as we go. Chorus: We're a cheerful pilgrim band, Marching to the Happy land, Marching to the Happy land, Singing as we go. 2 Sisters will you still delay? There are flowers along the way. Come, the Saviour's call obey, Children come to me. [Chorus] 3 Say not we're a gloomy band, Songs and laughter we command, Smiling faces, gentle words All the happy day. [Chorus] 4 Happy they who in their youth, Learn to love the way of Truth; Truth and temperance friends of all, Bless the happy day. [Chorus] 5 Go then with this chosen band, Marching to the Happy Land, There with rapture you may stand, Praise evermore. [Chorus] Tune Title: [Brothers will you go with me]

The Land celestial

Author: Fanny Church Hymnal: LSSS1870 #95 (1870) First Line: There is a land celestial Refrain First Line: Land of perfect beauty Lyrics: 1 There is a land celestial, A world that's bright and fair; And o'er its holy beauty, Floats not a cloud of care. There flows the peaceful river, Beneath the tree of life. There comes no wail of mourning, Nor sound of bitter strife. Chorus: Land of perfect beauty, World so bright and fair, When will Angels call me, When shall I be there. 2 There are the sweet voiced angels, Around the great white throne, Who bow in willing homage, To him who rules alone. Death guards the mystic portals, And gently one by one He leads in weary mortals, Whose earthly work is done. [Chorus] 3 They stand before the Father, The Lord of life and love; He smiles upon his children, He welcomes them above. And all in joyous singing, And peace forever more, There in that far off country, Upon that golden shore. [Chorus] Tune Title: [There is a land celestial]

Think of the Heathen

Author: George H. Spring Hymnal: LSSS1870 #96 (1870) First Line: Children of this favored nation Refrain First Line: Think of the unhappy heathen Lyrics: 1 Children of this favored nation, Think of others far away; Far beyond the rolling ocean, Who in heathen darkness lay, For the gloom is deep and dreadful Which upon their minds is found, They know not the God who made them, Nor the Gospel's joyful sound. Chorus: Think of the unhappy heathen, Oft remember them in prayer, And bring willing offerings for them That good men may to them bear, The glad tidings, the glad tidings, That salvation they may share. 2 O, 'tis sad to see them bowing, Down to blocks of wood and stone, Reverence to dumb idols showing, Which is due to God alone. 'Tis most sad to hear them calling, Unto gods who cannot save, While by thousands they are falling Daily in a hopeless grave. [Chorus] 3 Yes, remember the poor heathen-- Think if you were found to-day Dwelling with them, Godless like them, Just as ignorant as they, Would you not desire that Christians There would send the Bible true; Then do now for the poor heathen, As you would have done for you. [Chorus] Tune Title: [Children of this favored nation]

The River of Death

Author: Fanny Church Hymnal: LSSS1870 #98 (1870) First Line: O, bright is the shore that lies beyond Refrain First Line: O happy the children fair and sweet Lyrics: 1 O, bright is the shore that lies beyond, And shining its golden sands are seen; But fearful and dark with stormy waves The river of death rolls in between. Chorus: O happy the children fair and sweet, That there on the Saviour's bosom lean; He carried them safely through the waves Of the river of death that rolls between. 2 O, fair are the hills that greet our sight, And clad in their robes of living green, We tremble and turn with tearful eyes, For the river of Death that rolls between. [Chorus] 3 O, great is the throng of ransomed there, Whose souls have been washed from every sin; And why should we shrink and fear to pass The river of Death that rolls between? [Chorus] 4 O sweet is the thought to fearful souls, That Christ through the waters dark hath been; His power to save will bring us through The river of Death that rolls between. [Chorus] Tune Title: [O, bright is the shore that lies beyond]

Little pilgrims

Author: Fanny Church Hymnal: LSSS1870 #99 (1870) First Line: To the world above, to the world above Refrain First Line: We are happy little pilgrims Lyrics: 1 To the world above, to the world above, Where no sorrow o'er can come, We are passing on, we are passing on To our bright eternal home. Chorus: We are happy little pilgrims, For we're on our homeward way, Singing ever as we journey To the never ending day. 2 All the way is plain, all the way is plain, For our Lord has gone before; And we hear his voice, and we hear his voice, As it calls us evermore. [Chorus] 3 Bids us come to him, bids us come to him, In the days of early youth; Give to him our hearts, give to him our hearts, Ever walk in paths of truth. [Chorus] 4 We will do his will, we will do his will, While we live on earth below; That when death shall come, he may call us home, And a crown of life bestow. [Chorus] Tune Title: [To the world above, to the world above]

The beautiful Land

Author: F. A. Johnson Hymnal: LSSS1870 #100 (1870) First Line: There is a beautiful land Lyrics: 1 There is a beautiful land, Where only the good can go, A worthy chosen band, Free from every woe, This beautiful land so pleasant and bright, Is only for those who dare to do right. 2 Its streams of sparkling water, Its meadows of richest hue, Those alone can enter, Who to their Lord are true; Its beautiful portals of pearly white, Ope' only to those who dare to do right. 3 The invitation given, Which resounds o'er land and sea; Suffer little children, Let them come unto me. Beautiful angels, radiant with light, Welcome each child who dares to do right. Tune Title: [There is a beautiful land]

A little while

Hymnal: LSSS1870 #101 (1870) First Line: O for the peace which floweth as a river Lyrics: 1 O for the peace which floweth as a river, Making life's desert places bloom and smile; O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright "forever," Amid the shadows of this little while! A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong: A little while, to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song. 2 A little while midst shadow and illusion, To strive by faith's love's mysteries to spell, Then read each dark enigma's bright solution, Then hail sight's verdict, "He doth all things well! A little while the earthern pitcher taking, To way side brooks from far off fountains fed, Then the cool lip its thirst forever slaking, Beside the fulness of the fountain head. 3 A little while to keep the oil from failing A little while faith's flickering lamp to trim; And then the bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, To haste to meet him, with the bridal hymn, And he who is himself the gift and giver, The future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad forever, Will light the shadows of the little while. Tune Title: [O for the peace which floweth as a river]

Home in Paradise

Author: J. C. Johnson Hymnal: LSSS1870 #102 (1870) First Line: Happy spirits joyful rise Refrain First Line: There with dazzling light Lyrics: 1 Happy spirits joyful rise, To your home in Paradise, There forever dwell in bliss, Through long ages, dwell in bliss, Chorus: There with dazzling light, On your raptured sight, Shall rise the glories of your home, And fair angel bands To the Heavenly land, To welcome you shall come, Therefore evermore, forevermore Your blest abode shall be, O the joy, the love of the saints above, No scornful words, no tears of woe, O that glorious rest Of each welcome guest, Now safe arrived at home, In these mansions blest our Father's home, Our glorious heavenly home. 2 Where the stars give purest light, Through the heavens take your flight, Flying from this world of woe, Singing praises as you go. Chorus: There with dazzling light, On your raptured sight, Shall rise the glories of your home, And fair angel bands To the Heavenly land, To welcome you shall come, Therefore evermore, forevermore Your blest abode shall be, O the joy, the love of the saints above, No scornful words, no tears of woe, O that glorious rest Of each welcome guest, Now safe arrived at home, In these mansions blest our Father's home, Our glorious heavenly home. 3 For a season sorely tried, Tried and proved and purified, Sing sweet praises rich and clear, As you pass each rolling sphere. Chorus: There with dazzling light, On your raptured sight, Shall rise the glories of your home, And fair angel bands To the Heavenly land, To welcome you shall come, Therefore evermore, forevermore Your blest abode shall be, O the joy, the love of the saints above, No scornful words, no tears of woe, O that glorious rest Of each welcome guest, Now safe arrived at home, In these mansions blest our Father's home, Our glorious heavenly home. O could we rise with you, Amid the heavenly host To sing forevermore, Forever, evermore. Tune Title: [Happy spirits joyful rise]