In the Cross of Christ I Glory

In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming, Add more l.u.s.ter to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.

Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain Whence the healing waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee.

Christ receiveth Sinful Men

Sinners Jesus will receive; Sound this word of grace to all Who the heav'nly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall.

_Chorus_

Sing it o'er and o'er again: Christ receiveth sinful men; Make the message clear and plain: Christ receiveth sinful men.

Come, and He will give you rest; Trust Him, for His word is plain; He will take the sinfulest; Christ receiveth sinful men.

Christ receiveth sinful men, Even me with all my sin; Purged from ev'ry spot and stain, Heav'n with Him I enter in.

Some Day the Silver Cord will break

Some day the silver cord will break, And I no more as now shall sing; But, O, the joy when I shall wake Within the palace of the King!

And I shall see Him face to face, And tell the story--Saved by grace.

Some day my earthly house will fall, I cannot tell how soon 'twill be, But this I know--my All in All Has now a place in heaven for me.

Some day; till then I'll watch and wait, My lamp all trimmed and burning bright, That when my Saviour ope's the gate.

My soul to Him may take its flight.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loos'd the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel, "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"; Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel; Since G.o.d is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat, He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!

Our G.o.d is marching on.

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 G.o.d is marching on.