O blessed the house

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1. Oh, blessed the house, whate'er befall,
where Jesus Christ is all in all!
Yea, if He were not dwelling there,
how dark and poor and void it were!

2. Oh, blessed that house where faith ye find
and all within have set their mind
to trust their God and serve Him still
and do in all His holy will!

3. Oh, blessed the parents who give heed
unto their children's foremost need
and weary not of care or cost!
may none to them and heaven be lost!

4. Blessed such a house, it prospers well,
in peace and joy the parents dwell,
and in their children's lot is shown
how richly God can bless His own.

5. Then here will I and mine today
a solemn covenant make and say:
though all the world forsake Thy Word,
I and my house will serve the Lord!

More holiness give me

1. More holiness give me,
more strivings within.
More patience in suffering,
more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Saviour,
more sense of His care.
More joy in His service,
more purpose in prayer.

2. More gratitude give me,
more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory,
more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows,
more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial,
more praise for relief.

3. More purity give me,
more strength to o’ercome.
More freedom from earth-stains,
more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom,
more useful I’d be,
More blessèd and holy,
more, Saviour, like Thee.

Saviour! I follow on

1. Saviour! I follow on,
guided by Thee,
seeing not yet the hand
that leadeth me;
hushed be my heart and still,
fear I no further ill;
only to meet Thy will
my will shall be.

2. Riven the rock for me
thirst to relieve,
manna from Heaven falls
fresh every eve;
never a want severe
causeth my eye a tear,
but Thou dost whisper near:
“Only believe!”

3. Saviour! I long to walk
closer with Thee;
led by Thy guiding hand
ever to be;
constantly near Thy side,
quickened and purified,
living for Him who died
freely for me!

Nearer my God to Thee

1. Nearer, my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee,
e'en though it be a cross
that raiseth me;
still all my song shall be:
nearer, my God, to Thee,
nearer, my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee!

2. Though like the wanderer,
the sun gone down,
darkness be over me,
my rest a stone;
yet in my dreams I'd be
nearer, my God, to Thee...

3. There let the way appear
steps unto heav'n;
all that Thou sendest me
in mercy giv'n;
angels to beckon me
nearer, my God, to Thee...

4. Then with my waking thoughts
bright with Thy praise,
out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
so by my woes to be
nearer, my God, to Thee...

5. Or if on joyful wing,
cleaving the sky,
sun, moon, and stars forgot,
upwards I fly,
still all my song shall be:
nearer, my God, to Thee...

Amazing grace

1. Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
that sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.

2. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears reliev'd;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believ'd!

3. Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.

4. The Lord has promis'd good to me,
his word my hope secures;
he will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures.

5. Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
a life of joy and peace.

6. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
the sun forbear to shine;
but God, who call'd me here below,
will be forever mine.

In Heav´n above

1. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
where God our Father dwells,
how boundless there the blessèdness!
No tongue its greatness tells;
there face to face, and full and free,
ever and evermore we see—
we see the Lord of hosts!

2. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
what glory deep and bright!
The splendor of the noonday sun
grows pale before its light;
that mighty Sun that ne’er goes down,
before Whose face clouds never frown,
is God the Lord of hosts.

3. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
no tears of pain are shed;
there nothing e’er shall fade or die;
life’s fullness round is spread,
and, like an ocean, joy o’erflows,
and with immortal mercy glows
our God the Lord of hosts.

4. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above,
God hath a joy prepared,
which mortal ear hath never heard,
nor mortal vision shared,
which never entered mortal breast,
by mortal lips was ne’er expressed,
’tis God, the Lord of hosts!

Morn amid the mountains

1. Morn amid the mountains -
lovely solitude!
Gushing streams and fountains
murmur: "God is good!
God is good!"

2. Now the glad sun, breaking,
pours a golden flood.
Deepest vales, awaking,
ecco: "God is good!
God is good!"

3. Hymns of praise are ringing
through the leafy wood;
songsters, sweetly singing,
warble: "God is good!
God is good!"

4. Wake, and join the chorus,
child with soul endued;
He whose smile is o´er us,
God, our God is good!
God is good!