Joy comes in the morning . . .

Little Flock #216

Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father's throne:
Thy path of shame and suffering o'er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.

With joy our wondering hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth, of power and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than honey far more sweet.

O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God's own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?

We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Thy death the power of death did slay.

We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.

Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father's home;
Oh what ecstatic joy 'twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!



Echoes of Grace #275


We are by Christ redeemed,
The cost - His precious blood;
Be nothing by our souls esteemed
Like this great good.
Were the vast world our own
With all its varied store,
And Thou, Lord Jesus, wert unknown,
We still were poor.

Our earthen vessels break;
The world itself grows old;
But Christ our precious dust will take
And freshly mould.
He'll give these bodies vile
A fashion like His own,
He'll bid the whole creation smile,
And hush its groan.

Thus far by grace preserved,
Each moment speeds us on;
The crown and kingdom are reserved
Where Christ is gone.
When cloudless morning shines,
We shall His glory share;
In pleasant places are the lines;
The home how fair!

To Him our weakness clings
Through tribulation sore,
And seeks the covert of His wings
Till all be o'er.
And when we've run the race,
And fought the faithful fight,
We then shall see Him face to face,
With saints in light.

In Heavenly Love Abiding

In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear,
And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?

Wherever He may guide me, no want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me, and nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh, and I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o'er me where the dark clouds had been.
My hope I cannot measure, my path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure, and He will walk with me.

Ere yet another morning my spirit may be free,
As absent from the body, at home, O Lord, with Thee.
O sleep, O rest, how precious! As, guarded by Thy care,
I'm waiting for Thy promise to meet Thee in the air!

The Lord Himself, e'en Jesus, amid the ransomed throng,
Its glory, joy, and beauty, its never-ending song.
O day of wondrous promise, the Bridegroom and the bride
Are seen in glory ever; forever satisfied!

Little Flock Hymn #283

When we survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our God;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We'd sacrifice them to His blood.

There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest powers,
Demands our soul, our life, our all.