Words: Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879).
Words: Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879).
Until He Come
Until He come—for sure the Master cometh—
Until He come my heart shall watch and yearn
With eager love for Him my soul so loveth
My Lord and king, who said, I will return.
Until He come! For surely comes the dawning
Of brightest day this world has ever known,
When light of Heaven’s own eternal morning
Illumines earth with glory from the throne.
Until He come! Then flee all fear and sadness,
Lost, ever lost in depths of love divine!
Then ne’er a tear but born of heart’s deep gladness
That I am His, that He the King is mine!
Until He come! Then rapture overflowing
When from the skies He comes His own to claim!
O day of days, the Savior’s splendors showing,
The glory of His all excelling name!
Words: Ernst G.W. Wesley, 1921
Sweetly the Holy Hymn
Sweetly the holy hymn
Breaks on the morning air;
Before the world with smoke is dim
We meet to offer prayer.
While flowers are wet with dews,
Dew of our souls, descend:
Ere yet the sun the day renews,
O Lord, Thy Spirit send.
Upon the battlefield,
Before the fight begins,
We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield,
To guard us from our sins.
Ere yet our vessel sails
Upon the stream of day
We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way!
On the lone mountain side,
Before the morning’s light,
The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
And rose refreshed with might.
Oh, hear us then, for we
Are very weak and frail,
We make the Savior’s name our plea,
And surely must prevail.
Words: Charles Spurgeon, 1849.
We Have An Anchor
Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
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We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
It is safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy that blast, thro’ strength divine.
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It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear—
When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.
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It will firmly hold in the Floods of Death—-
When the waters cold chill our latest breath,
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the Veil.
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When our eyes behold through the gath’ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.
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Words: Priscilla J. Owens, 1882.

Almighty Father of mankind,
On Thee our hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes
I shall not trust in vain.
In early years Thou wast my Guide,
And of my youth the Friend;
And as my days began with Thee,
With Thee my days shall end.
I know the Power in Whom I trust,
The arm on which I lean;
He will my Savior ever be
Who has my Savior been.
My God, who causedst me to hope
When life began to beat,
And, when a stranger in the world,
Didst guide my wandering feet.
Thou wilt not cast me off when age
And evil days descend;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair
To mourn my latter end.
Therefore in life I’ll trust in Thee,
In death I will adore;
And after death will sing Thy praise
When time shall be no more.
Words: Michael Bruce (1746-1767).
Music: St. Peter (Reinagle), Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836
Let Him to Whom We Now Belong
Let Him to whom we now belong
His sovereign right assert,
And take up every thankful song,
And every loving heart.
He justly claims us for His own,
Who bought us with a price:
The Christian lives to Christ alone,
To Christ alone he dies.
Jesus, Thine own at last receive,
Fulfill our hearts’ desire;
And let us to Thy glory live,
And in Thy cause expire.
Our souls and bodies we resign;
With joy we render Thee
Our all, no longer ours, but Thine,
To all eternity.
Words: Charles Wesley, 1745.
Still Whiter Than Snow
What can be whiter than beautiful snow,
Coming from Heaven to earth below,
Pure and so white as it falleth light
Over this broad world of sin and of woe?
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Yes, there is something still whiter;
Hearken ye weary, and know!
Tho’ your sins be as scarlet red,
They shall be whiter than snow.
Jesus has died, and now all men may know
That His rich blood for the world did flow;
Saved we may be, and from sin set free,
Washed and made whiter than beautiful snow.
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Beautiful souls of His saints here below,
What but His blood could have made them so?
All who believe shall His grace receive,
And be made purer than Heaven-born snow.
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Come to this Savior! He surely doth know
All of your sorrow and sin and woe,
And when you sigh He will hear your cry,
Wash you more white than the beautiful snow.
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Words: Miriam Stabler.
Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
Infant holy,
Infant lowly,
For His bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing,
Little knowing
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging
Angels singing,
Noels ringing,
Tidings bringing,
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Flocks were sleeping,
Shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new,;
Saw the glory,
Heard the story,
Tidings of a Gospel true.
Thus rejoicing,
Free from sorrow,
Praises voicing,
Greet the morrow,
Christ the Babe was born for you!
Lyrics: Traditional Polish Carol
Translator: Edith M. G. Reed
Translation Date: 1921
Music: Traditional Polish Melody
“Infant Holy, Infant Lowly” is thought to be a very old Polish carol, of unknown origin. It was published in Spiewniczek Piesni Koscielne in 1908 and speaks of the stable scene-baby Jesus lying in a manger bed with the animals nearby. It also speaks of the hillside where shepherds heard the story from the angels and rejoiced.
The short rhymed phrases move the piece forward, pointing to the final statement and the purpose of the song: “Christ the babe is Lord of all.”
ht: Bible Gateway

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
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Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
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O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.
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O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
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O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
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O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
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O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.
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O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.
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Words: Unknown