Lord of the earth, whose goodness gives,
To us the harvests of the field,
O guide us, so our humble lives
May unto thee rich fruitage yield!

Lord of the ocean, Thou whose will
Creates and calms the raging seas,
O now to us say, "Peace, be still"!
And bid our fears and tumults cease!

Lord of the sky, at whose command
Sun, moon and stars show forth their light,
O grant our path through this drear land
May by Thy word be always bright!

Lord, of the earth, the sea, the heaven,
By whom creation is controlled,
to Thee be praise and glory given-
Be Thou for evermore extolled!

O do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light!
Poor sinner, harden not they heart;
Tho wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

Tomorrow’s sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight:
This is the time-oh, then, be wise!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

Our God, in pity, lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

The world has nothing new to give;
It has no true, no pure delight:
Look now to Jesus Christ and live!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not tonight?

In Jesus sleeping till He come!
O happy spirit, now at home,
Can heart conceive thy wondrous rest,
In peace asleep on Jesus’ breast?

What joys are thine, unknown below,
What nameless bliss, we do not know;
But know thou art with Him we love-
At home, O Lord, with Thee above!

Thou givest Thy beloved sleep!
We bless Thee, though the eye doth weep.
Our hearts through grief, O Love Divine,
Draw closer-make more fully Thine!

We too shall sleep, or tarry here,
Awake, to meet Thee in the air:
Yet waking or asleep, how blest-
Thyself our Refuge, Home and Rest!

Thou Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,
We worship Thee with one accord-
Christ on the Father’s throne above,
Revealer of His boundless love!

From brightest glory thou didst come
To Calvary’s deepest, darkest gloom:
We worship Thee, Thou Son of God,
Who stooped to meet wrath’s lifted rod!

To Thee in glory we shall raise
What rich, eternal bursts of praise,
Blest Holy, Holy, Holy One,
Thou Living God’s Eternal Son!

When I survey that glorious throne,
And there behold the Lamb once slain,
Who bore our bitter loss alone,
Who shares with us His richest gain;

I glory then as never I did
When this vain world could charm me most,
Nor does my Lord the boast forbid,
For He Himself is all my boast.

See Head and Side, see Hands and Feet,
What wondrous beauties all adorn,
For only love and glory meet,
Where pierced the nail, the spear, the thorn.

The love has made the glory mine
Oh, prostrate at His feet I’d fall!
And even the glory I’d resign
To have the love alone, my all.

The Saviour lives, no more to die;
He lives, our Head, enthroned on high;
He lives, triumphant over the grave;
He lives eternally to save.

The chief of sinners He receives,
His saints He loves and never leaves;
He’ll guard us safe from every ill,
And all His promises fulfill.

Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord:
And prove what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Our doubts and fears forever gone,
For Christ is on the Father’s throne.