How blest a home-the Father’s house!
There love divine doth rest;
What else could satisfy the hearts
Of those in Jesus blest?
His home made ours, His Father’s love-
Our hearts’ full portion-given:
The portion of the firstborn Son,-
The full delight of heaven!

Oh, what a home! The Son who knows-
He only-all His love,
And brings us as His well-beloved
To that bright rest above,
Dwell in His bosom-knoweth all
That in that bosom lies,
And came to earth to make it known,
That we might share His joys.

Oh, what a home! there fullest love
Flows through its courts of light;
The Son’s divine affections flow
Throughout its depth and height.
And full response the Father gives,
To fill with joy the heart-
No cloud is there to dim the scene
Or shadow to impart.

Oh, what a home! But such His love
That He must bring us there,
To fill that home, to be with Him,
And all His glory share.
The Father’s house, the Father’s heart,
All that the Son is given,
Made ours-the objects of His love,
And He, our joy in heaven.

Jesus, the Lord, will soon descend
With shout, with trump of God!
Ye saints, rejoice! His powerful voice
The graves shall instant rend,
While saints their voices blend
In notes of rapture, sweet and loud!

Come, mighty Shepherd of the sheep!
Come in Thy beauty! come!
To Thee convoke Thy waiting flock-
All saints who wake or sleep
Swift summon forth to keep
Love’s glorious tryst beyond the tomb!

Death and the grave with Thee we’ll tread,
In immortality!
Caught up in air, in cloud-ranks fair,
Transfigured quick and dead
Shall rise to Thee, their Head:
Death swallowed up in victory!

Wake, bride of Christ, in ecstasy,
Love’s glad triumphant chord!
Soon, wondrous sight! all love and light,
The Bridegroom come for thee,
Shall take thee, bright as He,
To be forever with the Lord!

Come, sinner, to the gospel feast
O come, without delay!
For there is room in Jesu’s breast
For all who come today.
There’s room in God’s eternal love
To save thy precious soul,
Pow’r in the grace that’s from above
To heal and make thee whole.

There’s room in heav’n among the choir,
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of vict’ry there,
And joys that ne’er were told.
There’s room around the Father’s board
For thee and thousands more:
Then come, and welcome, to the Lord
Yea, come this very hour.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast!”
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting place,
And He hath made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live!”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright!”
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that Light of life, I’ll walk
Till trav’ling days are done.

Faith, simple faith, the Cross surveys,
And looks to that alone,
Counts ev’ry ground of doubt as nought,
And cries, “All, all is done!”
Then doubt no more, thou anxious one;
Christ bore the curse for thee,
And came a Victor from the tomb:
In this thy blessing see!

Ascended now from Olive’s Mount,
For thee He lives on high
Thy Life before the face of God:
In Him faith brings thee nigh!
Though all thy sins on Him were laid,
No sins are on Him now:
His robe is white as heaven’s light:
As He is, so art thou!

Thy faith in Him acceptance finds;
In Him none need to fear:
He is most precious in God’s eye
In Him thou art most dear!
O let such grace drive doubts afar,
And fill thy life with praise,
Till called to join the blood-washed throng
To chant immortal lays!

Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt
Love laid of old on Thee!
‘Twas love Thy cross and sorrow will’d
Love undeserved by me!
The vict’ry over death and hell,
Thou, Lord, for me didst win,
And Thou hast nail’d upon Thy cross
All, all my guilt and sin!

The way into the Holy Place
Stands open now to me,
Where I can see Thy glorious face,
Nor tremble thus to see:
For as I am to Thee I come,
I clasp Thy blessed feet,
To learn the mystery of love,
So deep, so pure, so sweet!

Enfolded, O my Lord, in Thee,
And hid in Thee, I rest,
Enwrapped in Christ’s own purity,
Secure upon Thy breast!
Had I an angel’s raiment, fair,
With heav’nly gems unpriced,
That glorious garb I would not wear,
My robe art Thou, O Christ!

Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour’s grace;
Sing, till in heaven we tune His praise,
And hail Him, hail Him,
Hail Him, "Prince of Peace."

Praise Him who laid His glory by
For man’s apostate race;
Praise Him who stooped to bleed and die,
And hail Him, hail Him, hail Him,
Hail Him, "Prince of Peace."

We soon shall reach that blissful shore,
And view His glorious face;
His name forever to adore,
And hail Him, hail Him, hail Him,
Hail Him "Prince of Peace."

He sitteth o’er the water floods
and He is strong to save-
He sitteth o’er the water floods,
and guides each drifting wave!
Though loud around the vessel’s prow
The waves may toss and break,
Yet at His word they sink to rest,
As on a tranquil lake!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
When waves of sorrow rise,
And while He holds the bitter cup,
He wipes the tearful eyes!
He knows how long the wilful heart
Requires the chastening grief,
And, soon as sorrow work is done,
‘Tis He who sends relief!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods,
As in the days of old.
When o’er the Saviour’s sinless head
The waves and billows rolled!
Yes, all the billows passed o’er Him!
Our sins-they bore Him down!
For us He met the crushing storm-
He met the Almighty’s frown!

He sitteth o’er the water-floods!
Then doubt and fear no more,
For He who passed through all the storms
Has reached the heavenly shore;
And every tempest-driven bark,
With Jesus for its Guide,
Will soon be moored in harbor calm,
In glory to abide!

I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed His eyes of love on me
As near His cross I stood.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"

O never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I died that thou mayst live!"

My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
Again He looked in love, which said:
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"

Then I who, trembling, learned to see
That I my Lord had slain,
Was filled with peace, because for me
He bore that grief and pain.
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.

O Saviour, Shepherd-Lord above,
When wandering sheep were we,
Thou soughtest us in wondrous love,
And shall we not love Thee?
Shall we not love the Lowly One
Who sorrow’s pathway trod-
Whose words an deeds of love have shown
Our hearts the heart of God?

Shall we not love Thee, Jesus, Lord,
Who for us bore the scorn,
The scoff, the blow, the scourging cord,
The cross, the crown of thorn?
Shall we not love Thee, who couldst bear
Through mighty love for us,
In Thine own holy body there,
Our sins upon the cross!

We love Thee, O Thou knowest, Lord,
And wait for Thee to come,
That we, according to Thy word,
With Thee may be at home.
Yet teach us ever more to love,
Too serve, to worship Thee,
Till all Thine own, caught up above,
Thy face in glory see.