DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2015 i https://archive.org/details/songsofspirit01simp A. B. SIMPSON, D.D. SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Hitherto unpublished poems and a few old favorites BY A. B. SIMPSON, D.D. " Be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms And hymns and spiritual songs, Singing and making melody In your heart to the Lord." (Eph. 5: 18, 19). New York Chicago Fleming H. Revell Company London and Edinburgh Copyright, 1920 by The Christian Alliance Publishing Co. Printed in the United States of America FOREWORD AMONG the many tributes paid to Dr. Simpson at the Memorial Service was the statement that his hymns would be sung, when his books were forgotten. Since his home-going on October twenty-ninth, many of his friends have requested that his poetical writings be collected and published. The committee having in preparation his memoirs found a large number of manu- scripts, some of which were in the uncorrected form in which they flowed from the author's heart. Mrs. Simpson and her family have put all of them at our disposal. Selections have been made from these new hymns which, together with some of the gems which have become familiar through the columns of his periodical, "The Alliance Weekly," and in the hymnology of our generation, are now given to a wider circle. There remain enough poems for a second volume which we hope will soon be issued. Though literary critics have recognized the poetic genius which is so clearly seen even in Dr. Simpson's prose, he himself disclaimed any natural gift of song. In a letter, written shortly before he ceased his activities, he stated that he never had written a poem in his life until the Spirit of God rilled him with "psalms and hymns and spiritual songs." They came to him on all sorts of occasions on land and sea. Some of the follow- ing poems were written in Jerusalem, others on the Red 5 6 FOREWORD Sea, and still others in the Far East during his first missionary journey; while the fitting conclusion to this volume is "Safe Home," written as he neared harbor after girdling the South American continent. Many of his finest hymns were produced under the inspiration of the preparation of his great sermons, and were sung to his own music from manuscript on Sunday mornings in the Gospel Tabernacle, New York City. For years he rarely failed to send his friends a Christmas greeting or New Year message in song; nor did Commencement Day pass at his beloved school, the Missionary Institute, Nyack, without a new Class Song. The last hymn which he gave us, 'The Whole Bible to the Whole Wide World," Was written for the Class of 1919 after he had given up all active ministry. This collection is now sent forth with the prayer that "the sound of a voice that is still" may be heard by many old and new friends. He has entered the great company of our forerunners in faith, yet in his songs "He, being dead, yet speaketh." The Editor. Nyack-on-the-Hudson, CONTENTS name page Able to Keep 31 Accepted in the Beloved 38 Always and All for God 90 Always Spring 17 As a Little Child 146 Beautiful Japan 112 Behold the Lamb of God 39 Be True 132 Bringing Back the King 124 But God 64 Christ Is Our Anchor 65 Christian Soldier, Stand 91 Christmas without Christ, A 147 Coming Again 116 Count Your Blessings . 144 Crown Him Lord of All 131 Crucified, Risen and Glorified 33 Days of Heaven, The 28 Dwell Deep 21 Eastertide 142 El Shadai 70 Even as He 30 Even as the Son of Man 55 Everlasting Arms, The 72 Fear Not 69 7 8 CONTENTS name page Get Somewhere 27 Glory to the Name of Jesus 100 God's Best 12 God's Great Gift 56 God's Levites 75 God Is My Home 68 Golden Year, A 137 Himself 24 Holding on the Way 18 How Long? 119 I Have Seen Jesus 103 I'm Living in Heaven To-day 16 I Will not Leave You Orphans 51 India for Jesus 109 In His Heart and Hand 58 In Memoriam 157 It is I, Be not Afraid 67 Jerusalem 107 Jesus is Mine 73 Jesus Only 36 Keep Sweet 34 Knocking 78 Land of Light, The 110 Latter Rain, The 52 Lead Me 81 Let Yourself Alone 25 Look to Jesus 22 Looking for and Hasting Forward 123 Looking Over 156 Lord of the Harvest, The 106 Lovest Thou Me? 95 More Than We Can 87 Morning Star, The 150 CONTENTS 9 name page My Secret 18 My Trust 105 New Life, The 20 New Year Wish, A . 23 No One but Jesus 13 Nothing is too Hard for Jesus 76 O Comforter, Gentle and Tender 50 O Holy Ghost, Thou Brooding Dove 49 Oh How I Love This Blessed Book 85 O Restless Heart of Mine 66 0 Slumbering Soul, Awake! 47 0 Winged Years 136 Old Year and New Year, The 141 On Eagles' Wings 15 Only Believe 40 Only Wait 71 Open Door, The 63 Ordination Hymn 84 Passion Fire of Love Divine, The 79 Power of His Name, The 101 Prayer 80 Ready 89 Resting 37 Resurrected, not Raised 32 Safe Home 159 Saviour's Charm, The 102 Show Me Thy Glory 82 Sinner Saved by Grace, A 44 So Did Not I 57 Sound in the Mulberry Trees, A 117 Sound the Alarm 115 Standing by the Standard 86 Sun of Righteousness, The 121 10 CONTENTS name page Southern Cross, The . . .153 Take Him 53 Thanksgiving Day 143 Therefore Choose 42 They Dwelt with the King 93 Thy Kingdom Comb 122 Thy God is Mighty 134 To-day 88 To Glorify My God . . 14 Two Souls 48 Under an Eastern Sky 45 Unto Him That Loved Us , . 46 Upward Calling, The n Volunteers for Jesus 130 What is That in Thy Hand? 60 What Shall the Answer Be? 104 What Will You Do with Jesus ? 92 When the Tasks of Life are Ended -97 Who are These in Bright Array ? 120 Whole Bible to the Whole Wide World, The .... 129 Why He Came 151 Will it Pay? 41 Won't You Wipe My Tears? 113 Yes, Lord 54 Yet a Little While 118 Zion's Awakening 125 ASPIRATION THE UPWARD CALLING VOICE is calling me, a Hand has grasped me, *- By cords unseen my soul is upward drawn; My heart has answered to that upward calling, I clasp the Hand that lifts and leads me on. I'm turning from the past that lies behind me, I'm reaching forth unto the things before; I've caught the taste of life's eternal fountains, And all my being longs and thirsts for more. A brooding Presence hovers o'er my spirit, The Heavenly Dove my heart doth softly woo; I catch bright visions of my heavenly calling And all there is for me to be and do. A mystic glory lingers all around me, And all the air breathes out the eternal spring; I feel the pulses of the New Creation, And all things whisper of the Coming King. And in my heart I hear the Spirit's whisper, "The Bridegroom cometh, hasten to prepare!" And with my vessels filled and lamps all burning I'm going out to meet Him in the air. II 12 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT GOD'S BEST GOD has His best things for the few: That dare to stand the test; God has His second choice for those Who will not have His best. It is not always open ill That risks the promised rest; The better often is the foe That keeps us from the best. There's scarcely one but vaguely wants In some way to be blest; 'Tis not Thy blessing, Lord, I seek, I want Thy very best. And others make the highest choice, But when by trials pressed, They shrink, they yield, they shun the Cross, And so they lose the best. I want, in this short life of mine, As much as can be pressed Of service true for God and man; Help me to be my best. I want to stand, when Christ appears, In spotless raiment dressed, Numbered among his hidden ones, His holiest and his best. ASPIRATION 18 I want, among the victor throng, To have my name confessed, And hear my Master say at last, "Well done, you did your best." Give me, O Lord, Thy highest choice, Let others take the rest; Their good things have no charm for me, For I have got Thy best! NO ONE BUT JESUS WHEN over my spirit the burden of sin Has rolled like a wild, stormy wave, With darkness and terror without and within, Then no one but Jesus can save. When crushed and o'erwhelmed with my sorrow and care I'm sinking in anguish and fear, Then no one but Jesus my burden can bear, And no one but Jesus can cheer. When sickness, infirmity, anguish and pain Upon me resistlessly steal, There's no one but Jesus for body and brain, There's no one but Jesus can heal. And when through the valley of death I shall go, Eternity almost in view, When shadows grow dark and the waters o'erflow Then no one but Jesus will do. 14 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT TO GLORIFY MY GOD HpO gbrify my God, no lesser aim My God-given life and powers shall henceforth claim ; My body, soul, and spirit, Lord, are Thine; The joy to give them back to Thee be mine. His Father's glory Jesus ever sought; To do His work and will His only thought; About His Father's business He must be: Lord, may Thy business be as much to me. How best can I my Father glorify? Naught can be added to His majesty; But I can let His glory through me shine And shed on all around His light divine. And like the legend that they tell of one Who sought to build a temple to the sun, And reared the chiseled stone and burnished gold, But still the splendid walls were dark and cold, Until another architect appeared; A temple of transparent glass he reared; And lo, the sun came down his work to own, And with his glory through the temple shone; ASPIRATION 15 So let my soul be flooded with Thy light; So let my heart be open to Thy sight; So glorify Thyself, O Lord, in me, Till all my being answers, Lord, to The©. ON EAGLES' WINGS MOUNTING up with wings as eagles, Waiting on the Lord we rise; Strength receiving, life renewing, How our spirit heavenward flies! Then our springing feet returning To the pathway of the saint, We shall run and not be weary, We shall walk and never faint. Oh, we need these heights of rapture Where we mount on eagles' wings; Then returning to life's duties, All our heart exultant springs. This our every burden lightens Till, with sweet, divine constraint, We can run and not be weary, We can walk and never faint. JOY AND VICTORY I'M LIVING IN HEAVEN TO-DAY 'T^HEY tell of the bliss of the ransomed above * In the Land that is far, far away; But Jesus so fills my glad heart with His love That I'm living in heaven to-day. They tell of the pleasures that never decline And the treasures that never decay; But Jesus Himself and His riches are mine, And I'm living in heaven to-day. No sorrow e'er comes to that beautiful shore, And their tears have been all wiped away; But Jesus has taught me to sorrow no more, And He fills me with heaven to-day. For heaven is Jesus and Jesus is mine, And His presence is with me alway; He fills me so full of His glory divine That I'm living in heaven to-day. I now have a joy that they never can know, In that Land that is far, far away; I'm seeking and saving poor sinners below, And this is my heaven to-day. 16 JOY AND VICTORY 17 ALWAYS SPRING THE summer birds have ceased their singing, The summer flowers have passed away, The sunshine from the skies has faded, The autumn clouds are cold and gray ; But still my happy heart is singing, For Jesus is my Lord and King; His peace to me a heaven is bringing, And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring* The sweetest joys of earth may fail me, The fondest friendships pass away, The brightest frames and feelings languish As sinks the light of setting day; But still my happy heart is singing, For Jesus is my Lord and King ; His peace to me a heaven is bringing, And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring. The love of Jesus is my sunshine, His presence is my joy and song, His loving kindness floods my being And keeps me gladsome all day long; And so my happy heart is singing — For Jesus is my Lord and King ; His peace to me a heaven is bringing, And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring. 18 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT My day no more can sink in darkness, My sun no more shall set in night; Christ is my sunshine and my summer And God, my everlasting light: And so my happy heart is singing — For Jesus is my Lord and King; His peace to me a heaven is bringing, And, where He dwells, 'tis always spring. HOLDING ON THE WAY ,A TpIS the promise of God, and it never can fail, Unto all who will trust and obey; Though trials may press, and though foes may assail, The righteous shall hold on his way. I shall hold on my way for He holds my hand, And He'll not let me stumble or stray; While I heed His voice and obey His command, I surely shall hold on my way. MY SECRET SHALL I tell you what it is that keeps me singing, Never minding whether it be shade or shine? Tis because His own glad song is singing in me, Tis because the Saviour's joy is always mine. JOY AND VICTORY 19 Shall I tell you what it is that keeps me springing, With a strength that smiles at sickness and decay? Tis because the Life of Jesus fills my being, And the Living Bread sustains me day by day. Shall I tell you why my foes no longer vex me, And my cares and fears and doubtings all are o'er ? Tis because I've given my burdens all to Jesus, And He leads me forth in triumph evermore. Shall I tell you why my life is now so easy? 'Tis because this wretched self has ceased to be; Once it caused me all my troubles, but it's buried, And it is no longer I, but Christ in me. Shall I tell you why I love to work for Jesus ? 'Tis because His blessed Spirit works in me; I have but to let Him use me, His the power, Mine the recompense to share, the fruit to see. Shall I tell you why I love to tell of Jesus? Tis because there's nothing else so good and true; There's no other name or story worth the telling; Without Jesus what could helpless sinners do ? Shall I tell you why I'm watching for His coming? Tis because of all my future He's the sum; This will be my joy forever — Jesus only — And I long, and look, and pray for Him to come. THE CHRIST LIFE THE NEW LIFE L IFE'S crisis has been passed, And I have come at last Into the Promised Land of Peace and Rest; The crisis hour is o'er And now forevermore I'm dwelling in God's blessing and God's best. It came, I know not how, But this I know, that now My life has found a new and ndbler plane; Something has passed away, Something has come to stay, And I can never be the same again. The change is not in me, Rather, it seems that He Has come Himself to live His life in mine; And as I stepped aside And took Him to abide, He came and filled me with His life divine. I came to Jordan's flood, And as with Him I stood, ,The Heavenly Dove upon my spirit came; 20 THE CHRIST LIFE 21 Just how I cannot tell, But this I know full well That life henceforth can never mean the same. And yet it brings no strain, But hand, and heart, and brain Move on with all the old simplicity; I do not have to try For it is no more I But Christ who thinks, and lives, and moves in me. The testing hours have come, In flesh, and heart, and home, But He was near my every load to share. New tasks have called me on, New victories have been won, But through the cloud and sunshine He was there. No more I doubt or fear, The way shines bright and clear, And One who ne'er can fail is leading on; He will not let me stray But lead me all the way Until the fight is fought, the crown is won. DWELL DEEP DWELL deep, dwell deep, for the heart of God Is a shoreless sea and a fathomless flood, And His mighty love we can never know Till we sound the depths where the full tides flow. 22 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT LOOK TO JESUS RE you looking at your sins and failures? Are you seeking to be saved by trying? Look to Jesus. One sight of Him is worth a thousand tears, One word from Him will banish all your fears, One smile from Him, oh, how it helps and cheers, Look away to Jesus. Are you looking at your grief and sorrow? Look to Jesus. Are you anxious for the coming morrow? Look to Jesus. One sight of Him will melt your clouds away, One word from Him will turn your night to day, One smile from Him illumine all your way, Look away to Jesus. Has the vision of the world defiled you? Look to Jesus. Has some smiling face of clay beguiled you? Look to Jesus. One look at Him, and earth no more can charm, One word from Him, and naught can e'er alarm, One smile from Him will Satan's wiles disarm, Look away to Jesus. Look to Jesus. THE CHRIST LIFE 23 Are you looking at your heart for feeling? Look to Jesus. Are you looking for some sign of healing? Look to Jesus. Look out, not in, and stop your vain repining, Look past the cloud and see the silver lining, He is your Sun and He is ever shining, Look away to Jesus. Are you looking at the people round you? Look to Jesus. Do the things that sometimes come astound you? Look to Jesus. Look unto Him, for none but He can guide, Look unto Him, no matter what betide, Look unto Him, He always is beside, Look away to Jesus. A NEW YEAR WISH EVER may the Father send thee More than fondest love can pray; May His love and power defend thee And His presence still attend thee For thy farthest pilgrim way. Better than thy best endeavor Ever may thy future prove; Evil touch or harm thee never, Richest blessing crown thee ever, Ending in the bliss above. 24 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT HIMSELF ONCE it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord ; Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word; Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own; Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone. Once 'twas painful trying, Now 'tis perfect trust; Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost; Once 'twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast; Once 'twas constant drifting, Now my anchor's cast. Once 'twas busy planning, Now 'tis trustful prayer; Once 'twas anxious caring, Now He has the care; Once 'twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says; Once 'twas constant asking, Now 'tis ceaseless praise. THE CHRIST LIFE 25 Once it was my working, His it hence shall be; Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me; Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One; Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone. Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He's mine; Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine; Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail, And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the vail. LET YOURSELF ALONE VAIN and fruitless is the struggle Self to sanctify; God alone can cleanse and keep you, Wherefore should you try? Oh, the needless cares and conflicts You had never known, If you'd learned the simple lesson, — Let yourself alone. 26 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Let your eyes keep looking upward; Cease to look within; All your introspection cannot Cleanse a single sin. You will find your best self effort Vain, and worse than vain, As the touch of soiled fingers Only leaves a stain. Leave your rights and reputation In the Master's hand. What though men misunderstand you, Jesus understands; He can shield and vindicate you, Right your every wrong, Turn the hate of men and devils Into joy and song. It is life you need, not labor — Life that springs from Him; If you'd have your cup run over, Fill it to the brim. All the springs of power and blessing Flow from yonder throne; If you'd have them fill and flood you, Let yourself alone. THE CHRIST LIFE 2T7 GET SOMEWHERE ARE you groping for a blessing, Never getting there? Listen to a word in season, Get somewhere. Are you struggling for salvation By your anxious prayer? Stop your struggling, simply trust, and — Get somewhere. Are you worn and heavy laden, Pressed with many a care? Cast your burden on the Lord, and — Get somewhere. Would you know the Great Physician Who your sickness bare? Simply take Him at His word, and — >. Get somewhere. Does the answer seem to linger To your earnest prayer? Turn your praying into praise, and — Get somewhere. Are you looking for your mission, What to do and dare? Cease your dreaming, start at something — Get somewhere. 28 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT You will never know His fulness Till you boldly dare To commit your all to Him, and — Get somewhere. All your efforts are but building Castles in the air Till you answer yes to God, and — Get somewhere. THE DAYS OF HEAVEN HE Days of Heaven are peaceful days, JL Still as yon glassy sea; So calm, so still in God our days As the Days of Heaven would be. The Days of Heaven are holy days, From sin forever free; So cleansed and kept our days, O Lord, A9 the Days of Heaven would be. The Days of Heaven are happy days, Sorrow they never see; So full of gladness all our days As the Days of Heaven would be. THE CHRIST LIFE 29 The Days of Heaven are healthful days, They feed on life's fair tree; So feeding on Thy strength, O Christ, Our days as Heaven may be. The Days of Heaven are busy days, They serve continually; So spent for Thee and Thine, our days As the Days of Heaven would be. The Days of Heaven are Christly days, The Light of Heaven is He; So walking at His side, our days As the Days of Heaven would be. The Days of Heaven are endless days, Days of eternity; So may our lives and works endure While the Days of Heaven shall be. And soon the glad millennial days Our joyful eyes shall see, And for a thousand happy years Our days as Heaven shall be. Walk with us, Lord, through all the days, And let us walk with thee; Till as Thy will is done in Heaven, On earth so shall it be. 30 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT EVEN AS HE SWEET is the message the gospel brings us, Message of mercy, full and free, "We are accepted in the Beloved; We are beloved even as He." We are as near, as dear as Jesus; How can we nearer, dearer be? We are accepted in the Beloved; We are beloved even as He. Why should we ever fear or falter, Why should we ever anxious be, If we're accepted in the Beloved, If we're beloved even as He? How can my love grow cold or languid While I can hear His word to me, I am accepted in the Beloved, I am beloved even as He ? When I am pressed by sin or Satan, This is the word that bids them flee, — I am accepted in the Beloved, I am beloved even as He. When I shall cross the fords of Jordan, This shall my joyful death-song be, — I am accepted in the Beloved, I am beloved even as He. THE CHRIST LIFE 31 When I shall reach the portals yonder, This shall my heavenly passport be,— I am accepted in the Beloved, I am beloved even as He. ABLE TO KEEP "Now unto Him that is able to guard you from stumbling, be glory." (Jude 24, 25). 1WAS so weary of sinning and faltering, Ever repenting and sinning again; But there is One who can keep me from stumbling; Glory to Jesus forever, Amen! Oh, how my failures have stumbled Thy children, Plunged me in darkness and wounded me sore, Grieved and dishonored my Saviour and Master! Saviour, henceforth may my stumblings be o'er. .Once I believed I must always be stumbling For my old nature was poisoned with sin; Now there's a mightier Power upholds me, Cleansing and keeping and dwelling within. Jesus is able to keep me from stumbling, And to present me some glorious day Faultless and spotless before Him in glory Where I shall trust Him and praise Him alway. 32 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT RESURRECTED, NOT RAISED RESURRECTED with my Risen Saviour, Seated with Him at His own right hand; This the glorious message Easter brings me, This the place in which by faith I stand. Men would bid you rise to higher levels, But they leave you on the human plane. We must have a heavenly resurrection; We must die with Christ and rise again. Once there lived another man within me, Child of earth and slave of Satan he; But I nailed him to the Cross of Jesus, And that man is nothing now to me. Now another Man is living in me, And I count His blessed life as mine; I have died with Him to all my own life; I have risen to all His life Divine. Oh, it is so sweet to die with Jesus, And by death be free from self and sin! Oh, it is so sweet to live with Jesus As He lives the death-born life within t THE CHRIST LIFE 33 CRUCIFIED, RISEN, AND GLORIFIED "JAM crucified with Christ: Nevertheless I live; Yet not I, but Christ liveth in me; And the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, Who loved me and gave himself for me" (Gal. 2:20). When Jesus died on Calvary, I, too, was there; 'Twas in my place He stood for me, And now accepted — even as He, His right I share. When Jesus rose with life divine, I, too, was there; His resurrection power is mine, And, as the branches and the vine, His life I share. When Jesus comes some day for me, I shall be there; With Him and like Him I shall be, And all His glorious majesty, I, too, shall share. 34 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT V O blessed life, so deep, so high! Lord, keep me there; Help me with Christ to live, to die, And let me with Him bye and bye His glory share. Worth its weight in gold, Easy to remember, Easy to be told; Changing into blessing Every curse we meet, Turning hell to heaven, This is all — keep sweet. Make us kind and gentle, Harmless as the dove; Giving good for evil, Meeting hate with love. [What though trials press us, What though tempests beat, Naught can move or harm us If we just keep sweet. Storms may rage around us, Waves may sweep the deck, But with hatches covered Naught our bark can wreck; KEEP SWEET HERE'S a little secret THE CHRIST LIFE 35 Sorrow cannot crush us, Satan must retreat If within our spirit All is right and sweet. Sweet when things are bitter, Sweet when hearts are sad; Giving songs for sighing, Making others glad; In the quiet household, On the bustling street, Everywhere and always, Jesus, keep us sweet. When our foes assail us, When our friends betray, When our brightest prospects Wither and decay, Christ can fill our sadness With a joy replete, Turning grief to gladness, Making sorrow sweet. Fountain in the desert, Song amid the night, Beacon in the darkness, Star of hope and light; Sunshine mid the tempest, Shadow from the heat — Like the Blessed Master, Make us, keep us, sweet. 36 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT JESUS ONLY JESUS only is our Message, Jesus all our theme shall be; We will lift up Jesus ever, Jesus only will we see. Jesus only is our Saviour, All our guilt He bore away, All our righteousness, He gives us, All our strength from day to day. Jesus is our Sanctifier, Cleansing us from self and sin, And with all His Spirit's fulness Filling all our hearts within. Jesus only is our Healer, All our sicknesses He bare, And His risen life and fulness All His members still may share. Jesus only is our Power, His the gift of Pentecost; Jesus, breathe Thy power upon us, Fill us with the Holy Ghost. THE CHRIST LIFE 37 And for Jesus we are waiting, Listening for the Advent Call; But 'twill still be Jesus only, Jesus ever, all in all. Jesus only! Jesus ever! Jesus all in all we sing! Saviour, Sanctifier, Healer, Glorious Lord, and Coming King! RESTING ONCE my hands were always trying, Trying hard to do my best; Now my heart is sweetly trusting, And my soul is all at rest. Once my brain was always planning, And my heart, with cares oppressed; Now I trust the Lord to lead me, And my life is all at rest. Once my life was full of effort, Now 'tis full of joy and zest; Since I took His yoke upon me Jesus gives to me His rest. SALVATION ACCEPTED IN THE BELOVED GREAT is the grace that the Saviour hath brought By his atonement so glorious and free, — We are accepted in the Beloved; We are beloved even as He. Sinful and perishing, wretched and ruined, Helpless and hopeless, oh, how can it be We are accepted in the Beloved ? We are beloved even as He? Mercy has covered our sin and transgression ; Only the merits of Christ can it see, For we're accepted in the Beloved; We are beloved even as He. Now as His children, beloved and adopted, All of His fulness so glorious and free, We may with boldness claim through His merits, For we're accepted even as He. Perishing sinner, oh, come to the Saviour; Mercy and welcome are waiting for thee. God will accept thee in the Beloved, Save thee and love thee even as He. 38 SALVATION 39 BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD A S Jesus walked in the days of old The great Forerunner stood and cried, "Behold the Lamb of God !" The Lamb of God! Oh, how it speaks Of all the precious blood That pointed down through ages past To Christ, the Lamb of God ! The Lamb of God 1 It speaks to me Beneath my guilty load, And seems to say, "Just look and live ; Behold the Lamb of God!" For all our sorrows, sin, and pain, There's healing in the blood. Lift up thy heart, lift up thine eyes, Behold the Lamb of God! Lord, let us prove in all its power The precious, precious blood, And still, with clearer, stronger faith, Behold the Lamb of God. And let us tell that sacred Name Through all the earth abroad, Till all our lost and sinful race Behold the Lamb of God. By Jordan's sacred flood, 40 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT ONLY BELIEVE WHAT shall I do to be saved? How shall I come to the Lord? Only believe and confess Him ; Trust Him and rest in His word. Christ has redeemed you from sin; All of your debt has been paid. Nothing remains but to enter Into the peace He has made. Why should you struggle so hard? All of the work has been done. 'Tis not your goodness or badness, But how you treat His dear Son. Why should you tarry so long, Waiting to make yourself right? All things are ready and waiting, Come, and receive Him to-night. Jesus is all that you need. All things are yours in the Lord. Take Him to cleanse you and keep you; Trust Him and rest in His word. SALVATION 41 WILL IT PAY? THERE is no more common question People ask of one another As they meet in the busy marts from day to day, Than the words that you can hear in Every crowded place of concourse, — How is business? Does it pay? Does it pay? Men will think before they venture To invest their earthly future, Business chances are not lightly thrown away.; Yet they madly risk their future On the chances of a moment, Never asking, Will it pay? Will it pay? Are you risking your salvation For the sake of present pleasure? Are you making life a fond and foolish play? Are you trifling with God's mercy While your day of grace is flying? O say, brother, will it pay? Will it pay? Have you thought that soon your sweetest, Fondest treasure will have vanished, And how swiftly life is slipping fast away? Have you ever tried to measure What it means to live forever? O my brother, will it pay? Will it pay? 42 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Do you know the priceless value Of the soul that dwells within you? Yours, alone, the world itself would far outweigh. Do you know the price that Jesus Paid to win you? If you lose it, Think, my brother, will it pay? Will it pay? Will it pay to turn from evil Giving up the world for Jesus And with fixed and steadfast purpose dare to say, — "I have closed the great transaction, I have made my future yonder, And I know that it will pay, it will pay." THEREFORE CHOOSE "T HAVE set before you A Life and death, Blessing and cursing ; Therefore choose life That both thou and thy seed may live" (Deut, 30:19). There is a strange and solemn power That we are ever using, For God has given to every man The sovereign right of choosing, And souls are lost, and souls are won By choosing or refusing; Therefore choose. SALVATION 43 When Satan's fierce and fiery darts Around our souls are flying, When earth with her alluring smiles Our heart is fondly plying, The only way to hold our ground, The hosts of hell defying, Is to choose. Eternal life does not consist In some strange art of feeling; There is a choice that faith must make, The great transaction sealing. O sinner, come and at His feet In full surrender kneeling, Jesus choose. Perhaps this is thy crisis hour, On all thy future telling; Poor foolish heart, perhaps to-day Thou art thy birthright selling. Oh stop, while all the love of heaven Is still thy heart impelling, Stop and choose! U SONGS OF THE SPIRIT A SINNER SAVED BY GRACE WHEN I shall reach my home in glory, And see my Saviour face to face, This shall be all my song and story, — A sinner saved by grace. I'll tell how by His blood He bought me With all our lost and ransomed race, And how so tenderly He sought me And saved me by His grace. I'll tell them how His Spirit sealed me And cleansed me from each sinful trace, And how when sick and worn He healed me And saved me by His grace. I'll sing how lovingly He led me At last to yonder heavenly place, And how He shepherded and fed me And kept me by His grace. Yes, when I reach my home in glory And see my Saviour face to face, This shall be all my song and story,— A sinner saved by grace. SALVATION 45 UNDER AN EASTERN SKY UNDER an Eastern sky, Amid a rabble cry, A man went forth to die, For me, for me. He died for me, for me — Oh, could I ever be Ashamed to live for Thee Who died for me ! Thorn-crowned His blessed Head, Blood-stained His weary tread, Cross-laden was He led, For me, for me. Pierced were His hands and feet, Fiercely upon Him beat The burning noontide heat, For me, for me. Then wert Thou made all mine, Lord, make me wholly Thine, And grant Thy Power divine To me, to me. 46 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT UNTO HIM THAT LOVED US UNTO John on Patmos Came a heavenly strain, And we love to sing it O'er and o'er again, — Unto Him that loved us And washed us in His blood, Unto Him that made us Kings and priests to God, Unto Him that's coming Soon on earth to reign, Be glory and dominion, Forevermore, Amen. Have you felt the power Of that precious blood? How you love to praise Him, Blessed Lamb of God ! Unto Him that loved us, etc. Have you found the solace Of the Saviour's love? How you love and bless Him, Friend all friends above! Unto Him that loved us, etc. Are you ever looking For the Lord to come? 'Tis so sweet to sing it, Song of Home Sweet Home,— Unto Him that loved us, etc. SALVATION 47 So, with John on Patmos, We delight to sing Of our loving Saviour And our coming King, — Unto Him that loved us And washed us in His blood, Unto Him that made us Kings and priests to God, Unto Him that's coming Soon on earth to reign, Be glory and dominion, Forevermore, Amen. O SLUMBERING SOUL, AWAKE! O SLUMBERING soul, awake! awake! Thou'rt sleeping o'er a yawning grave. O sinful soul, thy sin forsake While Jesus waits to hear and save! O sinful soul, for refuge fly ! Thou'rt standing on the edge of doom, O sinner turn, why wilt thou die? Oh, turn to God while yet there's room! O careless soul, sleep on I sleep on ! But stop and think, and count the cost Before the day of grace is gone, And thou shalt wake among the lost. 48 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT O trembling soul, be not afraid! Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live. On Him thy load of sin was laid, And He is waiting to forgive. TWO SOULS TWO souls went forth from the cross that day, Both dying by Jesus' side, On either side one and the Lord between, But parted — so far and wide. For one went out to an endless night, Heaven open before his eyes, And one went in with the Son of God Through the gates of Paradise. Two souls will go from this place to-day, Both children of guilt and sin; But one has said no to the Son of God, The other has let Him in. And the starless gloom of the endless night, Poor lost one, awaiteth thee; While bright as the light of love and heaven, Redeemed one, thy path shall be. THE HOLY SPIRIT O HOLY GHOST, THOU BROODING DOVE OHOLY GHOST, Thou brooding Dove, Thou'rt fluttering o'er my nestling soul, With holy peace and wooing love, And making all my being whole. My spirit sings with joyful praise, And laughs aloud with holy mirth, As if some new and glorious life Had just received its heavenly birth. From distant heights and boundless depths The living stream within me flows, Flooding the garden of my heart, Till every flower with fragrance blows. Sometimes with breath of living flame Thou dost my inmost soul inspire, Till all my heart becomes one prayer Of mighty faith and strong desire. Sept. ia, 1907, on the forty-second anniversary of his ordination. 49 50 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT O COMFORTER, GENTLE AND TENDER O COMFORTER, gentle and tender, O holy and heavenly Dove, We're yielding our hearts in surrender, We're waiting Thy fulness to prove. Come, strong as the wind o'er the ocean, Or soft as the breathing of morn, Subduing our spirit's commotion And cheering when hearts are forlorn. Oh, come as the heart-searching fire, Oh, come as the sin-cleansing flood, Consume us with holy desire And fill with the fulness of God. Anoint us with gladness and healing; Baptize us with power from on high; Oh, come with Thy filling and sealing While low at Thy footstool we lie. THE HOLY SPIRIT 51 I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU ORPHANS SWEET was the Master's parting, Sweet was His promise true ; I will not leave you orphans, But I will come to you. What though His holy footsteps Linger no longer here, Still through the Spirit's presence Jesus is ever near. What though your heart be lonely? What though your friends be few? He will not leave you orphans, Jesus will come to you. Comforter, kind and tender, Holy and heavenly Dove, Come to Thy orphaned children, Comfort us by Thy love. Refrain : Jesus, without Thee we're orphaned and lonely, Come as our Teacher and Guide ; Leave us not comfortless; Send us the Comforter; Come to our hearts to abide. 52 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT THE LATTER RAIN WE are waiting for the promise of the Master— For without it all our sowing is in vain — That the deserts of the earth shall yet be watered With the showers of a mighty latter rain. We have had the early droppings of the springtime, But a mightier flood from heav'n shall be outpoured, When the Spirit in His fulness shall be given, And shall usher in the harvest of the Lord. When He comes, the earth shall tremble at His presence, And the hearts of hardened men shall yield and break; Jew and Gentile bow the knee before the Saviour, And the dead and slumbering Church at last awake. Faith can see the little cloud on the horizon, Hope can almost hear the thunder's mighty sound; For the windows of the heavens shall be opened And the floods be poured upon the world's dry ground. We are living in a day of solemn crisis, We are children of a strange and awful time; We are heirs of all this legacy of promise, We are partners of a heritage sublime. Let us rise to meet our high and holy calling, Let us sow on every mountain, hill, and plain, Let us pray till heaven's windows shall be opened, And the Lord shall send the promised latter rain. THE HOLY SPIRIT 53 TAKE HIM RE you waiting for the Spirit Yield yourself in full surrender And He'll come this very hour. Like the light that pours from heaven, Like the streams that flow so free, God is giving, always giving, All the hindrance is with thee. And the fulness of His power? CONSECRATION YES, LORD WHEN Jesus came along to seek and save me, I took Him at His word; And when He asked me for my heart's surrender, I said, Yes, Lord. When Jesus let me see my guilt and danger, I hastened to confess; I took my place among the lost and sinful, And just said Yes. When Jesus came along in pardoning mercy, I took Him at His word, I just said Yes to every precious promise And blessed the Lord. When Jesus came along and bade me give Him A sacrifice, no less Than all my heart and every earthly idol, I just said Yes. When Jesus comes along with clouds of sorrow, And all the light grows dim, I still say Yes, through all the gathering darkness, And wait for Him. 54 CONSECRATION 55 EVEN AS THE SON OF MAN THE Son of man came down Our sinful souls to save. He lived a life of suffering love, And His own life He gave. He left the courts of heaven For Bethlehem's lowly bed, And had not in the world He made A place to lay His head. Then what have I to do With earthly pomp and pride ? The world that crucified my Lord To me is crucified. We preach the cross of Christ, But we must live it too, Its passion sign of love inscribed On all we say and do. What though our path be hard, Our name unpraised, unknown? Enough to suffer with Him here, And some day share his throne. O lowly Son of man! O Man of Calvary! Help me to bear Thy precious cross And ever follow Thee. 56 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT GOD'S GREAT GIFT WHERE could you find the mother heart Who, on some wintry night so wild, Could give to rude and ruffian hands Her fondly loved and only child, And know that he was going forth To weary years of grief and pain, Until at last, mid taunt and shame, He should by ruthless hands be slain? And yet, one dark and wintry night, So lone, so cold, so dark, so wild, The God of heaven to sinful men Gave up His own beloved Child. Yes, God gave up His Holy Babe In lowly manger bed to lie, A lonely, suffering life to live, A cruel, shameful death to die. Was ever gift so great, so vast? Was ever love so strange, so true? O father fond, O mother heart, What does it mean for me, for you? My dearest child is not too dear; My fondest treasure I resign. How little all my gifts appear When weighed, my precious Lord, with Thine! CONSECRATION 57 SO DID NOT I "CO did not I because I feared the Lord;" ^ The secret of a life these words record; A soul that dared with purpose firm and true, To do God's best whatever men might do. So Paul, his glory found in sacrifice, Choosing to preach the gospel without price; So let me love, dear Lord, Thy precious Cross, And for Thy glory count all else as loss. How much it means to say "So did not I !" How many things in mere negations lie! This shuts Heaven's gates, "Ye did not to Me ;" And what were not is half of Charity. Where should the line of separation run? What places should we seek ? What places shun ? This watchword strikes a true and higher chord, "So did not I because I feared the Lord." Is it consistent with the Law of Love? Will it a blessing to my brother prove ? Will it my Father please and glorify? If not, be this my stand, "So did not L* 58 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Just to say No, and steadfastly refuse To yield or compromise, but calmly choose, And doubtful things to shun and self deny, And say, whate'er men do, "So did not I." This is to be one of earths Greathearts true, And stand some day among the chosen few Who'll march beneath the arches of the sky, And on their banners write, "So did not I." IN HIS HEART AND HAND IN His heart my Saviour hides me, And He holds me in His hand. At His feet I sit and listen, And I go at His command. In His heart no ill can reach me ; In His hand no fear I know. At His feet I love to linger, At His call I love to go. Keep me in Thy heart abiding, Precious Brother, Bridegroom, Friend; To Thy hands my all committing, Guard and guide me to the end. CONSECRATION 59 At Thy feet new lessons learning, Teach and mould me day by day ; Listening for Thy least commandment, Let me joyfully obey. While within Thy heart abiding Let my heart be filled with Thine; While Thy hand protects and guides me, Fill my hands with tasks divine. While I sit before Thee, listening, Let me also ready stand, Quick to catch Thy marching orders And to go at Thy command. In Thy heart and hand so loving There is room for more than me; Help me share Thy grace with others, Help me bring the world to Thee, Till before Thy feet in homage Every knee shall prostrate bow, And the crowns of earth and heaven Shall adorn Thy victor brow. 60 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT WHAT IS THAT IN THY HAND? WHAT is that in thy hand, Moses? A simple rod. Use it for Him, and earth shall shake Before the march of God. What is that in thy hand, Gideon? A soldier's sword. Wield it, and for thy country win The battle of the Lord. What is that in thy hand, Shamgar? A ploughman's goad. Use it, and Israel's foes will flee Before thee like a flood. What hast thou in thy hand, David? A shepherd's sling. Use it, and glorious victory To Israel thou shalt bring. What hast thou in thy hand, Widow? A pot of oil. Go pour it out, and find a store Of rich and priceless spoil. What hast thou in thy hand, Woman? One handful more. Go feed the prophet, and 'twill last Till famine days are o'er. CONSECRATION 61 What has thou, little lad? Some loaves and fishes small. Give them to Him, and they will be Enough for thee and all. What hast thou in thy hand, Mary? Some perfume rare. Pour it upon His head, 'twill flow In fragrance everywhere. And Dorcas, what hast thou? A needle and some thread. Give them to God, they'll bless the poor And bring thee from the dead. W r hat hast thou in thy hand, Widow ? Two mites, no more. Give them to God, and they shall grow To be a mighty store. What hast thou in thy hand, Mother? A baby's hand. Train it for Him, so shall thy life Bear fruit in every land. What hast thou in thy hand, Writer? A common pen. Use it to write His messages Upon the hearts of men. 62 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT What hast thou in thy hand, Teacher? A child's young mind. Teach it to live for God and man, So shalt thou bless mankind. What hast thou in thy hand, Toiler? A workman's tool. Work like the Carpenter, and find Thy task God's training school. And sister, what has thou? An apron and a broom. Do thy work well ; some day, perhaps Thou'lt keep His palace home. What hast thou in thy hand, Preacher? The Word of God. Shed forth the light until its beams Shall light the earth abroad. What has thou in thy hand ? A censer filled with prayer. Send up the incense till it fall In blessing everywhere. What hast thou in thy hand, Steward? Some precious gold. Give it to God, it will return In wealth of joy untold. CONSECRATION 63 What is that in thy hand, Sinner? Another day. Use it to find thy God before Thy season pass away. Wait not, O man, to find Some call to service grand. Give back what God to thee has given. What hast thou in thy hand ? * 1 A HERE'S a wide and open door In the whole wide world to-day; God is working everywhere, Let us work while still we may. Walls are falling all around; God is marching on before; Let us follow where He leads Into every open door. THE OPEN DOOR CONFIDENCE AND TRUST BUT GOD I HAVE not wealth or noble birth, I have not acres broad, I have not wisdom, strength, or worth, But I have God. My life was once so stained with sin, He cleansed me with His blood, And now it is not I that live, But in me — God. Poor sorrowing heart, whose bleeding feet The thorny path have trod, Thou hast no light, nor hope, nor friend, But thou hast God. Poor sick one, sinking to the grave Beneath affliction's rod, Thy ills no human hand can heal, N» hand but God. Poor tempted heart, thy angry foes Rage 'round thee like a flood; Their hate is far too strong for thee, But not for God. 64 CONFIDENCE AND TRUST 65 Poor stricken one, thy loved ones lie Beneath the grave's cold sod, Left in thy loneliness by all, Yes, all but God. Soon must thou pass, and pass alone Death's sullen, swollen flood, All other friends are left behind, All else but God. Poor earth-bound soul, whose portion here Is but an earthly clod. Thy wealth is dross, thy soul is lost, Without thy God. CHRIST IS OUR ANCHOR SOME day we'll reach the end of Life's long voyage, And at the harbor's entrance furl our sail ; Oh, shall we have an anchor sure and steadfast, To hold us safe at last within the veil ? Some day we'll cross the bar of yonder harbor, And gaze at last upon the eternal shore ; Oh, shall we have on board the heavenly Pilot, To bring us safely home forevermore? Some day we'll look on strange celestial faces, And over scenes unknown our eyes will roam, Oh, shall we find our great Forerunner waiting, To know and welcome us to Heaven and Home? 06 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT O RESTLESS HEART OF MINE S~\ RESTLESS heart of mine, >^ Wilt thou not learn at length, In quietness and confidence Shall be your strength? Our worries wear away The fibers of the soul, While trust and rest our spirit hold In sweet control. Stillness is strength, the tides Of ocean calmly flow, While petty torrents rage and fret, As on they go. Quiet my spirit, Lord, Thy confidence bestow ; So shall my soul be still and strong, Come weal or woe. Trusting Thy love and power, My heart can sweetly rest, Knowing that Thou canst only send That which is best. So, restless heart of mine, Be still and learn at length, In quietness and confidence Shall be thy strength. CONFIDENCE AND TRUST 67 "IT IS I, BE NOT AFRAID \" WHEN the storm was fiercely raging On the Lake of Galilee, And their helpless bark was tossing On the wild, tempestuous sea ; Walking on the raging waters In a robe of Light arrayed, Jesus came, oh, hear Him calling — "It is I, be not afraid !" When the storms of life are raging, And the night is long and drear, When our strength is spent with toiling, And our spirit sinks with fear; Oft again we see Him coming, Swiftly hast'ning to our aid; Often still we hear Him calling — "It is I, be not afraid !" When the night of death shall lower, And the Jordan's surges roll, When the hour and power of darkness Overwhelm the sinking soul ; Then above the raging billows, And night's deepest, darkest shade, We shall hear Him calling to us — "It is I, be not afraid !" 68 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT GOD IS MY HOME LORD, Thou hast been our dwelling place All thro* the ages past, And we will trust Thy sheltering grace Long as our life shall last. Weary and lone my soul would fly, E'en as a bird to its nest ; Under Thy feathers sweetly lie, And on Thy bosom rest. Covert Thou art when tempests beat, Spring in the desert sand, Shelter and shadow from the heat, Rock in a weary land. Fortress when angry foes assail, Haven on life's rough sea, Anchoring place within the vail, Where I so soon shall be. Weary and tempest-tossed no more, All of my wanderings past, Doubting and strife and grief are o'er, And I am home at last. CONFIDENCE AND TRUST 69 FEAR NOT TT* EAR not, the Lord is ever saying to us. T*HEY dwelt with the king for his work," A So reads the sweet story of old, For the king was a shepherd and friend, And his people the sheep of his fold. "They dwelt with the king for his work." And whatever they needed to know, Whether counsel, or aid, or command, To the king they could instantly go. We, too, have a glorious King; The heavens, He says, are His throne ; All worlds are His mighty domain, All kingdoms His scepter shall own. But He dwells with His people below, He loves in their trials to share, And we dwell with the King for His work, We bring Him each burden and care. I'm dwelling with Jesus my King; I have found where He dwells with His own ; I have opened the door of my heart; He has made it His temple and throne. Like Mary I sit at His feet, Like John I recline on His breast, In His presence is fulness of joy, On His bosom is infinite rest. 94 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT And I dwell with the King for His work, I've a part in His glorious plan For the kingdom of God on this earth And the help and salvation of man. The world has its work and rewards, I count them but folly and loss, My business is only His work, My message is only His cross. I dwell with the King for His work, And the work, it is His and not mine ; He plans and prepares it for me And fills me with power divine. So duty is changed to delight, And prayer into praise as I sing; I dwell with my King for His work And work in the strength of my King. Shall we dwell with the King for His work As we enter the opening year? Perhaps ere it passes, the King In His glory Himself shall appear. Oh, then in some closer embrace, Oh, then in some nobler employ We shall dwell with the King for His work In endless, ineffable joy! SERVICE 95 LOVEST THOU ME? LOVEST thou Me?" the Lord is asking, As once He asked in Galilee ; He knows our hearts before we answer, But still He asketh, "Lovest thou Me?" Oh, can we say with contrite Peter, Despite his sad and shameful fall, "Thou know'st my heart, Thou know'st I love Thee, Thou know'st I love Thee more than all." The Master knew his base denial, His braggart boast, his fearful fall, But still He knew one tear of sorrow, One throb of love was more than all. It is not what we do that damns us, But what we're not, and what we are ; God pardons sin, but heaven's portals To selfish souls the angels bar. "Lovest thou Me?" the Lord is asking, And He who asks has loved us well; How well, how much His love has cost Him The Garden and the Cross must tell. And shall we give Him love less costly? Can that be love which knows no cross? The passion flame of Calvary's sorrow Makes all things seem but worthless dross. 96 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT "Lovest thou Me?" the Lord is asking. How shall we show how much we love? How can we live our love for Jesus, And by our works our words approve? "Go feed My lambs that pine and perish, Shepherd and fold My feeble sheep, Strengthen the weak, bring back the lost ones, And watch and guard while others sleep." The poor, the sick, the weak, the tempted, And even the souls that try us so, Are but His messengers, commissioned To claim for Him the debt we owe. In all who test our love and patience The Master only let us see; Some day He'll say, "To them ye did it; Ye also did it unto Me." "Lovest thou Me ?" the Lord is looking Out on the mountains dark and cold; "Go seek My other sheep," He bids us, "The sheep that are not of this fold, My poor lost sheep, My lambs that perish ; I died for them as well as thee ; And what you do to seek and save them, I count it all as done to Me." Some day He'll say, "I once was hungry, Ye fed Me from your scanty store; I once was naked, outcast, friendless, Ye clothed Me, helped Me, o'er and o'er. SERVICE 97 What though ye little dreamed the suppliant Was I, your Saviour and your Lord, Come now, ye blessed of My Father, I come to bring you great reward" WHEN THE TASKS OF LIFE ARE ENDED WHEN the tasks of life are ended And the battle won at last, We shall rest a little season Till the course of Time is past. Then will come at length the crowning Of the victors in the fight, And, methinks, our earthly trials Will indeed seem strangely light. There shall be no night nor darkness In that bright eternal day; Death and pain and sin shall vanish And the tears be wiped away. And the loved ones long since parted Shall be there to part no more ; Nor shall aught that grieved and pained us Ever reach that happy shore. There'll be diadems of glory, There'll be thrones of boundless sway; There'll be palaces of splendor, There'll be robes of bright array. 98 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Oh ! how poor will seem earth's glories, And how cheap her wealth and fame When the heavens shall hail our triumph, And the Lamb confess our name. We shall have the stars for empires, We shall shine forth as the sun ; We shall share the royal sceptre N Of the great and mighty One. We shall scale the heights of wisdom, We shall know as we are known, We shall bear the Master's image And be with Him on His Throne. But a joy yet more transcendent To the hearts that beat so high Is the service that awaits us In the Land beyond the sky. We shall work with powers unbounded, God will clothe us with His might; We shall finish all life's problems With a new and strange delight. We may speed o'er all creation As the swift light sweeps afar; We may bear some glorious message Unto every distant star. We may tell to wondering myriads How the Master died for men, Till creation's farthest confines Echo back the loud Amen. SERVICE 99 This is but our nature's childhood, We shall reach our manhood then; 'Prentice work we're slowly learning, Bye and bye we'll work as men. We are heirs of all the ages, We are children of the light. How we'll wish we'd lived more like it When our faith is lost in sight ! THE NAME OF JESUS GLORY TO THE NAME OF JESUS! GLORY to the Name of Jesus ! Once it stood for sin and shame; Now the songs of earth and heaven Join to bless that glorious Name. Pardon through the Name of Jesus! Free from guilt, and fault, and blame, We may stand beloved, accepted As we come in Jesus' Name. Victory through the Name of Jesus ! Once for us He overcame, And we conquer sin and Satan Only in our Captain's Name. Power through the Name of Jesus ! All His power our faith may claim. God will work His wonders through us When we use that mighty Name. Healing in the Name of Jesus ! How it thrills our suffering frame When we learn to take from Jesus Life and healing in His Name. 100 j THE NAME OF JESUS 101 Tell abroad the Name of Jesus; 'Round the world His love proclaim Till earth's saved and ransomed millions Join to praise the Saviour's Name. Glory to the Name of Jesus ! Once it stood for sin and shame. Now let all in earth and heaven Join to bless His glorious Name ! THE POWER OF HIS NAME OH, the precious Name of Jesus ! Oh, the debt of love we owe! It has brought us all we value, Heaven above and peace below. And 'twould heal earth's every sorrow, Cure the curse, and sin, and shame, Could earth's wretched millions only Know the power of Jesus' Name. / 102 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT THE SAVIOUR'S CHARM THERE are faces here that are strangely fair, There are hearts that glow with love, But I know a face that is fairer far, And a Friend all friends above. He is fairer far than the sons of men, His lips with grace o'erflow, His smile is the light of heaven above And the joy of saints below. When He lived on earth as the Holy Child, He had favor with God and men, The sad were cheered, the lost were saved, And the sick made whole again. When He comes to dwell in a human heart, 'Tis the dawn of a heavenly day ; The earth will sing when He comes again, And the shadows flee away. Let my soul be filled with Thy light, dear Lord, My life with Thy beauty shine, So that men will long for Thy friendship too As they see Thy face in mine. THE NAME OF JESUS 103 I HAVE SEEN JESUS I HAVE seen Jesus, and my wants are all supplied ; I have seen Jesus, and I'm dead to all beside ; I have seen Jesus, and my heart is satisfied, Satisfied with Jesus. I have seen Jesus, and His blood has cleansed my soul ; I have seen Jesus, and His touch has made me whole ; I have seen Jesus, and my cares on Him I roll, Roll them all on Jesus. I have seen Jesus, and henceforth I'm not my own ; I have seen Jesus, and He holds my heart's high throne ; I have seen Jesus, and I live for Him alone, Jesus, only Jesus ! I have seen Jesus, and my sorrows all are o'er ; I have seen Jesus, and tho' tempests 'round me roar, Anchored to Jesus, I am safe forevermore In the arms of Jesus. I have seen Jesus, and I long for Him to come ; I have seen Jesus, and tho' still on earth I roam, Jesus is coming, coming soon to take me home, Home to be with Jesus ! MISSIONS THE GOSPEL OF THE KINGDOM. THE Gospel of the Kingdom, The Master bade us send Through all the world in witness, And then shall come the end. They may not all receive it, But we must let them know; Our call is but to witness, Our mission but to go. The Lord has gone before us With strong and mighty hand, The doors are wide and open, In every heathen land; The latter rain is falling, The floods begin to flow, But still the Lord is waiting, And calling, "Who will go ?" Lord, wake us from our dreaming! Help us to go or send The gospel as a witness • To earth's remotest end; 1 Make it our one great business Thy coming back to bring, That we with joy may meet Thee, Our Bridegroom and our King. MISSIONS 105 MY TRUST LORD, Thou hast given to me a trust, A high and holy dispensation, To tell the world, and tell I must, The story of Thy great salvation. Thou might' st have sent from heav'n above Angelic hosts to tell the story, But in Thy condescending love, On men Thou hast conferred the glory. Refrain : Let me be faithful to my trust, Telling the world the story; Press on my heart the woe ; Put in my feet the go ; Let me be faithful to my trust, And use me for Thy glory. Thou hast commanded us to go, Oh, never let our hearts betray Thee; And thou hast left an awful woe, On all who lightly disobey Thee. Oh, let us feel and fear that woe, As we would guard our own salvation, And let us answer to that "go" As witnesses in every nation. 106 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT We all are debtors to our race ; God holds us bound to one another; The gifts and blessings of His grace Were given thee to give thy brother. We owe to every child of sin One chance> at least, for hope of heaven. Oh, by the love that brought us in, Let help and hope to them be given ! THE LORD OF THE HARVEST HEAR ye the cry of the Lord of the harvest, Calling for laborers true. White are the fields, and the harvest is plenteous ; Why are the laborers so few? Lift up your eyes on the stricken nations Dying in thousands each year. Think of the loved ones that toil in the darkness ; Pray for the laborers, oh, pray! E'en as the torrents that burst from the mountains, Flooding the valley and plain, Thrust forth the laborers and rouse us to send them, Come and revive us again. MISSIONS 107 JERUSALEM JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! To me forever dear! My very heart doth melt with love When thy sweet name I hear. I love thy very walls and towers, That many a tale could tell ; I love thy valleys and thy hills ; I love, I love thee well. But most of all, I love thee well Because the Son of God So oft o'er all these sacred scenes With holy footsteps trod. The halo of His presence still Seems lingering all around, And every spot my footsteps tread, Is sacred, hallowed ground. But one sweet spot is dearer far Than all the rest to me ; A low green hill hard by thy walls, The place called Calvary. Nay, there's another spot I hold With love that's fonder yet, Where last His blessed footsteps trod,— The Mount of Olivet. 108 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Methinks the very smile of heaven Is ever lingering here; Methinks the very angel hosts Are ever hovering near. I sat upon that mountain side O'erlooking Bethany, And never shall my heart forget What Jesus said to me. It was not words, it was not thoughts, 'Twas just a breath of love; But something to my heart it meant, All thoughts and words above. Yet this I know that message meant — That soon He'll come again — Oh, blessed hope ! Our glorious King Will soon begin His reign ! Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! Forever dear to me ! While life and love and God shall live, I will remember thee! Written in Jerusalem, February, 1894. MISSIONS 109 INDIA FOR JESUS INDIA for Jesus and Jesus for India ! This is the message we bear. India for Jesus and Jesus for India ! This is our watchword and prayer. Over the Ghauts and the hills of Sappura, Over the plains of Berar, Over the beautiful valleys of Krishna, Echo the chorus afar! Sing, till the voices of Hindu and Moslem Blend in the glorious strain! Sing, till the notes of the Brahmin and Sweeper Join in the mighty refrain ! Sing it in Telugu, Urdu, Marathi ; Over the land let it ring; Teach them in Tamil, Gujarati, and Hindi India for Jesus to sing. India for Jesus and Jesus for India ! Over our land let it ring, Calling the Church to her glorious mission, India to Jesus to bring; Bidding the lingering heralds of mercy Fly with the Gospel abroad, Till from her hilltops the watchmen shall answer, "India has turned unto God !" 110 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT India for Jesus and Jesus for India! Master, the work must be Thine; Thine is the power, and Thine is the promise; Send us the baptism divine. And, as the Monsoons sweep over the mountains, Watering each valley and plain, So may the Spirit, in showers of blessing, Come with abundance of rain. An African Incident. "VOU tell me of a Land of Light «■» Where weary spirits find repose, But all around is death and night, From weary dawn to evening's close. You tell me of a King of Love Whose hands receive our parting breath, But I have no such Friend above To take away the sting of death. "Life is one living agony, And death a deeper, darker night; Oh, can there be for such as we A King of Love, a Land of Light?" "Yes, weary children of the night We bring you words of hope and love ; There is for you a Land of Light ; There is for you a King of Love. THE LAND OF LIGHT MISSIONS 111 "To you, so sinful and so sad, Glad tidings of great joy we bring; Rejoice, and be exceeding glad, And hail your Saviour and your King. Tis this that makes us glad to go From home, and friends, and prospects bright, To give to those who do not know Our King of Love, our Land of Light.' , O ye, the children of the Light, In happy homes and Christian lands, Could you but see their dreadful night, How soon you'd fly to loose their bands! How can you bear to hear their cry And never tell them of your God? How dare you meet that God on high And have Him charge you with their blood? 112 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT BEAUTIFUL JAPAN ! OFF the coast of Asia, 'mid the mighty ocean, Lies an island empire, strangely fair and bright ; Ere the morning sunbeams touch the Asian headlands, All her isles are glowing in the dawning light. "Kingdom of the Sunrise," well her children call her, For 'mid Asian nations she is in the van ; First to catch the radiance of a brighter Sunrise, Islands of the Morning, Beautiful Japan! Like a youthful giant she is leaping onward, Gathering up the spoils of every age and clime ; Kindling with a vision of a grander future, She would fain outspeed the very march of time. But her boasted progress and her brightest culture Only can exalt the pride and power of man; What she needs is Jesus and His glorious gospel. Only Christ can save thee, Beautiful Japan! Land of wondrous beauty, what a charm there lingers Over every landscape, every flower and tree ! But a brighter glory waits to break upon thee Than thy cloud-capped mountain or thy inland sea. 'Tis the Father's glory in the face of Jesus, 'Tis the blessed story of redeeming love. Wake to meet the dawning of the heavenly Sunrise 1 Rise to hail the glory shining from above! MISSIONS 113 At the gates of Asia, foremost of her nations, God has set her people in His wondrous plan ; China's teeming myriads, and Korea's millions Wait for her to lead them to the Son of man. Rise to meet thy mission ! Haste to claim thy calling ! 'Mid millennial nations leading on the van, First to catch the Sunrise of the Coming Kingdom, Islands of the Morning, Beautiful Japan! WON'T YOU WIPE MY TEARS? WON'T you wipe my tears?" said a dying child, As she lay on her bed of pain, For the scalding tears o'er her bleeding face Ran down like the drops of rain. She had ever known what it was to weep Since her childhood's earliest years, Till her lips had got used to the pitiful prayer, " Won't you wipe my scalding tears?" "Won't you wipe my tears ?" was her constant cry, As they poured down her blistered face ; While the more she struggled to keep them back, The more they would flow apace. And the little life was a living death With its weight of grief and fears, Till it breathed itself out with the pitiful cry, "Won't you wipe my scalding tears ?" 114 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT "Won't you wipe my tears ?" 'Tis the bitter cry That is echoing o'er and o'er, From the sin and shame of our city slums, And from each dark heathen shore. Shall it call in vain to our selfish hearts? Shall we shut our selfish ears To the pitiful wail of the weeping world As it cries, "Won't you wipe my tears?" There is only One Who can wipe their tears, Only One Who can help and save. Shall we dare to hoard up the Bread of Life While they sink to a hopeless grave? Let us haste to give them the Blessed Hope That has healed our grief and fears, Till this sorrowing world shall be brought to Him Who has wiped away our tears. THE LORD'S COMING SOUND THE ALARM ! SOUND the alarm through the earth and the heavens ! Summon the slumbering world to attend! Jesus is coming ! the hour is impending ! Sound the alarm to earth's uttermost end ! Sound the alarm in the ears of the sinner ! Haste, ere the time of probation be past ! Now is the day of salvation, improve it ; Mercy long lingers, but doom comes at last. Sound the alarm to the slumbering Christian ! Are you prepared should the Bridegroom appear, Oil in your vessels, your lamps trimmed and burning? Brother, be ready, the Master is near. Sound the alarm to the millions that wander Out in the darkness of heathendom's night ! Tell them the King of all kingdoms is coming; Tell them of Jesus, and send them the light. Sound the alarm to the scoffers and worldlings ! Long have ye mocked at His grace and His word. "Look, ye despisers, and wonder, and perish," Where shall you hide in the day of the Lord? 115 116 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT COMING AGAIN OWORD of hope and holy fear! O solace sweet for grief and pain ! O saint, rejoice! O sinner, hear! The Lord will come to earth again! O word that bids us watch and pray, — The Lord will come, we know not when, But this we know, some glorious day The Lord will come to earth again. O balm for every broken heart, For all our parting and our pain; Some day we'll meet, no more to part, The Lord will come to earth again! O word that makes us swift and bold To tell His love to sinful men ! For when the story has been told, The Lord will come to earth again. O word of joy, all joy above- Repeat again the glad refrain — We soon shall be with Him we love; The Lord will come to earth again ! THE LORD'S COMING 117 A SOUND IN THE MULBERRY TREES THERE'S a solemn sound in the rustling breeze That is more than the whispering zephyr's sigh ; There's a sound in the tops of the mulberry trees That tells that the heavenly hosts are nigh. There's "a sound of a going" upon the air, For the Lord is marching on before, And the angel hosts of the sky are there As they fought for men in the days of yore. There's a shout of the right against the wrong; There's a groan from the whole creation round ; There's a cry from the martyrs, "Lord, how long?" And the heavens are echoing back the sound. And the Ancient of Days is on His way, For the hour of His judgment is at hand, And the shaking of heaven and earth to-day Is troubling every wondering land. Let us catch the signal from the skies, And stir ourselves to follow on ; Let the soldiers of the Lord arise And claim the victory He hath won. We are going forth to a strenuous fight, To a field of blood, and fire, and sword, To the scenes of sin and the slums of night, To the last dread battle of the Lord. 118 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT YET A LITTLE WHILE YET a little, such a little, little while, And the Coming One will come for Whom we wait. Though He tarry, He is coming as He said, And He will not wait too long nor come too late. Yet a little, such a little, little while, And we'll cease to sin or suffer here below ; Pain and sickness, death and sorrow pass away, Never more a doubt, or fear, or grief to know. Just a little, such a little, little while, And we'll meet again our loved ones gone before ; Just a little, such a little, little while, And we'll see and be with Jesus evermore. Just a little, such a little, little while, And oppression, crime, and selfishness shall cease; All the wrongs of earth be righted at the last, And this earth become a heaven of love and peace. Though our hearts are often weary as we wait, Still we know that Day of Days is drawing near; Just a little, such a little, little while, And our loved and longed-for Bridegroom shall be here. THE LORD'S COMING 119 HOW LONG? THERE'S a cry from the heavenly temple, Mid the hush of the seraphim's song, From the martyrs under the altar "How long, O Lord, how long?" And lo, as it reaches the Father, With its burden of sorrow and wrong, He turns to His people and asks us "How long, My Church, how long?" There's a cry from the whole creation, With the pain of its pitiful wrong As it waits for the great Redemption, And seems to moan — "How long?" There's a cry from our loved and lost ones, With a longing so deep and strong For the day when we'll meet them yonder, And still they cry— How long?" There's a cry from the perishing heathen Enslaved by sin's fetters so strong. How long must the heavens still hear it That bitter cry— How long?" There a cry from the waiting Master As He longs to begin His reign, How long shall we keep Him waiting To come to His own again ? 120 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT WHO ARE THESE IN BRIGHT ARRAY? FAIR is the tale that our parents in Eden, Ere they had tasted the poison of sin, Wore but the light for their glorious garment, Robed in the radiance that shone from within. But when they fell, and the glory had vanished, Naked and stripped they were filled with dismay, For they had lost the Shekinah within them, And their bright raiment had faded away. So we are told that with light as a garment God is arrayed in His glory so bright ; And on the mountain transfigured before them Jesus was robed in the garments of light. So we shall one day be robed with the rainbow, Clothed with the clouds of the sunset so bright, Fair as the flowers that garland the spring-time, Bright as the stars that illumine the night. Why should we struggle for beauty and fashion? Soon we'll be clothed in His beauty Divine. Let it be ours to be filled with His Presence, And through the temple His glory shall shine. THE LORD'S COMING 121 THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS OVER the night that so darkly was falling, Malachi looks to the morning and sings, Sings of the sunrise that soon will be breaking, Breaking with healing and joy on its wings. Oh, what a sunrise that morning hath brought us ! Oh, what a glory on earth it has shed ! Bringing salvation and healing and gladness, Light for our darkness, and life from the dead. There is a dawn and a sunrise more glorious, Which the appearing of Jesus will bring; Loosed from the fetters of earth's dreary winter We shall go forth like the calves of the spring. Over forever our darkness and dying, Over forever our sickness and pain; Never to feel the fierce breath of temptation, Never to sin or to sorrow again. Oh, what a morning, no sunset shall darken! Oh, what a spring where no tempest shall blow ! Oh, what a home with no parting or weeping ! Oh, what a world which no evil shall know ! Woe for the day that shall burn as an oven ! Woe for the chaff that the flame shall consume ! Oh, for the fire that will cleanse us and save us From that dread day of destruction and doom ! SONGS OF THE SPIRIT THY KINGDOM COME O CHRIST my Lord and King, This is the prayer I bring, This is the song I sing, Thy kingdom come. Help me to work and pray, Help me to live each day, That all I do may say, Thy kingdom come. Upon my heart's high throne Rule Thou, and Thou alone; Let me be all Thine own ; Thy kingdom come. Through all the earth abroad, Wherever, man has trod, Send forth Thy word, O God; Thy kingdom come. Soon may our King appear, Haste, bright Millennial Year; We live to bring it near ; Thy kingdom come. THE LORD'S COMING 123 LOOKING FOR AND HASTING FORWARD WE are looking for the Coming of the Master, We are hasting on the glorious day ; So the Bride should watch and wait for His appearing, So the Church should watch, and work, and pray. We may hasten on the Coming of the Master, We may speed along the lingering years, We may send abroad the blessed proclamation And prepare the way ere He appears. We are longing for the Coming of the Master; It will bring us all we hold most dear. Oh, to have the Lamb to dwell among us ever, And our long lost loved ones with us there ! All the wrongs of time at last shall then be righted, Earth shall be a Paradise again; Sin and sickness, death and sorrow shall be ended, Righteousness and peace and love shall reign. Let us hasten on the Coming of the Master; Let us shorten days that linger still ; Time is counted yonder not alone by numbers, Rather by conditions we fulfil. If we bring the other wandering sheep to Jesus, If we send the witness everywhere, We may hasten His long looked for Coming, And His glorious Advent may prepare. 124 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Is there some one in your earthly home and household Who should not be absent in that day? Is there something in your heart, or plans, or business That would from His presence hide away? Is there something more that you should do for Jesus, Something that would help to make Him King ? Help us, Lord, to use and trim our lanterns, And Thy blessed Coming haste to bring. THE air is full of party strife, And ever loud and long, Each faction has some new device, To remedy the wrong. From age to age men vainly try Earth's Golden Age to bring But tell me why there's nothing said Of bringing back the King? BRINGING BACK THE KING THE LORD'S COMING 125 ZION'S AWAKENING AWAKE, Awake, O Zion! • Arise, Jerusalem! Shake off thy chains, thy sackcloth, Put on thy diadem! Thy night is almost over, Thy morning draweth near, Thy day of promise hasteth Thy King will soon appear. Long hath thy midnight lasted, Hard hath thy bondage been, Cruel the shame and sorrow Thy weeping eyes have seen. Lift up thine eyes, O Israel, Forget thy Wailing Place; Once more thy King is coming In glory and in grace. Thy sons are crowding to thee, Thy wastes are tilled once more, Thy latter rains returning As in the days of yore. Thy vineyards and thy olives Once more thy mountains crown, And 'neath the vine and figtree Again thy sons sit down. 126 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Once more the grapes of Eschol In Hebron's vale are seen, Once more the plain of Sharon Is clothed in richest green. The orange groves of Jaffa Hang rich with harvest rare, And hill and valley blossom With flowers sweet and fair. Once more thy hills are crowned With many a structure fair; Thy thoroughfares are crowded With traffic everywhere; Thy streets are stretching northward — How strange the sacred sign — And soon thy bounds will follow The prophet's measuring line. And many a town and hamlet Are rising o'er the land, The harbingers of progress And brighter days at hand. And many a little circle Of Israel's sons has come And in their ancient valleys Has found a prosperous home. And now the engine's whistle Is heard on Sharon's plain, And Judah's mountains echo The rushing railway train; THE LORD'S COMING And over Syrian railways Perhaps, ere long, shall pour The trade of Western nations To India's distant shore. The messengers of Jesus, Are gathering at thy gates; And many a faithful watchman In Zion works and waits. Once more from Salem's threshold The stream begins to flow Whose deeper tides of blessing To all the lands shall go. From many a cruel nation Thy suffering children flee, Not knowing God is planning To drive them home to thee. Thy strange, pathetic story Men may not understand — A land without a people, A race without a land. But Israel shall be gathered From every race and clime To Zion's holy mountain In God's appointed time. The little chosen remnant Must first their Lord receive; The first fruits of the nation His gospel must believe. 128 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT And then, from Gentile nations, The Lord must bring His own, And unto every creature The witness be made known. Then, He has surely promised, The glorious end shall come—? Thy King shall come to Zion And Israel gather home. Oh, hail that glorious morning All things in earth and sky, And e'en in scattered Israel Proclaim its advent nigh! Awake, Awake, O Zion ! Thy day begins to dawn! Lord, haste its glad appearing, Help us to speed it on. Written when visiting Jerusalem in 1894. CLASS SONGS THE WHOLE BIBLE TO THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD* GOD has given us a great commission, On our banners let it be unfurled, This our holy trust and glorious message — The whole Bible to the whole wide world. God has given us a great salvation, Saving us from sickness, sin, and hell ; Let us come to Him and take it freely, Let us then as freely go and tell. Christ is calling us with many voices, For His speedy coming to prepare; Shall He find us watching, robed, and ready, At His call to meet Him in the air? Blessed Master, we have heard Thy summons, And Thy heart has heard our answering cry ; We are going forth to meet the Bridegroom, For we know His coming draweth nigh. *The last hymn written by Dr. Simpson on the Xyack Motto and sung at the Congress of Missionary Bands, February, ipip. 129 130 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT VOLUNTEERS FOR JESUS COMRADES, hark! for the battle cry is ringing! Forward march ! hark, it is the Captain's call ! Ready all ! let us answer to the summons, Ready all! we shall conquer tho' we fall ! Comrades, hark! He is sending forth His legions To Cathay and to India's burning sands ! Who will dare Afric's deadly clime to venture? Volunteers, He is calling out your bands ! Comrades, hark! for the Lord has gone before us! Jesus leads, let us haste to follow on; Follow on, for the Lord is fighting for us ! Forward march! claim the victory He has won! Comrades, shout ! for the mighty walls are falling ! Onward press ! God has opened every door ! O'er the world let us bear the gospel banner; Christ leads on, follow as He goes before! Comrades, haste! for the day is fast declining! Earth grows old, and the age is nearly gone ! "Lo, He comes!" every sign is loudly telling; Gird your loins, fight on till the battle's won! CLASS SONGS 131 CROWN HIM LORD OF ALL! Class Song, 1915 WE see a world in arms to-day, We hear the clansmen sing, Some shouting, "Kaiser over all," And some, "God save the king." But we a nobler note would raise As at His feet we fall — "All hail the power of Jesus' name And crown Him Lord of all." O Christ, we crown Thee Lord of all, In all our hearts to-day; We yield to Thee our love, our life, Our thoughts, our will, our way. Lord, take and use us as Thou wilt ; Make every heart Thy throne, And let our every ransomed power Be Thine, and Thine alone. Oh, haste the day when o'er the earth Thy flag shall be unfurled ! We go to win for Christ our Lord The crown of all the world. Then all above and all below At His dear feet shall fall, "Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all." 132 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT BE TRUE Class Song, 1894 WE are going forth from the school of Jesus, We have sat at His blessed feet; We have drunk from truth's celestial fountain, We have tasted its honey sweet. We are witnesses for our blessed Master In a world where friends are few, And He sends us forth with the watchword holy, Whatsoe'er it costs, Be true. Be true ! Be true ! Let the holy watchword ring ; Be true to your trust, Be true to your glorious King; Be true ! Be true ! Whether friends be false or few; Whatsoe'er betide, ever at His side, Let Him always find you true. We are going forth from the upper chamber, From the days of our Pentecost, We have giv'n ourselves in a full surrender, And been filled with the Holy Ghost. CLASS SONGS 133 We are going forth as epistles holy, And to live as Christ would do ; Let us always represent our Master, Let our life be always true. We are going forth with a trust so sacred, And a truth so divine and deep, With a message clear and a work so glorious, And a charge, such a charge to keep. Let it be our greatest joy, my brother, That the Lord can depend on you, And if all besides should fail and falter, To your trust be always true. We are going forth with a glorious mission As ambassadors for God, We are sent with heaven's last word of mercy Over all the world abroad. We are sent to save from the blight of sorrow, And the curse of sin undo ; With a work so grand and a trust so holy, Oh, what heart would not be true ? We are going forth with the blessed Spirit, And the Master always near : He has told us, "Lo, I am with you always/' And we need not faint or fear. With the Master's presence always near us, Shall we not both dare and do, With the mighty Holy Ghost within us, Shall we not be always true? 134 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT We are going forth with a hope supernal, Tis the hope of "Home, Sweet Home," We shall not have gone over all the cities Till the Son of man be come. We are calling out the guests to the marriage, We are hasting to meet Him, too. May He find us watching and robed and ready ; May He say "Thou hast been true." THY GOD IS MIGHTY Class Song, 1917 THERE'S a mighty word that echoes down the ages ; It has cheered the saints in many an evil time. Lo ! "The Lord thy God in midst of thee is mighty," Let it stir us as we sing the notes sublime. Refrain : "The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty " The Lord thy God, — sound it loud and long. "The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty/' Be strong, be strong, be strong. 'Twas the battle cry that led the hosts of Israel As they crossed the sea and won the Promised Land, And the mighty God that led them on to victory Still is with us with His strong and mighty Hand. CLASS SONGS 135 'Twas the promise given to the ancient prophet That Messiah's name should be Immanuel, For the holy Babe that came to Bethlehem's manger Was the Son of God who stooped with men to dwell. 'Twas His parting promise as the Master left us, That the Holy Ghost from Heaven He would send, And that He Himself in mighty power and presence Should be with us always till the age shall end. 'Tis the mighty Word that sanctifies and saves us From the power of self, and of the world and sin ; Holy secret hidden from the ancient ages Is the Son of God Himself enthroned within. We are waiting for a yet more glorious vision, For the Son of God is coming back ere long. Haste, O Lord, the day when choirs of earth and heaven, Shall unite to echo that millennial song. SEASON SONGS O WINGED YEARS O WINGED years, how fast ye fly ! Foreshortened as the end draws nigh. Another year its course has run, And time's own course will soon be done. An age its months might well enfold If all their issues could be told, For faith can trace the hand of God On every page the earth abroad. The Winged Wheels of Living Flame That to Ezekiel's vision came, Swift moving at the Lord's command, Have swept once more o'er every land. With many a shock earth's walls were riven, And God is shaking earth and heaven ; The social realm, the business world, With wildest storms have tossed and swirled. Old systems crumble and decay, Old things and peoples pass away; The hoary past retires from view, And a new age wants all things new. 136 SEASON SONGS 137 'Tis but the travail pangs of earth Foretokening that mightier birth When God's great word shall be made true And God Himself make all things new. How vain the wisdom of the wise! Man's towers have failed to reach the skies. New thought and new theology- Are but a sacred travesty. But God is speaking loud and clear, His kingdom swiftly draweth near ; The Spirit and the Bride say, come, And Israel's sons are hastening home. Bride of the Lamb, thyself prepare To meet the Bridegroom in the air; Soldiers of Christ, gird on your sword, And send abroad His Holy Word. A GOLDEN YEAR GOLDEN days and golden blessings, This the prayer our hearts would raise, As we stand once more together At the parting of the ways ; This the boon our love is asking For the friends we hold so dear; Open to us all Thy treasures, Grant us, Lord, a Golden Year. 138 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT For the gold we count so precious Simply points to things above, And the golden things of Scripture Are the treasures of His love. What can bring such glorious riches, What can give such wealth divine As to have Him whisper to us, "All I am and have is thine ?" Though perhaps our hearts have lingered Far too long "among the pots," Let us rise from sin and sorrow And from earth's defiling spots, Till our soul shall catch the sunshine Falling on us from above Like the sheen of ^old and silver On the bright ancf burnished dove. Robe us in the golden garments Of the daughter of the King; Let us share her heavenly rapture When the Lamb His Bride shall bring; Let our robes be wrought and fashioned By Thy needlework divine, Every stitch and thread and fiber, — Let the work, O Lord, be Thine. Let us be as golden vessels In the palace of the King, Purged from every baser service, Every coarse and common thing; SEASON SONGS 139 Clean and empty, pure and holy, Let us ever waiting stand, Meet for ever}' call of service, Close and ready at His hand. Let us build a golden mansion Ere the fires of that great Day Shall consume wood, hay, and stubble, And the things that pass away. Let us build of gold and silver, For the Spirit's work alone Can endure the testing fires, Stand approved before the throne. Let us be like "golden vials Full of odors sweet" that rise, Bearing up like golden censers Holy incense to the skies. Let us be like golden piping Made the heavenly oil to bear, To the golden temple lampstands, Shedding blessing everywhere. Golden words our lips may utter, Words of heavenly love and might ; Golden gifts to spread His gospel And to send abroad the light; Golden deeds in heavenly power, God can make our weakness strong; Golden smiles and golden sunshine, Filling life with joy and song. 140 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Streets and harps and crowns all golden With the ransomed we shall share; We are heirs of all the glory Waiting for us over there. But we need not wait to claim it Till we join the heavenly throng; Let us dare to use the riches That to us as heirs belong. Let us take each golden promise, Let us turn it back again ; Golden deeds of lives and blessing Let us give to God and men. God Himself alone the gold is, All, O Lord, must come from Thee; Lord, go with us, then most surely This a Golden Year shall be. SEASON SONGS 141 THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW. THEY are tolling the dirge of the Old Year, They are digging the grave of the past; Say, what has it brought thee of blessing And what has it left that will last ? Has it brought thee to Jesus thy Saviour And saved from thy sins and thy fears? Then well may'st thou bless its remembrance, And call it the best of thy years. Has it brought thee the fulness of Jesus And used thee on errands of love? Then well may'st thou weep at its parting, And bless it all others above. They are ringing the dawn of the New Year, And joyfully hailing its birth: Oh, what does it hide in its bosom For thee and the millions of earth? Let faith bring its answering message, As bright as the promise divine; And hope shed its light on the vision Till bright with His coming it shine. Then let love gird her loins to fulfil it As forth to the harvest she hies ; And may heaven make real the vision Ere another New Year shall arise. 142 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT EASTERTIDE The New Year of Nature and Redemption LO, earth arrays herself in beauty, ' And folds her wintry robes away, Her veins with vernal life are throbbing, Tis Nature's glorious New Year's day. Glad day on which the Lord of glory Rose from the tomb where once He lay, And made the Eastertide forever Redemption's sacred New Year's day. Type of our spirit's resurrection, Sweet Eastertide to us thou art, Thou bringest us the new creation, The precious New Year of the heart. Bright foretaste of that brighter morning When all the saints shall reach their home. O glorious day, we haste thy dawning, Glad New Year of the Age to Come ! Sweet Eastertide, we rise to meet thee, We hail thy dawning bright and clear! Oh, lift us to the heavenly places, And bring us all a glad New Year ! SEASON SONGS 148 THANKSGIVING DAY WHILE earth oft reels with shock of bloody battles, And Heaven looks sadly on the fateful fray, Peace spans our sky with radiant rainbow glory And tunes our praise this glad Thanksgiving Day. While plague and famine stalk among the nations, And want and sorrow on their victims prey, 'There's no complaining in our streets" and hamlets, And Plenty fills our flowing cup this day. While darkness broods o'er more than half earth's millions, And myriads still to senseless idols pray, The Light, the Life, the Christ to us are given, And Heaven's best blessings fill our hearts to-day. The heavenly hosts are marching on before us, The hand of God "makes straight" His glorious way; The harbingers of Hope are all around us, And nearer draws Heaven's grand Thanksgiving Day. While Praise pours out to-day its glad oblation, Let Faith and Hope with holy longing pray That soon may come earth's Monarch and Redeemer To make all days one long Thanksgiving Day. But more than Praise or Prayer or Hope's bright vision, Let Love go forth her endless debt to pay ; And as we share our blessings with our fellows, 'Twill doubly bless our own Thanksgiving Day. 144 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS ONCE again our glad thanksgivings Rise before our Father's throne As we try to count the blessings Of the year so swiftly flown, As we trace the wondrous working Of His wisdom, power, and k)ve, And unite our "Holy, holy," With the seraphim above. He has blessed our favored country With a free and bounteous hand, Peace and plenty in our borders, Liberty through all our land. And although our sins and follies Oft provoked Him to His face, Mercy still restrains His judgments And prolongs our day of grace. As we gather 'round our firesides On this new Thanksgiving Day, Time would fail to count the blessings That have followed all our way ; Grace sufficient, help and healing, Prayer oft answered at our call, And the best of all our blesssings, Christ Himself our all in all. SEASON SONGS 145 How His glorious hand is moying Over all the earth abroad, While the wondering nations tremble At the mighty march of God ! How a single year has witnessed Many age-long fetters riven, And the Turk's dominion ended By the wrath of righteous heaven! While we love to count our blessings, Grateful for the year that's gone, Faith would sweep a wider vision, Hope would gaze yet farther on; For the signals all around us Seem with one accord to say, Christ is coming soon to bring us Earth's last, best Thanksgiving Day I r 146 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT AS A LITTLE CHILD WHEN He came from heaven to earth, Jesus stooped to mortal birth As a little child. Now He reigns above the sky, But the name He bears on high Is "God's Holy Child." As of old on Christmas morn Christ in us again is born As a little child. And He bids His followers be Meek and holy even as He, Like a little child. Give me, Lord, a childlike heart ; Make me simple, free from art As a little child. Trustful, loving, glad, and free, Sweet, and holy let me be Like a little child. Jesus, treat me as a child; And when swept by tempests wild, Still Thy troubled child. Hush my doubts and fears to rest, And upon Thy sheltering breast Fold Thy troubled child. SEASON SONGS 147 A CHRISTMAS WITHOUT CHRIST WHEN God's beloved Son Came down to dwell with men, There was in Bethlehem's little town No room for Jesus then ; And in a manger bed On that first Christmas morn, 'Mid crowded stalls and lowing kine The Lord of Worlds was born. He's coming back once more Coming, but not as then ; Arrayed in glorious majesty, He's coming back to reign. With songs and shouts of praise The earth and heavens shall ring, And wealth of worlds were cheap to win One smile from heaven's King. Sometimes He still doth come Seeking our hearts to win; He gently knocks, and waits, and cries, "Soul, may I enter in?" His loving heart is fain To win us in disguise Before His majesty shall burst Upon our wondering eyes. 148 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT O happy souls that hear And bid Him enter in! He comes to bless and heal and save From all the curse of sin. And, oh, what joy some day To hear Him say to thee, "Thou gavest Me a home on earth, Now thou shalt dwell with Me." The world is rushing on In mad frivolity, With room and time for all besides, But none, O Lord, for Thee. And, bolder grown, we dare To call the world our own; Humanity is God, and God i Is banished from His throne. Imperious Mammon claims All things on earth below; No heavenly stamp our coins must bear,* No Christ our Christmas know. The songs our children sang Must find a lower key, And Bethlehem's Babe no place be given Upon their Christmas tree. ♦Written when the United States Government was discussing the question of removing the words "In God we trust" from its coins. SEASON SONGS 149 O God, the very heavens Must blush with wondering shame To see the slight that man bestows On heaven's most honored name. How canst Thou love and bless ! How canst Thou still forbear ! .While He w T ho died to purchase us Has in our joy no share ! Earth, have thy little day Of Christlessness and sin ! Soon shalt thou stand at Heaven's gate And seek to enter in. But from those warders stern I hear the answer given — "For those who had no room for Christ There is no room in heaven." 150 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT THE MORNING STAR WHEN of old the Magi journeyed With their gifts from lands afar, They were led to Bethlehem's manger By a new and wondrous Star; 'Twas a Morning Star, proclaiming That earth's night had passed away, And a heavenly Sun was rising On an Everlasting Day. But for us a Star has risen With a radiance brighter far; Christ Himself, to those who know Him, Is the Bright and Morning Star; When He comes, He brings the morning Of a day that knows no night; Of our hearts He is the Dayspring And the Everlasting Light. And we're waiting for the dawning Of that glad millennial day When earth's night of sin and sorrow Shall forever pass away. But before that glorious sunrise Bursts o'er all the earth afar He will come to us who know Him As the Bright and Morning Star. SEASON SONGS 151 Like the Magi from the Orient Pilgrims of the night we are; But we're watching as we journey For the Bright and Morning Star. E'en the deep'ning darkness tells us That the morning must be near, Oh, what joy should it be waiting Somewhere in this glad New Year ! WHY HE CAME THE Lord of angels came to Bethlehem's manger To teach our hearts to love the lowliest place ; For rank can bend where vulgar pride stands vaunting, And beauty shines most fair in modest grace. Lord Jesus, teach our hearts to stoop like Thee, And ever clothe us with humility. The Holy Babe came down to Bethlehem's cradle To shed eternal light on childhood's charm. The Hand that guides the mighty orbs of heaven Once lay a helpless babe in Mary's arms. Lord, help me like a little child to be, And let me love Thy lambs for love of Thee. The angels sang on Bethlehem's plains that midnight To teach our lips the songs the seraphs know; "Glory to God on high," the lofty keynote, "Goodwill to men and peace on earth" below. Lord, tune our voices to the old refrain, And ever let our lives repeat the strain. 152 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT It was the humble shepherds saw the vision — Types of the lowly hearts to whom 'tis given To see the things the wise and prudent see not, And catch the echoes of the songs of heaven. Lord, may we ever dwell so near Thy side, And in the secret place with Thee abide. The Magi came to Bethlehem's lowly manger With gifts of myrrh and frankincense and gold, To teach us still to bring our costly treasure, Our worship and our woe, like them of old. O Christ, unchanged through all the changing years, Accept our gifts, our homage, and our tears. / SPECIAL SONGS THE SOUTHERN CROSS STARS of the southern heavens, I greet you in His name, Who hung your torches yonder, And lit their glowing flame. Oft in the northern midnight I've seen Orion shine, The brightest constellation Of yonder arch divine. The silver light of Sirius, The wondrous Pleiades, The never changing Pole Star — .Oft have I gazed on these. But I have longed to see thee, Fair Southern Cross, arise, The mystic sign of Jesus Engraven on the skies. 153 154 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Shine on, thou wondrous signal, Bright lamp from Heaven above, Tell out o'er earth and ocean The mystery of His love, O'er Australasian Islands, And Afric's burning sands, And India's teeming millions, And all the Christless lands. Tell how the Lord of Heaven Gave up His Son to die, Till men shall catch the meaning Of Christ and Calvary. His Church has long neglected To make the message known, But God has hung the signal To flash it from the Throne. They say its stars are tinted Like Calvary's crimson hue; The very heavens confess Him Who died for me and you. The Southern Cross is hanging Low in the Eastern sky; I almost long to grasp it And lift it up on high. SPECIAL SONGS 155 Yon glorious constellation Is slowly travelling on; And lo, erect it standest, Long ere the night is gone. Yes, and Thy cross, O Jesus, Is rising evermore; And soon its light and glory Shall shine from shore to shore. Amid yon starry cluster Two crosses I can see; One is the cross of Jesus, And one — is left for me. One stands erect to heaven; 'Tis His who suffered there; And one is prostrate lying, For us to take and bear. I lift Thy cross, O Jesus, O'er every heathen land; And mine — I take and carry, At Thy divine command. Written on the Red Sea, Feb., 1893. 156 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT LOOKING OVER ONCE of old on Hermon's "height, Jesus stood one glorious night, In transfiguration bright Looking over; Past the cross where He should die, Past the grave where He should lie, Over to His throne so high, — Looking over, Down the mountain He could see Kedron's vale and Calvary's tree, But how small they seemed to be Looking over; Dwarfed before the vision bright, Lost amid the eternal light Bursting on His ravished sight, — Looking over. He could see the lifted stone, He could see the eternal throne, And the powers of hell o'erthrown Looking over; He could see the gospel roll Through the world from pole to pole, Making ruined sinners whole,— Looking over. SPECIAL SONGS 157 He could see the ransomed throng, He could hear their rapturous song, Rolling through the ages long, Looking over; He could see His glorious Bride, Saved and seated at His side, And His soul was satisfied Looking over. Let us look from Hermon's height Over all earth's little night ' And the sunlit hills of light, Looking over; And the joy that's set before Every grief will lift us o'er Till we stand on yonder shore Looking over. Written on the Red Sea, February 24, 1894. IN MEMORIAM* FRIEND of our hearts, farewell ! How swift thy heavenly call ! But yesterday we clasped thy hand — To-day the funeral pall. Nay, not the pall, the bier — For thee no death can be — Thy radiant soul is shining on, These cerements hold not thee. ♦On the occasion of the death of Rev. Henry Wilson, D.D. 158 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT The chrysalis has burst, Thy winged soul has flown; Thy song has struck a nobler key Before the jasper throne. With countless little ones Who passed this way before, We seem to see thy radiant form Upon that shining shore. Thy loved ones, too, are there, All pain and parting past; Thy spirit breathes its native air And finds its home at last. Thou wast too bright for earth To hold thee longer here ; Pass on — we would not wish thee back Amid these shadows drear. But on we also press, And may thy mantle fall And leave on many a quickened heart Some new and heavenly call. SPECIAL SONGS 159 SAFE HOME TJE brought me safe to my longed-for haven, «*• * My perilous journey past; So bring us, Lord, on our heavenly journey, Safe home, safe home at last. Through many a trying, deadly climate, And many a stormy blast, He guided, guarded my every footstep, And brought me home at last. Through narrow straits, o'er mighty mountains, And out on oceans vast, Life's pathway leads, yet He guides our footsteps, And brings us home at last. By dangerous shores where the dread plague hovered, My lot was sometimes cast, But the Great Physician has ever guarded, And brought me home at last. He gave me service beside all waters, And sheaves for the Harvest Home. Oh, may we all be among the reapers, When we to the harvest come. 160 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT He brought me safe to my earthly haven, My perilous journey past, So bring us, Lord, in our heavenly journey, Safe home, safe home at last. Written after a trip around South America in 1910. DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARIES -D00125626M*