1. Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home.
2. Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease;
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee in glory at home.
3. I sigh, from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;
T?hough now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace when I’m with thee at home.
4. While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home!
5. Whate’er thou deniest, O give me thy grace!
The Spirit’s sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait till thou come,
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.
Author: David Denham (1791-1848)
Composer: Wm. Hauser
Hesperian Harp: Page 308
Song in the Night: Page 74
1. My brethren all, on you I call,
Arise and look around you;
How many foes, bound to oppose,
Are waiting to confound you:
The trumpet calls on Zion’s walls—
Shake off your sleep and slumber;
Arise and pray, we’ll win the day,
Tho’ we are few in number.
2. To God we’ll cry and hell defy,
Tho’ Satan roar like thunder—
The voice of pray’r makes sinners stare,
While fill’d with joy and wonder:
While music sweet makes some retreat,
Our Jesus still draws nigher;
His precious name lights up the flame
That sets our souls on fire.
3. While grace divine in others shine,
With each we are delighted;
With them we crowd and sing so loud,
Poor sinners are affrighted.
The sweetest joys our pow’rs employ,
To see the cause advancing—
Tho’ some go off, and boldly scoff,
And say that we are dancing.
4. Some mournfully for mercy cry,
And stubborn hearts are bended—
If we but smile, some say we’re wild,
And so go off offended:
If souls are born we’ll bear the scorn,
Let sinners tell their story—
For Jesus’ name we’ll bare the blame,
And give him all the glory.
5. But let them scoff, we still will cry
To God for their salvation—
O God of love, send from above,
And save them from damnation;
Thy Spirit send their hearts to bend,
Arrest them by thy thunder!
Let sweetest songs employ their tongues—
Fill them with joy and wonder.
Author: B.F. White
Composer: William Caldwell
Meter: 8s & 7s
Hesperian Harp: Page 321
Song in the Night: Page 27
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