Part 8

But all through the mountains, thunder-riven, And up from the rocky steep, There arose a glad cry to the height of heaven, "Rejoice! I have found my sheep!" And the angels echoed around the throne: "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!"

My Faith looks up to Thee

My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine! Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O, let me from this day Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, O, may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire.

When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; O, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul.

Jordan's Strand

My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger.

Chorus

For, O we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And, just before, the shining shore We may almost discover!

We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our heavenly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, "Let every lamp be burning."

Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing.

Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says, "Come!" and there's our home, Forever, O forever.

Over the Line

O tender and sweet was the Master's voice As he lovingly call'd to me, "Come over the line, it is only a step-- I am waiting my child, for thee."

Refrain

"Over the line," hear the sweet refrain, Angels are chanting the heavenly strain: "Over the line,"--Why should I remain With a step between me and Jesus?

But my sins are many, my faith is small, Lo! the answer came quick and clear; "Thou needest not trust in thyself at all, Step over the line, I am here."

But my flesh is weak, I tearfully said, And the way I cannot see; I fear if I try I may sadly fail, And thus may dishonor Thee.

Ah, the world is cold, and I cannot go back Press forward I surely must; I will place my hand in his wounded palm Step over the line, and trust.

O could I speak the Matchless Worth

O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar, and touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings, In notes almost divine.

I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin and wrath divine; I'd sing His glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine.

I'd sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Exalted on His throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known.

Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in His grace.

O God, beneath Thy Guiding Hand

O God, beneath Thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers cross'd the sea; And when they trod the wintry strand, With pray'r and psalm they worshipp'd Thee.

Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer: Thy blessing came and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour.

Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.