Refresh thy people on their toilsome way;
lead us from night to never-ending day;
fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
and glory, laud, and praise be ever thine.
-Daniel C. Roberts
I have a pet peeve. I really get frustrated when you are told to arrive 15 minutes early for a doctor's appointment only to have to wait an additional 25 minutes beyond the appointment start time.
Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Sing, O earth– His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! Hail Him! highest archangels in glory;
strength and honor give to His holy name!
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children;
in His arms He carries them all day long.
Your bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
-Robert Grant
Since Jesus is my Friend,
And I to him belong,
It matters not what foes intend,
However fierce and strong.
He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer,
How he who seeks in God his rest
Shall ever find him near.
-Paul Gerhardt, Catherine Winkworth
His banners are o'er us, His light goes before us--
A pillar of fire shining forth in the night--
Till shadows have vanished and darkness is banished,
As forward we travel from light into light.
-Katherine Davis
Rock on which my soul would rest,
From storm and tempest wild,
Gently pillowed on Thy breast,
Protect Thy weary child.
Let Thy Spirit be my guide,
To endless joys above;
Grant I may never turn aside,
Or once forget Thy love.
-Fanny Crosby
My life flows on in endless song,
above earth’s lamentation.
I catch the sweet, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that Rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is lord of heav’n and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
-Robert Lowry
The voice of my Beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
Now through the veil of flesh I see
With eyes of love he looks at me;
Now in the gospel's clearest glass
He shows the beauties of his face.