Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing
waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my
journey through;
Strong
Deliverer,
Be Thou still my strength
and shield.
When I tread the verge of
Jordan,
Bid my anxious
fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling
current,
Land me safe on
Canaan’s side;
Songs
of praises
I will ever give to Thee.
Christ receiveth Sinful Men
Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word
of grace to all
Who the heav’nly pathway
leave,
All who linger,
all who fall.
Chorus
Sing it o’er and o’er
again:
Christ receiveth
sinful men;
Make the message clear and
plain:
Christ receiveth
sinful men.
Come, and He will give you
rest;
Trust Him, for
His word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth
sinful men.
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all
my sin;
Purged from ev’ry spot
and stain,
Heav’n with
Him I enter in.
Some Day the Silver Cord will break
Some day the silver cord will
break,
And I no more
as now shall sing;
But, O, the joy when I shall
wake
Within the palace
of the King!
And I shall see Him face to
face,
And tell the story—Saved
by grace.
Some day my earthly house
will fall,
I cannot tell
how soon ’twill be,
But this I know—my
All in All
Has now a place
in heaven for me.
Some day; till then I’ll
watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed
and burning bright,
That when my Saviour ope’s
the gate.
My soul to Him
may take its flight.
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loos’d the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.