Jesu, joy of man’s desiring,
Holy wisdom, love most bright;
Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light.
Word of God, our flesh that fashioned,
With the fire of life impassioned,
Striving still to truth unknown,
Soaring, dying round Thy throne.

Through the way where hope is guiding,
Hark, what peaceful music rings;
Where the flock, in Thee confiding,
Drink of joy from deathless springs.
Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure;
Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure.
Thou dost ever lead Thine own
In the love of joys unknown.

We are watching, we are waiting,
For the bright prophetic day;
When the shadows, weary shadows
From the world shall roll away.

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We are waiting for the morning,
When the beauteous day is dawning;
We are waiting for the morning,
For the golden spires of day.
Lo! He comes! see the King draw near;
Zion, shout! the Lord is here.

We are watching, we are waiting,
For the star that brings the day;
When the night of sin shall vanish,
And the shadows melt away.

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We are watching, we are waiting,
For the beauteous King of day;
For the Chiefest of ten thousand,
For the Light, the Truth, the Way.

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We are watching, we are waiting,
For the time so long foretold,
When with saved ones of all ages,
We shall walk the streets of gold.

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We are watching, we are waiting,
For an earth made free from strife,
Then the power of Satan ended,
We shall have eternal life.

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Jesus, Savior, come to me;
Let me ever be with Thee;
Come and nevermore depart,
Thou Who reignest in my heart.

Lord, for Thee I ever sigh,
Nothing else can satisfy.
Ever do I cry to Thee:
Jesus, Jesus, come to me!

Earthly joys can give no peace,
Cannot bid my longing cease;
Still to have my Jesus near,
This is all my pleasure here.

All that makes the angels glad,
In their garb of glory clad,
Only fills me with distress
If Thy presence does not bless.

Thou alone, my God and Lord,
Art my Glory and Reward.
Thou hast bled for me and died;
In Thy wounds I safely hide.

Come, then, Lamb for sinners slain,
Come and ease me of my pain.
Evermore I cry to Thee:
Jesus, Jesus, come to me!

Patiently I wait Thy day;
For this gift, O Lord, I pray,
That, when death shall come to me,
My dear Jesus Thou wilt be.

My spirit longs for Thee,
Within my troubled breast,
Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a Guest.

Of so divine a Guest
Unworthy though I be,
Yet has my heart no rest
Unless it come from Thee.

Unless it come from Thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see
No rest is to be found.

No rest is to be found
But in Thy blessèd love;
O let my wish be crowned
And send it from above.

Awake, awake, O heart of mine!
Sing praise to God above;
Take up the song of endless years,
And sing redeeming love!
Redeemed by Him Who bore my sins,
When on the cross He died;
Redeemed and purchased with His blood,
Redeemed and sanctified.

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Awake, awake, o heart of mine!
Sing praise, sing praise to God above;
Take up the song of endless years,
And sing redeeming love!

Redeemed by Him, my Lord and King,
Who saves me day by day;|
My life and all its ransomed powers
Could ne’er His love repay.
And yet His mercy condescends
My humble gift to own;
And through the riches of His grace,
He brings me near His throne.

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O love, unchanging, love sublime!
Not all the hosts above
Can reach the height or sound the depth
Of God’s eternal love.
This wondrous love enfolds the world,
It fills the realms above;
’Tis boundless as eternity;
Oh, praise the God of love!

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In the resurrection morning,
When the trump of God shall sound,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!
Then the saints will come rejoicing
And no tears will e’er be found,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise.

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We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!
Amen! We shall rise! Hallelujah!
In the resurrection morning,
When death’s prison bars are broken,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! We shall rise.

In the resurrection morning,
What a meeting it will be,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!
When our fathers and our mothers,
And our loved ones we shall see,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!

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In the resurrection morning,
Blessèd thought it is to me,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!
I shall see my blessèd Savior,
Who so freely died for me,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!

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In the resurrection morning,
We shall meet Him in the air,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!
And be carried up to glory,
To our home so bright and fair,
We shall rise, Hallelujah! we shall rise!

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Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th’eternal Name,
And all His boundless love proclaim.

See where it shines in Jesus’ face,
The brightest image of His grace;
God, in the person of His Son,
Has all His mightiest works outdone.

The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

But in His looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thine hands;
The pleasing luster of His eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

Grace! ‘tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ Name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!
Ye heav’ns, reflect it to the ground!

O may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils His lovely face!
Where all His beauties you behold,
And sing His Name to harps of gold!

With Christ we share a mystic grave,
With Christ we buried lie;
But ’tis not in the darksome cave
By mournful Calvary.

The pure and bright baptismal flood
Entombs our nature’s stain;
New creatures from the cleansing wave
With Christ we rise again.

Thrice blest, if through this world of strife,
And sin, and selfish care,
Our snow white robe of righteousness
We undefilèd wear.

Thrice blest, if through the gate of death
All glorious and free
We to our joyful rising pass,
O risen Lord, with Thee.

See the gloomy gathering cloud
Hanging o’er a sinful land!
Sure the Lord proclaims aloud,
Times of trouble are at hand:
Happy they, who love His Name!
They shall always find Him near;
Though the earth were wrapped in flame,
They have no just cause for fear.

Hark! His voice in accents mild,
O, how comforting and sweet!
Speaks to every humble child,
Pointing out a sure retreat!
Come, and in My chambers hide,
To My saints of old well known;
There you safely may abide,
Till the storm be overblown.

You have only to repose
On My wisdom, love, and care;
Where My wrath consumes my foes,
Mercy shall My children spare:
While they perish in the flood,
You that bear My holy mark,
Sprinkled with atoning blood,
Shall be safe within the ark.

Sinners, see the ark prepared!
Haste to enter while there’s room;
Though the Lord His arm has bared,
Mercy still retards your doom:
Seek Him while there yet is hope,
Ere the day of grace be past;
Lest in wrath He give you up,
And this call should prove your last.