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Phoebe Cary·Modern
Verse 1
One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
I’m nearer home to-day, to-day,
Than I have ever been before.
Verse 2
Nearer my Father’s house,
Where many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne to-day,
Nearer the crystal sea.
Verse 3
Nearer the bound of life,
Where burdens are laid down;
Nearer to leave the cross to-day,
And nearer to the crown.
Verse 4
Be near me when my feet
Are slipping o’er the brink;
For I am nearer home to-day,
Perhaps, than now I think.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 102 · Irregular · Cary
Charlotte Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
O holy Savior! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bid’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
Refrain
Help me cling to thee, Savior,
Help me cling to thee!
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
Verse 2
Without a murmur I dismiss
My former dreams of earthly bliss;
My joy, my recompense be this,
Each hour to cling to thee!
Verse 3
Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to thee!
Charlotte Elliott, “O Holy Savior! Friend Unseen”
Otterbein 1890 No. 279 · 8s & 6s · Draw Me to Thee
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,
And it told thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to thee.
Refrain
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To thy precious, bleeding side.
Verse 2
Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in thine.
Verse 3
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in pray’r, and with thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend.
Verse 4
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with thee.
Fanny J. Crosby, “I Am Thine, O Lord, I Have Heard Thy Voice”
Otterbein 1890 No. 280 · P.M · Draw Me Nearer
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
Refrain
Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
Verse 2
Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
Verse 3
Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Savior, More Than Life to Me”
Otterbein 1890 No. 309 · P.M · Every Day and Hour
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Sarah F. Adams·Modern
Verse 1
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 2
Though like the wanderer
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I’d be
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 3
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send’st to me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 4
Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
Otterbein 1890 No. 311 · 6s & 4s · Bethany
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
L. Hartsough·Modern
Verse 1
I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Refrain
I am coming, Lord!
Coming now to thee!
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Verse 2
Tho’ coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
Verse 3
’Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
Verse 4
’Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
Verse 5
And he the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
Verse 6
All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!
L. Hartsough, “I Hear Thy Welcome Voice”
Otterbein 1890 No. 317 · S.M · Welcome Voice
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Anna L. Waring·Modern
Verse 1
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here,
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,--
And can I be dismayed?
Verse 2
Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back:
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack;
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.
Verse 3
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where darkest clouds have been;
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free;
My Savior has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.
Anna L. Waring, “In Heavenly Love Abiding”
Otterbein 1890 No. 345 · 7s & 6s. D · Waring
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
Refrain
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.
Verse 2
For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
Verse 3
I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,
When ev’ry heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.
Verse 4
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
Thy health’s eternal spring.
Henry F. Lyte, “As Pants the Hart for Cooling Streams”
Otterbein 1890 No. 349 · C.M · As Pants the Hart
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
Hide thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
Hide thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart thy love forever,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.
Verse 2
From, the snare of sinful pleasure
Hide thou me;
Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
Hide thou me;
When the world its power is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.
Verse 3
In the lonely night of sorrow,
Hide thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
Hide thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let thy bosom be my pillow,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.
Fanny J. Crosby, “In Thy Cleft, O Rock of Ages”
Otterbein 1890 No. 350 · P.M · Hide Thou Me
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Refrain
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Verse 2
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!
Verse 3
Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Safe in the Arms of Jesus”
Otterbein 1890 No. 370 · P.M · Safe in the Arms of Jesus
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,
And it told thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to thee.
Refrain
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To thy precious, bleeding side.
Verse 2
Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in thine.
Verse 3
O the pure delight of a single hour
That before thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in pray’r, and with thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend.
Verse 4
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with thee.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 572 · P.M · Draw Me Nearer
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 6 · P.M · Safe in the Arms of Jesus
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Sarah F. Adams·Modern
Verse 1
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 2
Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 3
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven:
All that Thou send’st to me
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 4
Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 5
Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 601 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Horbury
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Verse 2
A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Verse 3
A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o’er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Verse 4
A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath-day:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that sweet day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Verse 5
’Tis but a little while,
And He shall come again
Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.
Horatius Bonar, “A Few More Years Shall Roll”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 612 · S.M.D. · Leominster
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Beyond the smiling and the weeping
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Verse 2
Beyond the blooming and the fading
I shall be soon;
Beyond the shining and the shading,
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Verse 3
Beyond the rising and the setting
I shall be soon;
Beyond the calming and the fretting,
Beyond remembering and forgetting,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Verse 4
Beyond the parting and the meeting
I shall be soon;
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond the pulse’s fever-beating,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Verse 5
Beyond the frost-chain and the fever
I shall be soon;
Beyond the rock-waste and the river,
Beyond the ever and the never,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.
Horatius Bonar, “Beyond the Smiling and the Weeping”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 613 · 9.4.9.9.4.6.6. · A Little While
Phoebe Cary·Modern
Verse 1
One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er:
I’m nearer my home to-day
Than I ever have been before.
Verse 2
Nearer my Father’s house,
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;
Verse 3
Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown.
Verse 4
But the waves of that silent sea
Roll dark before my sight,
That brightly the other side
Break on a shore of light.
Verse 5
O, if my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink,
If it be I am nearer home
Even to-day than I think,
Verse 6
Father, perfect my trust;
Let my spirit feel in death
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith.
Phoebe Cary, “One Sweetly Solemn Thought”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 614 · Irregular · Cary
Sarah F. Adams·Modern
Verse 1
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 2
Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 3
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven:
All that Thou send’st to me
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 4
Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Verse 5
Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 719 · 6.4.6.4.6.6.4. · Horbury