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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
Oswald Allen·Modern
Verse 1
To-day Thy mercy calls me
To wash away my sin;
However great my trespass,
Whate’er I may have been,
However long from mercy
I may have turned away,
Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me,
And make me white to-day.
Verse 2
To-day Thy gate is open,
And all who enter in
Shall find a Father’s welcome,
And pardon for their sin;
The past shall be forgotten,
A present joy be given,
A future grace be promised,
A glorious crown in heaven.
Verse 3
To-day the Father calls me,
The Holy Spirit waits,
The blessed angels gather
Around the heavenly gates:
No question will be asked me,
How often I have come;
Although I oft have wandered,
It is my Father’s home.
Verse 4
O all-embracing mercy,
Thou ever-open door,
What shall I do without thee
When heart and eyes run o’er?
When all things seem against me,
To drive me to despair,
I know one gate is open,
One ear will hear my prayer.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 447 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Blairgowrie
Samuel F. Smith·Modern
Verse 1
To-day the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
Verse 2
To-day the Saviour calls:
O listen now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.
Verse 3
To-day the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.
Verse 4
The Spirit calls to-day:
Yield to His power;
O grieve Him not away,
’Tis mercy’s hour.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 454 · 6.4.6.4. · (To-day)
Isaac Williams·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, in this Thy mercy’s day,
Ere it pass for aye away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Verse 2
Holy Jesus, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears
Ere that awful doom appears.
Verse 3
Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.
Verse 4
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
Verse 5
By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
Verse 6
’Neath Thy wings let us have place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
Ere we shall behold Thy face.
Isaac Williams, “Lord, in This Thy Mercy's Day”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 466 · 7.7.7. · St. Philip
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
Samuel F. Smith·Modern
Verse 1
To-day the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
Verse 2
To-day the Saviour calls:
O listen now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.
Verse 3
To-day the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.
Verse 4
The Spirit calls to-day:
Yield to His power;
O grieve Him not away,
’Tis mercy’s hour.
Samuel F. Smith, “To-Day the Saviour Calls”
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 630 · 6.4.6.4. · (To-day)
William H. Furness·Modern
Verse 1
In the morning I will raise
To my God the voice of praise;
With His kind protection blest,
Sweet and deep has been my rest.
Verse 2
In the morning I will pray
For His blessing on the day;
What this day shall be my lot,
Light or darkness, know I not.
Verse 3
Should it be with clouds o’ercast,
Clouds of sorrow gathering fast,
Thou, who givest light Divine,
Shine within me, Lord, O shine.
Verse 4
Show me, if I tempted be,
How to find all strength in Thee,
And a perfect triumph win
Over every bosom sin.
Verse 5
Keep my feet from secret snares,
Keep my eyes, O God, from tears,
Every step Thy grace attend,
And my soul from death defend.
Verse 6
Then when fall the shades of night,
All within shall still be light;
Thou wilt peace around diffuse,
Gently as the evening dews.
William H. Furness, “In the Morning I Will Raise”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 711 · 7.7.7.7. · Ferrier
Josiah Conder·Modern
Verse 1
Day by day the manna fell;
O to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
Verse 2
“Day by day” the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs;
Cast foreboding fears away,
Take the manna of to-day.
Verse 3
Lord, my times are in Thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.
Verse 4
Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to Thee I live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father’s will.
Josiah Conder, “Day by Day the Manna Fell”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 713 · 7.7.7.7. · (Woodward's Litany)
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
Another day begun!
Lord, grant us grace that we,
Before the setting of the sun,
Redeem the time for Thee.
Verse 2
Another day of toil!
To Thee we yield our powers;
Keep Thou our souls from guilty soil
Through all the passing hours.
Verse 3
Another day of fear!
For watchful is our foe,
And sin is strong, and death is near,
And short our time below.
Verse 4
Another day of hope!
For Thou art with us still,
And Thine almighty strength can cope
With all who seek our ill.
Verse 5
Another day of grace
To help us on our way!
One step towards the resting-place,
The eternal Sabbath-day.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 715 · S.M. · (Rhodes)