How Beautiful Heaven Must Be

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Words: Mrs. A.S. Bridgewater

Music: Andy P. Bland

Copyright: Public Domain

Main Subject: Heaven

Scripture: Revelation 21:2

1. We read of a place that’s called heaven,
   It’s made for the pure and the free;
   These truths in God’s Word He hath given,
   How beautiful heaven must be.
   • Refrain:
     How beautiful heaven must be,
     Sweet home of the happy and free;
     Fair haven of rest for the weary,
     How beautiful heaven must be.
2. In heaven no drooping nor pining,
   No wishing for elsewhere to be;
   God’s light is forever there shining,
   How beautiful heaven must be.
3. Pure waters of life there are flowing,
   And all who will drink may be free;
   Rare jewels of splendor are glowing,
   How beautiful heaven must be.
4. The angels so sweetly are singing,
   Up there by the beautiful sea;
   Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,
   How beautiful heaven must be.

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

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Words: George Matheson

Music: Albert L. Peace

Copyright: Public Domain

Main Subject: God's Love

Scripture: Romans 5:8








O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.


O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.


O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.


O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Nearer, My God to Thee

Dream of Jacob

Words: Sarah Flower Adams

Music: Lowell Mason

Tune: Bethany

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: God's Comfort
Scripture: Gen. 28:11-19

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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven; 

All that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee;
Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

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, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Be Thou My Vision

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Words: Dallan Forgaill, translated from Irish by Mary E. Byrne

Music: Slane, of Irish folk origin

Copyright: Public Domain

Main Subject: God our Father
Scripture: Psalm 2:7

Be Thou my Vision,
O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me,
save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought,
by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, 
Thy presence my light.


Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.


Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.


Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.


High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

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Words: Charles Wesley

Music: Felix Mendelssohn

Arranged by: William H. Cummings

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: Christmas
Scripture: Luke 2:13:14

Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"


Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"


Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

For the Beauty of the Earth

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Words: Folliot S. Pierpoint

Music: Conrad Kocher

Arranged by: W.H. Monk

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: God's Work, Creation, Gratitude
Scripture: Psalm 103:2

For the beauty of the earth,

1. 1. 1. 1. For the glory of the skies,
            For the love which from our birth
            Over and around us lies;
            Lord of all, to Thee we raise
            This our hymn of grateful praise.
            
            For the wonder of each hour
            Of the day and of the night,
            Hill and vale and tree and flower,
            Sun and moon, and stars of light;
            Lord of all, to Thee we raise
            This our hymn of grateful praise.
            
            For the joy of human love,
            Brother, sister, parent, child;
            Friends on earth and friends above;
            For all gentle thoughts and mild;
            Lord of all, to Thee we raise
            This our hymn of grateful praise.
            
            For Thy Church that evermore
            Lifteth holy hands above,
            Offering up on every shore
            Her pure sacrifice of love;
            Lord of all, to Thee we raise
            This our hymn of grateful praise.
            
            For Thyself, best gift divine,
            To our race so freely given,
            For that great, great love of Thine,
            Peace on earth, and joy in heaven:
            Lord of all, to Thee we raise
            This our hymn of grateful praise.

My Jesus, I Love Thee

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Words: William R. Featherstone

Music: Adoniram J. Gordon

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: Love
Scripture: 1 John 4:9

   

1. 1. 1. 1. My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
            For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
            My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
            If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
         2. I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
            And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
            I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
            If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
         3. I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
            And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
            And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
            If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
         4. In mansions of glory and endless delight,
            I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
            I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
            If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.