LORD HER WATCH THE CHURCH IS KEEPING 

1.

 Lord, her watch Thy Church is keeping:
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
Waiting still the laborers' toil;
Was it vain, Thy Son's deep anguish?
Shall the Strong retain the spoil?

2.

Tidings, sent to every creature,
Millions yet have never heard:
Can they hear without a preacher?
Lord almighty, give the word!
Give the word! in every nation
Let the gospel trumpet sound,
Witnessing a world's salvation,
To the earth's remotest bound.

3.

Then the end! Thy Church completed,
All Thy chosen gathered in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banished sin;
Gone for ever parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain;
Lo! her watch Thy Church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus, come to reign!

IT IS A THING MOST WONDERFUL 

1.

 It is a thing most wonderful,
almost too wonderful to be,
that God's own Son should come from heav'n,
and die to save a child like me.

2.

 And yet I know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
and wept and toiled and mourned and died
for love of those who loved Him not.

3.

 I cannot tell how He could love
a child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be most wonderful
if He could die my love to win.

4.

 I sometimes think about the cross,
and shut my eyes, and try to see
the cruel nails and crown of thorns,
and Jesus crucified for me.

5.

 But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little part
of that great love which, like a fire,
is always burning in His heart.

6.

 It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure;
but 'tis more wonderful to see
my love for Him so faint and poor.

7 And yet I want to love Thee, Lord;
O light the flame within my heart,
and I will love Thee more and more,
until I see Thee as Thou art.

THE RESURRECTION  MORN

1.
The resurrection morn,
Away with care and sorrow!
My love, the Crucified,
Hath sprung to life that morning.
Refrain:
Had Christ, that once was slain,
Ne’er burst His three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain;
But now hath Chrisy arisen,
Arisen, arisen, arisen !

2.
My flesh in hope shall rest,
And for a season slumber;
Till trump from east to west,
Shall wake the dead in number.

Refrain:
Had Christ, that once was slain,
Ne’er burst His three day prison,
Our faith had been in vain;
But now hath Chrisy arisen,
Arisen, arisen, arisen

Death’s flood hath lost his chill,
Since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
My passing soul deliver.