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Be of Good Cheer

Author: Charlotte Abbey Hymnal: CYBER #473 Person Name: Charlotte Abbey First Line: Be of good cheer, saith the Savior Refrain First Line: It is I, it is I Lyrics: 1. Be of good cheer, saith the Savior, Tho’ all thy brightest hopes fade; I will be near to sustain thee; It is I, O be not afraid. Refrain It is I, it is I, It is I, O be not afraid! Be of good cheer, saith the Savior; It is I, O be not afraid! 2. Be of good cheer, tho’ the tempter And world are ’gainst thee arrayed; I will give grace that will conquer; It is I, O be not afraid. [Refrain] 3. Be of good cheer thro’ thy trials; On Me let burdens be laid; Tho’ they be heavy, I’ll bear them; It is I, O be not afraid. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Be of good cheer, saith the Savior]
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Nearer The Cross

Author: Charlotte Abbey Hymnal: CYBER #117723 Person Name: Charlotte Abbey First Line: Nearer the cross of Jesus Lyrics: 1 Nearer the cross of Jesus Ever let me be; Nearer the flowing fountain, That cleanseth me. Refrain: Nearer the cross, nearer the cross, Nearer the cross of Jesus, Nearer the flowing fountain, That cleanseth me. 2 Nearer the cross of Jesus, There I would abide; There let me rest forever, Near Jesus’ side. [Refrain] 3 Nearer the cross of Jesus, Let me live and die; There I will find sweet refuge, And safety nigh. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Nearer the cross of Jesus]
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The Harvest Is White

Author: Horatio Gates Abbey Hymnal: CYBER #7900 Person Name: Horatio Gates Abbey First Line: The harvest is white! The laborers few Lyrics: 1 The harvest is white! The laborers are few, And work is abundant for Christians to do. The poor and the famished are crying for bread, The sick must be cared for, the hungry be fed. Go forth to the harvest, go work for the Lord, The least act of kindness shall have its reward. Go forth to the harvest, go work for the Lord, The least act of kindness shall have its reward. 2 The harvest is white! From far distant lands, The heathen are crying with uplifted hands. While rings loud and clear the command of the Lord, Go ye to all nations, and publish My Word. Go forth to the harvest, go, labor with might, The day is fast passing, soon cometh the night. Go forth to the harvest, go, labor with might, The day is fast passing, soon cometh the night. 3 The harvest is white! On all sides around, The woe stricken followers of Satan abound; Degraded, debased and corrupted with sin, From street and from alley, go gather them in. Go forth to the harvest, there’s no time to lose, The Savior commands it! Let no one refuse. Go forth to the harvest, there’s no time to lose, The Savior commands it! Let no one refuse. 4 The harvest is white! Go forth to the field, If young or too feeble the sickle to wield, The sheaves must be gathered, and some one must wait, While others are toiling, to watch at the gate. Go forth to the harvest, the great and the small, Go work with a will, for there’s work for us all. Go forth to the harvest, the great and the small, Go work with a will, for there’s work for us all. Languages: English Tune Title: [The harvest is white! The laborers few]
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Jesus Died For Me

Author: Elva I. Abbott Hymnal: CYBER #11555 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Person Name: Elva I. Abbott First Line: Methinks, when in the judgment Lyrics: 1 Methinks, when in the judgment, I stand at God’s white throne, My sins will rise before me, Their awful guilt I’ll own; Then in that awful moment I’ll reach the Savior’s side, And touch His flowing garments, For ’twas for me He died. 2 He has from sin redeemed me, I know I am His child; But when I stand in Heaven, Before Heav’n’s undefiled, Past memories may come o’er me, My sin remembered be, But oh! I shall remember, That Jesus died for me. 3 Oh, I would not forget them, Lest I’d forget ’tis meet, To kneel before my Savior, Low at His piercèd feet; When crowned with Him in glory, I’d in His wounds abide, Confess thro’ endless ages, That for my sins He died. Languages: English Tune Title: WILLIBRORD
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O, Fear Not The Future!

Author: A. E. Abel Hymnal: CYBER #8540 Person Name: A. E. Abel First Line: O, fear not the future! ’Tis hidden in love Refrain First Line: O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there! Lyrics: 1 O, fear not the future! ’Tis hidden in love, But known to Thy Savior who reigneth above; The path for thy steps He Himself doth prepare, And the light of His presence shall go with thee there. Refrain: O, fear not the future! Thy crown waiteth there! The glories before thee no tongue can declare; Go forward with Jesus; He knoweth the way To mansions prepared for the children of day. 2 O, fear not the future! Thou art not alone; He who died for His sheep ne’er forsaketh His own; E’en thro’ the dark valley no ill can betide, For Jehovah will be thy companion and guide. [Refrain] 3 O, fear not the future! What hast thou to fear? Thy foes are all vanquished, thy captain is near; His grace is sufficient; His promises sure; And the arms underneath thee for aye shall endure. [Refrain] 4 O, fear not the future! The trials that come Are sent to prepare thee for service and home; Rich gains are thy losses, swift wings are thy sighs, And thy tears shall bring visions of joy to thine eyes. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [O, fear not the future! ’Tis hidden in love]
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I Love The Holy Son Of God

Author: Asa Abel Hymnal: CYBER #10565 Meter: 8.8.8.7 Person Name: Asa Abel Lyrics: 1 I love the holy Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrow trod, Who bore my sins, a dreadful load, Up Calvary’s gloomy mountain. 2 There on the cross the Savior hung, The sport of many an impious tongue, While pain extreme His nature wrung, And flowed life’s crimson fountain. 3 The sun would not behold the scene, But round Him threw night’s sable screen; Nature was robed in mourning mien, And sighed when Jesus suffered. 4 But ah! His persecutors stood, Reviling Christ, the Son of God, Unmoved to see His gushing blood, And shocking insults offered. 5 O! why did not His fury burn, And floods of vengeance on them turn? Amazing! See, His bowels yearn In soft compassion on them. 6 No fury kindles in His eyes, They beam with love—and when He dies, "Father, forgive," the sufferer cries, "They know not!"—O forgive them. 7 How ardent ought my love to be To Him who’s done so much for me; My constant service, faithful, free— And all my powers employing. 8 I should my cross with pleasure bear, And place my all of glorying there, In His reproach most gladly share, In tribulation joying. 9 And never shall it be concealed, He hath to me His love revealed, Of all my sins a pardon sealed— I feel His blessèd favor. 10 In Him I do and will rejoice; I’ll praise Him with a cheerful voice, Until the theme my tongue employs In Heaven above, forever. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENWELL
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O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be

Author: Pierre Abélard; John M. Neale Hymnal: CYBER #5524 Meter: 10.10.10.10 Person Name: Pierre Abélard Lyrics: 1. O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. 2. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! 3. Truly, "Jerusalem" name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. 4. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessèd people eternally raise. 5. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o’er, Those Sabbath keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. 6. Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon’s strand. 7. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all; Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son, Through whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One. Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA
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My Surrender

Author: J. S. Aben Hymnal: CYBER #14862 Person Name: J. S. Aben First Line: I give myself to Thee, dear Master Refrain First Line: I give myself to Thee, dear Master Lyrics: 1 I give myself to Thee, dear Master, I give myself to Thee; For Thou didst leave Thy heav’nly home, A sacrifice for me. On Calv’ry’s brow they stripped Thee And nailed Thee to the cross; There Thou didst hang in agony, A ransom for the lost. Refrain: I give myself to Thee, dear Master, I give myself to Thee: I now surrender all, dear Jesus, And give myself to Thee 2 Heed now His tender voice, O sinner, And hear His loving call; For Christ is willing to forgive If you surrender all. His precious blood will cleanse you And make you white as snow; Will give you peace and satisfy Your heart forevermore. [Refrain] 3 O harden not your heart, dear lost one, But open wide the door; The Spirit then will enter and Will dwell forevermore. He then will guide and keep you, Give pow’r to conquer sin; O sinner, open wide your heart And let this Savior in. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [I give myself to Thee, dear Master]
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Peace I Leave With You

Author: Frances Abernathy Hymnal: CYBER #10314 Person Name: Frances Abernathy First Line: He was despised, was poor, and an outcast Refrain First Line: Peace I give unto thee, My peace I leave with thee Lyrics: 1 He was despisèd, was poor, and an outcast; He had no riches to leave to His own; And yet He bequeathed us a priceless possession, Gift that all mortals are yearning to own. Refrain: Peace I give unto thee, My peace I leave with thee; Not as the world, give I unto thee; O priceless legacy! That there should be for thee Peace overflowing thy soul. 2 Is your back bending ’neath poverty’s burden? Christ’s precious gift means so much more than wealth; If you are afflicted with sickness and suffering, List to His promise—it giveth you health. [Refrain] 3 Freely to all is this legacy given, All may find peace, tho’ the care-billows roll; How freely it’s offered! The only condition, God must be given His way with your soul. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [He was despised, was poor, and an outcast]
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Now Bless The God Of All

Author: Israel Abrahams Hymnal: CYBER #11792 Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6 Person Name: Israel Abrahams Lyrics: Now bless the God of all Who peace to us has given, Whose light upon us shines, And grace from highest Heaven. The God of Israel He, Upon all men bestows, The wonders of that hand, From which all blessing flows. Languages: English Tune Title: NUN DANKET

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