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Little Things

Author: A. T. G. Hymnal: UV1901 #93 (1901) First Line: Our lives are not full of mighty deeds Refrain First Line: Some little act, or some little word Lyrics: 1 Our lives are not full of mighty deeds, As His disciples of old, Nor must we do some wondrous work His gospel to uphold. Refrain: Some little act, or some little word, Some little deed of love; Filling each moment of our days, Will make earth like heav’n above. 2 Each day that we live, we’re sowing words, Words we can never recall, Words that are stored in someone’s heart; Love should run through them all. [Refrain] 3 We must us the look of sympathy, Reach out a hand to cheer, A cup of water in His name, And lo, the Master’s near. [Refrain] 4 Lose then more and more, all thought of self, Striving for Christ to win, That by each deed and word and thought, Some may be saved from sin. [Refrain] Tune Title: [Our lives are not full of mighty deeds]

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: UV1901 #94 (1901) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into, into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover, cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of Life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou, spring Thou up within my heart; Rise to all eternity. Tune Title: [Jesus, lover of my soul]

Old Hundred

Hymnal: UV1901 #95 (1901) First Line: Praise God from Whom all blessings flow Lyrics: Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Tune Title: [Praise God from Whome all Blessings Flow]

Don’t You Think We’ll Be Happy?

Author: Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr. Hymnal: UV1901 #96 (1901) First Line: When we all reach our home in that beautiful land Refrain First Line: Don't you think we'll be happy up there Lyrics: 1 When we all reach our home in that beautiful land Which our Saviour has gone to prepare, When again with our loved ones of earth we shall stand Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there? Refrain: Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there when we stand With our friends that we love at our Saviour’s right hand, When at last we shall meet in that beautiful land Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there? 2 What though over the pathway our tired feet have pressed Are deep footprints of sorrow and care; When we enter those Portals forever to rest Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there? [Refrain] 3 Neither darkness, nor dying, nor sorrow nor sighs Will again fill our hearts with despair; But where God will in love wipe all tears from our eyes Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there? [Refrain] 4 Soon the Saviour will send for His children to come And reside in that City so fair; Then when we shall all meet in that beautiful home Don’t you think we’ll be happy up there? [Refrain] Tune Title: [When we all reach our home in that beautiful land]

Make Me, Lord, a Fount of Love

Author: Rev. W. B. Williams Hymnal: UV1901 #97 (1901) First Line: O make me, Lord, a fount of love Refrain First Line: A fount of love Lyrics: 1 O make me, Lord, a fount of love, A constant flow of loving deeds; A friend to all my neighbors prove, A helper to each one that needs. A found of love, a fount of love, O make me, Lord, a fount of love; A found of love, a fount of love, O make me, Lord, a fount of love. 2 O make me, Lord, a fount of good, Dispensing blessings all around; Be helpful to the weak I would, And to the blind a guide be found. A found of good, a fount of good, O make me, Lord, a fount of good; A found of good, a fount of good, O make me, Lord, a fount of good. 3 O make me, Lord, a fount of joy, A running stream of happiness; My pow’rs to cheer I would employ By helping those in deep distress. A found of joy, a fount of joy, O make me, Lord, a fount of joy; A found of joy, a fount of joy, O make me, Lord, a fount of joy. Tune Title: [O make me, Lord, a fount of love]

On Thee My Soul Is Stayed

Author: P. H. Hymnal: UV1901 #98 (1901) First Line: On Thee, my Lord, my soul is stayed Refrain First Line: Let tempests rage Lyrics: 1 On Thee, my Lord, my soul is stayed With Thee my heart is undismayed; Thy presence makes my pathway bright, Thy smile illumes the darkest night. Refrain: Let tempests rage, Let ills befall, Let hell engage, Let death appall, On Thee my Lord, My soul is stayed, On Thee my soul is stayed. 2 His gracious hand my need supplies, His cheering voice makes joys to rise, And all the way I’ll trust in Him, Though strength should fail and sight grow dim. [Refrain] Tune Title: [On Thee, my Lord, my soul is stayed]

O Wonderful Tidings

Author: Minnie A. Greiner-Edington Hymnal: UV1901 #99 (1901) First Line: O wonderful, wonderful tidings Refrain First Line: O wonderful, wonderful story Lyrics: 1 O wonderful, wonderful tidings Christ Jesus has brought unto me; That He from the throne of His glory Has come my Redeemer to be. Refrain: O wonderful, wonderful story, No tongue can its beauties unfold, O wonderful grace of the Saviour, Its riches can never be told. 2 O wonderful, wonderful blessing, My Saviour has purchased for me; The wonderful gift of redemption. Salvation so full and so free. [Refrain] 3 O wonderful, wonderful power My Saviour has given to me, In time, and through all ages eternal, A child of the kingdom to be. [Refrain] Tune Title: [O wonderful, wonderful tidings]

The World’s Creator

Author: Alice Jean Cleator Hymnal: UV1901 #100 (1901) First Line: The praises of the heav'nly King Lyrics: 1 The praises of the heav’nly King, No tongue can ever fully sing; By His commands the world was made, The caverns of the deep were laid. He formed the sky, He holds the world within His hands. He made the gleaming worlds on high, That light the pathways of the sky; His glance can sweep the ocean’s space, Or search the farthest place, And unto man by Him was giv’n The likeness of the King of heav’n. The praises of the heav’nly King, No tongue can ever fully sing; By His commands the world was made, The caverns of the deep were laid. He formed the sky, He holds the world within His hands. 2 So great is God, so good and wise, His glory fills the earth and skies; Beneath the strength of His control, The seasons o’er us swiftly roll. Though years may pass, To Him they are as but a day. He made the gleaming worlds on high, That light the pathways of the sky; His glance can sweep the ocean’s space, Or search the farthest place, And unto man by Him was giv’n The likeness of the King of heav’n. So great is God, so good and wise, His glory fills the earth and skies; Beneath the strength of His control, The seasons o’er us swiftly roll. Though years may pass, To Him they are as but a day. Tune Title: [The praises of the heav'nly King]

Tarry with Me, O, My Saviour

Hymnal: UV1901 #101 (1901) First Line: Tarry with me, O, my Saviour! Lyrics: 1 Tarry with me, O, my Savior! For the day is passing by; See! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west, Swift the night of death advances; Shall it be the night of rest? 3 Lonely seems the vale of shadow; Sinks my heart with troubled fear; Give me faith for clearer vision, Speak Thou, Lord! in words of cheer. 4 Tarry with me, O, my Savior, Lay my head upon Thy breast Till the morning; then awake me — Morning of eternal rest. Tune Title: ST. SYLVESTER

Above the Shadows

Author: Kate Ulmer Hymnal: UV1901 #102 (1901) First Line: Linger never in the valley Lyrics: 1 Linger never in the valley, Grasp the Saviour’s mighty hand; In His strength rise ever upward, Till upon the heights you stand. In the valley there is danger, Shades of darkness oft-times fall; Doubts and fears like mountains rising, E’en the strongest hearts appall, E’en the strongest hearts appall. 2 Strive to help the fainting onward, As the sunny heights you scale; For without your aid some brother, In the heav’n-ward path may fail. As you aim to gain the summit, Let the Master be your guide; Then the grace to succor others, You will freely find supplied, You will freely find supplied. Tune Title: [Linger never in the valley]