Beside the hearth my mother sits, her face so calm and fair.
Her hands the selfsame stockings knit as when I last was there.
The rockers of her old armchair are making music sweet.
The kitten with its glossy hair is nestling at her feet.
Whene'er these blessed visions rise, as o'er life's sea I roam,
Tears come unbidden to my eyes when dreaming of my home.

At the early dawn of day, with the birds in song so gay,
I have chased the dewdrop from the opening flow'r.
I have listened to the song of the brook that flowed along
Through the meadows all the golden summer hours.
And within my ears shall ring songs the zephers used to sing
As they played among the tow'ring branches high.
And the memories so dear bathe my eyes with many a tear,
And my heart is filled, I cannot help but sigh.
Fare thee well, bright scenes of childhood, scenes I shall no more behold,
How I prize thy recollection, none more tender, true and sweet were ever told.

As I gazed upon that picture, mem'ry with a blazing scroll,
'Rose with scenes so long forgotten, scenes to cheer my weary soul;
For it was my youthful fingers, drew that picture queer and old,
And my mother bending o'er me, did my youthful fingers hold.
Oh! what tender thoughts awaken, mem'ries' tears, how quick to start!
Pictures drawn by childish fingers leave their imprint on my heart.

From the cradle do we hasten to the deep and narrow home,
And the busy world cries "onward", onward then we ever roam.
Let us cherish then the moments. Let our ev'ry tear be dry,
For our life is like the roses, with the seasons going by,
For our life is like the roses, with the seasons going by.
With the seasons we are gliding, though we sorrow, though we sigh.
Life is with its joy abiding with the seasons going by.

Sometimes I'm standing on the mountain, then in the vale of tears,
Sometimes the brightest hopes are beaming, sometimes I'm full of fears.
But oh! the land is sure and steadfast, and brighter gleams the sky,
So I keep ever pressing onward, I'll reach it bye and bye.
Oh! the land beyond the cloudrift, where "ten thousand times ten thousand" throng,
There I hope at last to drop my anchor, in that happy land of song.

Amid the scenes of joy and sorrow, I still will sing this song,
For oh! my journey's end is nearer, it can't be very long.
Soon, robed in bright immortal beauty, I'll walk that golden shore,
And there with all the lov'd and lost ones, I'll dwell for evermore.
Oh! the land beyond the cloudrift, where "ten thousand times ten thousand" throng,
There I hope at last to drop my anchor, in that happy land of song.

Hark! the rustle of their pinions falls upon my list'ning ear,
Wafting o'er the mystic river thoughts of darling mother dear.
Mother to your little daughter send the angels down from thee.
I am lonely here without you, sighing with thee there to be.
Hark! I hear the angels singing, singing of my mother dear,
Sweetest notes from glory bringing down to earth my heart to cheer.

Covered over with glory they're sleeping, no more to wake at the bugle alarms;
No artillery booming disturbs them, no more for country and right bear they arms;
Over them shall the flag of their country wave, while they're sleeping, lowly sleeping,
'Twas for that glorious banner they tempted the grave, fought, bled and died their country to save.

Where will you drop your anchor, brother? Will it hold when the cables strain?
You cannot see the hidden dangers that lie in the treacherous main!
Without a Pilot's hand to guide you, you are drifting before the gale,
And when you reach the distant harbor, how can you with tides prevail?
Where will you anchor, brother? Where will you anchor? Where?

What a blessed rest He giveth! rest from care and fear and sin;
Trust in Him who "ever liveth," peace, a welcome guest within.
Letting Jesus bear our burdens, while His promise rings anew;
"In the house of many mansions I'll prepare a place for you."
I'll prepare a place for you, I'll prepare a place for you;
In the house of many mansions, I'll prepare a place for you.

Oft when we toil in sorrow or faint with burning heat,
Longing in heav'nly mansions to rest in Christ complete,
Afar those splendors cheer us, but only faith's clear eye
Can pierce the mystic shadows that round our pathway lie.
Beyond the purple shadows that round the sunset lie,
There shines a fairer glory whose radiance can not die.

Beyond death's silent river are pleasures evermore.
There rest in peace the loved ones who journeyed on before.
Our hearts reach out with longing to share their perfect day,
Beyond the drifting shadows that fill the twilight gray.
Beyond the purple shadows that round the sunset lie,
There shines a fairer glory whose radiance can not die.

There the mansions of my Father lift their glitt'ring tow'rs on high,
And I know my house is builded 'neath an ever cloudless sky.
When I cross the shining portals and my Lord and Master see,
Will you be among the ransomed waiting there to welcome me?
Come and make your title perfect, make your hope and trust secure.
In the harbor of salvation cast your anchor firm and sure.
Lo! the days are waning, waning, for the moments swiftly fly.
Oh! arise and go to meet Him, for the Bridegroom passeth by.

If one in ten thousand of all my life's sins were brought into judgment with me,
How should I confess all the vileness within to any, dear Savior, but Thee!
But since Thou art ready and waiting to hear, Thy mercy I freely embrace;
O speak the glad tidings and banish my fear, and make me a child of Thy grace.
I will leave the old ship that is stranded, and cling, blessed Life-boat, to Thee,
For 'tis wonderful love and compassion that saves a lost sinner like me.

"Let not your heart be troubled," though dark the way may be;
Cast all thy care upon Him, and He will care for thee.
His wisdom still will guide thee. His loving hand uphold;
His mercy keep thee ever, safe, safe within His fold.
Let not your heart be troubled, let not your heart be troubled,
As ye believe in the Father, believe in me.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
As ye believe in the Father, believe in me.

"Let not your heart be troubled," for to His glorious home,
The place He is preparing, His own at last shall come.
Oh, teach us, loving Savior, to walk the narrow way;
And all along the journey, still may we hear Thee say:
Let not your heart be troubled, let not your heart be troubled,
As ye believe in the Father, believe in me.
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
As ye believe in the Father, believe in me.

By Thy tenderness that wept o'er the grave where Laz'rus slept,
By the bitter tears that flow'd over Salem's lost abode,
Savior, look with pitying eye, Savior, help me, or I die.
By Thy triumph o'er the grave, by Thy pow'r the lost to save,
By Thy high majestic throne, by the empire all Thine own,
Savior, look with pitying eye, Savior, help me, or I die.

Swift on the wings of the roaring wind, steady, steady, steady.
Fly through the night and the daylight find, be ready, my brothers, be ready.
Daylight shall open her windows of gold, safety and Paradise we shall behold.
Shout ye for gladness, oh, hearts, true and bold, all glory to Jesus, our Savior.
Steady, steady, steady, fear ye not the billows rolling high.
Steady, steady, steady, there's a star illumes the darkest sky.
Storms will soon be past, the harbor gained at last.
All glory be to Jesus, our Savior.

Since He cleansed my heart, gave me sight for blindness, there is glory in my soul!
Since He touched and healed me in loving kindness, there is glory in my soul!
There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul!
Ev'ry day brighter grows, and I conquer all my foes;
There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul!

Since with God I've walked, having sweet communion, there is glory in my soul!
Brighter grows each day in this heav'nly union, there is glory in my soul!
There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul!
Ev'ry day brighter grows, and I conquer all my foes;
There is glory, glory, there is glory in my soul! There is glory in my soul!

The crown is a thing of the future, the glory will yet be revealed,
The royal gift has not gone by thee, nor Jesus His promise repealed.
Be faithful a little while longer. The night must give place to the day.
The King and the kingdom are coming, and for their arrival we pray.
The waiting time soon will be o'er, the light will soon break on that shore,
The King and the kingdom are coming, the waiting time soon will be o'er.

I am sinful, Thou art holy. I am blindness, Thou art sight.
I am weakness, Thou art power. I am darkness, Thou art light.
Blessed Jesus, tarry with me. All my wants Thou canst supply,
Light and strength and perfect cleansing, tarry with me till I die.
Tarry with us, blessed Jesus. Tell us of Thy love and grace.
Till our hearts shall burn within us, fill'd with love and joy and praise.

There's death on the mountain of sin tonight, thou surely must perish there;
Thou surely must sink, with no guiding light, in numbness and chill despair.
The lightnings of conscience but show Thy soul, 'tis lost in the wild where the storm-winds roll;
Then list to the voice! "Come, and follow me; God's mansions are open to thee."
God's mansions are open to thee tonight, God's mansions are open to thee;
There's death on the mountain of sin tonight, but God's mansions are open to thee.

He came from the brightest of glory; His blood as a ransom He gave,
To purchase eternal redemption; and, O He is mighty to save!
O wonderful, wonderful story, the dearest that ever was told;
I'll repeat it in glory, the wonderful story, where I shall His beauty behold.

I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine,
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine;
That He should extend His great love unto such as I,
Sufficient to own, to redeem and to justify.
Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me,
Enough to die for me! Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!

Behold, a light more fair than day shines brightly forth from Calvary;
The terrors of the grave are past, death could not hold the Savior fast!
He lives, the King of Death at last, and glorifies dark Calvary;
He lives, the King of Death at last, and glorifies dark Calvary.
Dark Calvary, dark Calvary, He glorifies dark Calvary!
He lives, the King of Death at last, and glorifies dark Calvary.

Weary is my heart with longing for the joys I may not share,
And my fettered soul is restless, 'neath its chains of grief and care,
But upon the breath of evening, soft are wafted though the gloom,
Low and sweet, like heav'nly echoes, tender songs of rest and home.
Songs of rest, songs of home, when in exile far we roam,
Songs of all that cheer and gladden, are the songs of rest and home, sweet home.

Then my fainting soul grows stronger, drooping hope revives again,
I can praise the loving Father, for the ministry of pain,
And I find my sad heart dreaming, of a brighter day to come,
As I listen in the twilight, to those songs of rest and home.
Songs of rest, songs of home, when in exile far we roam,
Songs of all that cheer and gladden, are the songs of rest and home, sweet home.

When life's sunset shadows lengthen slowly into silent night,
When from bonds of earth escaping, wings my soul its homeward flight,
When the last faint ray is fading, may I 'mid death's gath'ring gloom,
Hear the angel voices singing, welcome songs of rest and home.
Songs of rest, songs of home, when in exile far we roam,
Songs of all that cheer and gladden, are the songs of rest and home, sweet home.

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory for me, glory for me, glory for me;
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.

He stood at my heart's door 'mid sunshine and rain,
And patiently waited an entrance to gain;
What shame that so long He entreated in vain,
For He is so precious to me.
For He is so precious to me, for He is so precious to me;
'Tis heaven below My Redeemer to know, for He is so precious to me.

I stand on the mountain of blessing at last,
No cloud in the heavens a shadow to cast;
His smile is upon me, the valley is past,
For He is so precious to me.
For He is so precious to me, for He is so precious to me;
'Tis heaven below My Redeemer to know, for He is so precious to me.

If His love is in the soul, and we yield to His control,
Sweetest music will the lonely hours beguile;
We may drive the clouds away, cheer and bless the darkest day,
If we keep the heart singing all the while.
Keep the heart singing all the while;
Make the world brighter with a smile;
Keep the song ringing! lonely hours we may beguile,
If we keep the heart singing all the while.

You ask me when I gave my heart to Christ? Yes, I can tell!
The day, and just the hour, indeed, I now remember well.
It was when I was struggling all alone,
The light of His forgiving Spirit shone
Into my heart all clouded o'er with sin,
That I unlocked the door and let Him in.
O yes, I know! And I can tell you when;
I know, I know He is so dear since then.

For me it was in the garden He prayed: "Not My will, but Thine;"
He had no tears for His own griefs, but sweat-drops of blood for mine.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! how wonderful is my Savior's love for me!

In pity angels beheld Him, and came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! how wonderful is my Savior's love for me!

He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv'ry, and suffered, and died alone.
How marvelous! how wonderful! And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! how wonderful is my Savior's love for me!

What words of truth and grace He speaks, ne'er heard on earth before;
The burdened sinner hears that voice, and feels his sins no more.
He calls the dead to life again, bids winds and billows cease, —
None other man such works hath done, — What manner of man is this?
It is Jesus, it is Jesus, the Man of Galilee;
It is Jesus, blessed Jesus, Who died on Calvary.

They lead Him forth to Calvary, — O see Him bleed and die!
His parched lips are pleading now for those who crucify!
His head is bowed, the cup has passed, His Spirit finds release. —
He suffered thus for you and me, — What manner of man is this?
It is Jesus, it is Jesus, the Man of Galilee;
It is Jesus, blessed Jesus, Who died on Calvary.

I know He is ever beside me! Eternity only will prove
The height and the depth of His mercy, and the breadth of His infinite love.
Sweeter and sweeter to me, dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior, growing dearer each step of my way!

Wherever He leads I will follow, through sorrow, or shadow, or sun;
And though I be tried in the furnace, I can say, "Lord, Thy will be it done."
Sweeter and sweeter to me, dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior, growing dearer each step of my way!

He makes the rose an object of his care,
He guides the eagle through the pathless air,
And surely He remembers me,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.
I trust in God, I know he cares for me,
On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea;
Though billows roll, He keeps my soul,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.

I trust in God, for, in the lion's den,
On battlefield, or in the prison pen,
Through praise or blame, through flood or flame,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.
I trust in God, I know he cares for me,
On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea;
Though billows roll, He keeps my soul,
My heav'nly Father watches over me.

Just above are clouded skies that you may help to clear,
Let not narrow self your way debar,
Though into one heart alone may fall your song of cheer,
Brighten the corner where you are.
Brighten the corner where you are!
Brighten the corner where you are!
Someone far from harbor you may guide across the bar,
Brighten the corner where you are.

I have ceased from my wand'ring and going astray, since Jesus came into my heart;
And my sins which were many are all washed away, since Jesus came into my heart.
Since Jesus came into my heart, since Jesus came into my heart;
Floods of joy o'er my soul like the sea billows roll, since Jesus came into my heart.

I'm possessed of a hope that is steadfast and sure, since Jesus came into my heart;
And no dark clouds of doubt now my pathway obscure, since Jesus came into my heart.
Since Jesus came into my heart, since Jesus came into my heart;
Floods of joy o'er my soul like the sea billows roll, since Jesus came into my heart.

There's a light in the valley of death now for me, since Jesus came into my heart;
And the gates of the City beyond I can see, since Jesus came into my heart.
Since Jesus came into my heart, since Jesus came into my heart;
Floods of joy o'er my soul like the sea billows roll, since Jesus came into my heart.

His love is lifting nations and tribes over all the earth,
And all the world should now be extolling His boundless worth;
Our King is He, the Ruler who came from His throne above
And bled and died to show to the sinner His wondrous love.
Praise Him, ye servants of His, anthems outpour in His praise;
Gathered today in His glorious Presence hosannas gladly raise;
Honor His wonderful name, sing of His love o'er and o'er;
With the glad angels of heaven extol Him forever and ever more.

If you seek pleasure no trouble can mar, make somebody happy today.
You'll find it waiting you, right where you are. Make somebody happy today.
Is your life darkened by hopes that were vain? Go help another his goal to attain!
What you have lost, by your help he may gain. Make somebody happy today.
Make somebody happy today. O sing a glad song on your way.
The good that you do brings blessing to you. Make somebody happy today.

Art far from shore, and weary-worn, the sky o'ercast, thy canvas torn?
Hark ye! a voice to thee is borne: "Sail on! sail on! sail on!"
Sail on! sail on! the storms will soon be past,
The darkness will not always last:
Sail on! sail on! God lives and He commands: "Sail on! sail on!"

Do comrades tremble and refuse to further dare the taunting hues?
No other course is thine to choose, sail on! sail on! sail on!
Sail on! sail on! the storms will soon be past,
The darkness will not always last:
Sail on! sail on! God lives and He commands: "Sail on! sail on!"

Like a beacon in Bethlehem's midnight sky
Gleamed a Star, while a wonderful chorus rang.
Though the angels could see cruel Calvary,
Yet how glad and sweet was the song they sang!
And so God's whisper comes soft and low:
"Ah, child, dear child, I know, I know!
"Your very best for the world you've done:
"I, also, gave my beloved Son, I, also, gave my beloved Son."

Just a few more years with their toil and tears, and the journey will be ended;
Then I'll be with Him, where the tide of time with eternity is blended.
I'll exchange my cross for a starry crown, where the gates swing outward never;
At His feet I'll lay ev'ry burden down, and with Jesus reign forever.

Tho' the hills be steep and the vallies deep, with no flow'rs my way adorning;
Tho' the night be lone and my rest a stone, joy awaits me in the morning.
I'll exchange my cross for a starry crown, where the gates swing outward never;
At His feet I'll lay ev'ry burden down, and with Jesus reign forever.

Jesus, Rose of Sharon, sweeter far to me
Than the fairest flow'rs of earth could ever be,
Fill my life completely, adding more each day
Of Thy grace divine and purity, I pray.
Jesus, (Blessed Jesus), Rose of Sharon, (Rose of Sharon),
Bloom in radiance and in love within my heart.

Jesus, Rose of Sharon, balm for ev'ry ill,
May Thy tender mercy's healing pow'r distill
For aflicted souls of weary, burdened men,
Giving needy mortals health and hope again.
Jesus, (Blessed Jesus), Rose of Sharon, (Rose of Sharon),
Bloom in radiance and in love within my heart.