Selected Songs by Charles H. Gabriel (American 1856-1932)
music by Charles H. Gabriel, lyrics by various authors, MIDI sequences by John McDonnell
from Wonderful Jesus and Other Songs,
compiled by Gipsy Smith, 1927
(1894) There Is Glory in My Soul [gs185.mid]
(1897) The Wonderful Story [gs037.mid]
(1898) Oh, It Is Wonderful [gs145.mid]
(1900) O That Will Be Glory [gs072.mid]
(1902) He Is So Precious To Me [gs089.mid]
(1902) Keep the Heart Singing [gs050.mid]
(1903) I Know [gs146.mid]
(1905) My Savior's Love [gs080.mid]
(1905) His Eye Is On the Sparrow [gs108.mid]
(1905) Awakening Chorus [gs155.mid]
(1906) It Is Jesus [gs140.mid]
(1907) Growing Dearer Each Day [gs085.mid]
(1914) Since Jesus Came Into My Heart [gs097.mid]
(1918 edition) Sail On! [gs017.mid]
from New Songs for Service,
compiled by Homer Rodeheaver, 1929
(1913) Brighten the Corner Where You Are [hr128.mid]
(1915) Make Somebody Happy Today [hr064.mid]
(1917) Thou Mighty To Save [hr267.mid]
(1920) Where the Gates Swing Outward Never [hr018.mid]
(1922) Jesus, Rose of Sharon [hr080.mid]
from The Gospel Choir,
compiled by Homer Rodeheaver, 1939
(1914) Extol Him! [gc110.mid]
(1919) Almighty King [gc150.mid]
from other sources
(1879) Dreaming of My Childhood's Home [os005.mid]
(1879) Scenes of Childhood [os009.mid]
(1880) Pictures Drawn By Childish Fingers [os004.mid]
(1880) With the Seasons Going By [os003.mid]
(1881) Meet Me Tonight [os008.mid]
(1885) Fading [os007.mid]
(1890) Hark, I Hear the Angels Singing [os006.mid]
(1910) My Father Watches Over Me [os001.mid]
(1918) Should the Stars In Your Service Flag Turn To Gold [os002.mid] |
Gipsy Smith (1860-1947)
Homer Rodeheaver (1880-1955)
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Dreaming of My Childhood's Home (1879) os005.mid
Mrs. Mary E. Kail
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I am dreaming of my childhood's home,
My home so far away.
And pleasant scenes that long have flown
Come back to me today.
I see the maples by the mill,
The orchard and the lane.
The cherry trees upon the hill
Seem just to be the same.
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.
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.
And yet I know that many years
Have with their blessings fled.
And on a marble stone appears
The name of mother dead!
Ah! yes, she sleeps, no throb of pain
Her loving breast can stir.
Our loss is her eternal gain.
We need not weep for her.
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.
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Scenes of Childhood (1879) os009.mid
Chas. H. Gabriel
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Visions bright may come and go,
Pain and pleasure round me flow,
And the shining love of coming joys allure.
Yet my heart will ever yearn
For the happy days' return,
When my heart was bounding innocent and pure.
In my home beside the sea,
Happy, light of heart and free,
In the years of childhood never more to come,
I have roamed the wood and plain
That I ne'er shall tread again,
For I'm drawing near to my eternal home.
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.
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.
Now I'm growing old and gray,
Soon I shall have passed away,
Soon I'll be asleep within my narrow tomb.
Yet till death shall set me free,
Dearest home, I'll think of thee,
Yes, for thee within my heart there'll still be room.
Though the stranger's foot may tread
O'er thy ground when I am dead,
Or the ivy vine may claim thee as its own,
Fare thee well, I can but say,
Nature's call I must obey,
For the years of joy and peace in thee have flown.
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.
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Pictures Drawn By Childish Fingers (1880) os004.mid
Chas. H. Gabriel
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In an album, old and faded,
Yellow with the many years,
That have o'er its pages wander'd,
With their changes, smiles and tears;
I today, in idle searching,
Found a picture quaint and sweet,
Drawn by little childish fingers,
Though imperfect, incomplete.
Oh! what tender thoughts awaken,
Mem'ries' tears, how quick to start!
Pictures drawn by childish fingers
Leave their imprint on my heart.
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.
When in childhood, tired of playing,
With this album on my knee,
I would trace my childish fancies,
With my mother helping me;
Now she sleeps forever sweetly,
Far from earthly cares away,
Yet this album and its pictures
Brings her back to me today.
Oh! what tender thoughts awaken,
Mem'ries' tears, how quick to start!
Pictures drawn by childish fingers
Leave their imprint on my heart.
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With the Seasons Going By (1880) os003.mid
Chas. H. Gabriel
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On life's swiftly flowing river
We are gliding like a dream,
And our many cares and sorrows
Are like ripples on the stream.
Let us sing away the moments,
Let us neither weep nor sigh.
Life is with its countless changes
With the seasons going by,
Life is with its countless changes
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.
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.
Transient is all earthly beauty,
Only for a moment seen,
Then the curtain of the future
Will between us intervene.
Cheer them, many heavy ladened,
Nor the tread of time defy,
For our life is surely, swiftly,
With the seasons going by,
For our life is surely, swiftly,
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.
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Meet Me Tonight (1881) os008.mid
Chas. H. Gabriel
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The shadows are falling, my darling,
The night bird now sings to his mate.
All nature in sleep is reposing,
While for thee with patience I wait.
Haste, darling, to meet me, the whippoorwill sings,
The echoing woods with his melody rings.
For you, love, tonight his best theme does he bring,
Then meet me, my darling, tonight.
Then meet me, oh, meet me, my darling,
Thy coming I wait in the dell.
Then tarry no longer, my darling,
And my story of love I will tell.
The lullaby zephyrs are singing,
Come pillow your head on my breast.
And while they are whisp'ring around us,
I'll tell thee, my darling, the rest.
The stars shine so brightly in heaven above,
Come list while I whisper sweet words of true love.
Oh, tarry no longer, my fairy-like dove,
But come to me, darling, tonight.
Then meet me, oh, meet me, my darling,
Thy coming I wait in the dell.
Then tarry no longer, my darling,
And my story of love I will tell.
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Chas. H. Gabriel
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The years are creeping by, my darling,
Summers come and go.
Our feet are growing feeble,
And our locks grow white as snow.
Our children all have left us,
And we are now alone
To tread the weary path of life
Whose beauties all have flown.
O swiftly now the years are gliding
To eternity, eternity away,
Yet we, in faith and hope abiding,
Will welcome in the golden day.
These many years we've trod life's pathway
In both joy and pain.
But now the dawn is breaking
To our everlasting gain.
And when our life is ended,
We'll lay these bodies down
Beside the lov'd ones gone before,
Who wear the golden crown.
O swiftly now the years are gliding
To eternity, eternity away,
Yet we in faith and hope abiding,
Will welcome in the golden day.
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Hark, I Hear the Angels Singing (1890) os006.mid
Chas. H. Gabriel
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Hark! I hear the angels singing
As on wings they hover near,
Notes of glory sweetly bringing
Down to earth my heart to cheer.
O'er me do they fondly hover
From their native golden strand,
Singing of my sainted mother
Gone before to glory land.
Hark! I hear the angels singing,
Singing of my mother dear,
Sweetest notes from glory bringing
Down to earth my heart to cheer.
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.
Hark! I hear the angels singing,
And just yonder lies the shore
Where my mother's gone before me
To allure my spirit o'er.
Oh, ye happy shining angels,
Soon I'll join your happy band.
There with mother dear forever
I shall shine in glory land.
Hark! I hear the angels singing,
Singing of my mother dear,
Sweetest notes from glory bringing
Down to earth my heart to cheer.
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There Is Glory In My Soul (1894) gs185.mid
Grace Welser Davis
Since I lost my sins and I found my Savior,
There is glory in my soul!
Since by faith I sought and obtained God's favor,
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 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!
Since I entered Canaan on my way to heaven,
There is glory in my soul!
Since the day my life to the Lord was given,
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!
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The Wonderful Story (1897) gs037.mid
C. H. G.
O sweet is the story of Jesus,
The wonderful Savior of men,
Who suffered and died for the sinner,—
I'll tell it again and again!
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.
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.
His mercy flows like a river;
His love is unmeasured and free;
His grace is forever sufficient,
It reaches and purifies me.
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.
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Oh, It Is Wonderful (1898) gs145.mid
C. H. G.
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me,
Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me;
I tremble to know that for me He was crucified,
That for me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled and died.
Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me,
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!
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!
I think of His hands, peirced and bleeding, to pay the debt!
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy-seat,
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at His feet.
Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me,
Enough to die for me!
Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!
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O That Will Be Glory (1900) gs072.mid
C. H. G.
When all my labors and trials are o'er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
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.
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.
Friends will be there I have lost long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet, just a smile from my Savior, I know,
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.
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He Is So Precious To Me (1902) gs089.mid
C. H. G.
So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my King,
His praise all the day long with rapture I sing;
To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling,
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.
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.
I praise Him because He appointed a place
Where, some day, through faith in His wonderful grace,
I know I shall see Him — shall look on His face,
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.
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Keep the Heart Singing (1902) gs050.mid
C. H. G.
We may lighten toil and care,
Or a heavy burden share,
With a word, a kindly word, or sunny smile;
We may girdle day and night
With a halo of delight,
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.
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.
How a word of love will cheer,
Kindle hope, and banish fear,
Soothe a pain, or take away the sting of guile;
Oh, how much we all may do,
In the world we travel through,
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.
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W. H. O. and C. H. G.
You ask me how I gave my heart to Christ? O yes, I know!
There came a yearning in my soul for Him, so long ago.
I found earth's fairest flow'rs would fade and die;
I wept for something that would satisfy;
And in my grief, somehow, I seemed to dare
To lift my broken heart to Him in prayer.
O yes, I know! And I can tell you how;
I know, I know He is my Savior now.
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.
You ask me where I gave my heart to Christ? Yes, I can say!
That sacred place can never fade from sight, as yesterday.
Perhaps He thought it better I should not
Forget the place, for I should love the spot;
And until I behold Him face to face,
'Twill be to me, on earth, the dearest place.
O yes, I know! And I can tell you where;
I know, I know He came and blessed me there.
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My Savior's Love (1905) gs080.mid
C. H. G.
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous! how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! how wonderful
Is my Savior's love for me!
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!
When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
'Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.
How marvelous! how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! how wonderful
Is my Savior's love for me!
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His Eye Is On the Sparrow (1905) gs108.mid
Mrs. C. D. Martin
Civilla Martin (1866-1948)
Ethel Waters (1896-1977)
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Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for Heav'n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness,
I lose my doubts and fears:
Though by the path He leadeth
But one step I may see:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever doubts arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him,
From care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He cares for me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He cares for me.
I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
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Awakening Chorus (1905) gs155.mid
Charlotte G. Homer
Awake! awake! and sing the blessed story;
Awake! awake! and let your song of praise arise:
Awake! awake! the earth is full of glory,
And light is beaming from the radiant skies;
The rocks and rills, the vales and hills resound with gladness,
All nature joins to sing the triumph song.
The Lord Jehovah reigns and sin is backward hurled!
Rejoice! rejoice! lift heart and voice, Jehovah reigns!
Proclaim His sov'reign pow'r to all the world,
And let His glorious banner be unfurled!
Jehovah reigns!
Rejoice! rejoice! rejoice!
Jehovah reigns!
Ring out! ring out! O bells of joy and gladness!
Repeat! repeat! anew the story o'er again,
Till all the earth shall lose its weight of sadness,
And shout anew the glorious refrain;
With angels in the heights sing of the great salvation
He wrested from the hand of sin and death.
The Lord Jehovah reigns and sin is backward hurled!
Rejoice! rejoice! lift heart and voice, Jehovah reigns!
Proclaim His sov'reign pow'r to all the world,
And let His glorious banner be unfurled!
Jehovah reigns!
Rejoice! rejoice! rejoice!
Jehovah reigns!
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It Is Jesus (1906) gs140.mid
T. O. Chisholm
Behold! One cometh in the way,
In humble garments clad;
The poorest of the poor is He,
No pillow for His head.
The hungry, weary, sick and sad
In crowds about Him press, —
To ev'ry one He gives relief, —
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.
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.
But lo! what wondrous thing is done?
The grave has lost its dead!
To weeping ones He reappears,
When all their hopes had fled.
He lingers but a little while,
To comfort and to bless;
The Heav'ns receive Him from their sight, —
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.
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Growing Dearer Each Day (1907) gs085.mid
C. H. G.
How sweet is the love of my Savior!
'Tis boundless and deep as the sea;
And best of it all, it is daily
Growing sweeter and sweeter to me.
Sweeter and sweeter to me,
Dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior,
Growing dearer each step of my way!
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!
Some day face to face I shall see Him,
And oh, what a joy it will be
To know that His love, now so precious,
Will forever grow sweeter to me!
Sweeter and sweeter to me,
Dearer and dearer each day;
Oh, wonderful love of my Savior,
Growing dearer each step of my way!
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My Father Watches Over Me (1910) os001.mid
as sung in Hungarian by Mirella Toth mfwom.mp3
Rev. W. C. Martin
I trust in God wherever I may be,
Upon the land or on the rolling sea,
For, come what may,
From day to day,
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.
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.
The valley may be dark, the shadows deep,
But O, the Shepherd guards His lonely sheep;
And through the gloom
He'll lead me home,
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.
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Brighten the Corner Where You Are (1913) hr128.mid
Ina Duley Ogdon
Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do,
Do not wait to shed your light afar,
To the many duties ever near you now be true,
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.
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.
Here for all your talent you may surely find a need,
Here reflect the Bright and Morning Star,
Even from your humble hand the bread of life may feed,
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.
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Since Jesus Came Into My Heart (1914) gs097.mid
R. H. McDaniel
What a wonderful change in my life has been wrought
Since Jesus came into my heart;
I have light in my soul for which long I had sought,
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 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.
I shall go there to dwell in that City I know,
Since Jesus came into my heart;
And I'm happy, so happy as onward I go,
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.
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C. H. G.
Come ye whose souls delight in the marvelous King of love,
And send today an anthem of joy to the throne above;
His grace has made us happy and free from the bonds of sin,
And if we still rely on His grace we shall surely win.
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.
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.
Oh, sing today, with voices of gladness, a sweet new song,
And praise His name till mountains and valleys His praise prolong;
Repeat with joy love's marvelous story till life be past,
That we may see our glorious King on His throne at last.
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.
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Make Somebody Happy Today (1915) hr064.mid
Calia Altstaetter
If your own sorrows you want to forget,
Make somebody happy today;
If in your heart you would know no regret,
Make somebody happy today.
Others near by you may be in despair,
Struggling 'neath crosses so heavy to bear;
They may take heart, if you show that you care —
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.
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.
Do not complain that you've nothing to give,
Make somebody happy today;
Do your whole duty, and preach as you live,
Make somebody happy today.
Though you have only a smile, or a flow'r,
Give it, and speak of His love, of His pow'r;
You may cheer many a pain-weary hour —
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.
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Thou Mighty To Save (1917) hr267.mid
Fanny J. Crosby
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O Jesus, my Lord and Savior,
Who gavest Thy life for me,
No room in my heart for pleasures
That have not their trust in Thee;
Earth has no abiding city, —
Not here is my place of rest, —
I seek for a brighter country,
A home with the pure and blest.
And oh, when my course is finished,
And victor's palm I wave,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save.
The world like a dream will vanish,
The hope like the years decay,
Its beauties like dewy blossoms
Will wither and pass away;
But Thou wilt abide unchanging,
My sure defense wilt be;
O Jesus, my Lord and Savior,
I'm trusting alone in Thee.
And oh, when my course is finished,
And victor's palm I wave,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save.
O what are the toils and labors,
The crosses that now I bear,
Compared with the crown immortal
Laid up for my soul to wear?
'Twill matter to me but little
What conflicts I have passed,
If, after the strife is ended,
I rest at Thy feet at last.
And oh, when my course is finished,
And victor's palm I wave,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save,
To Thee will I give the glory,
O Thou, who art mighty to save.
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Sail On! (1918 edition) gs017.mid
C. H. G.
Upon a wide and stormy sea,
Thou'rt sailing to eternity,
And thy great Adm'ral orders thee: —
"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!"
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!"
Do snarling waves thy craft assail?
Art pow'rless, drifting with the gale?
Take heart! God's word shall never fail!
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!"
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Should the Stars in Your Service Flag Turn To Gold (1918) os002.mid
Dora F. Hendricks
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Should the stars in your service flag turn to gold,
If from somewhere in France comes the message you fear,
Should the anguish of death on your heart be rolled,
Creep close to God and you will hear
His great heart throbbing, as soft and low
He whispers: "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."
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."
Should the stars in your service flag turn to gold,
The stars in the sky will reflect the brave story,
And as long as truth lives, the tale will be told
By the gleam of the pure shining stars in Old Glory!
O listen and hear God whisper low:
"Yes, 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."
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Almighty King (1919) gc150.mid
Lizzie Dearmond
Worship, honor, praise, and blessing,
Be to Thee, Creation's King;
Heav'n and earth Thy pow'r confessing,
Joyful hallelujahs sing.
World to world triumphant telling
Of Thy majesty and might,
Strains of rapture ever swelling
To Thy name, both day and night.
Almighty King, Jehovah, Christ the Lord,
Throughout the universe with one accord
Shall joyful praises ring, both night and day,
Unto Thy holy name for aye.
Almighty King, Jehovah, Christ the Lord,
By shining hosts above adored,
Before Thy feet their crowns they fling,
Almighty King, Almighty King, Almighty King,
Almighty King of kings, Almighty King of kings.
God our strength and our salvation,
Great beyond the ken of thought,
Hope of ev'ry righteous nation,
Wondrous things Thy hand hath wrought.
Hail, all hail, Jehovah glorious!
Thou shalt reign eternally!
Through the countless years victorious,
Stars of light Thy crown shall be.
Almighty King, Jehovah, Christ the Lord,
Throughout the universe with one accord
Shall joyful praises ring, both night and day,
Unto Thy holy name for aye.
Almighty King, Jehovah, Christ the Lord,
By shining hosts above adored,
Before Thy feet their crowns they fling,
Almighty King, Almighty King, Almighty King,
Almighty King of kings, Almighty King of kings.
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Where the Gates Swing Outward Never (1920) hr018.mid
C. H. G.
Just a few more days to be filled with praise,
And to tell the old, old story;
Then, when twilight falls, and my Savior calls,
I shall go to Him in glory.
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.
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.
What a joy 'twill be when I wake to see
Him for whom my heart is burning!
Nevermore to sigh, nevermore to die —
For that day my heart is yearning.
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.
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Jesus, Rose of Sharon (1922) hr080.mid
Ida A. Guirey
Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom within my heart;
Beauties of Thy truth and holiness impart,
That where'er I go my life may shed abroad
Fragrance of the knowledge of the love of God.
Jesus, (Blessed Jesus), Rose of Sharon, (Rose of Sharon),
Bloom in radiance and in love within my heart.
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.
Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom for evermore;
Be Thy glory seen on earth from shore to shore,
Till the nations own Thy Sov'reignty complete,
Lay their honors down and worship at Thy feet.
Jesus, (Blessed Jesus), Rose of Sharon, (Rose of Sharon),
Bloom in radiance and in love within my heart.
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J. H. Hall's 1914 biography of Charles H. Gabriel
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