LOVE MAKES OUR TOIL WORTHWHILE-Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Christianity can be condensed into four words: Admit, Submit, Commit and Transmit. -Samuel Wilberforce

Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

LOVE MAKES OUR TOIL WORTHWHILE
“Love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:12

Open wider the door of your heart to the light;
Let the sunshine of love make its corners all bright;
Let no selfish desires bring the shadow of night,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Let the sunlight and the love-light
Fill your face with their glory,
With a bright, sunny smile;
Bear your trials with patience,
Good cheer sure will win;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile!

If your face is alight with the sunshine of love
Then your soul will be filled with a joy from above;
Everywhere you’ll find gladness, tho’ widely you rove;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Learn to love men about you, whatever you learn,
Finding no one too lowly and no one to spurn;
Love will teach you to help them, their good to discern,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Words: Eunice Whitfold, in The King’s Message, edited by Edmund Lorenz & Ira B. Wilson (New York: Lorenz Publishing Company, 1910), number 32.

Music: Edmund S. Lorenz

DO YOU KNOW THE WORLD IS DYING FOR THE LITTLE BIT OF LOVE ?-Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Christianity can be condensed into four words: Admit, Submit, Commit and Transmit. -Samuel Wilberforce

Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Do you know the world is dying
For a little bit of love?
Everywhere we hear the sighing
For a little bit of love;
For the love that rights a wrong,
Fills the heart with hope and song;
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love.

From the poor of every city,
For a little bit of love,
Hands are reaching out for pity,
For a little bit of love;
Some have burdens hard to bear,
Some have sorrows we would share;
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?

Down before their idols falling,
For a little bit of love,
Many souls in vain are calling
For a little bit of love;
If they die in sin and shame,
Someone surely is to blame
For not going in His name,
With a little bit of love.

While the souls of men are dying,
For a little bit of love,
While the children, too, are crying,
For a little bit of love,
Stand no longer idly by,
You can help them if you try;
Go, then saying, “Here am I,”
With a little bit of love.

-A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE
Words & Music: Ed­win O. Ex­cell, 1904

STANDING ON THE PROMISES “Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering, for He is faithful that promised.” Hebrews 10:23

Christianity can be condensed into four words: Admit, Submit, Commit and Transmit. -Samuel Wilberforce

-STANDING ON THE PROMISES-

“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering, for He is faithful that promised.” Hebrews 10:23

Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call
Resting in my Savior as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

Words & Music: R. Kel­so Car­ter, in Songs of Per­fect Love, by John Swe­ney & Kel­so Car­ter (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1886)

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength -PREPARE HIM ROOM. LUKE 2:1-7

Christianity can be condensed into four words: Admit, Submit, Commit and Transmit. -Samuel Wilberforce

Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength   On a day when men were counted, God became the Son of Man, That His name in every census should be entered was His plan. God, the Lord of all creation, humbly takes a creature’s place; He whose form no man has witnessed has today a human face. On a night, while silent shepherds watched their flocks upon the plain, Came a message with its summons brought by song of angel train: Lo, in Bethlehem’s little village has arrived the shepherd King, And each shepherd to his Master must his sheep as offering bring. When there shone the star of David in the spangled eastern sky, Kings arrived to pay their homage to the Christ, the Lord most high. Yet not all, for lo, there soundeth through the streets a fearful cry; For a king who will not worship has decreed that Christ must die. Yet it’s Christmas, and we greet Him, coming even now to save; For the Lord of our salvation was not captive to the grave. Out of Egypt came the Savior, man’s Immanuel to be— Christmas shines with Easter glory, glory of eternity.

COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING-Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothèd then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

Words: Ro­bert Ro­bin­son, 1758; ap­peared in his A Col­lect­ion of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Al­ley, Bi­shop­gate, 1759.
Music: Net­tle­ton, Wyeth’s Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond, by John Wy­eth