Hymn 809

If I could only tell Him as I know Him,
My Redeemer who has brightened all my way;
If I could tell how precious is His presence,
I am sure that you would make Him yours today.

If I could only tell you how He loves you,
And if we could through the lonely garden go;
If I could tell His dying pain and pardon,
You would worship at His wonderful feet, I know.

Redemption songs

Gems from my reading

Well, it will be strange to find myself in heaven; but it won't be a strange Christ - one I have known these many years. How little I know of Him! I am glad He knows me. - J. N. Darby contemplating his death (11th April 1882, 18 days before his death)

I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. - the Lord Jesus Christ (John 10:14)

Thy word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there.
Thy word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depth for every searcher there.

Thy word is like a starry host: a thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler, and make his pathway bright.
Thy word is like an armory, where soldiers may repair,
And find for life's long battle day, all needful weapons there.

O may I love Thy precious word, may I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean, may light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there, Thy word my trusted sword;
I'll learn to fight with every foe the battle of the Lord.

Edwin Hodder

It is Jesus

Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. - Matt. 11:28
And I will give unto them eternal life; and they shall neverperish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand. - John 10:28

There is a voice through earth's wild clamor calling,
To all the heavy laden and oppressed
Sweet as the cooling dew at even calling:
"Come unto Me and rest."
It is the voice of Jesus, still entreating,
To all the comforless and all sad;
Day after day His tender call repeating,
"Come unto Me and I will make you glad."

There is a hand outstretched in tenderest pity
Where all the weary and the wondering roam.
Waiting to lead them to the heavenly city,
To bring the homeless home.
It is the hand of Jesus, still upholding,
Strong to deliver, mighty still to keep;
And none shall pluck from out that safe unfolding
The weakest one of all His blood-bought sheep.

There is a Form that walks life's stormy ocean,
Bidding the noise of tempest cease;
Crying along through all the wild commotion,
"In Me ye shall have peace."
Oh it is Jesus comming o'er the waters,
As once He walked the waves of Galilee,
Speaking to all earth's shipwrecked sons and daughters,
"Be not afriad, have faith, have faith in Me."

There is a Love that longs with deep affection
To gather all the sin-sick sons of men,
Beneath its wings of shelter and protection,
And give them health again.
It is the love of Jesus, sweet with longing,
His full salvation to the world to give;
Crying to all the dead, earth's highways thronging,
"Come unto Me, come unto Me and live."

Annie Johnson Flint

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. - John 16:33

In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- peace;
The heart of the whirlwind where its roarings cease,
A little home waiting, still and light and warm,
A safe sanctuary from the night and storm.

In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- rest;
A sure place of refuge for the sore-opprest,
A guarded pavilion no device can take,
A strong-walled fortress no assault can shake.

In the world tribulation; but in Jesus -- joy;
A full cup of gladness that can never cloy,
A sweet fountain rising out of Marrah's tide,
A spring of rejoicing that is never dried.

In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- peace;
A deep, quiet harbor where the high waves cease,
A long-desired haven on a friendly shore,
Where the wild winds of oceans sweep the soul no more.

In the world, tribulation, trials all around,
For on earth no resting and no joys are found;
Let us flee to Jesus where all sorrows cease;
Here alone is gladness, here alone is peace.

Annie Johnson Flint