122 All is Well

p.122

Tune: All is Well, J. T. White, 1844

Text: Revival Melodies, 1842

What’s this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death, is it death?
That soon will quench this mortal flame,
Is it death, is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev’ry pain and sorrow free.
I shall the King of glory see,
All is well, all is well.

Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well!
My sins forgiv’n and I am free,
All is well, all is well!
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes.
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
All is well, all is well.

Hark! Hark! my Lord and Master’s voice,
Calls away, calls away!
I soon shall see — enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, why delay?
Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
All is well, all is well!

65 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

p. 65

Tune: Sweet Prospect, William Walker, 1833

Text: Samuel Stennett, 1787

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

O’er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

No chilling winds, or pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

159 What wondrous love is this

p.159

Tune: Wondrous Love, James Christopher, 1840

Text: Mead's General Selection, 1811. fasola.org says Dupuy’s Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1811...

What wondrous love is this, o my soul, o my soul!
What wondrous love is this, o my soul!
What wondrous love is this, That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing
To God and to the Lamb, who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme, I will sing.

 And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be,
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on, I'll sing on,
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on.

289 There is a land of pure delight

p. 289

Tune: Greensborough, John Mercer 1850

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

1 There is a land of pure delight,
where saints immortal reign;
infinite day excludes the night,
|: and pleasures banish pain. :|

2 There everlasting spring abides,
and never-withering flowers;
death, like a narrow sea, divides
|: this heavenly land from ours.:|

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
stand dressed in living green;
so to the Jews old Canaan stood,
|: while Jordan rolled between. :|

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
to cross the narrow sea,
and linger shivering on the brink,
|: and fear to launch away. :|

5 O could we make our doubts remove,
those gloomy doubts that rise,
and see the Canaan that we love
|: with unbeclouded eyes; :|

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
and view the landscape o'er,
not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
|: should fright us from the shore! :|