Help us to labor on,
Savior, for Thee;
Faithful in word and deed,
O may we be.

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Till all our work is done,
Our crown of glory won,
Help us, Lord, to labor on,
Trusting in Thee.

Help us to labor on,
Cheered from above;
Sowing the word of life,
Telling Thy love.

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Help us to labor on,
Lord, not in vain;
O may we gather in,
Bright, golden grain.

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O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
O they tell me of a home far away;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

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O the land of cloudless day,
O the land of an unclouded day,
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
O they tell me of that land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.

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O they tell me of a King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow,
In the city that is made of gold.

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O they tell me that He smiles on His children there,
And His smile drives their sorrows all away;
And they tell me that no tears ever come again
In that lovely land of unclouded day.

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Drifting away from the Savior,
Drifting to lands unknown,
Drifting away by night and by day,
Drifting, yes, drifting alone.

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Drifting away from the Savior,
Drifting away from His love,
While the Savior is tenderly calling,
You are drifting away from God.

Drifting away from the Savior,
He who would bear your load;
Drifting away by night and by day,
Drifting, yes, drifting from God.

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Drifting away from the Savior,
Fearlessly on you go;
Drifting away by night and by day,
Drifting to regions of woe.

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Drifting away from the Savior,
Even the angels weep;
Still you drift on with mirth and with song,
Out on the fathomless deep.

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Come and hear the words of Jesus,Who holds the seven stars
And who walks among the seven lamps of gold.
He says, “I know all your actions, you’ve tested wicked men,
You have persevered, though hardships o’er you rolled.
Yet I have this against you: you’ve left your first true love.
Now repent, or I’ll remove you from your place.
He who overcomes will eat fromGod’s precious tree of life.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,Who is the First and Last
And Who died and then came back to life again.
He says, “I know your afflictions; you’re poor, yet you are rich.
You’ve endured much slander from the tongues of men.
Don’t be afraid of suffering; be faithful unto death,
And you will the crown of life receive one day.
He who overcomes will not be hurt by the second death.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,Who holds the two-edged sword;
He says, “You’ve been true and not renounced your faith.
Yet I have some things against you: you’ve been enticed to sin;
Immorality and idols you’ve embraced.
You must repent, or I’ll come and fight you with My sword.
Those who win will hidden manna have always.
Overcomers will be given a new name cut in stone.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,Whose eyes are blazing fire.
He says, “I know all your love and faith and deeds.
You are doing more than ever, yet still I bring this charge,
For you tolerate a teacher who misleads.
I’ll make you suffer greatly, unless you now repent.
You will know that I search hearts and will repay.
But I’ll give each overcomer authority to rule.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,Who holds the seven stars.
He says, “People think you’re living, but you’re dead.
You must wake up now and strengthen what’s left before it dies,
For your deeds are not complete, My God has said.
Obey what you have heard now, or I’ll come like a thief.
He who overcomes will walk with Me always.
I’ll acknowledge him in Heaven; his name I’ll ne’er erase.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,Who’s true and holds the key;
What He opens or He shuts will stay the same.
He says, “See, I’ve placed before you a door that’s open wide,
For you’ve kept My word and not denied My Name.
I love you; now be steadfast, so none will take your crown.
Overcomers will great pillars be some day.
I will write My new Name on them, the Name of My God too.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

Come and hear the words of Jesus,God’s Witness, faithful, true.
He says, “You are neither cold, nor are you hot.
So because you’re lukewarm only,I’ll spit you from My mouth,
For you think you’re rich and do not know you’re not.
Buy gold from Me and white clothes and salve so you can see.
Here I’m at the door, and now My voice I raise.
He who overcomes will with Me sit down upon My throne.
He who has an ear, hear what the Spirit says.”

O paradise! O paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest.

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Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light.
All rapture through and through,
In God’s most holy sight?

O paradise! O paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold.

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O paradise! O paradise!
Wherefore doth death delay,
Bright death, that is the welcome dawn
Of our eternal day?

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O paradise! O paradise!
’Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near.

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O paradise! O paradise!
I want to sin no more,
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore.

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O paradise! O paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me.

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O paradise! O paradise!
I feel ’twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear
Faint fragments of thy song.

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Lord Jesu, King of paradise,
O keep me in Thy love,
And guide me to that happy land
Of perfect rest above.

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We shall meet in the Eden above,
In that beautiful land of the blest;
All our trials and pains will be o’er,
When we enter that mansion of rest.
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
All our trials and pains will be o’er,
When we enter that mansion of rest.

When we meet in the Eden above,
When we enter that blissful abode,
All the good who have passed on before,
We shall meet in the City of God.
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
All the good who have passed on before,
We shall meet in the City of God.

The saints of all ages are there,
The prophets and martyrs of old;
The children whose voices on earth are still,
Now sing in that city of gold.
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
In the beautiful, beautiful Eden above,
The children whose voices on earth are still,
Now sing in that city of gold.

Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right;
The brave become bolder the darker the night.
Then up and be doing, though cowards may fail;
Thy duty pursuing, dare all and prevail.

If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss,
If stripes or a prison, remember the cross.
God watches above thee, and He will requite;
Forsake those that love thee, but never the right.

Fear not, O little flock, the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and power;
What though your courage sometimes faints,
His seeming triumph o’er God’s saints
Lasts but a little hour.

Be of good cheer; your cause belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave it to Him our Lord.
Though hidden yet from all our eyes,
He sees the Gideon who shall rise;
To save us, and His word.

As true as God’s own word is true,
Not earth nor hell with all their crew
Against us shall prevail.
A jest and by-word are they grown;
God is with us, we are His own,
Our victory cannot fail.

Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer!
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare;
Fight for us once again1
So shall thy saints and martyrs raise
A mighty chorus to Thy praise,
World without end.

Be strong and courageous whate’er may befall,
We know our Redeemer will answer our call;
Tho’ sorrow and trials are weighing us down,
Yet hope looks away from the cross to the crown.

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From the cross to the crown let us follow our Lord,
From the cross to the crown let us cling to His Word;
Tho’ sorrow and trials are weighing us down,
Yet faith leads us on from the cross to the crown!

His cup of affliction was filled to the brim,
And are we not willing to suffer for Him?
The robe of His glory for us He laid down,
To show us the path from the cross to the crown.

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This life is a conflict, a battle with sin,
Yet trusting in Jesus thro’ grace we shall win;
The world may oppose us, the tempter may frown,
Yet faith leadeth on from the cross to the crown.

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Tho’ friends that are dearest have gone from our sight,
’Tis only to enter the mansions of light;
Their warfare is over, their burdens laid down,
How short was their path from the cross to the crown!

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I shall not bear the cross thro’ yon city
When the burdens of life are laid down.
When I knock on the portals of Heaven
I will trade the old cross for a crown.

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Yes, I’ll trade the old cross for a crown,
When the burdens of life are laid down.
When the pearl gates for me shall swing open,
I will trade the old cross for a crown.

Tho’ the cross oftentimes has been heavy,
And oft fortune on me seems to frown,
But how happy I’ll be over yonder
When I trade the old cross for a crown.

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Oft, my bark has been tossed on life’s billows,
And each wave tries my vessel to drown.
But no storm cloud can harm me forever
When I trade the old cross for a crown.

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Ev’ry cross that I bear for my Savior
Will at last, when He calls, be laid down,
And my sorrows will all be forgotten
When I trade the old cross for a crown.

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Laurels, fresh laurels, for the Sunday School we bring;
They will bloom in fadeless verdure
Through a calm eternal spring;
Then gladly hail with a pure delight,
Oh, hail our beautiful wreath so bright;
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School, for the Sunday School,
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School we bring.

Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School to wear;
All may win the precious garland,
All the flaming crown may wear;
The smile of hope and the dew of prayer,
Has made this beautiful wreath so fair.
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School, for the Sunday School,
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” for the Sunday School to wear.

Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song anew.
They will make you good and gentle,
You will love and praise them, too;
Oh, meet in heaven the heart so true,
That twined the beautiful wreath for you.
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song, then awake the song.
Laurels, “Fresh Laurels,” then awake the song so new.

Let our choir new anthems raise, wake the morn with gladness;
God Himself to joy and praise turns the martyrs’ sadness:
Bright the day that won their crown, opened heav’ns bright portal,
As they laid the mortal down and put on th’immortal.

Never flinched they from the flame, from the torture never;
Vain the foeman’s sharpest aim, Satan’s best endeavor:
For by faith they saw the land decked in all its glory,
Where triumphant now they stand with the victor’s story.

Faith they had that knew not shame, love that could not languish;
And eternal hope o’ercame momentary anguish.
Up and follow, Christian men! Press through toil and sorrow;
Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow!

O brother, be faithful! Soon Jesus will come,
For whom we have waited so long;
O, soon we shall enter our glorious home,
And join in the conqueror’s song.
O brother, be faithful! For why should we prove
Unfaithful to Him who hath shown
Such deep, such unbounded and infinite love—
Who died to redeem us His own.

O brother, be faithful! The city of gold,
Prepared for the good and the blest,
Is waiting its portals of pearl to unfold,
And welcome thee into thy rest.
Then, brother, prove faithful! Not long shall we stay
In weariness here, and forlorn,
Time’s dark night of sorrow is wearing away,
We haste to the glorious morn.

O brother, be faithful! He soon will descend,
Creation’s omnipotent King,
While legions of angels His chariot attend,
And palm wreaths of victory bring.
O brother, be faithful! and soon shalt thou hear
Thy Savior pronounce the glad word,
“Well done, faithful servant; thy title is clear
To enter the joy of thy Lord.”

O brother, be faithful! Eternity’s years
Shall tell for thy faithfulness now,
When bright smiles of gladness shall scatter thy tears,
A coronet gleam on thy brow.
O brother, be faithful! The promise is sure,
That waits for the faithful and tried;
To reign with the ransomed, immortal and pure,
And ever with Jesus abide.

Thou Who Thyself didst sanctify,
And set Thyself apart,
Thy servant’s purpose ratify,
The purpose of his heart.

In reverence he himself would yield
To be Thy soldier true,
And in high places of the field
Thy glorious work to do.

Captain Divine, his name enroll;
In token let him feel
The fire from Heav’n within his soul,
The ever burning zeal!

Give him his armor, all of light;
And with unfaltering breath,
Lord, make him Thy great battle fight,
And faithful be, to death!

He that o’ercometh, Lord, with Thee
The morning star shall own,
The robe and palm of victory
And the immortal crown.

Bugle calls are ringing out,
?Forward? is the battle shout,
See where floats the conqu’ring sign,
Onward to the war divine!

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And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown,
We shall wear a crown, we shall wear a crown!
And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem!
Wear a crown, wear a crown, away over Jordan!
And when the battle’s over, we shall wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem!

Sound the charge against the foe,
Lay the hosts of error low;
In His Name, victorious King,
Let the song of triumph ring!

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Fight the fight of faith and love,
Looking unto Him above;
Loyal soldiers, do and dare,
Your Commander’s joy to share.

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Thro’ the shining gate,
Where the angels wait,
When the saints are marching in,
The redeemed shall come,
And be crowned at home,
When the saints are marching in.

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When the saints are marching in,
When the saints are marching in,
Joyful songs of salvation thro’ the sky shall ring,
When the saints are marching in.

Parted friends shall meet,
On the golden street,
When the saints are marching in,
Spotless robes shall wear,
Victor’s palms shall bear,
When the saints are marching in.

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Ev’ry tongue and race
Shall extol God’s grace,
When the saints are marching in,
And the blood-washed throng
Shall repeat the song,
When the saints are marching in.

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“To the Lamb once slain,
But Who lives again,”
When the saints are marching in,
We shall offer praise
Thro’ eternal days,
When the saints are marching in.

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Ye servants of our glorious King,
To Him your thankful praises bring;
And tell the deeds that grace has done,
The triumphs by His martyrs won.

Since they were faithful to the last,
Their holy struggles now are past;
The bitterness of death is o’er,
And theirs is bliss forevermore.

The flame might scorch, the knife lay bare,
And cruel beasts their members tear;
No powers of earth, no powers of hell
The souls that loved their Lord could quell.

Forever broken is the chain
That sought to bind them, but in vain;
O let us strive like them to win
Our freedom from the bonds of sin.

O Savior, may our portion be
With those who gave themselves to Thee,
Through all eternity to sing
All praise to Thee, the martyrs’ King.

I was once a sinner, but I came
Pardon to receive from my Lord:
This was freely given, and I found
That He always kept His word.

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There’s a new name written down in glory,
And it’s mine, O yes, it’s mine!
And the white robed angels sing the story,
“A sinner has come home.”
For there’s a new name written down in glory,
And it’s mine, O yes, it’s mine!
With my sins forgiven I am bound for Heaven,
Never more to roam.

I was humbly kneeling at the cross,
Fearing naught but God’s angry frown;
When the heavens opened and I saw
That my name was written down.

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In the Book ’tis written, “Saved by Grace,”
O the joy that came to my soul!
Now I am forgiven, and I know
By the blood I am made whole.

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O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that always feels Thy blood
So freely shed for me.

A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

A humble, lowly, contrite, heart,
Believing, true and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Christ who dwells within.

A heart in every thought renewed
And full of love divine,
Perfect and right and pure and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

Thy tender heart is still the same,
And melts at human woe:
Jesus, for thee distressed I am,
I want Thy love to know.

My heart, Thou know’st, can never rest
Till Thou create my peace;
Till of mine Eden repossest,
From self, and sin, I cease.

Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me
Bestow that peace unknown,
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.