Will Jesus Find Us Watching?

Oh can we say we are ready brother,

Ready for the soul's bright home. 

Say will He find you and me still watching, 

Waiting ,waiting when the Lord shall come.

When Jesus comes to reward His servants,

Whether it be noon or night,

Faithful to Him will He find us watching,

With our lamps all trimmed and bright?

Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?

Ready for the soul’s bright home?

Say, will He find you and me still watching,

Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?

If, at the dawn of the early morning,

He shall call us one by one,

When to the Lord we restore our talents,

Will He answer thee, “Well done”?

Have we been true to the trust He left us?

Do we seek to do our best?

If in our hearts there is naught condemns us,

We shall have a glorious rest.

Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,

In His glory they shall share;

If He shall come at the dawn or midnight,

Will He find us watching there?

[Fanny Crosby]

Proverbs 8:34 … Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors.❤

No Book is Like the Bible

No book is like the Bible,
For childhood, youth and age; Our duty, plain and simple, We find on every page.

It came by inspiration,
A light to guide our way,
A voice from Him who gave it,
Reproving when we stray.

No book is like the Bible,
The blessed book we love,
The pilgrim’s chart of glory,
It leads to God above.

It tells of man’s creation,
His sad, primeval fall;
It tells of man’s redemption,
Through Christ, who died for all;

In sacred words of wisdom
It bids us watch and pray,
And early come to Jesus,
The Life, the Truth, the Way.

O, let us love the Bible,
And praise it more and more;
Our life is like a shadow,
Our days will soon be o’er;

But if we closely follow
The counsel God has given,
We then may hope with angels
To sing His praise in Heaven.

[Fanny Crosby]

John 1:14 ... And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

John 14:6 ... Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Psalm 119:105 ... Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.❤

Redeemed, How I love To Proclaim It!

Redeemed how I love to proclaim it, Redeemed by the blood of the lamb, Redeemed through His infinite mercy, His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus, No language my rapture can tell; I know that the light of His presence With me doth continually dwell.

Redeemed, redeemed, Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb; Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am.

I think of my blessed Redeemer, I think of Him all the day long: I sing, for I cannot be silent; His love is the theme of my song.

Redeemed, redeemed, Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb; Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am.

I know I shall see in His beauty The King in whose law I delight; Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps, And giveth me a song in the night.

Redeemed, redeemed, Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb; Redeemed, redeemed, His child and forever I am.

[written by Fanny Crosby – 1882]

Isaiah 43:1 … But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.

Lamentations 3:58 … O LORD, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.

Psalm 107:2 … Let the redeemed of the LORD say so ♥

He Hideth My Soul

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, a wonderful savior to me; He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, where rivers of pleasure I see. He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love, and covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, He taketh my burden away; He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved, He giveth me strength for each day. He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love, and covers me there with His hand.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns, and, filled with His fullness divine, I sing in my rapture, “O glory to God for such a Redeemer is mine!” He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love, and covers me there with His hand.

[Fanny J. Crosby 1820-1915]