Coming to the King | Page 2

be in that sweet home
Where Thou its glory art
Here
through faith's vision small and fine
One glimpse of Thy dear face
Kindles a glow in lonely hearts,
No cloud can e'er efface.
Cecilia Havergal
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Springs of Peace
Springs of peace, when conflict heightens
Thine uplifted eye shall
see,
Peace that strengthens calms, and brightens,
Peace itself a victory.
Springs of comfort strangely springing
Through the bitter wells of woe,
Founts of hidden gladness, bringing

Joy that earth can ne'er bestow
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The Welcome to the King
Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow
One bright gleam I see,
Well
I know the blessed morrow
Christ will come for me
Midst the light and peace and glory
Of the Fathers home,
Christ for me is watching, waiting--

Waiting till I come
Long the blessed Guide has led me
By the desert road;
Now I see the golden towers--
City of my God.
There amidst the love and glory,
He is waiting yet;
On His hands a name is graven,
He can ne'er forget.
There amidst the songs of heaven--
Sweeter to His ear
Is the footfall through the desert,
Ever drawing near.
There, made ready are the mansions,
Glorious, bright and fair;
But the Bride the Father gave Him
Still is wanting there.
Who is this who comes to meet me
On the desert way,
As the Morning Star foretelling
God's unclouded day?
He it is who came to win me,
On the cross of shame
In His glory well I know Him,
Evermore the
same
Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
All the desert past!
Oh! the wondrous words of greeting
He shall speak at last!
He and I together entering
Those bright courts above,
He and I together sharing
All the Fathers

love.
Where no shade nor stain can enter
Nor the gold be dim,
In that holiness unsullied
I shall walk with Him
Meet companion then for Jesus,
From Him, for Him made,
Glory of Gods grace for ever
There in
me displayed
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He who in His hour of sorrow
Bore the curse alone,
I who through the lonely desert
Trod where He had gone
He and I in that bright glory
One deep joy shall share
Mine to be for ever with Him
His that I
am there
The King of Love.
The King of Love my Shepherd is
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine for ever.
Where streams of living waters flow,
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth
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God is Love and God is Light
God is Love, His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove,

Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens,
God is Light and God is Love
Chance and change are busy ever,
Worlds decay and ages move,
But His mercy waneth never
God is Light and God is Love.
Thine eyes shall see the King
Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,
Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee,
Leave
doubting, and look up with trustful smile.
Thine eyes shall see!
Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same
Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree,
Who bore thy guilt,
who calleth thee by name
Thine eyes shall see!
Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One,
The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He
Shall bid thee share the
kingdom He hath won
Thine eyes shall see!
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I am Thine.
Jesus Master!
I am Thine,
Keep me faithful keep me near,
Let Thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer,
Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
Oh, be Thou my all in all
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Is it for Me?
Is it for me, dear
Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest?
For me, so weak
and sinful oh, shall
I thus be blessed?
Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace
And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face?
Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face,
Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace
And be with
Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more!
Dear Saviour I must
praise Thee and lovingly adore.
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Going to Christ
I go to Christ my Saviour
With every little need
The help He
always gives me
Is wonderful indeed
I go when I am mourning
The loss of loved ones near

He speaketh words of comfort sweet,
He doth my spirit cheer
I go when I am fearing
The cruse of oil will fail
He sendeth me the
needful means
And thus doth prayer prevent
Cecilia Havergal
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My King and Master.
Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be,
Spent in blessed
service only until Thee
Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know
'Tis a happy
privilege, Thee to serve below.
Let me serve Thee humbly,
Thine be all the praise,
'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble
lays;
Let me serve Thee quickly--Time will soon be o'er
I would
fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.