We'll Soon Be Done

Some of these days I'm going home

Where no sorrows ever come,

We'll soon be done with troubles and trials;

Safe from Heartaches, pain and care,

We shall all that glory share,

And I'm gonna sit down beside my Jesus,

Sit down and rest a little while.

Refrain:

We'll soon be done with troubles and trials,

Yes, in that home on the other side,

And I'm gonna shake glad hands with the elders,

Tell my kindred good morning,

Then I'm gonna sit down beside my Jesus,

Gonna sit down and rest a li'l while.

Kindred and friends now wait for me,

Soon their faces I shall see,

We'll soon be done with troubles and trials;

'Tis a home of Life so fair

And we'll all be gathered there,

And I'm gonna’ sit down beside my Jesus,

Sit down and rest a little while.

I shall behold his blessed face,

I shall feel his matchless grace,

We'll soon be done with troubles and trials;

O what peace and joy sublime

In that home of love divine,

And I'm gonna’ sit down beside my Jesus,

Sit down and rest a little while.

Music and Lyrics by Cleavant Derricks 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLibkQbb8-E

Where We'll Never Grow Old

 

1 

I have heard of a land

On the faraway strand,

’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;

Built by Jesus on high,

There we never shall die,

’Tis a land where we never grow old.

Refrain:

Never grow old,

Where we'll never grow old,

In a land where we’ll never grow old;

Never grow old,

Where we'll never grow old,

In a land where we’ll never grow old.

2 

In that beautiful home

Where we’ll nevermore roam,

We shall be in the sweet by and by;

Happy praise to the King

Through eternity sing,

’Tis a land where we never shall die. [Refrain]

3 

When our work here is done

And the life crown is won,

And our troubles and trials are o’er,

All our sorrows will end,

And our voices will blend

With the loved ones who’ve gone on before. [Refrain]

 

Author: James C. Moore

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhxolymJ11Q

How long has it been since you've listened to Jim Reeves?

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The Bible gives a fascinating metaphoric description of the physical deterioration of old age...

Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near when you will say, "I have no delight in them"; before the sun and the light, the moon and the stars are darkened, and clouds return after the rain; in the day that the watchmen of the house tremble, and mighty men stoop, the grinding ones stand idle because they are few, and those who look through windows grow dim; and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly. Furthermore, men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags himself along, and the caperberry is ineffective. For man goes to his eternal home while mourners go about in the street. Remember Him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed, the pitcher by the well is shattered and the wheel at the cistern is crushed; then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it.

Ecclesiastes 12.1-7

Safe In the Arms of Jesus

 1

Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,

There by His love o’ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Hark! ’tis the voice of angels

Borne in a song to me,

Over the fields of glory,

Over the jasper sea.

 

Chorus

Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast;

There by His love o’ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.

2

Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe from corroding care,

Safe from the world’s temptations;

Sin cannot harm me there.

Free from the blight of sorrow,

Free from my doubts and fears;

Only a few more trials,

Only a few more tears!

3

Jesus, my heart’s dear Refuge,

Jesus has died for me;

Firm on the Rock of Ages

Ever my trust shall be.

Here let me wait with patience,

Wait till the night is o’er;

Wait till I see the morning

Break on the golden shore.

 

By Frances J. Crosby

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akCa9fqzgQg

 

O Come, Angel Band

 

1 

My latest sun is sinking fast,

my race is nearly run;

my strongest trials now are past,

my triumph is begun.

Refrain:

O come, angel band,

come and around me stand;

O bear me away on your snowy wings

to my immortal home.

O bear me away on your snowy wings

to my immortal home.

2 

I know I’m near the holy ranks

of friends and kindred dear;

I hear the waves on Jordan’s banks,

the crossing must be near. [Refrain]

3 

I’ve almost reached my heav’nly home,

my spirit loudly sings;

your holy ones, behold, they come!

I hear the noise of wings. [Refrain]

4 

O bear my longing heart to him

who bled and died for me;

whose love now covers all my sin,

and gives me victory. [Refrain]

 

Author: Jefferson Hascall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JcJsXCB74w

Performed by The Chuck Wagon Gang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_M65lcDk6o

This version is performed by Ralph Stanley -- "the king of mountain music".   And if you haven't seen the movie O Brother, Where Art Thou? ... you should. Watch it for the music, if not the story. (It's a re-imagining of Homer's The Odyssey, produced by the Cohen brothers.) 

Master, the Tempest is Raging

 

1

Master, the tempest is raging!

The billows are tossing high!

The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness.

No shelter or help is nigh.

Carest thou not that we perish?

How canst thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threat’ning

A grave in the angry deep?

Chorus

The winds and the waves shall obey thy will:

Peace, be still.

Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea

Or demons or men or whatever it be,

No waters can swallow the ship where lies

The Master of ocean and earth and skies.

They all shall sweetly obey thy will:

Peace, be still; peace, be still.

They all shall sweetly obey thy will:

Peace, peace, be still.

2

Master, with anguish of spirit

I bow in my grief today.

The depths of my sad heart are troubled.

Oh, waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish

Sweep o’er my sinking soul,

And I perish! I perish! dear Master.

Oh, hasten and take control!

3

Master, the terror is over.

The elements sweetly rest.

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,

And heaven’s within my breast.

Linger, O blessed Redeemer!

Leave me alone no more,

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor

And rest on the blissful shore.

Text: Mary Ann Baker, 1831–1921

Music: H. R. Palmer, 1834–1907

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63VYzQ9Rs90

Mark 4:35-41

And the same day, when the even was come, he saith unto them, Let us pass over unto the other side. And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?

More Holiness Give Me

1

More holiness give me,

More strivings within,

More patience in suff'ring,

More sorrow for sin,

More faith in my Savior,

More sense of His care,

More joy in His service,

More purpose in prayer.

2

More gratitude give me,

More trust in the Lord,

More pride in His glory,

More hope in His word,

More tears for His sorrows,

More pain at His grief,

More meekness in trial, 

More praise for relief.

3

More purity give me,

More strength to o'ercome,

More freedom from earth-stains,

More longings for home;

More fit for the kingdom,

More useful I'd be,

More blessed and holy,

More, Savior, like Thee.

Philip Paul Bliss

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2V1s8SmtX7g

Jesus, I Come

1

Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,

Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!

Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

Out of my sickness into Thy health,

Out of my want and into Thy wealth,

Out of my sin and into Thyself,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

2

Out of my shameful failure and loss,

Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!

Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,

Out of life’s storm and into Thy calm,

Out of distress to jubilant psalm,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

3

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,

Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!

Into Thy blessed will to abide,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,

Out of despair into raptures above,

Upward for aye on wings like a dove,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

4

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,

Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!

Into the joy and pleasure, Thine own,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

Out of the depths of ruin untold,

Into the flock Thy love doth enfold,

Ever Thy glorious face to behold,

Jesus, I come to Thee!

 

Lyrics: William True Sleeper (1819-1904)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zja-Nx9Kb80