Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 69 pages of information about Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days.

Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 69 pages of information about Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days.

    Open now the crystal fountain
      Whence the healing waters flow;
    Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
      Lead me all my journey through;
        Strong Deliverer,
    Be Thou still my strength and shield.

    When I tread the verge of Jordan,
      Bid my anxious fears subside;
    Bear me through the swelling current,
      Land me safe on Canaan’s side;
        Songs of praises
    I will ever give to Thee.

Christ receiveth Sinful Men

    Sinners Jesus will receive;
      Sound this word of grace to all
    Who the heav’nly pathway leave,
      All who linger, all who fall.

Chorus

    Sing it o’er and o’er again: 
      Christ receiveth sinful men;
    Make the message clear and plain: 
      Christ receiveth sinful men.

    Come, and He will give you rest;
      Trust Him, for His word is plain;
    He will take the sinfulest;
      Christ receiveth sinful men.

    Christ receiveth sinful men,
      Even me with all my sin;
    Purged from ev’ry spot and stain,
      Heav’n with Him I enter in.

Some Day the Silver Cord will break

    Some day the silver cord will break,
      And I no more as now shall sing;
    But, O, the joy when I shall wake
      Within the palace of the King!

    And I shall see Him face to face,
    And tell the story—­Saved by grace.

    Some day my earthly house will fall,
      I cannot tell how soon ’twill be,
    But this I know—­my All in All
      Has now a place in heaven for me.

    Some day; till then I’ll watch and wait,
      My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
    That when my Saviour ope’s the gate. 
      My soul to Him may take its flight.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loos’d the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;

                    His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps;

                    His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel;

                    Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat,
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet! 

                    Our God is marching on.

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