In the gift, behold the giver
Deeds perpetuate a thought,
Let us hasten to deliver
What can never be forgot.
Offer “oil of joy” for sadness,
Speed a brother on his way,
Fill some fainting heart with gladness;
Scatter sunshine while we may.
Hear the songs of praise ascending!
Breathe the music laden air!
Grateful melodies are blending,
With the heav’nward winging prayer;
Deaf the ear that will not harken
To the tale they sweetly tell,
“What though earthly skies may darken,
God is doing all things well.”
THE MESSAGE SO SWEET.
There is nothing can be half so precious to me,
When my spirit by care is oppressed;
As the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:—
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”
Jesus leads me aright, turneth darkness to light,
Sheds the halo of peace o’er my breast
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat;—
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”
He is calling to me, His salvation is free,
Shall I linger, weak, sinful, distressed?
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:—
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”
He is calling me now, in His presence I bow,
All His love and His goodness confessed
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:—
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”
I will work, I will sing, for my Saviour, my King;
And of gifts I will bring Him the best;
Oh, the message so sweet, it is bliss to repeat:—
“Come, come unto me, and rest.”