What a joy, what a blessing,
When we shall hear the Master say,
“Come, ye blessed of My Father,”
Rest until the Perfect Day.
Rest from cares, from frets and labor;
Thou has walked the narrow way;
Rest till the time on earth is finished—
Rest until the Perfect Day.
When all the saints are gathered together,
And all in spotless robes’ array,
Then around the throne praise God forever,
Will this not be the Perfect Day?
[THE CROSS OF CALVARY]
On yonder mountain upon the cross,
A Man died to save the lost.
O, there He hung in agony,
Upon the Cross of Calvary.
When man was lost in wickedness
And this world a sin-cursed wilderness,
He gave His life for you and me,
Upon the Cross of Calvary.
O how the blood ran from His side,
O how He suffered before he died.
The nail prints in His hands I see,
Upon the Cross of Calvary.
The earth did shake while He hung there;
The sins of the world He had to bear.
Oh! draw me nearer and nearer to Thee,
O blessed Lamb of Calvary.
A crown of thorns they made Him wear,
The heavy cross they made Him bear.
That smiling face I long to see,
O Thou who died on Calvary.