Charles W. Fry

The Lily of the Valley




I have found a friend in Jesus,
He's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
the Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
all I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.

Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
in temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
from my heart, and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempts me sore,
through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.

Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
while I live by faith and do His blessed will;
a wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
with His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory, to see His blessed face,
where rivers of delight shall ever roll.

Refrain:
He's the Lily of the Valley,
the Bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

The Lily of the Valley was written by Charles W. Fry, 1837 - 1882.

I think this song shows how you can give Him all of your troubles and lean on him.

Philip P. Bliss

Hallelujah, What a Savior!

Man of Sorrows! what a name,
For the Son of God, who came,
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Written by Philip P. Bliss, 1835 - 1876.

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Christ Arose ! !

Christ Arose
 
Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus:
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus:
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey,
Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!

Chorus:
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Written by Robert Lowry, 1826 - 1899.