HIGHER GROUND

          It is so sad to look back upon your life and realize that you've never reached your potential because you didn't fully apply yourself or set high enough goals for your life.  It is sad that many older people now live with this realization, but it is even more tragic when we see it happening to the younger generation, many of which have no goals and no motivation for living.  Similarly, it is disappointing to see a Christian fail to evidence spiritual growth of any kind. Scripture teaches that Christian maturity or Christlikeness is a process in which we advance from one level to the next, step by step. But the secret of such development is to have an intense desire to fulfill the purpose God has for our lives.  Unfortunately many believers never grow out of the infant stage. But this should not be the story for any true believer. This week's hymn choice expresses so well the desire for a deeper spiritual life, continuing on a higher plane of fellowship with God than we have ever before experienced. This hymn, penned by Johnson Oatman Jr. (1856-1922), has been a favorite with many Christians since it was first published in 1898. Born near Medford, New Jersey, Oatman became a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church when he was nineteen years of age. His father was an excellent singer and it always delighted the son to sit by his side and hear him sing the songs of the church. Soon he was licensed to preach and was ordained by his denomination, although he never actually pastored a church. In his early life, he was actively involved in the family's mercantile business, and, upon his father's death, entered the insurance business. In 1892, he started writing gospel songs, and, from then till his death, in 1922, he wrote approximately 3,000 gospel hymn texts. It is reported that Oatman generally averaged four to five new texts each week, throughout this period of his life, receiving no more than $1.00 for each of his songs. His texts were always in great demand by the leading gospel musicians of his day. 'Higher Ground' has been a favorite with many Christians since it was first published. It expresses so well this universal desire for a deeper spiritual life, continuing on a higher plane of fellowship with God, than we have ever before experienced.  How are you growing spiritually?  Do you have a daily thirst for His Word and for Him?  Are you pressing on the upward way each day, or have you grown content with where you are?  If that is the case, this week ask the Lord to renew your passion for Him and for spiritual things.  Set your spiritual goals high and press on to higher ground.

(1) I'm pressing on the upward way,

New heights I'm gaining every day;

Still praying as I'm onward bound,

"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."

      Lord, lift me up and let me stand

By faith on heaven's tableland,

A higher plane than I have found:

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

      

(2) My heart has no desire to stay

Where doubts arise and fears dismay;

Though some may dwell where these abound,

My prayer, my aim is higher ground.

  Lord, lift me up and let me stand

By faith on heaven's tableland,

A higher plane than I have found:

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

           

(3) I want to live above the world,

Though Satan's darts at me are hurled;

For faith has caught the joyful sound,

The song of saints on higher ground.

  Lord, lift me up and let me stand

By faith on heaven's tableland,

A higher plane than I have found:

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

     

(4) I want to scale the utmost height

And catch a gleam of glory bright;

But still I'll pray, 'til heaven I've found

"Lord, lead me on to higher ground."

  Lord, lift me up and let me stand

By faith on heaven's tableland,

A higher plane than I have found:

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

      

Listen to it being sung here.    LISTEN

WE HAVE AN ANCHOR

        I am not a sailor and have very seldom been at sea or in a boat.  I prefer to be on dry land. However I have ridden in a few ferry boats such as the Staten Island Ferry.  Years ago we were on a ferry boat going to Dog Island off the coast of Florida when a mild storm came upon us.  We did go through some very nasty waves and the boat rocked, but we were never in danger.  However, I have seen movies and read books about severe storms at sea and I am sure that I never want to experience that. So I can't say that I understand what a real storm at sea is really like, but it must be a very dangerous and scary experience.  However, all of us have experienced the storms of life which come upon us, often very unexpectedly.  Some are mild while many are strong and severe and at times we wonder if we can even avoid drowning.  But the child of God does have an anchor that can keep us secure and steadfast as the billows and waves roll.  In fact, Hebrews 6:19 reminds us that ""We have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast..."  And that anchor is Jesus, the one who demonstrated control over the elements when He was here on earth."  It was this verse from Hebrews that is said to have inspired the author of this week's hymn choice to pen the words of this hymn.  Priscilla Owens (1829–1907) was a public school teacher in Baltimore for 49 years. She also was a Sunday school teacher at the Union Square Methodist Episcopal Church in Baltimore. She wrote a number of hymns and songs for her pupils and this is the best one still known today.  The music was written by William Kirkpatrick (1838–1921) of Philadelphia who was a member of the same denomination as Owens.  He was a prolific writer of hymn tunes and compiler of hymn collections.  I am told that this hymn is closely associated with the Boys' Brigade which has the motto, "Sure and Stedfast"  Are you experiencing the storms of life right now in your life?  Maybe it is a health issue, or a job or financial issue, or problems with a spouse or family member, or feelings of inadequacy or loneliness, or fears about tomorrow.  The believer is not immune to these difficult issues and at times our "cables strain".  But remember, if you are the Lords, you are fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.  No storm is too difficult for Him to handle.  Put your trust  in Him.

                                (1)     Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,

When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?

When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,

Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,

Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.

(2)     It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand,

For 'tis well secured by the Savior's hand;

And the cables passed from His heart to mine,

Can defy the blast, through strength divine.

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,

Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.

(3)     It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,

When the breakers have told the reef is near;

Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,

Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,

Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.

(4)     It will surely hold in the floods of death,

When the waters cold chill our latest breath;

On the rising tide it can never fail,

While our hopes abide within the veil.

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,

Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.

Listen to it here.    LISTEN

SO SEND I YOU

          While growing up it was common in our church to have week long missionary conferences each year, usually with a different visiting missionary each night.  And it was common during these meetings to sing the few missionary hymns that were in our hymnal.  I often thought that this probably wasn't fair to the visiting missionaries who probably seldom had a chance to sing other hymns.  But one of those missionary hymns that was sung regularly was "So Send I You". This hymn has been labeled by many evangelical leaders as the finest missionary hymn of the twentieth century. It was first published in 1954 after having been written sixteen years earlier by a Canadian school teacher, Margaret Clarkson (1915-2008). Clarkson was a teacher in a gold-mining camp in northern Ontario, Canada. It was a lonely life for this woman, but she also knew that this is where God wanted her to serve Him. She had a great desire to be a missionary on a foreign field but because of her health was unable to go. One day she was reading John 20:21, "Peace be unto you: as my Father hath sent me, even so send I you." While meditating on this verse she wrote the words to this hymn.  She said "I spent seven years in the north. I experienced loneliness of every kind; mental, cultural, but particularly spiritual, for in all of those seven years I never found real Christian fellowship – churches were modern and born-again Christians almost nonexistent."   Now that background helps explain the words of this hymn.  But there is more to the story than I ever knew until I looked into Clarkson's history. And I will share that with you following the words of the original song.

So send I you to labour unrewarded

To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown

To bear rebuke, ot suffer scorn and scoffing

So send I you to toil for Me alone

So send I you to bind the bruised and broken

Over wandering souls to work, to weep, to wake

To bear the burdens of a world a-weary

So send I you to suffer for My sake

So send I you to loneliness and longing

With hart a-hungering for the loved and known

Forsaking kin and kindred, friend and dear one

So send I you to know My love alone

So send I you to leave your life's ambition

To die to dear desire, self-will resign

To labour long, and love where men revile you

So send I you to lose you life in Mine

So send I you to hearts made hard by hatred

To eyes made blind because they will not see

To spend, though it be blood to spend and spare not

So send I you to taste of Calvary

"As the Father hath sent me, so send I you"

Now here is the part of the story that I found very interesting. According to Clarkson "Some years later [in 1963 - after more life-experience and contact with real missionaries] I realized that the poem was really very one-sided; it told only of the sorrows and privations of the missionary call and none of its triumphs. [So,] I wrote another song in the same rhythm so that verses could be used interchangeably, setting forth the glory and the hope of the missionary calling. This was published in 1963. Above all I wish to be a biblical writer, and the second hymn is the more biblical one." Unfortunately the original hymn words were already accepted into widely distributed printed hymnals. Few know of her change of heart and change of words, though she would prefer the latter to be the more popular version.

So send I you-by grace made strong to triumph

O'er hosts of hell, o'er darkness, death, and sin,

My name to bear, and in that name to conquer-

So send I you, my victory to win.

So send I you-to take to souls in bondage

The word of truth that sets the captive free,

To break the bonds of sin, to loose death's fetters-

So send I you, to bring the lost to me.

So send I you-my strength to know in weakness,

My joy in grief, my perfect peace in pain,

To prove My power, My grace, My promised presence-

So send I you, eternal fruit to gain.

So send I you-to bear My cross with patience,

And then one day with joy to lay it down,

To hear My voice, "well done, My faithful servant-

Come, share My throne, My kingdom, and My crown!"

"As the Father hath sent Me, so send I you."

You can listen to the original words here.   LISTEN

O MASTER LET ME WALK WITH THEE

       For many years I have enjoyed walking. While lately most of it has been in malls or in our church, because of my physical limitations, I have especially enjoyed times of walking on nature paths or around town, especially in my hometown of Lititz.  And most of my walks have been with Jesus.  Now not physically, as exciting as that would be, but spiritually as I talk to him in prayer.  And those times together are very special times.  Actually the Bible often talks about our need to walk with Him throughout our lives.   Micah 6:8, "What does the Lord require of you?  To walk justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."  And this week's hymn choice by William Gladden (1836-1918) is a prayer talking about this daily walk. In verse one, we ask for for the privilege of walking with Christ "in lowly paths of service." We want to understand the "secret" of how we, as we serve Christ and others, can "bear the strain of toil, the fret of care."  In stanza two, we ask for sensitivity toward "the slow of heart", those who do not recognize the wisdom offered by the Master. We ask to be taught how to guide those with "wayward feet" along "the homeward way."   The third verse turns inward, as we request to be taught "thy patience" so that we may dwell with Christ "in closer, dearer company." Our labor will maintain a "faith [that is] sweet and strong" and our "trust" in the Master will help us "triumph over wrong." In the final stanza, we look "far down the future's broadening way" with "hope" and therefore have "peace" that only the Master "canst give" when we dwell with him. This hymn was published in 1879 in three eight-line stanzas in Sunday Afternoon, a magazine prepared by the author, under the title "Walking with God."  But over the years it has been changed to its present form of four verses and paired with the Victorian tune Maryton.  The author, Washington Gladden, was actually a controversial 19th century clergyman of the Congregational Church.  He was a preacher unafraid of a good fight.  For a period of time, he served as editor of the New York Independent newspaper, and his editorials were credited with starting the investigation that sent the notorious Boss Tweed to jail.  Gladden was especially interested in labor disputes, and got involved in a number of strikes, not to encourage them, but to negotiate peaceful settlements. He sparked controversy when he opposed the acceptance of a $100,000 donation to his denomination by John D. Rockefeller.  "Tainted money," he called it, because of Rockefeller's business policies.  But throughout his ministry he emphasized applying the gospel to life in America.  And there has been no controversy associated with Gladden's hymn which  expresses in simple language what we all feel, a need to walk with God, to feel God's presence and to have Him help us through the tough struggles of life.  Make this your prayer this week as you meditate on these words and as you walk with Him. . Just like the hymn, make your reaction and conclusion be "With Thee, O Master, let me live."

1.     O Master, let me walk with Thee,

In lowly paths of service free;

Tell me Thy secret; help me bear

The strain of toil, the fret of care.

2.     Help me the slow of heart to move,

By some clear, winning word of love;

Teach me the wayward feet to stay,

And guide them in the homeward way.

3.     Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee

In closer, dearer, company,

In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,

In trust that triumphs over wrong.

4.     In hope that sends a shining ray

Far down the future’s broadening way,

In peace that only Thou canst give,

With Thee, O Master, let me live.

You can listen to it here.   LISTEN

THANK YOU!

The last hymn blog posted here was actually the 400th which I have written since I began this writing journey in 2008.  This blog was started as a hobby and I never expected that it would turn into a ministry that would attract 700 - 800 readers, like you, each week.  I am just an amateur researcher and writer, a retired math teacher, who wants to be used by the Lord in his senior years.  I pray that what I share may challenge and encourage you in your Christian walk.  When it does, I always appreciate comments which you may leave for me.  Thank you for faithfully visiting here each week and for sharing this site with others.  May the Lord bless you!

ARISE MY SOUL ARISE

           For centuries believers have been challenged and encouraged by the hymns of Charles Wesley (1707-1788).   Some believe that he wrote over  6,500 hymns, many of which are still known and sung today.  Others say at least 5,000.  There are those who say that when you take both the quantity and quality of his hymns into consideration that he may be the greatest hymn writer of all times.  Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley.  He was educated at Westminster School and afterwards at Christ Church in Oxford, where he graduated with an M.A.   In 1735, he went with his brother John to Georgia where they were employed as missionaries. He returned to England in 1736 and for many years he engaged with his brother in preaching the Gospel. On April 8, 1749, he married Miss Sarah Gwynne.  They had four sons and a daughter.  Of all the hymns which he penned, I personally feel that this week's hymn choice, "Arise, My Soul, Arise" is one of the greatest.  It was first entitled "Behold the Man" and published in 1742 in a collection entitled Hymns and Sacred Poems. The words focus on the assurance we find in Christ's once-for-all sacrifice for us, his forgiveness of our sins, and his continual intercession with the Father on our behalf. Wesley alludes to numerous Scripture passages, many from the book of Hebrews, including 10:19-23: "Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, the new and living way that he opened to us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great high priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience..."  Also Romans 8:34,  "Christ Jesus … is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us."  The hymn begins by reminding us to shake off our guilty fears because Jesus, the bleeding sacrifice, stands for us before the throne of God.  And with his blood atoned for all of our sins, He intercedes for us.  The Father hears Him pray for us and we are reconciled, not because of anything we could have done, but because of the blood of Christ shed for each of us.  And, as a result of His interceding, we are His child and we can draw nigh to Him without any fear.  Amazing, miraculous, profound, comforting and true.  I think that if you spend some time this week meditating on the truth and power of Wesley's words, you will develop a stronger understanding and appreciation of what Jesus Christ has done for you.  Then you can join in singing, "with confidence I now draw nigh, and "Father, Abba, Father," cry."

1.     Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:

Before the throne my surety stands,

Before the throne my surety stands,

My name is written on His hands.

2.     He ever lives above, for me to intercede;

His all redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead:

His blood atoned for all our sins,

His blood atoned for all our sins,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3.     Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:

"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,

"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,

"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"

4.      The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;

He cannot turn away, the presence of His Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

5.     My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;

He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.

I love this version of this great hymn.  Take time to listen to it this week.   LISTEN

THE BEAUTIFUL GARDEN OF PRAYER

         You need to see your doctor, but he is on vacation and not available.  You need to consult a surgeon but the first available appointment is three months away.  You want to talk to a friend but it is the middle of the night and you don't want to wake him.  Been there, experienced all those situations.  And it can be discouraging.  But there is one who is always there, 24/7.  He never goes on vacation and He wants to listen and answer.  And He is the only one who can really help our need.  Of course, I am talking about the Lord Jesus Christ.  What a wonderful gift of prayer He has given us and so often we fail to use it to share with Him our needs and the needs of others.  And probably even worse, we often get so involved in our needs that we fail to praise Him and thank Him.  Because of two recent operations, I have had much time lately to share with Him, at all hours of the day and night.  They been refreshing times, maybe even like walking with Him through a beautiful garden on a cool clear day.  We don't know much at all about the author of the lyrics of this week's hymn choice, Eleanor Allen Schroll, 1878-1966.  However she lived in a city with a view of a busy street in front of her and roofs and chimneys behind her.  I have to imagine that she may have been a prayer warrior and despite the views out her window, she could envision spending time with the Savior in a beautiful garden, a garden of prayer.  Maybe she received some inspiration from the story of Christ praying in the garden.  "They came to a place named Gethsemane, and He said to His disciples, Sit here while I pray." Mark 14:32.  We really don't know what caused her to write about a garden of prayer.  The tune to this hymn was composed by James Henry Fillmore (1849-1936), a well-known music publisher among churches of Christ and Christian Churches in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century.  What a refreshing thought to know that Jesus is always waiting for us to share in prayer and that we can go to Him with our burdens and care.  And He will comfort us, any day, any time.  He bids us to come.  Obviously the figurative language is used throughout the song to help us appreciate better the benefits that are available to us in prayer. Thus, we should seek to go as often as we possibly can to "The Beautiful Garden Of Prayer."

1.     There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,

There's a place that is wondrously fair;

For it glows with the light of His presence,

'Tis that beautiful garden of prayer. 

Refrain:

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,

Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer;

There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates

To the beautiful garden of prayer. 

2.    There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,

And I go with my burden and care

Just to learn from His lips words of comfort,

In the beautiful garden of prayer. 

Refrain:

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,

Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer;

There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates

To the beautiful garden of prayer. 

3.    There's a garden where Jesus is waiting,

And He bids you to come meet Him there;

Just to bow, and receive a new blessing,

In the beautiful garden of prayer. 

Refrain:

Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer,

Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer;

There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates

To the beautiful garden of prayer. 

Listen to it here.   LISTEN

JESUS NEVER FAILS

          I imagine each of us have experienced the disappointment of being left down by friends.  We have three different friends who were going to help us with different projects at our house.  All three showed up and started the work, promised to return to finish the jobs, but never did.  Because of our heart problems we could not remove snow this winter.  A friend promised to do it for us, but he never showed up to do so.  Friends usually mean well, but they often forget. I guess disappointments are to be expected at times when we depend on the word of humans.  And this week's choice begins with that reminder, "earthly friends may prove untrue".  But fortunately there is "One still loves and cares for you, one who will not fail."  Yes, Jesus never fails.  The author, A. A. Luther, as a child had a burning desire to be a foreign missionary, but that never happened.  Instead the Lord used him to write this simple song which has encouraged millions around the world.  The song was written at Somerset, Kentucky, while he was there with an evangelistic team.  Luther  received a telegram telling him of his son's illness and being rushed to a hospital. There was nothing he could do, no way possible to even get to his son who was 600 miles away.   Worried and homesick, he sat down at a piano and as his "fingers wandered idly", a simple melody developed and the words and the music of the chorus were born.  Afterwards, according to Luther  "When I finished, a peace had settled over my anxious heart. I knew the God who never fails would find the answer and He did, for just then there was a knock at the door and someone came with the news. Word had just been received over the telegraph wire that my son had passed the crisis and all was well."  While Luther thought his simple song was just for him, others heard it and soon it was being used all over the world.  People needed the simple message that Jesus never fails.  "Heaven and earth may pass away, but Jesus never fails!"   And today we need the same reminder that He is with His children, no matter how "fierce and strong the gale".  He loves us.  He has promised to never leave us - "He is near".  And he has never failed us, and never will.  Be encouraged by this reminder this week.

1. Earthly friends may prove untrue, 

doubts and fears assail;

One still loves and cares for you, 

one who will not fail.

Jesus never fails, 

Jesus never fails; 

Heav'n and earth may pass away, 

but Jesus never fails.

2. Tho' the sky be dark and drear, 

fierce and strong the gale,

Just remember He is near, 

and He will not fail.

Jesus never fails, 

Jesus never fails; 

Heav'n and earth may pass away, 

but Jesus never fails.

3. In life's dark and bitter hour 

love will still prevail,

Trust His everlasting pow'r

Jesus never fails.

Jesus never fails, 

Heav'n and earth may pass away, 

but Jesus never fails.

I have had difficulty finding a video of this song because there is a newer one with the same title that contemporary groups are singing today.  So the choice I give you is not a great one, but it is the best that I could find.   LISTEN

AFTER

          As a parent can you imagine the fear and stress that you would face if your son suddenly ran to you hysterically yelling that his brother had been hit by a car?  That is exactly what happened to Napoleon B. Vandall (1896-1970) one evening while he was reading the newspaper and waiting for his wife to call the family for dinner.  Vandall rushed outside to find that his son who was playing between the sidewalk and the curb had been hit by a car whose driver had lost control.  He had been dragged up the street, was covered with blood and was unable to speak.  He was taken unconscious to the hospital where he was diagnosed with a brain concussion, a broken leg, a separated shoulder, and a broken collar bone. The surgeon did not have much hope for his survival.  Vandall replied "Doctor, I am sure you will do the very best you can, but you hold out so little hope. I am a World War veteran, having served with the Marines for almost two years, and I've seen some hard things - they said I was tough. But I'm a Christian minister now, and this is my boy and you offer no hope. Please let me stand by and hold his hand and pray while you do what has to be done." The doctor looked him over and then granted his request. For one hour and fifteen minutes, he held on in prayer while they cleaned and sewed up the head wounds. Then they set the broken bones. No opiates were given because of his heart condition. The doctor said, "His heart cannot stand any more and may stop at any time."  Wearily Vandall headed home to comfort his wife.  He then fell on his knees and tried to pray, but words would not come. He remembered saying only, "Oh, God!" He said that hardly had those words been uttered when God came. It seemed to him that Jesus knelt by his side and he could feel His arms around him as He said, "Never mind, my child. Your home will be visited with tribulation and sorrow, but in the afterwards to come, these things shall not be. Your home is in heaven, where tears shall be wiped away."  He then made his way to the piano where he wrote the beautiful song "After"  Incidentally his son did eventually recover.  Vandall's song reminds me of the verse Psalm 30:5, "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."  Life can be tough and we often struggle with the cares and toil of everyday living.  Sometimes there seems to be no hope for the problems of the world that we live in.  But Christians do have the hope that one day these troubles nd sorrows will be over and we will see Jesus face to face.  I recently faced the unknown as I was scheduled for open heart surgery.  I really didn't want to leave my family, but I had peace knowing that after this life there is something much better.  May that knowledge and hope fill your heart as you face the toil and heat of the day during the coming week.  Meditate upon and claim these words this week.

1.     After the toil and the heat of the day, 

After my troubles are past, 

After the sorrows are taken away, 

I shall see Jesus at last. 

He will be waiting for me, Jesus, so kind and true. 

On His beautiful throne He will welcome me home 

After the Day is through. 

2.     After the heartaches and sighing shall cease, 

After the cold winter's blast, 

After the conflict comes glorious peace: 

I shall see Jesus at last. 

He will be waiting for me, Jesus, so kind and true. 

On His beautiful throne He will welcome me home 

After the Day is through. 

3.      After the shadows of evening shall fall, 

After my anchor is cast. 

After I list to my glorious peace, 

I shall see Jesus at last. 

He will be waiting for me, Jesus, so kind and true. 

On His beautiful throne He will welcome me home 

After the Day is through. 

As is often the case with older hymns that are not well known, it is hard to find a viideo of them.  But here is one that at least shares the words and melody with 'you.    LISTEN