Morning Worship (Warren)

In the dawning of the morning,
How our hearts with praises swell,
When we think of God’s great goodness,
Which we here with rapture tell.
Oh, we love Him and adore Him—
Worship Him in song and prayer—
As we humbly wait before Him,
We His righteousness declare.

Mother’s Prayers Have Followed Me

I grieved my Lord from day to day,
I scorned His love so full and free,
And though I wandered far away,
My mother’s prayers have followed me.

O’er desert wild, o’er mountain high,
A wanderer I chose to be;
A wretched soul, condemned to die,
Still mother’s prayers have followed me.

He turned my darkness into light,
This blessed Christ of Calvary!
I’ll praise His name both day and night,
That mother’s prayers have followed me.

Refrain:

I’m coming home, I’m coming home,
To live my wasted life anew,
For mother’s prayers have followed me,
Have followed me the whole world through.

My Goal Is God Himself

So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by Him, my soul is foll’wing hard
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.

My Greatest Friend Is Jesus

My greatest friend is Jesus;
I cast on Him my care;
He bears it all so freely
In answer to my prayer.

Nothing Between

Nothing between, e’en many hard trials,
Though the whole world against me convene;
Watching with prayer and much self-denial—
Triumph at last, there’s nothing between.

O Lord, Thou Healest Me!

Where shall we look for help in affliction?
Or whither shall we send?
“The prayer of faith will save,” it is written,
’Tis truth till time shall end.

O Perfect Love

O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,
Lowly we kneel in prayer before Thy throne,
That theirs may be the love which knows no ending,
Whom Thou forevermore dost join in one.

O Zion, Haste

Give of thy sons to bear the message glorious;
Give of thy wealth to speed them on their way;
Pour out thy soul for them in prayer victorious;
And all thou spendest Jesus will repay.

Oh, Happy Home

Oh, happy home, whose little ones are given
Early to Thee in humble faith and prayer,
To Thee, their Friend, who from the heights of heaven
Guides them, and guards with more than mother’s care.

Oh, Let Us Sound the Praise

Oh, let us sound the praise
Which unto God belongs;
Our voices high we’ll raise
In prayer and grateful songs;
Oh, praise the Lord in unity,
For none hath done such works as He!