Moving to Heaven

When death comes, God will move me to a home in heaven, a home that's being prepared for me.
Jesus is building this home for me, and I will soon see this home, a home that's free!

I will take nothing with me, as the death angel and I leave this old world behind.
For I will have everything that I need in heaven, things, that I would have never had on my mind.

I'll never have to worry about bills, sickness, pains, or any kind of despair.
Jesus has furnished all of heaven, so there shall never be a problem there.

I'll never need a car which often has the need to be repaired,
With God's power, I think of where I want to be in heaven, I'm there!

In heaven,I will never have to buy clothes, shoes, or anything else to wear,
For I will be robed in God's righteousness and clothed in His care.

I will never have to worry about losing anyone that becomes my friend,
For everyone in heaven will be family, so friendships will never end.

A broken heart and sadness will be something that I will never have to experience again,
For there will be no broken hearts or sadness in heaven and heaven will never have an end.

You Before Me

The love song of the Savior is "you before me"
To the extent of His choice to die on a tree
For the sins of all people, oh how can this be
A love that's so sweet, exceeding eternity.

What love is displayed as earth clutches His knees
Bowed down in the garden, to the Father He pleads
A way out if desired, all angels would lead
But Christ weeps at a heaven without you and me.

Eternity past witnessed complete harmony
Only now to be broken in Gethsemane
Oh why, Son of David, for this ungrateful breed
Would you bear guilt, so heavy, to set captives free?

If only a fraction of the cost we could see
Sin crushing the life of our Omnipotent King
Even greater the fact that He bled willingly
Might then sin be vile to God's worst enemies?

But this is the love that exceeds eternity
When Christ laid down His life singing "you before me"
Oh God You are forever exalted as He
Who prized us more than His own life, let us sing!

Made Precious Silver

Give so it may be given unto you,
The measure that you give is what you’ll get.
Tamped down and pressed together it is true,
With favor, a just weight you won’t regret.
Approaching God, I’ve nothing of my own
Except a will that’s free to accept Him.
My Savior’s gifts are not to me a loan,
They are much more than baubles with their trim.
Aside the Son of Man His glory laid,
According to His riches my soul lives.
By God’s own Son is intercession made
For me to God the Father who forgives.
Jesus paid for my sins fully on the cross,
I’m made precious silver, purified from dross.

Glory Awaits Us

The trials are many, and enemies are great,
But glory awaits us, just beyond the gate.
Eternal life, its free and can’t be earned,
But other things to work for are discerned.

The scripture speaks, and saints have often heard,
Of those who honor God in deed and word,
Commended greatly for the race they’ve run,
Crowned at last and blessed with a “well done.”

Those who are saved but selfish, shall survive,
To heavens joys, by grace they shall arrive,
But their life on earth, it’s deemed a waste,
The things they loved and lived for are erased.

If in our generation we are wise,
To faithfulness and fruit, we shall arise,
All our time and talent to invest,
That our life and work may pass the test.

A chance to serve this earthly life affords,
A faithful life our gracious God rewards.
To serve him and walk faithfully each day,
Leads to blessedness along the way.

Despair Not

Hearts, do not despair in your sorrow.
Beware in your sorrow of sinning.
Hope from God’s promises tomorrow;
For death is for life the beginning.

Bodies that are shrouded in mourning;
Emblems of hope that are not spoken;
The garland, the caskets’ adorning;
And death’s power is ever broken.

A dearly Beloved One has left us;
Though He will not leave us forsaken.
God, in His Wisdom, confounded us;
Now we know the dead will awaken.

When dawn comes, the glorious ‘morrow;
A glorified form shall be given.
This body that we view back with sorrow,
Returned His Life to Heaven.

The seed that in springtime was planted;
A measure of sunshine and showers;
Hiding in the ugly dirt-filled ground;
Now, springs into beautiful flowers.

A gift to the churchyard we enter;
Returning our clay to its’ Maker;
As dust to dust we will surrender;
As we lay to rest in God’s acres.

Our souls who in our bodies abide;
Our souls that had longed for salvation;
Now, our souls who in Jesus confides;
Finally, finding hope’s consummation.

Earth, we now consign to your keeping;
In peace to await resurrection
This body with sorrow and weeping
Will soon arise in all perfection.

Dear Christ, our souls’ Maker and Lover,
You have closed the grave’s mournful story.
When time and earth’s travails are over,
You call Your Own to perfect glory.

Your Light Divine

Awake my soul, and with God’s Son
Shake off all my sin and arise.
By His Grace my life’s race is run;
Because of Your pure sacrifice.

Your influence of Light Divine
Reflects Heaven’s propitious ways.
Light Your Light to forever shine
Our ardent love and cheerful praise.

I wake and lift my joyful heart
To You I unwearied will sing,
While Your angels sing their own part
High praises to our Lord and King.

All praise to You; my safety’s kept;
Then when from death I shall awake;
Refreshed from chaos while I slept
So Your endless Light I’ll partake.

Lord, Heaven’s wherever You are;
Apart from You is hell to me.
Dear Lord, never from me depart;
Even one moment gone from Thee.

Direct, control, and guide my way;
Take all my sins with all their might;
That all I design, do, or say
In Your sole glory I’ll unite.

If I do not wake or rise again;
And You are not there to be enjoyed;
Heaven, itself, would I distain
And all hymns would not be employed.

Angel Voices

Angel voices ever singing
Your brilliant thrones of light.
Angel’s harps forever ringing;
Never resting day or the night.

You’re beyond what my eyes can scan;
Yet, I know that You’re always near;
Listening to songs of sinful men,
While all my needs You gladly bear.

Lord, I know Your Love rejoices
Over each of my acts of love;
Making my ears, hands, and voice,
For Your designed pleasure above.