Gathered Home

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds along the fertile fields
For grain will grow from what you sow, and fruitful harvest yield
And day by day, along your way, the seeds of promise cast
So ripened grain from hill and plain might be gathered home at last

Home, home, gathered home at last

Though sown in tears through weary years, the seed will surely live;
Though great the cost, it is not lost, for God the fruit will give
And day by day along your way, the seeds of promise cast
So ripened grain from hill and plain might be gathered home at last

Home, home, gathered home at last
Home, home, gathered home at last

The harvest home of God will come, and after toil and care,
With joy untold your sheaves of gold will all be garnered there.
So day by day, along your way, the seeds of promise cast
And ripened grain from hill and plain will be gathered home at last

Home, home, gathered home at last; home, home, gathered home at last
Home, home, gathered home; gathered home, gathered home at last

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, and it may come to pass
That the love that you sow will continue to grow
‘Til we’re gathered home at last


Arr. Gregory J. Yoder © 2013

Shelter in the Time of Storm

The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

A shade by day, defense by night,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes afright,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thou our Helper ever near,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
O, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A Shelter in the time of storm.


Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

Guide My Feet

At twenty-five I try to have my life put together
Like a good job, a house, husband or wife or whatever
But life’s a puzzle like the ones from the thrift store,
It’s a gift, but you sift through the pieces scattered on the floor
Puzzle detective, you can call me Ace
Puzzle directive, get every piece in place
This puzzle’s defective...No, I’m just trying to save face
I need some help while i’m running this race

Guide my feet, while I run this race, for I don’t want to run this race in vain...

Life can sure shooty-sharn rain on your parade
And you can come oh-so-close and still miss making the grade
But I made a trade, swapped grades for spades,
Now I’m digging furrows and burrowing back into those warm cliches
Back into the dirt in which we played, in which we were grown
Back into the dirt in which we were raised, in which we found a home
When we were kids it was all about laughing and singing
Bees buzzing and stinging, phones actually ringing
And if you hurt, just cover it up, slap a band-aid on,
Get back outside, be tough, not much else can be done
Now, surrounded by dirt, dirt all around,
Dirt on my shirt, shirt on the ground, dirt on the ground, dirt IS the ground
And I’m grounded in the dirt, reverting to inert dirt, into which I insert all my worst hurt, I bury it
Like Jesus in a tomb, buried in Mary’s womb,
Very soon it bursts forth, the hurt in full bloom
Resurrected, still connected to the pain
But redirected by the rain and the face of the Son
The soil is love, sisters and brothers, and the race we run on

Guide my feet, while I run this race, for I don’t want to run this race in vain...

At eighty-five my grandma pulls a puzzle from the shelf
Lays the pieces on the table, because she’s able, and does it herself
Looks up from her work, sees my Grandpa sleeping in his chair
Shakes her head, six months already he hasn’t been there
“I don’t feel eighty-five”...well, Grandma, it’s because you aren’t
You’ve lived your life so well, given so much, got so much love in your heart
You’re just a kid, like me, playing, dirt and grass stains on your knees
Our races still just getting started, so God, please guide our feet


© 2013 Gregory J. Yoder

O Holy Spirit

O holy spirit, come to me
And take me for thine own
Come with thy power and with thy grace
And make my heart thy home

O holy spirit dwell in me
And cleanse my heart from sin
Redeem from every guilt and stain
O make me pure within

 O for a heart of calm repose amid the world’s loud roar
A life that like a river flows along a peaceful shore

O holy spirit quicken me
And set my soul aflame
Urge me to magnify the Lord
And thus, proclaim His name

Above these scenes of storm and strife there spreads a region fair
Give me to live that higher life and breathe that heavenly air

Come holy spirit
Breathe that peace
That victory make me win
Then shall my soul her conflict cease,
find a heav’n within

O holy spirit lead thou me
Along life’s rugged road
Lead me until I reach my home
With Christ, my Lord, my God



Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

Oh Love, How Deep

Oh love, how deep, how broad, how high!
It fills the heart with ecstasy,
that God, the Son of God, should take
our mortal form for mortals’ sake.

For us he was baptized and bore
his holy fast, and hungered sore.
For us temptation sharp he knew,
for us the tempter overthrow.

For us he prayed, for us he taught,
for us his daily works he wrought
by words and signs and actions thus
still seeking not himself, but us.

For us to wicked hands betrayed,
scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
he bore the shameful cross and death,
for us a length gave up his breath.

Eternal glory to our God
for love so deep, so high, so broad;
the Trinity whom we adore
forever and forevermore.


Arr. Gregory J. Yoder © 2013

A Psalm

Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above ye heavn’ly hosts;
Praise the Father, and the Son, the Holy Ghost.

For you are good, and your love endures
You keep me safe from harm.
The waves may crash, the oceans may roar
But I will follow you, my God

For why? the Lord our God is good.
His mercy is forever sure.
His truth at all times firmly stood,
and shall from age to age endure.

For you are good, and your love endures
You keep me safe from harm.
The waves may crash, the oceans may roar
But I will follow you, my God

We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
high as the heav’ns our voices raise,
and earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

For you are good, and your love endures
You keep me safe from harm.
The waves may crash, the oceans may roar
But I will follow you, my God


Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman and Mitchell R. Yoder © 2013

At the Cross

At the cross her vigil keeping
Stood the mournful mother weeping
Where he hung, the dying Lord
Through her soul of joy bereaved
Bowed with sorrow deeply grieved
Passed the sharp and piercing sword
Passed the sharp and piercing sword

Who upon that mother gazing
In her anguish so amazing
Born of woman, would not weep?
Who of Christ’s dear mother thinking,
While her son that cup is drinking,
Would not share her sorrow deep?
Would not share her sorrow deep?

Near your cross, O Christ, abiding,
Grief and love my heart dividing,
I with her would take my place
By your saving cross uphold me,
In your dying, Christ, enfold me,
With the deathless arms of grace.
With the deathless arms of grace.


Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

Come Down, O Love Divine

Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

Blessed be the tie that binds our heart and soul and mind

And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling;
For none can guess its grace, till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.

Blessed be the tie that binds our heart and soul and mind

 

Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

It Is Well

When peace like the Shenandoah, comes to attend my way
When sorrows rage like sea billows roll
Whatever comes, my Savior, you have taught me to say
“Oh, it is well, it is well with my soul

It is well (it is well); It is oh so well with my soul; Oh, with my soul

Though evil’s all around me, and troubles and trials come
Let this blessed assurance be control
That Jesus has regarded my helpless and hurt estate
And has shed his own blood for my soul

It is well (it is well); It is oh so well with my soul; Oh, with my soul
It is well (it is well); It is oh so well with my soul; Oh, with my soul

The Lord is our patient Shepherd, and we shall not be in want
He’s watering our hearts, and he’s feeding our souls
Even through the darkest valleys, or up on the mountain high
Your mercy and love pursue us, oh dear Lord

It is well (it is well); It is oh so well with my soul; Oh, with my soul


Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

I Have Decided

I have decided to follow Jesus;
I have decided to follow Jesus;
I have decided to follow Jesus;
No turning back, no turning back.

The world behind me, the cross before me;
The world behind me, the cross before me;
The world behind me, the cross before me;
No turning back, no turning back.

Though none go with me, still I will follow;
Though none go with me, still I will follow;
Though none go with me, still I will follow;
No turning back, no turning back.

Will you decide now to follow Jesus?
Will you decide now to follow Jesus?
Will you decide now to follow Jesus?
No turning back, no turning back.

 

Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013

Where He Leads Me

I can hear my savior calling...
Take your cross and follow me

In our joy and in our sorrow...
He’ll go with you all the way

Where he leads me, I will follow
Where he leads me, I will go
Where he leads me, I will follow
I’ll go with him all the way
All the way

I’ll go with him in the judgment...
I’ll go with him all the way

Where he leads me, I will follow
Where he leads me, I will go
Where he leads me, I will follow
I’ll go with him all the way
All the way

He will lead me into glory...
And go with me all the way

Where he leads me, I will follow
Where he leads me, I will go
Where he leads me, I will follow
I’ll go with him all the way
All the way


Arr. Seth Thomas Crissman © 2013