Scripture Verse

It is a very small thing that I should be judged of you, or of man’s judgment. 1 Corinthians 4:3


Daniel W. Whittle (1840–1901)

Words: Da­ni­el W. Whit­tle, in The Gos­pel Choir No. 2, ed­it­ed by Ira D. San­key, James Mc­Gra­na­han & George C. Steb­bins (To­ron­to, Ca­na­da: Copp, Clark, 1895), num­ber 14. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as El Na­than, one of Whit­tle’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Ker­man James Mc­Gra­na­han (🔊 pdf nwc).

James McGranahan (1840–1907)



O joy­ful life, to live for God,
To feel His pre­sence near;
To feed up­on His pre­cious word,
And seek His face in pray­er;
To count it joy to be un­known,
Unseen by mor­tal eye,
Like flow­ers that bloom for Him alone,
Where none but God is nigh.

My Sav­ior, grant this grace to me,
That I for Thee may live,
And wholly give my­self to Thee,
As Thou for me didst give;
Deliver me from love of praise,
Man’s flat­te­ry or his fear;
Thy glo­ry keep be­fore my gaze,
That naught may charm me here.

In all I do, be this my thought,
My Mas­ter’s smile to gain;
All earth­ly hon­or count as naught,
And naught all earth­ly pain;
O be Thou near when morn­ing breaks,
To fill my soul with praise;
And as the sun his cir­cuit makes,
Shed light on all my ways.

O be Thou near at ev­en­tide,
When night is drawing nigh,
That peace may in my heart abide,
Though darkness veil the sky;
And when my task on earth is done,
O may I die to Thee,
And live where flow­ers im­mor­tal bloom
Through all eter­ni­ty.