Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says, "Come!" and there's our home,
Forever, O forever.


Over the Line

O tender and sweet was the Master's voice
As he lovingly call'd to me,
"Come over the line, it is only a step--
I am waiting my child, for thee."


_Refrain_

"Over the line," hear the sweet refrain,
Angels are chanting the heavenly strain:
"Over the line,"--Why should I remain
With a step between me and Jesus?

But my sins are many, my faith is small,
Lo! the answer came quick and clear;
"Thou needest not trust in thyself at all,
Step over the line, I am here."

But my flesh is weak, I tearfully said,
And the way I cannot see;
I fear if I try I may sadly fail,
And thus may dishonor Thee.