What Will It Be?
By Janice Gutenberg

What will the book of my life opened be
To Jesus, my master, when He judgeth me?
Will I obey His every command?
Does His cleansing blood cover all my sin?

While as a pilgrim I journey below
To others the story of Jesus I go
By living in Him, I count all things but loss
For Jesus, my saviour, who died on the cross.

Dear Lord in Heaven, before these I bow
A sinner I am; oh, be near me just now
Give strength by faith to follow thy way
For I want my home in heav’n on that day.


Oh, what will it be when Jesus I see?
A crown of life have I won?
Oh, where will I be in eternity?
Will He answer me, “Well done?”


Though Winds may Blow
By Janice Gutenberg

Though winds may blow to grieve my soul,
Yet, God is ever near.

Though rain may fall as trials call,
I know my Lord will hear.

He gives to each as we beseech
His loving voice to cheer;

Although winds blow to grieve your soul,
Yet, know that God is here.

And when you come to set of sun
Make sure His name you wear,

Then you’ll be given that home in heav’n
With Christ, God’s son so dear.