1 Abba, Father! we approach Thee
Deerhurst Lux Eoi Abbot's Leigh 
New BHB #12
James George Deck (1841)
8.7.8.7.D. Abba, Father! we approach Thee In our Saviour's precious name; We, Thy children, here assembling, Access to Thy presence claim; From our sin His blood hath washed us: 'Tis through Him our souls draw near, And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us, Abba, Father! name so dear. Once as prodigals we wandered In our folly, far from Thee; But Thy grace, o'er sin abounding, Rescued us from misery: Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned, Loved us with a Father's love; Welcomed us with joy o'erflowing, E'en to dwell with Thee above. Clothed in garments of salvation, At Thy table is our place; We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest, In the riches of Thy grace: It is meet, we hear Thee saying, We should merry be and glad; I have found My once lost children, Now they live who once were dead. Abba, Father! all adore Thee, All rejoice in heaven above; While in us they learn the wonders Of Thy wisdom, power and love; Soon, before Thy throne assembled, All Thy children shall proclaim, Glory, everlasting glory, Be to God and to the Lamb.
OPTIONAL: Verse 1 of Hymn #2 Abba, Father! we adore Thee, Humbly now our homage pay: 'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee, Welcomed through the living way: This high honour we inherit, Thy free gift through Jesus' blood; God the Spirit, with our spirit, Witnesseth we're sons of God. 2 Abba, Father! we adore Thee
Deehurst Lux Eoi Abbot's Leigh 
New BHB #11
Robert Stephen Hawker / James Deck
8.7.8.7.D. Abba, Father! we adore Thee, Humbly now our homage pay: 'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee, Welcomed through the living way: This high honour we inherit, Thy free gift through Jesus' blood; God the Spirit, with our spirit, Witnesseth we're sons of God. Thine own purpose gave us being, When, in Christ, in that vast plan Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people E'en before the world began: O what love the Father bore us! O how precious in Thy sight! When Thou gav'st Thy Church to Jesus, Jesus, Son of Thy delight. Though our nature's fall in Adam Shut us wholly out from God, Thine eternal counsel brought us Nearer still, through Jesus' blood; For in Him we found redemption, Grace and glory in Thy Son; Oh, the height and depth of mercy! Christ and His redeemed are one. Hence, through all the changing seasons, Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe, Nothing changeth God's affections, Love divine shall bring us through; Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children Round the throne their anthems raise, And, in songs of rich salvation, Shout to God's eternal praise. 3 A mind at perfect peace with God
Richmond  
New BHB #5
Catesby Paget
C.M. A mind at perfect peace with God, Oh! what a word is this! A sinner reconciled through blood; This! this indeed is peace. By nature and by practice far, How very far from God! Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him. Through faith in Jesus' blood. So near, so very near to God, I cannot nearer be; For in the person of His Son I am as near as He. So dear, so very dear to God, More dear I cannot be; The love wherewith He loves the Son. Such is His love to me. Why should I ever careful be Since such a God is mine? He watches o'er me night and day, And tells me “Mine is thine.” 4 Around Thy table, Holy Lord
Moravia
New BHB #31
Mary Bowly Peters
C.M. Around Thy table, Holy Lord, In fellowship we meet, Obedient to Thy gracious Word, This feast of love to eat. Here every one that loves Thy name Our willing hearts embrace; Our source of life and hope the same, All debtors to Thy grace. Commune with each at this blest hour, Thy peace, Thy joy impart; Thy thoughts of love, of truth, of power, Impress upon each heart. 5 According to Thy gracious Word
St. Agnes, Durham  
New BHB #14
James Montgomery (1825)
C.M. According to Thy gracious Word, In meek humility This would I do, O Christ my Lord, I would remember Thee. Thy body, broken for my sake. My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee. Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and blood-like sweat, And not remember Thee? When to the Cross I turn mine eyes And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee. Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Would I remember Thee. And when, O Lord, Thou com'st again And I Thy glory see, For ever, as the Lamb once slain, I will remember Thee. 6 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Eden Sacra  
New BHB #15
Isaac Watts (1707)
C.M. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree. Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When the incarnate Maker died For man, His creature's sin. Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear Cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfullness, And melt my eyes to tears.
At the Cross! at the Cross! where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away. It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day.
7 A Debtor to mercy alone
Whitchurch 
New BHB #1
Augustus Montague Toplady (1771)
8.8.8.8.D. A Debtor to mercy alone, Of covenant mercy I sing, Nor fear, with God's righteousness on, My person and offerings to bring. The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood Hide all my transgressions from view. The work which His goodness began The arm of His strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, And never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are now, Not all things below or above, Can make Him His purpose forego, Or sever my soul from His love. My name from the palms of His hands Eternity will not erase; Imprest on His heart, it remains In marks of indelible grace. Yes! I to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The souls of the blessed in heaven. 8 All that I was—my sin, my guilt
Evan  
New BHB #18
Horatius Bonar (1845)
C.M. All that I was—my sin, my guilt, My death, was all my own; All that I am I owe to Thee, My gracious God, alone. The darkness of my former state, The bondage, all was mine; The light of life in which I walk, The liberty is Thine. Thy grace first made me feel my sin, And taught me to believe; Then, in believing, peace I found, And now in Christ I live. All that I am e'en here on earth, All that I hope to be, When Jesus comes and glory dawns, I owe, my God, to Thee 9 A Rock that stands for ever
St. Theodulph  
New BHB #8
Paul Gerhardt
7.6.7.6.D. A Rock that stands for ever Is Christ my righteousness, And there I stand unfearing In everlasting bliss; No earthly thing is needful To this my life from heaven, And nought of love is worthy Save that which Christ has given. There is no condemnation, There is no hell for me, The torment and the fire Mine eyes shall never see; For me there is no sentence, For me death has no sting, Because the Lord who loves me Shall shield me with his wing. No angel and no devil, No throne, nor power, nor might: No love, no tribulation, No danger, fear, nor fight, No height, no depth, no creature That has been, or can be, Can drive me from Thy bosom Can sever me from Thee. My soul with joy upleapeth, Grief cannot linger there, She singeth high in glory Amid the sunshine fair; The Sun that shines upon me Is Jesus and His love; The fountain of my singing Is deep in heaven above. 10 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays
Newcastleton  
New BHB #39
Samuel Medley
L.M. Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from thee; His loving-kindness—O how free! He saw me ruined in the fall Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His loving-kindness—O how great! When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has ever stood; His loving-kindness—O how good! Soon shall we mount and soar away To the bright realms of endless day, And sing, with rapture and surprise, His loving-kindness, in the skies. 11 A Pilgrim through this lonely world
Lynton  
New BHB #7
Sir Edward Denny & Horatius Bonar (1839)
C.M. A Pilgrim through this lonely world The blessed Saviour passed; A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last. That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life-blood gave; It found on earth no resting-place, Save only in the grave. Such was our Lord, and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? Or love a faithless, evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn? Dead to the world with Him who died To win our hearts, our love, We, risen with our risen Head, In spirit dwell above. By faith His boundless glories there Our wond'ring eyes behold; The glories which eternal years Shall never all unfold. 12 As sinners saved we gladly praise
Duke Street  
New BHB #35
James H. Evans
L.M. As sinners saved we gladly praise The Author of redeeming grace; Father, 'tis Thine almighty power Secures us when the tempests lower. Thy love's a refuge ever nigh, Thy watchfulness a mountain high, Thy name a rock which winds above And waves below can never move. Thy faithfulness, for ever sure, Through endless ages shall endure; Thy perfect work shall ever prove The depth of Thine unceasing love. While all things change, Thou changest not, Forgetting ne'er, though oft forgot; Thy love, immutably the same, Displays the glory of Thy name. Lord, we would then rejoice and praise The Source of all this wondrous grace; Father, Thine everlasting power Will keep us safe in danger's hour. 13 Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus
Missionary  
New BHB #30
James George Deck (1841)
7.6.7.6.D. Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus, Thine empty grave, we stand, With hearts all full of praises To keep Thy blest command: By faith, our soul's rejoicing, To trace Thy path of love Through death's dark, angry billows Up to the throne above. Lord Jesus, we remember The travail of Thy soul, When, in Thy love's deep pity, The waves did o'er Thee roll; Baptized in death's cold waters, For us Thy blood was shed: For us Thou, Lord of Glory, Wast numbered with the dead. Oh, Lord, Thou now art risen, Thy travail all is o'er! For sin Thou once hast suffered, Thou liv'st to die no more; Sin, death, and hell are vanquished By Thee, the Church's Head; And lo! We share Thy triumphs, Thou First-born from the dead. Into Thy death baptized We own with Thee we died; With Thee, our life, we're risen, And in Thee glorified: From sin, the world, and Satan, We're ransomed by Thy blood, And now would walk as strangers, Alive with Thee to God. 14 A little while! Our Lord shall come.
Giessen  
New BHB #3
James George Deck (1841)
8.8.8.8.8.8. A little while! Our Lord shall come. And we shall wander here no more; He'll take us to our Father's home, Where He for us has gone before, To dwell with Him, to see His face, And sing the glories of His grace. A little while! He'll come again: Let us the precious hours redeem; Our only grief to give Him pain, Our joy to serve and follow Him: Watching and ready may we be, As those who long their Lord to see. A little while! 'Twill soon be past: Why should we shun the shame and cross? O let us in His footsteps haste, Counting for Him all else but loss; Oh, how will recompense His smile The suffering of this little while! A little while! Come, Saviour, come! For Thee Thy Bride has waited long: Oh, take Thy wearied pilgrims home To sing the new, eternal song, To see Thy glory, and to be In everything conformed to Thee. 15 Before the throne of God above
Mainzer  
New BHB #43
Charatie de Cheney Lees Smith Bancroft (1863)
L.M. Before the throne of God above I have a strong, a perfect plea, A great High Priest, whose name is Love, Who ever lives and pleads for me. When Satan tempts me to despair, Telling of evil yet within, Upward I look, and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin. Because the sinless Saviour died My sinful soul is counted free; For God, the Just, is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me. Behold him there! the once slain Lamb! My perfect, spotless Righteousness, The great unchangeable I AM, The King of glory and of grace. One with Himself, I cannot die; My soul is purchased by His blood; My life is hid with Christ on high, With Christ, my Saviour and my God. 16 Behold! a spotless Victim dies
Eden  
New BHB #45
Anonymous
C.M. Behold! a spotless Victim dies, My surety on the tree; The Lamb of God, the Sacrifice, He gave Himself for me. Whatever curse was mine He bore; The wormwood and the gall, There, in that lone mysterious hour, My cup—He drained it all. Lord Jesus! Thou, and none beside, Its bitterness could know, Nor other tell Thy joy's full tide That from that cup shall flow. Thine is the joy, but yet 'tis mine. 'Tis ours as one with Thee; My joy flows from that grief of Thine; Thy death brings life to me! And while the ages roll along, This shall my glory be; And this the new and endless song, Thy love to us—to me.
[optional chorus] Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save his own He suffered bled and died Alone, alone.
17 Behold the Lamb with glory crowned!
St. Magnus  
New BHB #48
Thomas Kelly
C.M. Behold the Lamb with glory crowned! To Him all power is given; No place too high for Him is found, No place too high in heaven. He fills the throne—the throne above, He fills it without wrong; The object of His Father's love, The theme of angels' song. Though high, yet He accepts the praise His people offer here; The faintest, feeblest lay they raise Will reach the Saviour's ear. This song be ours, and this alone, That celebrates the Name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And that exalts the Lamb. To Him whom men despise and slight, To Him be glory given; The crown is His, and His by right The highest place in heaven. 18 Behold the throne of grace!
St. Michael  
New BHB #50
John Newton (1779)
S.M. Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls us near To seek our God and Father's face. Who loves to answer prayer. That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round we see, Provides for all who come to God An all-prevailing plea. Beyond our utmost wants His love and power can bless; To praying souls He always grants More than they can express. Since 'tis the Lord's command, Our mouth we'll open wide: Lord, open Thou Thy bounteous hand That we may be supplied. 19 Blessed Lord, our souls are longing
Regents Square  
New BHB #61
Mary Bowly Peters
8.7.8.7.4.7. Blessed Lord, our souls are longing Thee, our risen Head, to see; And the cloudless morning's dawning, When Thy saints shall gathered be Grace and glory, All our well-springs are in Thee. All the sorrow we are tasting Is but as the dream of night: To the day of God we're hasting, Looking for it with delight; Thou art coming, This will satisfy our sight. True, the silent grave is keeping Many a seed in weakness sown: But the saints, in Thee now sleeping, Raised in power shall share Thy throne, Resurrection! Lord of Glory! 'Tis Thine own. As we sing, our hearts grow lighter; We are children of the day; Sorrow makes our hope the brighter; Faith regards not the delay; Sure the promise! We shall meet Thee on the way. 20 Brethren, let us join to bless
Innocents  
New BHB #66
John Cennick
7.7.7.7. Brethren, let us join to bless Jesus Christ our joy and peace; Him, who bowed His head so low Underneath our load of woe. His the curse, the wounds, the gall, His the stripes—He bore them all; His the dying cry of pain When our sins He did sustain. He, the accepted Sacrifice, From the vanquished grave did rise; Free Himself, He set us free In His perfect liberty. Ransomed now, accepted, free, Safe from judgment, Lord, in Thee. We rejoice that God can bless All who do Thy name confess. Praise our God who willed it thus; Praise the Lamb who died for us; Praise the Father, through the Son, Who so vast a work hath done. 21 Buried in the grave of Jesus
Gotha (Albert)
J. A. Trench
8.7.8.7. Buried in the grave of Jesus, We believe what God has said; Faith, His judgment acquiescing, Reckons now that we are dead. Death and judgment are behind us, Grace and glory are before; All the billows rolled o'er Jesus, There exhausted all their power. First-fruits of the resurrection, He is risen from the tomb; Now we stand in new creation, Free, because beyond our doom. Jesus died, and we died with Him, Buried in His grave we lie, One with Christ in resurrection, Seated now in Him on high. We await the full redemption When the Risen One shall come; And our mortal body changed, Shall be fashioned like His own. Lord, we share in Thy rejection, Thy reproach, O may we love; Here we stand in Thine acceptance In the Father's sight above. 22 Bright, bright home! Beyond the skies
Celandine  
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
7.9.8.9.3. Bright, bright home! Beyond the skies, Where Jesus is enthroned in glory; Thy beauty gleams before mine eyes, Thy portals glisten now before me, Bright, bright home. Dark, dark world! I would not stay Amid thy painted scenes of splendour; I hasten toward the golden day, Thy tinsel treasure I surrender, Dark, dark world. Sweet, sweet dawn! So fair and near. Before the eastern skies are glowing; I see the morning star appear, The mountain-tops like silver showing Sweet, sweet dawn. Come, Lord, come! We wait for Thee, We listen still for Thy returning; Thy loveliness we long to see, For Thee the lamp of hope is burning, Come, Lord, come! 23 Beneath the Cross of Jesus
Refuge  
  
New BHB #53
Elizabeth Cecilia Douglas Clephane (1868)
7.6.7.6.D. Beneath the Cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand, The shadow of a mighty Rock Within a weary land; A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day. O safe and happy shelter! O refuge tried and sweet! O trysting-place, where Heaven's love And Heaven's justice meet! As to the pilgrim patriarch That wondrous dream was given, So seems my Saviour's Cross to me A ladder up to heaven. Upon the Cross of Jesus, Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me; And from my smitten heart with tears Two wonders I confess, The wonder of His glorious love, And my own worthlessness. I take the Cross of Jesus For my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of His face; Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss: My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the Cross. 24 Blessed be God, our God!
Hereford New  
New BHB #56
Horatius Bonar (1845)
6.10.10.6. Blessed be God, our God! Who gave for us His well-beloved Son, The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one; Blessed be God, our God! What will He not bestow? Who freely gave this mighty gift, unbought, Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought; What will He not bestow? He spared not His Son! 'Tis this that silences each rising fear, 'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear; He spared not His Son! Who shall condemn us now? Since Christ has died, and risen, and gone above For us to plead at the right hand of Love; Who shall condemn us now? 'Tis God that justifies! Who shall recall His pardon or His grace? Or who the broken chain of guilt replace? 'Tis God that justifies! The victory is ours! For us in might came forth the Mighty One, For us He fought the fight, the triumph won; The victory is ours! 25 Blest be the dear uniting love
Dublin  
Charles Wesley (1745)
C.M. Blest be the dear uniting love That will not let us part; Our bodies may far off remove, But we are joined in heart. Joined in one Spirit to our Head, We wait His will to know, That we in all His steps may tread, And do His work below. O may we ever walk in Him, And nothing know beside! Nothing desire, nor ought esteem, But Jesus crucified. To Him still closer let us cleave, And all His ways embrace; Expect His fullness to receive, And grace to answer grace. 26 Behold, what love, what boundless love
Behold what Love  
  
New BHB #51
Robert Boswell Alt. Margaret S. Sullivan
P.M. Behold, what love, what boundless love The Father hath bestowed On sinners lost, that we should be Now called the sons of God. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. No longer far from Him, but now By precious blood made nigh; Accepted in the Well-beloved Near to God's heart we lie. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. What we in glory soon shall be It doth not yet appear; But when our precious Lord we see. We shall His image bear. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. With such a blessed hope in view We would more holy be, More like our risen, glorious Lord. Whose face we soon shall see. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. 27 Be gone, unbelief! my Saviour is near.
Hanover  
John Newton (1779)
10.10.11.11. Be gone, unbelief! my Saviour is near. And for my relief will surely appear; By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, since He is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide: Though cisterns be broken and creatures all fail, The word He hath spoken will surely prevail. His love in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink: Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, Which Jesus drank up that sinners might live! His way was much rougher and darker than mine: Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? Since all that I meet shall work for my good. The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food; Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song! 28 Blessed hope that in Jesus is given
Blessed Hope  
  
Daniel Webster Whittle (1877)
P.M. Blessed hope that in Jesus is given In our sorrow to cheer and sustain, That soon with our Saviour in heaven We shall meet with our loved ones again. c Blessed hope!...Blessed hope!... We shall meet with our loved ones again. Blessed hope in the Word God has spoken, All our peace by that Word we obtain; And as sure as God's Word was ne'er broken We shall meet with our loved ones again. c Blessed hope!...Blessed hope!... We shall meet with our loved ones again. Blessed hope! how it shines in our sorrow Like the star over Bethlehem's plain, That it may be, with Him, ere the morrow We shall meet with our loved ones again. c Blessed hope!...Blessed hope!... We shall meet with our loved ones again. Blessed hope! the bright star of the morning That shall herald His coming to reign; O the glory that waits its fair dawning When we meet with our loved ones again. c Blessed hope!...Blessed hope!... We shall meet with our loved ones again. 29 Bride of the Lamb, there is for thee
Emmanuel  
New BHB #67
Boethia Thompson
C.M. Bride of the Lamb, there is for thee One only safe retreat; Where Jesus is thy heart should be, Thy home at His dear feet. When Satan tracks thy lonely way. There his temptations meet; In Jesus' presence watch and pray, Yea, conquer at His feet. Since thou hast much to learn, e'en though Thou art in Christ complete, In grace and knowledge seek to grow By sitting at His feet. Through tribulation hasten on, With Christ the cross is sweet; The little while will soon be gone, Keep only at His feet. Bride of the Lamb, forget the past, Prepare the Lord to greet; 'Tis thine to share His throne, and cast Thy wreath before His feet. 30 Behold! Behold the Lamb of God
Calvary  
  
New BHB #46
Joseph Hoskins (BHB Companion) / Richard Jukes (Primitive Methodist Magazine)
P.M. Behold! Behold the Lamb of God On the Cross! On the Cross! For us He shed His precious blood On the Cross. On the Cross. O hear His all-important cry, Eli, lama sabachthani? Draw near and see the Saviour die On the Cross! On the Cross! Behold His arms extended wide On the Cross! On the Cross! Behold His bleeding hands and side On the Cross! On the Cross! The sun withholds its rays of light, The heav'ns are clothed in shades of night, While Jesus wins the glorious fight On the Cross! On the Cross! By faith we see Him lifted up On the Cross. On the Cross. He drinks for us the bitter cup On the Cross. On the Cross. The rocks do rend, the mountains quake. While Jesus doth atonement make, While Jesus suffers for our sake On the Cross. On the Cross. And now the mighty deed is done On the Cross! On the Cross! The battle fought, the vict'ry won On the Cross! On the Cross! To heav'n He turns His languid eyes, 'Tis finished now, the Conqueror cries, Then bows His sacred head and dies On the Cross. On the Cross. 31 Bright with all His crowns of glory
Regent Square  
New BHB #68
Sir Edward Denny
8.7.8.7.4.7. Bright with all His crowns of glory, See the Royal Victor's brow; Once for sinners marr'd and gory, See the Lamb exalted now, While before Him All His ransomed brethren bow. Blessed morning! long expected, Lo! they fill the peopled air, Mourners once, by man rejected, They, with Him, exalted there, Sing His praises, And His throne of glory share. King of kings! let earth adore Him, High on His exalted throne; Fall, ye nations, fall before Him, And His righteous sceptre own; All the glory Be to Him, and Him alone. 32 Christ's grave is vacant now
Swabia  
New BHB #75
W. Noel Tomkins
S.M. Christ's grave is vacant now, Left for the throne above; His Cross asserts God's right to bless In His own boundless love. 'Twas there the blood was shed; 'Twas there the life was poured; There Mercy gained her diadem, While Justice sheathed her sword. And thence the child of faith Sees judgment all gone by, Perceives the sentence fully met: The soul that sins shall die! Learns how that God in love Gave Christ the sins to bear Of all who own His lordship now, That they His place might share; And cries with wondering joy, As He is so am I, Pure, holy, loved as Christ Himself; Who shall my peace destroy? Reach my blest Saviour first; Take Him from God's esteem; Prove Jesus bears one spot of sin; Then tell me I'm unclean! Nay! for He purged my guilt By His own precious blood, And such its virtue not a stain E'er meets the eye of God. 33 Christ has done the mighty work;
Nottingham  
Horatius Bonar (1845)
7.7.7.7. Christ has done the mighty work; Nothing left for us to do But to enter on His toil, Enter on His triumph too. His the pardon, ours the sin, Great the sin, the pardon great; His the good, and ours the ill; His the love, and ours the hate. His the labour, ours the rest; His the death, and ours the life; Ours the fruits of victory, His the agony and strife. He has sowed the precious seed, Nothing left for us unsown; Ours it is to reap the field, Make the harvest joy our own. 34 Come, all ye saints of God!
Olivet  
New BHB #76
James Boden
6.6.4.6.6.6.4. Come, all ye saints of God! Publish through earth abroad Jesus' great fame: Tell what His love has done; Trust in His name alone; Shout to His lofty throne, Worthy the Lamb. Hence! Gloomy doubts and fears; Dry up your mournful tears; Swell the glad throng: To Christ, the heavenly King, Strike each melodious string, From heart and voice to sing, Worthy's the Lamb. Hark, how the choirs above, Filled with the Saviour's love, Dwell on His name! There, too, shall we be found, With light and glory crowned, While all the heavens resound Worthy's the Lamb! 35 Christians, go and tell of Jesus
Tell of Jesus  
  
New BHB #74
Edward Payson Hammond
P.M. Christians, go and tell of Jesus, How He died to save our souls; How that He, from sin might free us, Suffered agonies untold. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell the guilty of their danger While they wander far from God; While they live to Christ a stranger, And reject His precious Word. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell them of the joys of heaven, Purchased by the Saviour's blood, How, that they might be forgiven, Jesus left His home above. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell them how He hath ascended To prepare a home on high, Where all sorrows shall be ended, Where the saved shall never die. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. 36 Cling to the Mighty One
Veronica 
Henry Bennett
6.4.6.4.D. Cling to the Mighty One, Cling in thy grief; Cling to the HOLY One, He gives relief; Cling to the GRACIOUS One, Cling in thy pain; Cling to the FAITHFUL One, He will sustain. Cling to the LIVING One, Cling in thy woe; Cling to the LOVING One Through all below; Cling to the PARD'NING One, He speaketh peace; Cling to the HEALING One, Anguish shall cease. Cling to the BLEEDING One, Cling to His side; Cling to the RISEN One, In Him abide; Cling to the COMING One, Hope shall arise; Cling to the REIGNING One Joys lights thine eyes. 37 Christ the Lord is risen on high!
Harts  
New BHB #73
Charles Wesley (1745)
7.7.7.7. Christ the Lord is risen on high! Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply; He endured the Cross, the grave, Sinners to redeem and save. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won! He Himself our ransom paid, Peace with God forever made. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell; Vain their efforts to enthrall, He has triumphed over all. Christ our Lord is risen indeed, Christ is now the Church's Head; Loud the song of triumph raise, Celebrate the Victor's praise. 38 Come, let us join our cheerful songs
Emmanuel 
New BHB #79
Isaac Watts (1707)
C.M. Come, let us join our cheerful songs And thus approach the throne: Had we ten thousand, thousand tongues, Our theme of joy's but one. Worthy the Lamb enthroned on high To be exalted thus! Worthy the Lamb who died, we cry, For He was slain for us. Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine: And blessings more than we can give Be, Lord, forever Thine. Soon shall the saints, exalted high, A glorious anthem raise; And all that dwell beneath the sky Speak forth Thine endless praise. 39 Come, let us all unite to sing
Better World  
  
New BHB #78
Howard Kingbury (?)
P.M. Come, let us all unite to sing, God is love. Let heaven and earth their praises bring; God is love. Let every soul from sin awake, Each in his heart sweet music make, And sing with us, for Jesus' sake, God is love. O tell to earth's remotest bound, God is love. In Christ we have redemption found: God is love. His blood has washed our sins away, His Spirit turned our night to day; And now we can rejoice to say, God is love. How happy is our portion here! God is love. His promises our spirits cheer; God is love. He is our sun and shield by day, Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay, He will be with us all the way: God is love. In glory we shall sing again, God is love. Yes, this shall be our lofty strain, God is love. Whilst endless ages roll along, In concert with the heavenly throng, This shall be still our sweetest song, God is love. 40 Come, let us sing the matchless worth
Piety  
New BHB #80
Samuel Medley
8.8.6.8.8.6. Come, let us sing the matchless worth, And sweetly sound the glories forth Which in the Saviour shine: To God and Christ our praises bring; The song, with which the heavens ring, Now let us gladly join. How rich the precious blood He spilt, Our ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin against our God. How perfect is His righteousness, In which unspotted beauteous dress His saints have always stood. Great are the offices He bears, And bright His character appears, Exalted on the throne; In songs of sweet untiring praise, We would, to everlasting days, Make all His glories known. And soon the happy day shall come When we shall reach our destined home And see Him face to face; Then with our Saviour, Master, Friend, The glad eternity we'll spend, And celebrate His grace. 41 Come, ye that know the Saviour's name
Colchester / Purcel 
New BHB #86
George Burder
C.M. Come, ye that know the Saviour's name, And raise your thoughts above; Let every heart and voice unite To sing—that God is love. His Word this precious truth reveals, And all His mercies prove; Creation and redemption join To show—that God is love. His patience, bearing much and long With those who from Him rove, His kindness, while He leads them home, Attest—that God is love! The work begun is carried on By power from heaven above; And every step, from first to last, Declares—that God is love! O may we all, while here below, His perfect will approve, Till nobler songs, in brighter worlds Proclaim—that God is love. 42 Crowned with thorns upon the tree
Dunstan  
New BHB #88
H. Grattan Guinness
7.7.7.7. Crowned with thorns upon the tree, Silent in Thine agony; Dying, crushed beneath the load Of the wrath and curse of God. On thy pale and suff'ring brow, Mystery of love and woe; On Thy grief and sore amaze, Saviour, I would fix my gaze! On Thy pierced and bleeding breast Thou dost bid the weary rest; Rest there from the world's false ways, Rest there from its vanities. Rest in pardon and relief From the load of guilt and grief; Rest in Thy redeeming blood, Rest in perfect peace with God. Sin-atoning Sacrifice, Thou art precious in mine eyes; Thou alone my rest shall be, Now and through eternity. 43 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Sharon  
New BHB #85
Robert Robinson (1758)
8.7.8.7. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise. Jesus sought me when a stranger Wandering from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 44 Crowns of glory ever bright
Thanksgiving 
New BHB #89
Thomas Kelly
7.7.7.7.D. Crowns of glory ever bright Rest upon the Victor's head; Crowns of glory are His right, His, who liveth, and was dead. Jesus fought and won the day, Such a day was never fought; Well His people now may say, See what God, our God, has wrought. He subdued the powers of hell; In the fight He stood alone; All His foes before Him fell, By His single arm o'erthrown. They have fall'n to rise no more; Final is the foe's defeat; Jesus triumphed by His power, And His triumph is complete. His the fight, the arduous toil, His the honours of the day, His the glory and the spoil, Jesus bears them all away. Now proclaim His deeds afar, Fill the world with His renown; His alone the Victor's car, His the everlasting crown. 45 Done is the work that saves
St. John's  
New BHB #95
Horatius Bonar (1845)
6.6.6.6.8.8. Done is the work that saves, Once and for ever done; Finished the righteousness That clothes the unrighteous one. The love that blesses us below Is flowing freely to us now. The sacrifice is o'er, The veil is rent in twain, The mercy-seat is red With blood of Victim slain. Why stand we then without, in fear? The blood of Christ invites us near. The gate is open wide; The new and living way Is clear, and free, and bright With love, and peace, and day. Into the holiest now we come, Our present and our endless home. Enthroned in majesty The High Priest sits within; His precious blood, once shed, Has made and keeps us clean; With boldness let us now draw near; That blood has banished every fear. Then to the Lamb once slain Be glory, praise, and power, Who died, and lives again, Who liveth evermore; Who loved us, cleansed us by His blood, And made us kings and priests to God. 46 Father! we, Thy children, bless Thee
Sydney  
New BHB #107
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles
8.7.8.7.D. Father! we, Thy children, bless Thee For Thy love on us bestowed: As our Father we address Thee, Called to be the sons of God. Wondrous was Thy love in giving Jesus for our sins to die; Wondrous was His grace in leaving, For our sakes, His home on high. Now the sprinkled blood has freed us On we go toward our rest; Through the desert Thou dost lead us, With Thy constant favour blest. By Thy truth and Spirit guiding, Earnest He of joys to come, And with daily food providing Thou dost lead Thy children home. Though our pilgrimage be dreary This is not our resting-place; Shall we of the way be weary When we see our Master's face? Now, by faith anticipating, In this hope our souls rejoice; We, His promised advent waiting, Soon shall hear His welcome voice. Father, O how rich the blessing When Thy Son returns again! Then Thy saints, their rest possessing, O'er the earth with Him shall reign. For their father's sakes beloved, Israel, in Thy grace restored, Shall on earth, the curse removed, Be the people of the Lord. Then shall countless myriads wearing Robes made white in Jesus' blood, Palms (like rested pilgrims) bearing, Stand around the throne of God. These, redeemed from every nation, Shall in triumph bless Thy name; Every voice shall cry, Salvation To our God, and to the Lamb. 47 Faint not, Christian! though the road
Thanksgiving  
7.7.7.7.D.
New BHB #102
James H. Evans
7.7.7.7. Faint not, Christian! though the road Leading to Thy blest abode Darksome be, and dang'rous too, Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through. Faint not, Christian! though in rage Satan doth thy soul engage; Take thee faith's anointed shield, Bear it to the battle-field. Faint not, Christian! though the world Hath its hostile flag unfurled; Hold the Cross of Jesus fast, Thou shalt overcome at last. Faint not, Christian! though within There's a heart so prone to sin; Christ, thy Lord, is over all, He'll not suffer thee to fall. Faint not, Christian! though thy God Smite thee with the chast'ning rod; Smite He must with Father's care, That He may His love declare. Faint not, Christian! Christ is near; Soon in glory He'll appear; Then shall end thy toil and strife, Death be swallowed up of life. 48 For ever with the Lord!
Nearer Home  
New BHB #110
James Montgomery
S.M.D. For ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. c Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to Faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear. c Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My thirsty spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. c Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. For ever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word E'en here to me fulfill. c Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. Knowing as I am known How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne For ever with the Lord! c Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 49 For the bread and for the wine
Evelyn  
New BHB #112
Horatius Bonar (1845)
7.7.7.6. For the bread and for the wine, For the pledge that seals Him mine, For the words of love divine, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. Only bread and only wine, Yet to faith the solemn sign Of the heavenly and divine! We give Thee thanks, O Lord. For the words that turn our eye To the Cross of Calvary, Bidding us in faith draw nigh, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. For the words that fragrance breathe, These plain symbols underneath, Words that His own peace bequeath, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. For the words that tell of home, Pointing us beyond the tomb, Do ye this, until I come! We give Thee thanks, O Lord. Till He come we take the bread, Type of Him on whom we feed, Him who liveth and was dead! We give Thee thanks, O Lord. Till He come we take the cup; As we at His table sup Eye and heart are lifted up! We give Thee thanks, O Lord. For that coming here foreshown, For that day to man unknown, For the glory and the throne, We give Thee thanks, O Lord. 50 From every stormy wind that blows
Retreat  
New BHB #116
Hugh Stowell (1828)
L.M. From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a safe retreat; 'Tis found beneath the Mercy-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all beside more sweet; It is the blood-stained Mercy-seat. There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith we meet Around one common Mercy-seat. Ah! Whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed, Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suff'ring saints no Mercy-seat? There, there on eagle-wing we soar, And time and sense appear no more; There heav'nly joys our spirits greet, And glory crowns the Mercy-seat. 51 From whence this fear and unbelief
Meribah  
New BHB #119
Augustus Montague Toplady
8.8.6.8.8.6. From whence this fear and unbelief, If God, my Father, put to grief His spotless Son for me? Can He, the righteous Judge of men, Condemn me for that debt of sin Which, Lord, was charged to Thee? Complete atonement Thou hast made, And to the utmost farthing paid Whate'er Thy people owed; How, then, can wrath on me take place, If sheltered in God's righteousness, And sprinkled by Thy blood? If Thou hast my discharge procured, And freely in my place endured The whole of wrath divine; Payment God will not twice demand, First at my bleeding Surety's hand, And then again at mine. Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest; The merits of thy great High Priest Speak peace and liberty; Trust in His efficacious blood, Nor fear thy banishment from God, Since Jesus died for thee. 52 Glory, glory everlasting
Regent Square  
New BHB #127
Thomas Kelly
8.7.8.7.4.7. Glory, glory everlasting, Be to Him who bore the Cross, Who redeemed our souls by tasting Death, the death deserved by us! Spread His glory, Who redeemed His people thus. His is love, 'tis love unbounded, Without measure, without end; Human thought is here confounded, 'Tis too vast to comprehend! Praise the Saviour! Magnify the sinner's Friend. While we hear the wondrous story Of the Saviour's Cross and shame, Sing we, Everlasting glory Be to God and to the Lamb! Hallelujah! Give ye glory to His name. 53 God moves in a mysterious way
St. Anne 
New BHB #135
William Cowper (1774)
C.M. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. 54 Glory unto Jesus be!
Harts  
New BHB #131
Archibald Rutherford
7.7.7.7. Glory unto Jesus be! Thou from wrath didst set us free; All our guilt on Thee was laid, Thou our ransom-price hast paid. All the blessed work is done; God's well pleased in His Son, For He raised Thee from the dead, Set Thee over all as Head. All should sing Thy work and worth, All above, and all on earth; We shall sing around the throne, Thou art worthy, Thou alone. Knowing this, we cease to mourn, Patient wait Thy sure return, For Thy saints with Thee shall reign; Come, Lord Jesus, come again! 55 Grace! 'tis a charming sound
Silchester  
New BHB #139
Philip Doddridge & Augustus Montague Toplady (1755)
S.M. Grace! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 'Twas grace that wrote my name In life's eternal book; 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb Who all my sorrows took. Grace taught my soul to pray, And, made my eyes o'erflow; 'Tis grace has kept me to this day, And will not let me go. O let that grace inspire My soul with strength divine; May all my powers to Thee aspire, And all my days be Thine. Grace all the work shall crown Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. c [Chorus for tune by I. Sankey, not in BHB] Saved by grace alone! This is all my plea: Jesus died for all mankind, And Jesus died for me. 56 Glory to God on high!
Olivet Moscow  
New BHB #129
Thomas Kelly
6.6.4.6.6.6.4. Glory to God on high! Peace upon earth and joy! Good will to man! We, who God's blessings prove His name all names above, Sing now the Saviour's love, Too vast to scan. Mercy and truth unite; O 'tis a wondrous sight, All sights above! Jesus the curse sustains, Guilt's bitter cup He drains, Nothing for us remains, Nothing but love. Love that no tongue can teach, Love that no thought can reach, No love like His! God is its blessed source, Death ne'er can stop its course, Nothing can stay its force, Matchless it is. Blest in this love we sing, To God our praises bring; All sins forgiven! Jesus, our Lord, to Thee Honour and majesty Now and for ever be, Here, and in heaven. 57 God's almighty arms are round me
Evensong  
New BHB #137
James McGranahan & Joseph Denham Smith
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4. God's almighty arms are round me, Peace, peace, is mine! Judgment scenes need not confound me, Peace, peace, is mine! Jesus came Himself and sought me; Sold to death, He found and bought me; Then my blessed freedom taught me Peace, peace, is mine. While I hear life's surging billows, Peace, peace, is mine! Why suspend my harp on willows? Peace, peace, is mine! I may sing with Christ beside me, Though a thousand ills betide me, Safely He hath sworn to guide me, Peace, peace, is mine! Every trial draws Him nearer, Peace, peace, is mine! All His strokes but make Him dearer, Peace, peace, is mine! Bless I then the hand that smiteth Gently, and to heal delighteth, 'Tis against my sins He fighteth, Peace, peace, is mine! Welcome! Every rising sunlight, Peace, peace, is mine! Nearer home each rolling midnight, Peace, peace, is mine! Death and hell cannot appall me, Safe in Christ whate'er befall me, Calmly wait I, till He call me, Peace, peace, is mine! 58 Great God of wonders! All Thy ways
Linden  
New BHB #141
Samuel Davies (1769)
8.8.8.8.8.8. Great God of wonders! All Thy ways Display Thine attributes divine; But the bright glories of Thy grace Above Thine other wonders shine: Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Such deep transgressions to forgive! Such guilty, daring worms to spare! This is Thy grand prerogative, And in this honour none shall share: Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Pardon, from an offended God! Pardon, for sins of deepest dye! Pardon, bestowed through Jesus' blood! Pardon, that brings the rebel nigh! Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? 59 Great Shepherd of Thy chosen flock
Mainzer  
New BHB #145
John Newton (1779)
L.M. Great Shepherd of Thy chosen flock, Thy people's shield, their shadowing rock, Once more we meet to hear Thy voice, Once more before Thee to rejoice. Now may Thy Spirit, by the Word, Refresh each wearied heart, O Lord, Wearied of earth's vain strife and woe, And longing more Thyself to know. Thine is the heart our griefs to feel, And Thine the love each wound to heal; Home Thou art gone for us to care, Returning soon to take us there. 60 Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah
Mannheim Cwm Rhondda  
New BHB #146
William Williams of Pantycelyn tr/ad by Peter Williams (1745)
8.7.8.7.4.7. Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrims through this barren land; We are weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold us by Thy Powerful hand: Bread of heaven Feed us now and evermore. Open wide the living fountain Whence the healing waters flow; Be Thyself our cloudy pillar All the dreary desert through: Strong deliv'rer Be Thou still our strength and shield. While we tread this vale of sorrow May we in Thy love abide; Keep us, O our gracious Saviour! Cleaving closely to Thy side: Still relying On our Father's changeless love. Saviour, come! We long to see Thee, Long to dwell with Thee above; And to know, in full communion, All the sweetness of Thy love: Come, Lord Jesus! Take Thy waiting people home. 61 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!
Sydney  
New BHB #148
John Bakewell & Martin Madan (1757)
8.7.8.7.D. Hail, Thou once despised Jesus! Hail, Thou still rejected King! Thou didst suffer to release us, Thou didst free salvation bring; Through Thy death and resurrection, Bearer of our sin and shame! We enjoy divine protection, Life and glory through Thy name. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on Thee were laid; By our Father's love anointed Thou hast full atonement made: All who trust Thee are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood; Rent in Thee the veil of heaven, Grace shines forth to man from God. Saviour, hail! Amid the glory, Where for us Thou dost abide; We, by faith, do now adore Thee, Seated at Thy Father's side. There, for us Thou now art pleading, While Thou dost our place prepare; For Thy saints still interceding Till in glory we appear. Worship, honour, praise, and blessing, Thou shalt then from all receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, All that earth or heaven can give: In that day Thy saints will meet Thee, Welcome Thee with grateful song; Joyful hearts will ever greet Thee, Source of joy to all the throng. 62 Happy they who trust in Jesus!
Corinth  
New BHB #151
Thomas Kelly
8.7.8.7.4.7. Happy they who trust in Jesus! Sweet their portion is, and sure; When the foe on others seizes, He will keep His own secure: Happy people! Happy, though despised and poor. Since His love and mercy found us We are precious in His sight; Thousands now may fall around us, Thousands more be put to flight; But His presence Keeps us safe by day and night. Lo! our Saviour never slumbers; Ever watchful is His care: Though we cannot boast of numbers, In His strength secure we are: Sweet their portion Who the Saviour's kindness share. As the bird, beneath her feathers, Guards the objects of her care, So the Lord His children gathers, Spreads His wings and hides them there: Thus protected All their foes they boldly dare. 63 Hark! my soul, it is the Lord;
Ravenna  
New BHB #152
William Cowper (1768)
7.7.7.7. Hark! my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour! hear His word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me? I delivered thee when bound, And when wounded healed thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. Thou shalt see My glory soon When the work of grace is done; Partner of My throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me? Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is cold and faint; Yet I love Thee, and adore; O for grace to love Thee more. 64 Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry
Happy Land Clarion  
New BHB #155
Anonymous & The Revival (1859)
6.4.6.4.6.7.6.4. Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry, Wake, brethren, wake! Jesus, our Lord, is nigh; Wake, brethren, wake! Sleep is for sons of night; Ye are children of the light, Yours is the glory bright; Wake, brethren, wake! Call to each waking band, Watch, brethren, watch! Clear is our Lord's command; Watch, brethren, watch! Be ye as men that wait Always at their Master's gate E'en though the hour seem late; Watch, brethren, watch! Heed we the Steward's call, Work, brethren, work! There's room enough for all Work, brethren, work! This vineyard of the Lord Constant labour doth afford; Yours is a sure reward; Work, brethren, work! Hear we the Shepherd's voice, Pray, brethren, pray! Would ye His heart rejoice? Pray, brethren, pray. Sin calls for constant fear, Weakness needs the strong One near, Long as ye struggle here; Pray, brethren, pray! Now sound the final chord, Praise, brethren, praise! Thrice holy is our Lord; Praise, brethren, praise! What more befits the tongues Soon to lead the eternal songs, While heaven the note prolongs? Praise, brethren, praise! 65 Hark! ten thousand voices crying
Stuttgart  
New BHB #153
John Nelson Darby (1837)
8.7.8.7. Hark! ten thousand voices crying, Lamb of God! with one accord; Thousand, thousand saints replying, Wake at once the echoing chord. Praise the Lamb, the chorus waking, All in heaven together throng, Loud and far, each tongue partaking, Rolls along the endless song. Grateful incense this, ascending Ever to the Father's throne; Every knee to Jesus bending, All the mind in heaven is one. All the Father's counsels claiming Equal honours to the Son; All the Son's effulgence beaming Makes the Father's glory known. By the Spirit all pervading, Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb, Crowned with light and joy unfading, Hail Him as the great I AM. Joyful now the new creation Rests in undisturbed repose; Blest in Jesus' full salvation, Sorrow now, nor thraldom knows. 66 Have ye counted the cost?
Resolution  
  
Jane Eliza Leeson
P.M. Have ye counted the cost, Have ye counted the cost, Ye warriors of the Cross? Are ye fixed in heart for your Master's sake To suffer all earthly loss? Can ye bear the scoff of the worldly-wise, As ye pass by pleasure's bower, To watch with your Lord on the mountain-top Through the dreary midnight hour? Ye may drink of His cup, Ye may drink of His cup, And in His baptism share! Ye shall not fail, if ye tread in His steps His blood-stained Cross to bear. But count ye the cost; O count ye the cost! That ye be not unprepared! And know ye the strength that alone can stand In the conflict ye have dared. In the power of His might, In the power of His might, Who was made through weakness strong, Ye shall overcome in the fearful fight And sing His vict'ry song! By the blood of the Lamb, by the blood of the Lamb, By the faithful witness Word, Not loving your lives unto death for Him, Ye shall triumph with your Lord. O the banner of love! O the banner of love! It will cost you a pang to hold! But 'twill float in triumph the field above Though your heart's blood stain its fold. Ye may count the cost, ye may count the cost Of all Egyptia's treasure! But the riches of Christ ye cannot count; His love ye cannot measure. 67 Head of the Church triumphant
Zoan II  
Charles Wesley (1745)
7.7.8.7.D. Head of the Church triumphant We joyfully adore Thee; Till Thou appear Thy members here Would sing of Thee in glory. We lift our hearts and voices In blest anticipation, And sing aloud, And give to God The praise of our salvation. While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise, Which tries our ways, And ever brings us higher; We lift our hands, exulting In Thine almighty favor: The love divine, Which made us Thine, Shall keep us Thine for ever. Thou dost conduct Thy people Through torrents of temptation; Nor need we fear, While Thou art near, The fire of tribulation: The world, with sin and Satan, In vain our march opposes; By Thee we shall Break through them all; Thy triumph ours discloses. 68 He comes! Emmanuel comes!
St. John  
James George Deck (1841)
6.6.6.6.8.8. He comes! Emmanuel comes! Jesus, the crucified: The man of Sorrows—He Who bowed His head and died; Who hath redeemed us by His blood; He comes to take us home to God. He comes! our Advocate Who bears us on His breast, Himself to take us home To His eternal rest: O let this hope dispel each fear, Our great High Priest will soon appear. He comes! our Shepherd comes, Whose eyelids never sleep, To gather in the skies The thousands of His sheep; Where the eternal fountains spring Of love divine, His flock He'll bring. He comes! the Heir of all, All shall His power obey: The Bridegroom to His Church His glories shall display: But O His love, what tongue can tell? Eternal! vast! unsearchable! Behold, I quickly come! Responsive to Thy word The Spirit and the Bride Cry, Even so, O Lord! Naught else can satisfy her heart But to be with Thee where Thou art. 69 Heirs of salvation, chosen of God!
Manna  
  
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
P.M. Heirs of salvation, chosen of God! Past condemnation, sheltered by blood! Even in Egypt feed we on the Lamb, Keeping the statutes of God, the I AM. In the world around, 'tis night, Where the feast is spread, 'tis bright; Israel's Lord is Israel's light. 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, our Saviour from above. 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom we love. Pilgrims and strangers, captives no more; Wilderness rangers, sing we on the shore. God in His power parted hath the sea, Foes have all perished, His people are free. By the pillar safely led, By the manna daily fed, Now the homeward way we tread. 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, our Shepherd here below, 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom we know. Canaan-possessors, safe in the land; Victors, confessors, banner in hand; Jordan's deep river evermore behind; Cares of the desert no longer in mind. Egypt's stigma rolled away, Canaan's corn our strength and stay, Triumph we the live-long day. 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, the Christ of God alone, 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom we own. 70 He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
Leadeth  
New BHB #166
Joseph Henry Gilmore (1862)
L.M.D. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. c He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me. Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me! c He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me. Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, And never murmur or repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. He leadeth me! c He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the vict'ry's won E'en death's cold wave I will not flee If God through Jordan leadeth me. He leadeth me! c He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me. 71 He lives—the great Redeemer lives;
Mainzer Kent  
New BHB #167
Anne Steele (1760)
L.M. He lives—the great Redeemer lives; What joy the blest assurance gives! And now before His Father, God, Pleads the full merit of His blood. Great Advocate, Almighty Friend! On Thee do all our hopes depend: Our cause can never, never fail, For Thou dost plead, and must prevail. In every dark, distressing hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this blest truth repel each dart, That Thou dost bear us on Thy heart. 72 Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam
There is Rest  
  
New BHB #172
C. W. Ainsworth
P.M. Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam, Here is no rest—is no rest; Here as a pilgrim I wander alone, Yet I am blest—I am blest. For I look forward to that glorious day When sin and sorrow shall vanish away; My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, There, there is rest—there is rest. Here are afflictions and trials severe, Here is no rest—is no rest; Here I must part with the friends I hold dear, Yet I am blest—I am blest. Sweet is the promise I read in Thy Word; Blessed are they who have died in the Lord; They have been called to receive their reward; There, there is rest—there is rest. This world of care is a wilderness state, Here is no rest—is no rest; But I must bear from the world all its hate, Yet I am blest—I am blest. Soon shall I be from the wicked released; Soon shall the weary for ever be blest; Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast; There, there is rest—there is rest. 73 He sitteth o'er the waterfloods
Tallis 
New BHB #168
Richard Whateley
C.M. He sitteth o'er the waterfloods, And He is strong to save; He sitteth o'er the waterfloods And guides each drifting wave. Though loud around the vessel's prow The waves may toss and break; Yet at His word they sink to rest As on a tranquil lake. He sitteth o'er the waterfloods, As in the days of old, When o'er the Saviour's sinless head The waves and billows rolled. Yea, all the billows passed o'er Him; Our sins—they bore Him down; For us He met th' o'erwhelming storm, He met th' Almighty's frown. He sitteth o'er the waterfloods; Then doubt and fear no more, For He who passed through all the storms Has reached the heavenly shore. And every tempest-driven barque With Jesus for its Guide, Will soon be moored in harbour calm, In glory to abide. 74 Holy Saviour! We adore Thee
Regent Square  
8.7.8.7.8.7.
New BHB #181
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles (1838)
8.7.8.7.4.7. Holy Saviour! We adore Thee Seated on the throne of God; While the heavenly hosts before Thee Gladly sing Thy praise aloud, Thou art worthy! We are ransomed by Thy blood. Saviour! Though the world despised Thee, Though Thou here wast crucified, Yet the Father's glory raised Thee, Lord of all creation wide; Thou art worthy! We shall live, for Thou hast died. And though here on earth rejected, 'Tis but fellowship with Thee; What besides could be expected Than like Thee our Lord to be? Thou art worthy! Thou from earth hast set us free. Haste the day of Thy returning With Thy ransomed Church to reign; Then shall end our days of mourning, We shall sing with rapture then: Thou art worthy! Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen. 75 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear!
Dunfermline 
New BHB #182
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear! Thou glorious Star of day, Shine forth, and chase the dreary night! With all our tears, away. No resting-place we seek on earth, No loveliness we see; Our eye is on the royal crown, Prepared for us and Thee. But, Jesus, Lord! However bright That crown of joy above, What is it to the brighter hope Of dwelling in Thy love? What to the joy, the deeper joy, Unmingled, pure, and free, Of union with our living Head, Of fellowship with Thee? This joy e'en now on earth is ours' But only, Lord, above, Our hearts, without a pang, shall know The fullness of Thy love. There, near Thy heart, upon the throne, Thy ransomed Church shall see What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, Who died to make us free. 76 How bright that blessed hope!
Worship  
New BHB #183
Anonymous
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. How bright that blessed hope! Jesus will come! Let us our heads lift up, Jesus will come! Morning so bright and clear, Mansions of God appear, Sin shall not enter there, Jesus will come. Him every eye shall see When He appears; Bright will the glory be When He appears; Soon shall the trumpet speak, Each sleeping saint awake, And that glad morning break When He appears. Raised unto glory then At His return; Joyous our song shall be At His return; Gathered around to Him All learn the heav'nly hymn; Jesus our joyful theme At His return. Full of this blessed hope Till He shall come; Let us the cross take up Till He shall come; Happy reproach to bear, Shame, for His sake, to share, Since we the crown shall wear When He shall come. 77 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
Hanover Montgomery  
New BHB #185
From "A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors" by John Rippon (1787) where it is attributed to "K-" (author unknown)
11.11.11.11. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word! What more can He say than to you He hath said, You who to the Saviour for refuge have fled? Fear not, He is with thee; oh, be not dismayed! He—He is thy God, and will still give thee aid; He'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by His righteous, omnipotent hand. The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose, He will not, He cannot desert to its foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, He'll never—no, never—no, never forsake! 78 How good is the God we adore
Celeste  
New BHB #186
Joseph Hart (1759)
8.8.8.8. How good is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as great as His power, And knows neither measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise Him for all that is past, And trust Him for all that's to come. 79 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
St. Peter Lloyd  
New BHB #190
John Newton (1779)
C.M. How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. Dear Name! The Rock on which we build; Our shield and hiding-place; Our never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. Jesus, our Saviour, Shepherd, Friend, Prophet, and Priest, and King; Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End, Accept the praise we bring. Weak is the effort of our heart, And cold our warmest thought; But when we see Thee as Thou art We'll praise Thee as we ought. Till then we would Thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath; And triumph in that blessed Name Which quells the power of death. 80 I'm but a stranger here;
Pilgrim Song  
New BHB #638
Thomas Rawson Taylor (1836)
P.M. I'm but a stranger here; Heaven is my home! Earth is a desert drear; Heaven is my home! Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand; Heav'n is my fatherland, Heaven is my home. What though the tempest rage? Heaven is my home! Short is my pilgrimage; Heaven is my home! And time's wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast; I shall reach home at last; Heaven is my home. There at my Saviour's side; Heaven is my home! I shall be glorified; Heaven is my home! There with the good and blest, Those I've loved most and best, I shall for ever rest; Heaven is my home. Therefore I'll murmur not: Heaven is my home! Whate'er my earthly lot; Heaven is my home! For I shall surely stand There at my Lord's right hand; Heav'n is my fatherland: Heaven is my home. 81 I am waiting for the dawning
Austrian Hymn  
New BHB #195
Samuel Trevor Francis
8.7.8.7.D. I am waiting for the dawning Of the bright and blessed day, When the darksome night of sorrow Shall have vanished far away; When for ever with the Saviour, Far beyond this vale of tears, I shall swell the song of worship Through the everlasting years. I am looking at the brightness, See, it shineth from afar, Of the clear and joyous beaming Of the Bright and Morning Star. Through the dark grey mist of morning Do I see its glorious light; Then away with ev'ry shadow Of this sad and weary night. I am waiting for the coming Of the Lord who died for me; O His words have thrilled my spirit, I will come again for thee, I can almost hear His footfall On the threshold of the door, And my heart, my heart is longing To be with Him evermore. 82 I am a stranger here
Homeward  
Anonymous
6.6.6.6.4. I am a stranger here, No home, no rest I see; Not all men count most dear Should win a sigh from me: I'm going home. Saviour, Thy home is mine, And I, Thy Father's child; With hopes and joys divine The world's a weary wild: I'm going home Home, O how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart! Home, where the brethren meet And never, never part: I'm going home. Home, where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of His love; Home, where the Father waits To welcome her above: I'm going home. And when the world looks cold, Which did my Lord revile, A lamb within the fold I can look up and smile: I'm going home. When earth's delusive charms Would snare my pilgrim feet, I'll fly to Jesus' arms And yet again repeat, I'm going home. Ah! Gently, gently lead, Along the painful way, Bid every word and deed And every look to say, I'm going home! 83 My Father Knows
Knowledge  
New BHB #229
Mary S. B. Dana
P.M. I'm a pilgrim and a stranger, Rough and thorny is the road, Often in the midst of danger, But it leads to God. Clouds and darkness oft distress me, Great and many are my foes; Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me: But my Father knows. O how sweet is this assurance 'Midst the conflict and the strife! Although sorrows past endurance Follow me through life. Home in prospect still can cheer me; Yes, and give me sweet repose, While I feel His presence near me: For my Father knows. Yes, He sees and knows me daily; Watches over me in love; Sends me help when foes assail me, Bids me look above. Soon my journey will be ended, Life is drawing to a close; I shall then be well attended: This my Father knows. I shall then with joy behold Him, Face to face my Saviour see; Fall with rapture and adore Him For His love to me. Nothing more shall then distress me In the land of sweet repose; Jesus stands engaged to bless me: This my Father knows. 84 I'm waiting for Thee, Lord
Jewels  
New BHB #231
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
P.M. I'm waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord, I'm waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again. Thou'rt gone over there, Lord, A place to prepare, Lord, Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again. 'Mid danger and fear, Lord, I'm oft weary here, Lord; The day must be near of Thy coming again 'Tis all sunshine there, Lord, No sighing or care, Lord, But glory so fair at thy coming again. Whilst Thou art away, Lord, I stumble and stray, Lord; O hasten the day of Thy coming again! This is not my rest, Lord; A pilgrim confest, Lord, I wait to be blest at Thy coming again. Our loved ones before, Lord, Their troubles are o'er, Lord, I'll meet them once more at Thy coming again. The blood was the sign, Lord, That marked them as Thine, Lord, And brightly they'll shine at Thy coming again. E'en now let my ways, Lord, Be bright with Thy praise, Lord, For brief are the days ere Thy coming again. I'm waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; No triumph for me like Thy coming again. 85 I am watching for the morning
Watching  
  
Boethia Thompson
P.M. I am watching for the morning, I am looking for the dawning I am watching for the morning Of that day—that day. I am waiting for the meeting, I am longing for the greeting; I am waiting for the meeting With my Lord, that day. c With the Lord to be for ever, With the saints to be together; With the Lord to be for ever From that day—that day. I am gazing up for Thee, Lord, Until Thy face I see, Lord; I am gazing up for Thee, Lord, Till that day—that day. I would haste the consummation Of that great and full salvation; I would haste the consummation Of our joys, that day. c With the Lord to be for ever, With the saints to be together; With the Lord to be for ever From that day—that day. How I long to see Thy smile, Lord, When has passed the little while, Lord; How I long to see Thy smile, Lord, On that day—that day. O to see the beam of gladness On that face once marred with sadness; O to see the beam of gladness On Thy face, that day. c With the Lord to be for ever, With the saints to be together; With the Lord to be for ever From that day—that day. O to see the morning breaking, O the joy of such awaking; O to see the morning breaking On that day—that day. To be caught up, Lord, for ever, To be parted, Lord, no never; To be with Thee, Lord, for ever From that rapturous day. c With the Lord to be for ever, With the saints to be together; With the Lord to be for ever From that day—that day. 86 I bless the Christ of God;
Silchester  
Horatius Bonar (1861)
S.M. I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine; And with unfalt'ring lip and heart I call this Saviour mine. His Cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each ling'ring shade of gloom. I praise the God of grace, I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy, my light. In Him is only good, In me is only ill; My ill but draws His goodness forth, And me He loveth still. 'Tis He who saveth me, And freely pardon gives; I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives. My life with Him is hid, My death has passed away, My clouds have melted into light, My midnight into day. 87 I bow me to Thy will, O God
Dunfermline  
New BHB #196
Frederick William Faber
C.M. I bow me to Thy will, O God, And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live I'd seek To please Thee more and more. Why should I care, O blessed Lord? Since all my cares are Thine; Why not in triumph live, since Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine? Lead on, lead on triumphantly, O blessed Lord! Lead on; Faith's pilgrim sons behind Thee seek The road that Thou hast gone. He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost; God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. Ill that God blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His sweet will. 88 I have been at the altar and witnessed the Lamb
It is Well  
  
New BHB #204
Amelia Matilda Hull
P.M. I have been at the altar and witnessed the Lamb Burnt wholly to ashes for me; And watched its sweet savour ascending on high, Accepted, O Father, by Thee. And lo, while I gazed at the glorious sight, A voice from above reached mine ears: By this thine iniquity's taken away, And no trace of it on thee appears. An end of thy sin has been made for thee here By Him who its penalty bore; With blood it is blotted eternally out, And I will not remember it more. O Lord, I believe it with wonder and joy; Confirm, Thou, this precious belief; While daily I learn that I am in myself Of sinners the vilest and chief. 89 I have a home above
Franconia  
New BHB #202
Henry Bennett
S.M. I have a home above From sin and sorrow free; A mansion which eternal love Designed and formed for me. My Father's gracious hand Has built this blest abode; From everlasting it was planned My dwelling-place with God. My Saviour's precious blood Has made my title sure: He passed through death's dark raging flood To make my rest secure. The Comforter is come, The earnest has been given; He leads me onward to the home Reserved for me in heaven. Loved ones are gone before Whose pilgrim days are done; I soon shall greet them on that shore Where partings are unknown. But more than all, I long His glories to behold, Whose smile fills all the radiant throng With ecstasy untold. That bright, yet tender smile, My sweetest welcome there, Shall cheer me through the little while I tarry for Him here. Thy love, most gracious Lord, My joy and strength shall be, Till Thou shalt speak the gladd'ning word That bids me rise to Thee. And then, through endless days Where all Thy glories shine, In happier, holier strains I'll praise The grace that made me Thine. 90 I heard the voice of Jesus say
Vox Dilecti Kingsfold  
New BHB #208
Horatius Bonar (1846)
C.M. I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast. I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say. Behold, I freely give The living water: Thirsty one Stoop down, and drink, and live. I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's Light: Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till trav'lling days are done. 91 I hear the words of love
Hampton Ripon  
New BHB #207
Horatius Bonar (1846)
S.M. I hear the words of love, I gaze upon the blood, I see the mighty sacrifice, And I have peace with God. 'Tis everlasting peace! Sure as Jehovah's Name, 'Tis stable as His steadfast throne, For evermore the same. The clouds may go and come, And storms may sweep my sky; This blood-sealed friendship changes not, The Cross is ever nigh. My love is ofttimes low, My joy still ebbs and flows, But peace with Him remains the same, No change Jehovah knows. I change, He changes not; The Christ can never die: His love, not mine, the resting-place, His truth, not mine, the tie. The Cross still stands unchanged, Though heaven is now His home; The mighty stone is rolled away, But yonder is His tomb! And yonder is my peace, The grave of all my woes! I know the Son of God has come, I know He died and rose. I know He liveth now At God's right hand above; I know the throne on which He sits, I know His truth and love. 92 I journey through a desert drear and wild
Navarre  
New BHB #209
Mary Jane Deck Walker
10.10.10.10. I journey through a desert drear and wild, Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled Of Him on whom I lean, my Strength, my Stay. I can forget the sorrows of the way. Thoughts of His love—the root of ev'ry grace Which finds in this poor heart a dwelling-place; The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright, And my calm pillow of repose by night. Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears; The tale of love unfolded in those years Of sinless suffering and patient grace, I love again and yet again to trace. Thoughts of His glory—on the Cross I gaze, And there behold its sad yet healing rays; Beacon of hope which, lifted up on high, Illumes with heavenly light the tear-dimmed eye. Thoughts of His coming; for that joyful day In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray; The dawn draws nigh, the midnight shadows flee, O what a sunrise will that advent be! 93 I hear the accuser roar
Silchester  
New BHB #206
Samuel Whitlock Gandy
S.M. I hear the accuser roar Of ills that I have done; I know them well, and thousands more; Jehovah findeth none. Sin, Satan, Death, press near To harass and appal; Let but my risen Lord appear, Backward they go and fall. Before, behind, around, They set their fierce array To fight and force me from my ground Along Immanuel's way. I meet them face to face Through Jesus' conquest blest; March in the triumph of His grace Right onward to my rest. There, in His book I bear A more than conq'ror's name, A soldier, son, and fellow-heir, Who fought and overcame. His be the Victor's name Who fought our fight alone: Triumphant saints no honour claim, Their conquest was His own. By weakness and defeat He won the meed and crown; Trod all our foes beneath His feet By being trodden down. He hell in hell laid low; Made sin, He sin o'erthrew; Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so, And death, by dying, slew. Bless, bless the Conq'ror slain! Slain in His victory! Who lived, who died, who lives again, For thee, His Church, for thee. 94 I left it all with Jesus long ago;
English Air  
  
New BHB #213
Ellen H. Willis (1876)
P.M. I left it all with Jesus long ago; All my sins I brought Him, and my woe: When by faith I saw Him on the tree, Heard His still, small whisper, Tis for thee, From my heart the burden rolled away: Happy day! From my heart the burden rolled away: Happy day! I leave it all with Jesus, for He knows How to steal the bitter from life's woes; How to gild the tear-drop with His smile, Make the desert garden bloom awhile: When my weakness leaneth on His might All seems light. When my weakness leaneth on His might All seems light. I leave it all with Jesus day by day; Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may: Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest In the calm, sure haven of His breast; Love esteems it heaven to abide At His side. Love esteems it heaven to abide At His side. 95 I need Thee, precious Saviour!
Munich  
New BHB #214
Frederick Whitfield
7.6.7.6.D. I need Thee, precious Saviour! O Thou art all to me; Before the throne for ever I stand complete in Thee. Though Satan loud accuses, Yet I can ever see The blood of Christ most precious, The sinner's perfect plea. I need Thee, precious Saviour! For I am very poor; A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store. I need Thy love, Lord Jesus! To cheer me on my way, To guide my doubting footsteps. To be my strength and stay. I need Thee, precious Saviour! I need a friend like Thee; A friend to soothe and comfort, A friend to care for me. I need Thy heart, Lord Jesus! To feel each anxious care, To bear my ev'ry burden, And all my sorrow share. I need Thee, precious Saviour! For I am very blind, A weak and foolish wand'rer, With dark and evil mind. I need Thy light, Lord Jesus! To tread the thorny road! To guide me safe to glory Where I shall see my God. I need Thee, precious Saviour! I need Thee day by day To fill me with Thy fullness, To lead me on my way. I need Thy Holy Spirit To teach me what I am, To show me more of Jesus, To point me to the Lamb. I need Thee, precious Saviour! And hope to see Thee soon, Encircled with the rainbow And seated on Thy throne; There, with Thy blood-bought people, My joy shall ever be To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus, And ever gaze on Thee. 96 I once was a stranger to grace and to God;
Consolation  
New BHB #215
Robert Murray McCheyne (1837)
11.11.11.11. I once was a stranger to grace and to God; I knew not my danger, I felt not my load; Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, JEHOVAH TSIDKENU was nothing to me. Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters went over His soul; Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree JEHOVAH TSIDKENU—'twas nothing to me. When free grace awoke me by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die; No refuge, no safety in self could I see, JEHOVAH TSIDKENU my Saviour must be. My terrors all vanished before the sweet Name; My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free; JEHOVAH TSIDKENU is all things to me. 97 I saw the Cross of Jesus
Holmbridge Missionary  
New BHB #217
George Müller & (tr?) Frederick Whitfield (1875)
7.6.7.6.D. I saw the Cross of Jesus When burdened with my sin, I sought the Cross of Jesus To give me peace within; I brought my sins to Jesus, He cleansed them in His blood; And in the Cross of Jesus I found my peace with God. I love the Cross of Jesus; It tells me what I am: A vile and guilty creature, Saved only through the Lamb. No righteousness, no merit, No beauty can I plead; Yet in the Cross I glory, My title there I read. Sweet is the Cross of Jesus; There let my weary heart Still rest in peace unshaken Till with Him—ne'er to part; And then in strains of glory I'll sing His wondrous power, Where sin can never enter, And death is known no more. 98 I thirst, but not as once I did
Melcombe  
New BHB #221
William Cowper
L.M. I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasure there. It was the sight of Thy dear Cross First weaned my soul from earthly things, And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. Great Fountain of delight unknown! No longer sink below the brim; But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream. 99 In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair
Hiding in Thee  
New BHB #241
John Price
P.M. In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair When my heart is o'erwhelmed with sorrow and care; From the ends of the earth to Thee will I cry, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. c Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. When Satan, my foe, shall come in like a flood To drive my poor soul from the Fountain of good, I'll pray to the Saviour who meekly did die; Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. c Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. And while as a stranger I sojourn below, Thy covenant blessings, Lord, freely bestow; In affliction's dark night to Thy throne let me fly, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. c Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. And when the last trumpet shall sound through the skies, And the dead in Christ Jesus immortal shall rise, With the ransomed I'll praise Him above yonder sky, Built firm on the Rock that is higher than I. c Higher than I, higher than I, Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. 100 I would commune with Thee, my God;
St. Anne St. Etheldreda  
George Burden Bubier
C.M. I would commune with Thee, my God; E'en to Thy seat I come; I leave my joys, I leave my sins, And seek in Thee my home. I stand upon the mount of God With sunlight in my soul; I hear the storms in vales beneath; I hear the thunders roll. But I am calm with Thee, my God, Beneath these glorious skies; And to the height on which I stand Nor storms nor clouds can rise. O this is life! O this is joy! My God, to find Thee so; Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear, And all Thy love to know. 101 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine
Surpassing  
New BHB #247
Mary Shekleton (1863)
10.10.10.10.4. It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine, Lord Jesus, Saviour; yet this soul of mine Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength Know more and more. It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine, Lord Jesus Saviour; yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near, A love which can remove all guilt and fear, And love beget. It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine, Lord Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free, Which brings a rebel sinner, even me, Nigh unto God. But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know The fullness of Thy love while here below, My empty vessel I may freely bring; O Thou, who art of love the living spring, My vessel fill. Then fill me, O my Saviour, with Thy love! Lead, lead me to the living fount above; Thither may I in simple faith draw nigh, And never to another fountain fly, But unto Thee. And when, Lord Jesus, Thine own face I see, When at Thy lofty throne I bow the knee, Then of Thy love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, My soul shall sing. 102 I will sing of my Redeemer
My Redeemer  
New BHB #226
Philip P. Bliss (1876)
8.7.8.7.D. I will sing of my Redeemer, And His wondrous love to me; On the cruel Cross He suffered, From the curse to set me free. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will tell the wondrous story, How my lost estate to save, In His boundless love and mercy He the ransom freely gave. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will praise my dear Redeemer, His triumphant power I'll tell; How the victory He giveth Over sin, and death, and Hell. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will sing of my Redeemer, And His heav'nly love to me; He from death to life hath brought me, Son of God, with him to be. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. 103 I've found a Friend; O such a Friend!
Friendship  
New BHB #232
James Grindlay Small (1863)
8.7.8.7.D. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! He loved me ere I knew Him; He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him. And round my heart still closely twine Those ties which nought can sever, For I am Christ's and He is mine, For ever and for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! He bled, He died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me. Nought that I have, mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the Giver: My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are His, and His for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! All power to Him is given To guard me on my onward course And bring me safe to heaven. Th' eternal glories gleam afar To nerve my faint endeavour; So now to watch! To work! To war! And then to rest for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! So kind, and true, and tender, So wise a Counsellor and Guide, So mighty a Defender. From Him, who loves me now so well, What power my soul can sever? Shall life? Or death? shall earth? or hell? No! I am His for ever. 104 I've found a joy in sorrow
Satisfied  
New BHB #233
Jane Fox Crewdson (1864)
7.6.7.6.D. I've found a joy in sorrow, A secret balm for pain, A beautiful to-morrow Of sunshine after rain. I've found a branch of healing Near ev'ry bitter spring, A whispered promise stealing O'er ev'ry broken string. I've found a glad hosanna For every woe and wail; A handful of sweet manna When grapes of Eshcol fail; I've found the Rock of Ages When desert wells are dry; And, after weary stages, I've found an Elim nigh. An Elim with its coolness, Its fountains, and its shade; A blessing in its fullness, When buds of promise fade. O'er tears of soft contrition I've seen a rainbow light, A glory and fruition, So near! yet out of sight. My Saviour, Thee possessing, I have the joy, the balm, The healing and the blessing, The sunshine and the psalm; The promise for the fearful, The Elim for the faint, The rainbow for the tearful, The glory for the saint. 105 I was a wand'ring sheep
Nearer Home  
New BHB #223
Horatius Bonar (1843)
S.M.D. I was a wand'ring sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father's voice I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child, And followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er desert waste and wild. Yea, found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone. And bound me with the bands of love, And saved the wand'ring one. Jesus my Shepherd is, 'Twas He that loved my soul, 'Twas He that cleansed me by His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole. 'Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wand'ring sheep; 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep. No more a wand'ring sheep I love to be controlled. I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child I seek no more to roam; I love my heav'nly Father's voice, I love, I love His home. 106 It may be at morn
It may be at morn  
  
New BHB #246
H.L. Turner (1878)
P.M. It may be at morn, When the day is awaking, When sunlight through darkness And shadow is breaking, That Jesus will come In the fullness of glory To receive from the world His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! It may be at midday, It may be at twilight, It may be, perchance, That the blackness of midnight Will burst into light In the blaze of His glory When Jesus receives His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! While hosts cry Hosanna, From heaven descending, With glorified saints And the angels attending, With grace on His brow, Like a halo of glory Will Jesus receive His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! O joy! O delight! Should we go without dying; No sickness, no sadness, No dread, and no crying; Caught up through the clouds With our Lord into glory When Jesus receives His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! 107 I've found the precious Christ of God
University Belgrave  
New BHB #234
John Mason
C.M. I've found the precious Christ of God, My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ I have, A precious Christ have I. Christ Jesus is the Lord of lords, He is the King of kings; He is the Sun of Righteousness With healing in His wings. Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink, My med'cine and my health; My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown, My glory and my wealth. Christ is my Shepherd and my Friend, My Saviour whom I love, My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor, My Advocate above. Christ Jesus is the heaven of heaven; My Christ what shall I call? Christ is the First, Christ is the Last, And Christ is all in all. 108 Jehovah is our strength
Lennox  
New BHB #249
Samuel Barnard
6.6.6.6.8.8. Jehovah is our strength, And He shall be our song; We shall o'ercome at length, Although our foes be strong: In vain then Satan doth oppose, For God is stronger than His foes. The Lord our refuge is, And ever will remain; Since He hath made us His He will our cause maintain: In vain our enemies oppose, For God is stronger than His foes. The Lord our portion is; What can we wish for more? As long as we are His We never can be poor: In vain do earth and hell oppose, For God is stronger than His foes. The Lord our Shepherd is; He knows our ev'ry need; And since we now are His, His care our souls will feed: In vain do sin and death oppose For God is stronger than His foes. 109 Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping ev'ry tear
Goshen Kirkbradden  
New BHB #257
Hugh Stowell
11.11.11.11. Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping ev'ry tear, Folded in His bosom what have we to fear? Only let us follow whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead. Jesus is our Shepherd, well we know His voice! How its gentlest whisper makes our hearts rejoice: Even when He chideth, tender is his tone; None but He shall guide us; we are His alone. Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep He bled; Ev'ry lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign. They that have My Spirit, these, saith He, are Mine. Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may ravin none can do us harm; If we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom, We shall fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb. Jesus is our Shepherd; with His goodness now, And His tender mercy, He doth us endow. Let us sing His praises with a gladsome heart Till in heaven we meet Him, nevermore to part. 110 Jesus Christ, Thou King of Glory
Star of Peace  
New BHB #251
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
8.7.8.4.8.4. Jesus Christ, Thou King of Glory, Born a Saviour-Prince to be, While the angel-hosts adore Thee, We joy in Thee, Singing of Thy grace the story, Praise, praise to Thee. Thou the bands of death didst sever, Conflict Thine and victory; God is for us now and ever; We joy in Thee. We are Thine, Thine own for ever, Praise, praise to Thee. Thou the ransom price hast given, Setting thus the captive free; Thou art Lord of earth and heaven; We joy in Thee. Through Thy blood we stand forgiven, Praise, praise to Thee. Risen Lord! At Thy returning Sweet and full our song shall be; Hasting to that blissful morning We joy in Thee. Thou hast read our spirits' yearning, Praise, praise to Thee. 111 Jesus, in His heav'nly temple
Stuttgart  
New BHB #253
Robert Cleaver Chapman
8.7.8.7. Jesus, in His heav'nly temple, Sits with God upon the throne; Now no more to be forsaken, His humiliation gone. Never more shall God, Jehovah, Smite the Shepherd with the sword; Ne'er again shall cruel sinners Set at nought our glorious Lord. Dwelling in eternal sunshine Of the countenance of God, Jesus fills all heav'n with incense Of His reconciling blood. On His heart our names are graven; On His shoulders we are borne; Of our God beloved in Jesus We can love Him in return. 112 Jesus is coming! Sing the glad word!
Jesus is Coming  
  
New BHB #256
Edwin Hutch & Daniel Webster Whittle
P.M. Jesus is coming! Sing the glad word! Coming for those He redeemed by His blood, Coming to reign as the glorified Lord! Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! The dead shall arise, Loved ones shall meet in a joyful surprise, Caught up together to Him in the skies: Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! His saints to release; Coming to give to the warring earth peace; Sinning, and sighing, and sorrow, shall cease: Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! The promise is true; Who are the chosen, the faithful, the few Waiting and watching, prepared for review? Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! 113 Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary
Balm  
New BHB #260
Boethia Thompson
8.7.8.7.4.7. Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary Looking on Thy Cross and shame; Gazing there I seem so near Thee, Dear to me each throb of pain. Ever near Thee, Ling'ring here I would remain. Little cared I for the anguish Of Thy bitter, bitter cry; Left alone, Lord, there to languish, None to share Thy parting sigh. All forsaken! Left alone, O Lord, to die. Jesus, Saviour, I have found Thee All my utmost need required; In Thyself, Lord, Thou hast found me All Thy loving heart desired. I would praise Thee From my soul by love inspired. All my sins were laid upon Thee, All my guilt was on Thee laid, And the blood of Thine atonement All my utmost debt has paid. Gracious Saviour, I believe, for Thou hast said. Thine almighty arms are round me, And my head is on Thy breast, For my weary soul has found Thee Such a perfect, perfect rest. Gracious Saviour, Now I know that I am blest. 114 Jesus, Lord, we know Thee present
Deerhurst  
New BHB #263
Boethia Thompson
8.7.8.7.D. Jesus, Lord, we know Thee present At Thy table freshly spread, Seated at Thy priceless banquet With Thy banner overhead. Precious moments at Thy table From all fear and doubt set free; Here to rest, so sweetly able, Occupied alone with Thee. Here rejoicing in Thy nearness, Gladly by Thy Spirit led; Calmly in the blest remembrance Of Thy precious blood once shed. Lord, we take each simple token In fond memory of Thee; Muse upon Thy body broken, And Thy blood shed on the tree. O what joy it is to see Thee In these emblems gathered here! In the bread and wine of blessing, Bread to strengthen, wine to cheer. Lord, behold us met together, Members of our risen Head, Thus to take the cup of blessing, Thus to share the broken bread. Lord, we know how true Thy promise To be with us where we meet, When in Thy loved Name we gather To enjoy communion sweet. Dearer still that looked-for promise To each waiting, yearning heart, That we soon will be with Thee, Lord And for ever where Thou art. 115 Jesus! Source of life eternal
Altenburg  
  
New BHB #270
Ernst Christoph Homburg tr/ad by Hannah Kilham Burlingham
P.M. Jesus! Source of life eternal, Jesus! Author of our breath Victor o'er the hosts infernal By defeat and shame and death. Thou through deepest tribulation Deigned to pass for our salvation: Thousand, thousand praises be, Lord of Glory, unto Thee. Thou, O Son of God, wert bearing Cruel mockings, hatred, scorn; Thou, the King of Glory, wearing, For our sake, the crown of thorn; Dying, Thou didst us deliver From the chains of sin for ever: Thousand, thousand praises be, Precious Saviour, unto Thee. All the shame men heaped upon Thee, Thou didst patiently endure; Not the pains of death too bitter Our redemption to procure. Wondrous Thy humiliation To accomplish our salvation: Thousand, thousand praises be, Precious Saviour, unto Thee. Heartfelt, praise and adoration, Saviour, thus to Thee we give; For Thy life humiliation, For Thy death, whereby we live. All the grief Thou wert enduring, All the bliss Thou wert securing: Evermore the theme shall be Of thanksgivings, Lord, to Thee. 116 Jesus! O Name of power divine
St. Bernard  
Frederick Whitfield
C.M. Jesus! O Name of power divine To all of heav'nly birth! Jesus! the never-failing mine Of richest, sweetest worth. Each bitter grief, each anxious care, O Lord, Thy goodness knows; My wounded spirit only there 'Mid conflict finds repose. Here, love may meet a kindred heart, But not a heart like Thine; Lord, from Thy love I cannot part, Nor canst Thou part with mine. With Thee I cannot feel alone, I cannot be forgot; Though friends are changing one by one, Thou, Saviour, changest not! My future path, I know, may be A path of anxious care; But love has planned that path for me, That love in which I share. And is it not, O Lord, enough Thy perfect love to share, Till Thou shalt call Thy Bride above, To meet Thee in the air? It is enough; Thy tender smile, Till I behold Thee there, Shall cheer me through the little while I'm waiting for Thee here. 117 Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heav'n with angels
Joy  
  
Anonymous
P.M. Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heav'n with angels, Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal's return; He has come, he has come To his Father's house at last; He was lost, he is found, And the night of gloom is past. Blessed hour of joy and communion sweet, For his heart is full and his love complete; His Father sees him and hastes to meet, And bids him welcome home. c Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heaven with the angels; Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal's return. Joy! joy! joy! in the courts of heav'n resounding; Joy! joy! joy! o'er the prodigal's return; Hark, the song! hark, the song! 'Tis a joyful, joyful strain, Welcome home, welcome home To thy Father's house again. While his eye is dim with the falling tears Of repented grief, over wasted years The pard'ning voice of his Father cheers, And bids him welcome home. c Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heaven with the angels; Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal's return. Joy! joy! joy! in the radiant fields of glory, Joy! joy! joy! when wand'ring soul returns; Let us haste, let us haste While the morning sun is bright; Jesus calls, Jesus calls, To a land of love and light: We will journey on till our pilgrim feet Shall be found at last in the golden street: Our glorious Saviour will smile to greet, And bid us welcome home. c Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heaven with the angels; Joy! joy! joy! for the prodigal's return. 118 Just as Thou art, how wondrous fair
Ernan  
L.M.D.
Joseph Denham Smith
L.M. Just as Thou art, how wondrous fair, Lord Jesus, all Thy members are: A life divine to them is given, A long inheritance in heaven. Just as I was I came to Thee, An heir of wrath and misery; Just as Thou art before the throne, I stand in righteousness Thine own. Just as Thou art, how wondrous free: Loosed by the sorrows of the tree: Saviour! the curse, the wrath were Thine, To give Thy saints this life divine. Just as Thou art, nor doubt, nor fear Can with Thy spotlessness appear; O timeless love! as Thee, I'm seen The righteousness of God in Him. Just as Thou art, Thou Lamb divine! Life, light, and holiness are Thine: Thyself their endless source I see, And they, the life of God, in me. Just as Thou art, O blissful ray That turned my darkness into day! That woke me from my death in sin To know my perfectness in Him. O teach me, Lord, this grace to own, That self and sin no more are known: That love, Thy love, in wondrous right, Hath placed me in its spotless light. Soon, soon, 'mid joys on joys untold, Thou wilt this grace and love unfold, Till worlds on worlds adoring see The part Thy members have in Thee. 119 Jesus, Lover of my soul
Hollingside Aberystwyth  
New BHB #264
Charles Wesley (1740)
7.7.7.7.D. Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my hope on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart Now and to eternity. 120 Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!
Old Hundred Whitburn  
New BHB #271
Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf
Translated by John Wesley
Alternate first line: God's Christ, who is my righteousness
L.M. Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness! Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, whilst thus arrayed, With joy shall we lift up our head. Bold shall we stand in that great day, For who aught to our charge shall lay? While by Thy blood absolved we are From sin's tremendous curse and fear. Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all the saints redeemed by blood, Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim, And all their boast is in Thy Name. Till we behold Thee on Thy throne, In Thee we boast, in Thee alone; Our beauty this, our glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 121 Kept, safely kept;
Patience  
New BHB #280
William Blane
4.6.8.8.4. Kept, safely kept; My fears away are swept; In weakness to my God I cling, Though foes be strong I calmly sing, Kept, safely kept. Kept by His power, Whatever dangers lower The strength of God's almighty arm Doth shield my soul from every harm, Kept by His power. Through simple faith, Believing what He saith, Unshaken on my God I lean, And realise His power unseen, But known to faith. Kept all the way, E'en to salvation's day, His mighty love ne'er cold shall wax, Nor shall His pow'rful grasp relax, Through all the way. 122 Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee
Deerhurst  
New BHB #282
James George Deck (1841)
8.7.8.7.D. Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee While upon Thy face we gaze; There the Father's love and glory Shine in all their brightest rays. Thine almighty power and wisdom All creation's works proclaim; Heaven and earth alike confess Thee As the ever great I AM. Lamb of God! Thy Father's bosom Ever was Thy dwelling-place; His delight, in Him rejoicing, One with Him in power and grace: O what wondrous love and mercy! Thou didst lay Thy glory by And for us didst come from heaven, As the Lamb of God, to die. Lamb of God! when we behold Thee Lowly in the manger laid; Wand'ring as a homeless stranger In the world Thy hands had made; When we see Thee in the garden In Thine agony of blood; At Thy grace we are confounded, Holy, spotless Lamb of God. When we see Thee, as the Victim, Bound to the accursed tree, For our guilt and folly stricken, All our judgment borne by Thee. Lord, we own, with hearts adoring, Thou hast loved us unto blood; Glory, glory everlasting Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!
OPTIONAL: Verse 1 of Hymn #123 Lamb of God! Thou now art seated High upon Thy Father's throne; All Thy gracious work completed, All Thy mighty vict'ry won. Every knee in heaven is bending To the Lamb for sinners slain; Every voice and harp is swelling, Worthy is the Lamb to reign. 123 Lamb of God! Thou now art seated
Sydney  
James George Deck (1841)
8.7.8.7.D. Lamb of God! Thou now art seated High upon Thy Father's throne; All Thy gracious work completed, All Thy mighty vict'ry won. Every knee in heaven is bending To the Lamb for sinners slain; Every voice and harp is swelling, Worthy is the Lamb to reign. Lord, in all Thy pow'r and glory, Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here, Watching o'er Thy ransomed people To Thy gracious heart so dear. Thou for us art interceding, Everlasting is Thy love; And a blessed rest preparing In the Father's house above. Lamb of God! Thou soon in glory Wilt to this sad earth return; All Thy foes shall quake before Thee, All that now despise Thee mourn; Then Thy saints all gathered to Thee With Thee in Thy kingdom reign; Thine the praise, and Thine the glory Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 124 Let us love and sing and wonder!
Oberlin  
New BHB #283
John Newton (1774)
8.7.8.7.7.7. Let us love and sing and wonder! Let us praise the Saviour's Name! He has hushed the law's loud thunder, He has quenched mount Sinai's flame; He has washed us in His blood, He has brought us nigh to God. Let us love the Lord that bought us, Pitied us when wand'ring far; Called us by His grace, and taught us Where our joys and blessings are; He has washed us in His blood, He presents our souls to God. Let us sing, though fierce temptation Threaten hard to bear us down; For the Lord, our strong salvation, Holds in view the conq'ror's crown; He who washed us in His blood, Has secured our way to God. Let us wonder; grace and justice Join, and point to mercy's store; When through grace in Christ our trust is Justice smiles, and asks no more; He who washed us in His blood Soon will bring us home to God. 125 Let us rejoice in Christ the Lord
Jackson  
New BHB #284
John Newton (1774)
C.M. Let us rejoice in Christ the Lord Who claims us for His own; The hope established on His Word Can ne'er be overthrown. Though many foes beset us round, And feeble is our arm, Our life is hid with Christ in God Beyond the reach of harm. Weak as we are, we shall not faint Or fainting, cannot fail; Jesus, the strength of every saint, For ever must prevail. Though now He's unperceived by sense Faith sees Him always near; Our guide, our glory, our defence. To save from every fear. As surely as He overcame And conquered death and sin, So surely those that trust His Name Will all His triumph win. 126 Lord, accept our feeble song;
Innocents  
Thomas Kelly
7.7.7.7. Lord, accept our feeble song; Power and praise to Thee belong; We would all Thy grace record, Holy, holy, holy Lord. Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop, Thence is all Thy people's hope; Thou wast poor, that we might be Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee. When we think of love like this, Joy and shame our hearts possess; Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus; Shame for such returns from us. Yet we soon the day shall see When we shall from sin be free; When, to Thee in glory brought, We shall serve Thee as we ought. 127 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
Regent Square  
New BHB #288
Thomas Kelly
8.7.8.7.4.7. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow: Crown Him! crown Him! Crowns become the Victor's brow. Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown Him! crown Him! Crown the Saviour, King of kings. Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim: Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His Name: Crown Him! crown Him! Spread abroad the Victor's fame. Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords. Jesus takes the highest station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him! crown Him! King of kings, and Lord of lords. 128 Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
St. Magnus  
New BHB #294
James George Deck (1837)
C.M. Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee? O height, O depth of love! Once slain for us upon the tree, We're one with Thee above. Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, Confessed and borne by Thee; The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine, To set Thy members free. Ascended now in glory bright, Still one with us Thou art; Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height Thy saints and Thee can part! O teach us, Lord, to know and own This wondrous mystery, That Thou with us art truly one, And we are one with Thee. Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, When, seated on Thy throne, Thou shalt to wond'ring worlds display That Thou with us art one. 129 Lord Jesus Christ we seek Thy face
Retreat  
New BHB #295
Alexander Stewart
L.M. Lord Jesus Christ we seek Thy face, Within the veil we bow the knee; O let Thy glory fill the place, And bless us while we wait on Thee. We thank Thee for the precious blood That purged our sins and brought us nigh, All cleansed and sanctified, to God, Thy holy Name to magnify. Shut in with Thee, far, far above The restless world that wars below, We seek to learn and prove Thy love, Thy wisdom and Thy grace to know. The brow that once with thorns was bound, Thy hands, Thy side, we fain would see; Draw near, Lord Jesus, glory-crowned, And bless us while we wait on Thee. 130 Lord Jesus, come!
Patience  
4.6.8.8.8.
New BHB #296
George Jekell (1856)
4.6.8.8.4. Lord Jesus, come! Nor let us longer roam Afar from Thee, and that bright place Where we shall see Thee face to face. Lord Jesus, come! Lord Jesus, come! Thine absence here we mourn; No joy we know apart from Thee, No sorrow in Thy presence see. Come, Saviour, come! Lord Jesus, come! And claim us as Thine own; Our weary feet would wander o'er This dark and sinful world no more. Come, Saviour, come! Lord Jesus, come! And take Thy people home; That all Thy flock, so scattered here, With Thee in glory may appear. Lord Jesus, come! 131 Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing!
Munich  
New BHB #297
Samuel G. Kuster
7.6.7.6.D. Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing! How dear Thou art to me! Are cares or fears assailing? I find my strength in Thee: Why should my feet grow weary Of this my pilgrim way? Rough though the path and dreary, It ends in perfect day. Nought, nought I count as pleasure, Compared, O Christ, with Thee; Thy sorrow without measure Earned peace and joy for me. I love to own, Lord Jesus, Thy claims o'er me divine; Bought with Thy blood most precious Whose can I be but Thine? What fills my heart with gladness? 'Tis Thy abounding grace! Where can I look in sadness, But, Saviour, on Thy face? My all is Thy providing, Thy love can ne'er grow cold; In Thee, my refuge, hiding, No good wilt Thou withhold. Why should I droop in sorrow? Thou'rt ever by my side! Why, trembling, dread the morrow? What ill can e'er betide? If I my cross have taken, 'Tis but to follow Thee; If scorned, despised, forsaken, Nought severs Thee from me. O worldly pomp and glory, Your charms are spread in vain; I've heard a sweeter story, I've found a truer gain. Where Christ a place prepareth There is my loved abode, There shall I gaze on Jesus, There shall I dwell with God. From every tribulation, From every sore distress, In Christ I've full salvation, Sure help and quiet rest: No fear of foes prevailing, I triumph, Lord, in Thee! Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing! How dear Thou art to me. 132 Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing
Dismission  
John Fawcett & Godfrey Thring & William Walter Shirley  (1773)
8.7.8.7.8.7. Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; O refresh us, O refresh us Trav'lling through this wilderness. Thanks we give and adoration For Thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; Ever faithful, Ever faithful To the truth may we be found. So, when'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Upward borne by Thee to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, We shall ever, We shall ever Reign with Thee in endless day. 133 Lord Jesus, my Saviour!
Appin  
  
New BHB #301
Anonymous
P.M. Lord Jesus, my Saviour! How vast Thy love to me! I'll bathe in its full ocean To all eternity; And wending on to glory This all my song shall be, I am a feeble sinner, But Jesus died for me. O Calvary! O Calvary! The thorn-crown and the spear, 'Tis here Thy love, Lord Jesus, Thy flowing wounds appear. O depths of grace and mercy! To those dear wounds I flee; I am a feeble sinner, But Jesus died for me. Adore Him! Adore Him! The glorious work is done; The Father will not punish me, 'Twas laid upon His Son. 'Tis finished, cried His suff'ring soul, And I my title see; I am a feeble sinner, But Jesus died for me. In glory, in glory, For ever with the Lord, I'll tune my harp, and with the saints I'll sing with sweet accord; And as I strike the golden strings This all my song shall be, I was a feeble sinner, But Jesus died for me. 134 Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine
Jesus, I love Thee  
New BHB #299
William Ralph Featherstone & Adoniram J Gordon
11.11.11.11. Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine, My rock and my fortress, my Surety divine; My gracious Redeemer, my song shall be now, 'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou! I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree; I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; 'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou! I would love Thee in life, I would love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath, And sing, should the death-dew lie cold on my brow, 'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou! And when the bright morn of Thy glory shall come, And the children ascend to the Father's glad home, I'll shout, with Thy likeness impressed on my brow, 'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou! 135 Lord Jesus, in Thy Name alone
Eaton  
New BHB #300
Mary Bowly Peters
8.8.8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, in Thy Name alone We soon shall meet around the throne; With this sole claim, on this sole ground, Thy table here we now surround; What can we mention to our God Except Thine own most precious blood? O Jesus, Lord! there is, indeed Enough in Thee to meet our need, Enough in Thee to make us glad! Why should Thy ransomed ones be sad? This hope have we before our God, Salvation through Thy precious blood. What joy it is to walk with Thee! But O what joy Thy face to see! And when our bliss is all complete, We still shall worship at Thy feet, And mention nothing to our God But that same ever precious blood. 136 Lord Jesus, let Thy favour rest
Farrant Holy Trinity  
John Withy
C.M. Lord Jesus, let Thy favour rest Upon this bond of love; May it be bound in heaven, and blest With blessing from above. Thy ways, Thou heavenly Bridegroom, be The pattern for this pair; Their constant springs be found in Thee, Their life Thy love declare. As fellow-heirs of life in Thee, May they together dwell; Their mutual faith and love still be A sweet refreshing well. And when the day of light shall shine, Their work approvèd be; Thou then with joy wilt own as Thine, Whate'er was done to Thee. 137 Lord Jesus Christ, the thought of Thee
St. Agnes, Durham  
New BHB #273
Bernard of Clairvaux
C.M. Lord Jesus Christ, the thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind. O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art; How good to those who seek. But what to those who find? Ah, this Nor tongue, nor pen can show; The love of Jesus! what it is None but His loved ones know. Saviour, our only joy be Thou As Thou our crown wilt be; Be Thou, O Lord, our glory now. And through eternity. 138 Lord Jesus, Thine;
Patience  
New BHB #302
Albert Midlane
4.6.8.8.4. Lord Jesus, Thine; No more this heart of mine Shall seek its joy apart from Thee; The world is crucified to me, And I am Thine. Thine, Thine alone, My joy, my hope, my crown; Now earthly things may fade and die, They charm my soul no more for I Am Thine alone. Thine, ever Thine, For ever to recline On love eternal, fixed and sure; Yes, I am Thine for evermore, Lord Jesus, Thine. Then let me live, Continual praise to give To Thy dear Name, my precious Lord; Henceforth alone, beloved, adored, To Thee I'd live. Till Thou shalt come And bear me to Thy home, For ever freed from earthly care, Eternally Thy love to share: Lord Jesus, come! 139 Lord! to Thee my heart ascending
Sychar  
New BHB #309
Elizabeth Harris Codner
8.7.8.7.3. Lord! to Thee my heart ascending For Thy mercy full and free, Thankful sings for grace transcending, Grace vouchsafed to sinful me, Even me. [Even me. Grace vouchsafed to sinful me.] Holy Father! who with yearning Of eternal love didst see Hatred in my bosom burning, Thou didst give Thy Son for me, Even me. [Even me. Thou didst give Thy Son for me.] Precious Saviour! great Redeemer! Praise, eternal praise to Thee; Though so long a wand'ring sinner Thou hast kindly welcomed me, Even me. [Even me. Thou hast kindly welcomed me.] But I'm lost in joyful wond'ring, And I say, O can it be That there will be no more sund'ring 'Twixt my blessed Lord and me? Even me. [Even me. 'Twixt my blessed Lord and me.] Can it be that I, an alien, Now a child shall ever be? Can it be that, all forgiven, Glory is prepared for me? Even me. [Even me. Glory is prepared for me.] Yes! for Jesus liveth ever, And His blood hath made me free; From His love no foe can sever, For He gave Himself for me, Even me. [Even me. For He gave Himself for me.] Lord! I thank Thee for salvation, Grace so mighty and so free; Take my all in consecration, Glorify Thyself in me, Even me. [Even me. Glorify Thyself in me.] 140 Lord Jesus, Thou who only art
Giessen  
New BHB #304
Anonymous
8.8.8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, Thou who only art The endless source of purest joy, O come and fill this longing heart; May nought but Thee my thoughts employ Teach me on Thee to fix my eye, For none but Thee can satisfy. The joys of earth can never fill The heart that's tasted of Thy love; No portion would I seek until I reign with Thee, my Lord above, When I shall gaze upon Thy face, And know more fully all Thy grace. When from Thy radiant throne on high Thou didst my fall and ruin see, Thou cam'st on earth for me to die That I might share that throne with Thee. Loved with an everlasting love, My hopes, my joys are all above. O what is all that earth can give? I'm called to share in God's own joy; Dead to the world, in Thee I live, In Thee I've bliss without alloy: Well may I earthly joys resign; All things are mine, and I am Thine! Till Thou shalt come to take me home Be this my one ambition, Lord, Self, sin, the world, to overcome, Fast clinging to Thy faithful Word; More of Thyself each day to know, And more into Thine image grow. 141 Lord Jesus, Thy great love to me
Giessen  
John Wesley
8.8.8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, Thy great love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare: O bend my wayward heart to Thee And reign without a rival there; Thine, wholly Thine, alone I'd live, Myself to Thee entirely give. O Lord, how gracious is Thy way, All fear before Thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow pass away Where'er Thy healing beams arise; Lord Jesus, nothing may I see, Nothing desire apart from Thee. In suff'ring be Thy love my peace, In weakness be Thine arm my strength; And when the storms of life shall cease And Thou from heaven wilt come at length, Lord Jesus, then this heart shall be For ever satisfied with Thee. 142 Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy love
David  
New BHB #305
Thomas Haweis
8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy love Our souls shall for ever delight, And join with the blessed above In praises by day and by night. Wherever we follow Thee, Lord, Admiring, adoring, we see That love which was stronger than death Flow out without limit, and free. Descending from glory on high, With men Thy delight was to dwell; Contented, our Surety to die, By dying to save us from hell. Enduring the grief and the shame, And bearing our sins on the Cross, O who would not boast of Thy love, And count the world's glory but dross. 143 Lord, we are Thine: our God Thou art
Hour of Prayer  
New BHB #310
James George Deck (1841)
L.M.D. Lord, we are Thine: our God Thou art, Fashioned and made we are by Thee; These curious frames! in every part Thy wisdom, power, and love we see; Each breath we draw, each pulse that beats, Each organ formed by skill divine, Each precious sense aloud repeats Great God, that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: in Thee we live, Supported by Thy tender care; Thou dost each hourly mercy give; Thine earth we tread, we breathe Thine air; Raiment and food Thou dost supply; Thy sun's bright rays around us shine: Guarded by Thine all-seeing eye, We own that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: bought by Thy blood: Once the poor guilty slaves of sin; Thou didst redeem us to our God, And made Thy Spirit dwell within. Thou hast our sinful wand'rings borne With love and patience all divine: As brands, then, from the burning torn We own that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: Thy claims we own, Ourselves to Thee we humbly give; Reign Thou within our hearts alone, And make us to Thy glory live. Here let us each Thy mind display, In all Thy brilliant virtues shine; And haste that long-expected day When Thou shalt own that we are Thine. 144 Lord Jesus we believing
Aurelia  
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles
7.6.7.6.D. Lord Jesus we believing In Thee have peace with God, Eternal life receiving, The purchase of Thy blood. Our curse and condemnation Thou bearest in our stead; Secure is our salvation In Thee, our risen Head. The Holy Ghost revealing Thy grace hath given us rest; Thy stripes have given us healing, Thy love doth make us blest. In Thee the Father sees us Accepted and complete; Thy blood, from sin which frees us, For glory makes us meet. 145 May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Sharon  
John Newton (1779)
8.7.8.7. May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth can ne'er afford. 146 Lord Jesus, who didst once appear
St. Bernard  
John Berridge
C.M. Lord Jesus, who didst once appear To grace a marriage feast, We now beseech Thy presence here To make this wedding blest. With grace the bride and bridegroom speed; Thy love their pattern be; May heart with heart be true indeed, As knit, O Lord, in Thee. With gifts of grace their hearts endow of all rich dowries best; Their substance bless, and peace bestow, To sweeten all the rest. In purest love their souls unite That they with Christ-like care May make each other's burdens light By taking mutual share. And looking to their heavenly home O may they dwell each day As heirs of life till Thou shalt come To take Thy bride away. 147 Man of Sorrows! what a name
Marah  
New BHB #323
Philip P. Bliss (1875)
7.7.7.8. Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Bearing shame and scoffing rude In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; Spotless Lamb of God was He: Full atonement, can it be? Hallelujah! what a Saviour! Lifted up was He to die, It is finished, was His cry; Now in heaven exalted high: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew this song we'll sing: Hallelujah! what a Saviour! 148 Lord, we would ne'er forget Thy love
Soldau  
New BHB #313
James George Deck (1841)
L.M. Lord, we would ne'er forget Thy love, Who hast redeemed us by Thy blood; And now, as our High Priest above. Dost intercede for us with God. Lord, we would not forget the pain, The blood-like sweat, the shameful tree, The wrath Thy soul did once sustain From sin and death to set us free. We would remember we are one With every saint that loves Thy Name; United to Thee on the throne, Our life, our hope, our Lord the same. Here, in the broken bread and wine, We hear Thee say, Remember Me! I gave My life to ransom thine, I bore the wrath to set thee free. Lord, we are Thine, we praise Thy love, One with Thy saints, all one in Thee; We would, until we meet above, In all our ways remember Thee. 149 Meeting in the Saviour's Name
Huss  
7.7.7.7.D.
New BHB #327
Thomas Kelly
7.7.7.7.7.7. Meeting in the Saviour's Name, Breaking bread by His command, To the world we thus proclaim On what ground we hope to stand, When the Lord shall come with clouds, Joined by heaven's exulting crowds. From the Cross our hope we draw 'Tis the sinner's sure resource; Jesus magnified the law, Jesus bore its awful curse; What a joyful truth is this! O how full of hope it is! Jesus died, and then arose; Yes, He rose, He lives to reign; He will vanquish all His foes When to earth He comes again; His the triumph and the crown, His the glory and renown. Sing we, then, of Him who died, Sing of Him who rose again; By His blood we're justified, And with Him we hope to reign: Yes, we look to see our Lord, And to share His bright reward. 150 Mid the splendours of the glory
Splendours  
New BHB #329
William Watkins Reid (1863)
8.7.8.7.4.7. Mid the splendours of the glory Which we hope ere long to share, Christ, our Head, and we, His members, Shall appear divinely fair; O how glorious! When we meet Him in the air. From the dateless, timeless periods, He has loved us without cause; And for all His blood-bought myriads, His is love that knows no pause; Matchless Lover! Changeless as th' eternal laws. O what gifts shall yet be granted, Palms and crowns, and robes of white, When the hope for which we panted Bursts upon our gladdened sight, And our Saviour Makes us glorious through His might. Bright the prospect soon that greets us Of that longed-for nuptial day, When our heavenly Bridegroom meets us On His kingly, conquering way; In the glory, Bride and Bridegroom reign for aye. 151 My days are gliding swiftly by
I've Found a Friend  
David Nelson (1835)
8.7.8.7.D. My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, These hours of toil and danger. c For O we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. c For O we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest nought can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. c For O we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our Lord says, Come, and there's our home For ever and for ever! c For O we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. 152 My chains are snapt, the bonds of sin are broken
Palm  
New BHB #336
Margaret L. Carson
11.4.11.4. My chains are snapt, the bonds of sin are broken, And I am free; O let the triumphs of His grace be spoken, Who died for me. O death! O grave! I do not dread your power, The ransom's paid; On Jesus, in that dark and dreadful hour, My guilt was laid. Yes, Jesus bore it, bore, in love unbounded, What none can know; He passed through death and gloriously confounded Our every foe. And now He's risen, proclaim the joyful story, The Lord's on high; And we in Him are raised to endless glory, And ne'er can die. We wait to see the Morning Star appearing In glory bright; This blessed hope illumes, with beams most cheering, The hours of night. 153 My God, I am Thine;
Thine the Glory  
New BHB #339
Charles Wesley
P.M. My God, I am Thine; What a comfort divine! What a blessing to know That Jesus is mine! c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart doth rejoice At the sound of His Name. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. My Saviour to know, And feel His love flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'Tis heaven below. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast; That, that is the fullness, But this is the taste. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens, In Jesus' own love. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. 154 My God! what cords of love are Thine
Belmont  
New BHB #342
Philip Doddridge
C.M. My God! what cords of love are Thine, How gentle, yet how strong! Thy truth and grace their power combine To draw our souls along. The guilt of twice ten thousand sins One moment takes away; And when the fight of faith begins Our strength is as our day. Comfort, through all this vale of tears, In blest profusion flows; And glory of unnumbered years Eternity bestows. Drawn by such cords we'll onward move Till round the throne we meet, And, captives in the chain of love, Embrace our Saviour's feet. 155 Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow
Hold the Fort  
New BHB #331
Emma Frances Shuttleworth Bevan (1898)
8.5.8.5.D Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow, One bright gleam I see; Well I know the blessed morrow Christ will come for me. 'Midst the light, and peace, and glory Of the Father's home Christ for me is waiting, watching, Waiting till I come. Long the blessed Guide has led me By the desert road; Now I see the golden towers, City of my God. There, amidst the love and glory, He is waiting yet; On His hand a name is graven He can ne'er forget. There, amidst the songs of heaven, Sweeter to His ear Is the footfall through the desert Ever drawing near. There, made ready are the mansions Glorious, bright and fair; But the Bride the Father gave Him Still is wanting there. Who is this who comes to meet me On the desert way, As the Morning Star foretelling God's unclouded day? He it is who came to win me On the Cross of shame; In His glory well I know Him Evermore the same. O the blessed joy of meeting All the desert past! O the wondrous words of greeting He shall speak at last! He and I together ent'ring Those bright courts above; He and I together sharing All the Father's love. Where no shade nor stain can enter, Nor the gold be dim; In that holiness unsullied I shall walk with Him. Meet companion, then, for Jesus, From Him, for Him made; Glory of God's grace for ever There in me displayed. He, who in the hour of sorrow Bore the curse alone; I, who through the lonely desert Trod where He had gone. He and I in that bright glory One deep joy shall share; Mine to be forever with Him, His, that I am there. 156 My Shepherd is the Lamb
Zurich  
New BHB #351
John Beaumont's Psalms
S.M. My Shepherd is the Lamb, The living Lord who died; With all things good I ever am By Him in love supplied. He richly feeds my soul With blessings from above, And leads me where the rivers roll Of everlasting love. His love so full, so free! Anoints my head with oil; Goodness and mercy follow me, Fruit of His grief and toil. When faith and hope shall cease, And love abides alone, I then shall see Him face to face, And know as I am known. 157 My God, I have found
Thine the Glory  
New BHB #340
Joseph Denham Smith & John Gambold
P.M. My God, I have found The thrice blessed ground, Where life, and where joy, And true comfort abound. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. 'Tis found in the blood Of Him who once stood My refuge and safety, My surety with God. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. He bore on the tree The sentence for me, And now both the surety And sinner are free. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. Accepted I am In the once-offered Lamb; It was God who Himself Had devised the plan. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And though here below, 'Mid sorrow and woe, My place is in heaven With Jesus, I know. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And this I shall find, For such is His mind, “He'll not be in glory And leave me behind.” c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! soon the glory. Come, Saviour, again! 158 The Solid Rock
Eaton  
New BHB #346
Edward Mote (c.18)
8.8.8.8.8.8. My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' Name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness seems to veil His face I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. His oath, His covenant and blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way He then is all my hope and stay. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. 159 My Redeemer! O what beauties
Regent Square  
New BHB #348
Anonymous
8.7.8.7.4.7. My Redeemer! O what beauties In that lovely Name appear; None but Jesus, in His glories, Shall the honoured title wear. My Redeemer! Thou hast my salvation wrought. Sunk in ruin, sin, and misery, Bound by Satan's captive chain, Guided by his artful treachery, Hurrying on to endless pain; My Redeemer Plucked me as a brand from hell. Mine by covenant, mine for ever, Mine by oath, and mine by blood, Mine—nor time the bond shall sever, Mine as an unchanging God. My Redeemer! Oh how sweet to call Thee mine! When in heaven I see Thy glory, When before Thy throne I bow, Perfected I shall be like Thee, Fully Thy redemption know. My Redeemer Then shall hear me shout His praise. 160 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here
Judah  
New BHB #349
Henry Francis Lyte
11.11.11.11. My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when trials are near? Be hushed my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens the journey and hastens me home. It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, And building my hopes in a region like this; I look for a city which hands have not piled; I pant for a country by sin undefiled. The winds of affliction around me may blow, And dash my lone barque as I'm sailing below; I smile at the storm as I lean on His breast, And soon I shall land in the haven of rest. Let trial and danger my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close; Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, A home with my God will make up for it all. With Christ in my heart, and His Word in my hand, I travel in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, So I journey on singing the conqueror's song. 161 My Saviour, whom absent, I love
David  
William Cowper
8.8.8.8. My Saviour, whom absent, I love, Whom, not having seen, I adore; Whose Name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power. Dissolve Thou the bonds that detain My soul from her portion in Thee; Ah! strike off the adamant chain And make me eternally free. When that happy era begins, When arrayed in Thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more by my sins The bosom on which I recline. O then shall the veil be removed And round me Thy brightness be poured! I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, I shall see whom unseen I adored. And then, nevermore shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and foes, Which darken the valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose. Or, if yet remembered above, Remembrance no sadness shall raise; They'll be but new signs of Thy love, New themes for my wonder and praise. Thus the stroke which from sin and from pain Shall eternally set me free, Will but strengthen and rivet the chain Which binds me, my Saviour, to Thee. 162 No condemnation! O my soul
Farrant  
New BHB #359
Robert Cleaver Chapman
C.M. No condemnation! O my soul 'Tis God that speaks the word; Perfect in comeliness art thou In Christ thy glorious Lord. In heaven His blood for ever speaks In God the Father's ear; His saints as jewels on His heart Jesus doth ever bear. No condemnation! precious word! Consider it, my soul; Thy sins were all on Jesus laid, His stripes have made thee whole. Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes On Christ, the spotless Lamb; So shall we love Thy gracious will And glorify Thy Name. 163 My tongue shall spread the Saviour's fame
Emmanuel  
Anonymous
C.M. My tongue shall spread the Saviour's fame Whose grace I daily prove; For since my soul has known His Name His banner has been—Love. When walking in the paths of sin. I far from Him would rove, By sweet constraint He drew me in, And waved His banner—Love. He spread the banquet, made me eat, Bade all my fears remove; Yea, o'er my guilty, rebel head He placed His banner—Love. When, weary of His rich repast I've sought, alas! to rove, He has recalled His faithless guest And showed His banner—Love. In every conflict I sustain My enemies shall prove Through Him the vict'ry I obtain, Beneath His banner—Love. And when He calls me home ere long To feast with Him above, Through all eternity my song Shall be—His changeless Love. 164 My soul amid this stormy world
Farrant  
New BHB #353
Robert Cleaver Chapman
C.M. My soul amid this stormy world, Is like some fluttered dove, And fain would be as swift of wing And flee to Him I love. The cords that bound my heart to earth Are loosed by Jesus' hand; Before His Cross I now am left A stranger in the land. That visage marred, those sorrows deep, The thorns, the scourge, the gall, These were the golden chains of love His captive to enthral. Fain would I, Saviour, know Thy love, Which yet no measure knows! Would search the depths of all Thy wounds The secret of Thy woes. Fain would I strike the golden harp And wear the promised crown; And at Thy feet, while bending low, Would sing what grace has done. 165 My God, my Father, while I stray
Troyte's Chant  
New BHB #341
Charlotte Elliott (1834)
8.8.8.4. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only: repeat last two lines **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” Oh, teach me from my heart to say, “Thy will be done!” If dark my path and hard my lot, May I be still and murmur not; But breathe the prayer divinely taught, Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” But breathe the prayer divinely taught - “Thy will be done!” If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize—it ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what is Thine: Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” I only yield Thee what is Thine: “Thy will be done!” Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father! help me still to say, Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” My Father! help me still to say, “Thy will be done!” Control my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” All that now makes it hard to say, “Thy will be done!” And when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing on heaven's blissful shore, Thy will be done. c [** McGranahan tune only **] “Thy will be done!” “Thy will be done!” I'll sing on heaven's blissful shore, “Thy will be done!” 166 My sins were laid on Jesus
Golden City Missionary  
New BHB #212
Horatius Bonar (1845)
7.6.7.6.D. My sins were laid on Jesus The spotless Lamb of God; He bore them all and freed me From the accurséd load. My guilt was borne by Jesus; He cleansed the crimson stains In his own blood most precious, And not a spot remains. I tell my wants to Jesus, All fullness dwells in Him; He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline. I love the Name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ the Lord! Like fragrance on the breezes His Name is spread abroad. I long to be like Jesus, Meek, lowly, loving, mild; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child. I long to be with Jesus Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, The everlasting song. 167 No bone of Thee was broken
Munich  
New BHB #358
Robert Cleaver Chapman
7.6.7.6.D. No bone of Thee was broken Thou spotless, paschal Lamb! Of life and peace a token To us who know Thy Name; The Head, for all the members, The curse, the vengeance bore, And God, our God, remembers His people's sins no more. We, Thy redeemed, are reaping What Thou didst sow in tears; This feast which we are keeping Thy Name to us endears; It tells of justice hiding The face of God from Thee; Proud men around deriding Thy sorrows on the tree. Thy death of shame and sorrow Was like unto Thy birth, Which would no glory borrow, No majesty from earth. Thy pilgrims, we are hasting To our eternal home, Its joy already tasting Of vict'ry o'er the tomb. Thy life and death reviewing, We tread the narrow way; Our homeward path pursuing, We watch the dawn of day. We eat and drink with gladness The symbol bread and wine, And sing with sweetest sadness Our song of love divine. 168 Now I have found a Friend
Worship  
New BHB #372
Henry J. M. Hope (1852)
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Now I have found a Friend, Jesus is mine; His love shall never end, Jesus is mine; Though earthly joys decrease, Though human friendships cease, Now I have lasting peace, Jesus is mine. Though I grow poor and old, Jesus is mine; He will my faith uphold, Jesus is mine; He will my wants supply, His precious blood is nigh, Nought can my hope destroy, Jesus is mine. Farewell, mortality! Jesus is mine; Welcome, eternity! Jesus is mine. He my redemption is, Wisdom and righteousness, Life, light, and holiness, Jesus is mine. Father! Thy Name I bless, Jesus is mine; Thine was the sovereign grace, Praise shall be Thine; Spirit of holiness, Sealing the Father's grace, He made my soul embrace Jesus as mine. 169 Now, in a song of grateful praise
Ernan  
New BHB #373
Samuel Medley (1776)
L.M. Now, in a song of grateful praise, To Christ my Lord my voice I'll raise; With all His saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus has done all things well. All worlds His glorious power confess His wisdom all His works express; But O, His love what tongue can tell? My Jesus has done all things well. How sovereign, wonderful and free Has been His love to sinful me! He plucked me from the jaws of hell; My Jesus has done all things well. I spurned His grace, I broke His laws, And yet He undertook my cause, To save me, though I did rebel; My Jesus has done all things well. Though many a fiery, flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart, With this I all his rage repel; My Jesus has done all things well. And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. 170 Not all the blood of beasts
Boylston  
New BHB #368
Isaac Watts (1709)
S.M. Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away one stain. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Took all our sins away, A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. By faith we lay our hand On that dear head of Thine; With broken, contrite hearts we stand, And there confess our sin. We now look back to see The burden Thou didst bear, When hanging on the accursed tree, And know our guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His endless love. 171 No blood, no altar now
Kelso  
  
New BHB #357
Horatius Bonar (1845)
P.M. No blood, no altar now, The sacrifice is o'er; No flame, no smoke ascends on high, The lamb is slain no more; But richer blood has flowed from nobler veins To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest stains. We thank Thee for the blood, The blood of Christ, Thy Son, The blood by which our peace is made, Our victory is won: Great victory o'er hell and sin and woe, That needs no second fight and leaves no second foe. We thank Thee for the grace Descending from above, That overflows our widest guilt, Th' eternal Father's love, Love of the Father's everlasting Son, Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three in One. We thank Thee for the hope, So glad and sure and clear; It holds the drooping spirit up Till the long dawn appear; Fair hope! with what a sunshine does it cheer Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here. We thank Thee for the crown Of glory and of life; 'Tis no poor with'ring wreath of earth, Man's prize in mortal strife; 'Tis incorruptible as is the throne, The kingdom of our God and His incarnate Son. 172 O blessed Saviour! is Thy love
Dublin  
New BHB #378
Joseph Stennett
C.M. O blessed Saviour! is Thy love So great, so full, so free? Fain would we give our hearts, our minds, Our lives, our all, to Thee. We love Thee for the glorious worth Which in Thyself we see; We love Thee for the shameful Cross Endured so patiently. No man of greater love can boast Than for his friend to die; Thou for Thine enemies wast slain! What love with Thine can vie? Though in the very form of God, With heavenly glory crowned, Thou didst partake of human flesh, Beset with sorrows round. Thou wouldst like sinful man be made In everything but sin, That we as like Thee might become, As we unlike have been. Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love, In every heavenly grace, More of Thine image daily gain Till we behold Thy face. O Lord! we treasure in our souls The memory of Thy love; And ever may Thy Name to us A grateful odour prove. 173 O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done!
St. Bernard  
New BHB #376
Mary Bowly Peters
C.M. O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done! How vast a ransom paid! God's only well-beloved Son Upon the altar laid. The Father, in His willing love, Could spare Thee from His side; And Thou couldst stoop, to bear above, At such a cost, Thy Bride. While our full hearts in faith repose Upon Thy precious blood, Peace in a steady current flows, Filled from Thy mercy's flood. What boundless joy will fill each heart, Our every grief efface, When we behold Thee as Thou art, And all Thy love retrace. Unseen we love Thee, dear Thy Name! But when our eyes behold, With joyful wonder we'll proclaim The half hath not been told. 174 O blessed Saviour! Who but Thou
St. Bernard  
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. O blessed Saviour! Who but Thou, On earth, in heaven above, May claim from all our willing hearts The full response of love? We love the brethren, Lord, 'tis true, Because in them we see Sweet traces of Thy blessed self, For they are one with Thee. And one with us, but O, 'twas Thine, Thine only, Lord, to part With life and all that love could give, To win the wand'ring heart. Thus, heirs of endless bliss with Thee, We love Thee—we adore, And ask Thee still for greater grace, To love Thee more and more. 175 O Christ! we rest in Thee
Manoah  
New BHB #383
James George Deck (1841)
6.6.8.6.8.8. O Christ! we rest in Thee, In Thee ourselves we hide; Laden with guilt and misery, Where could we rest beside? 'Tis on Thy meek and lowly breast Our weary souls alone can rest. Thou Holy One of God! The Father rests in Thee, And in the savour of that blood Once shed on Calvary. The curse is gone—through Thee we're blest; God rests in Thee—in Thee we rest. Soon the bright, glorious day, The rest of God, shall come; Sorrow and sin shall pass away, And we shall reach our home; Then, of the promised land possessed, Our souls shall know eternal rest. 176 O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Substitution  
New BHB #384
Anne Ross Cundell Cousin
8.6.8.6.8.6 O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee; Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead, Bear'st all my ill for me. A victim led, Thy blood was shed; Now there's no load for me. Death and the curse were in our cup, O Christ, 'twas full for Thee! But Thou hast drained the last dark drop, 'Tis empty now for me. That bitter cup, love drank it up; Now blessings' draught for me. The tempest's awful voice was heard; O Christ, it broke on Thee! Thy open bosom was my ward; It braved the storm for me. Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred; Now cloudless peace for me. Jehovah bade His sword awake; O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee! Thy blood the flaming blade must slake, Thy heart its sheath must be; All for my sake my peace to make, Now sleeps that sword for me. The Holy One did hide His face; O Christ, 'twas hid from Thee! Dumb darkness wrapt Thy soul a space, The darkness due to me. But now that face of radiant grace Shines forth in light on me. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee; Thou'rt risen; my bands are all untied, And now Thou liv'st in me. When Thou dost come to take Thy Bride, Thy glory then for me. 177 O Christian, awake! for the strife is at hand
Watchword  
Anonymous
P.M. O Christian, awake! for the strife is at hand, With helmet and shield and a sword in thy hand, To meet the bold tempter, go, fearlessly go! And stand, like the brave, with thy face to the foe. c Stand like the brave, stand like the brave, Stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe. Whatever thy danger, take heed and beware, But turn not thy back, for no armour is there; The legions of darkness if thou wouldst o'erthrow, Then stand, like the brave, with thy face to the foe. c Stand like the brave, stand like the brave, Stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe. The cause of thy Master with vigour defend; Be watchful, be zealous, and fight to the end; Wherever He leads thee, go, valiantly go, And stand, like the brave, with thy face to the foe. c Stand like the brave, stand like the brave, Stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe. Press on, never doubting, thy Captain is near, With grace to supply, and with comfort to cheer; His love like a stream in the desert will flow; Then stand, like the brave, with thy face to the foe. c Stand like the brave, stand like the brave, Stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe. 178 O Christ! in Thee my soul hath found
Satisfaction  
New BHB #380
Unknown tr/ad by Emma Frances Bevan
C.M.D. O Christ! in Thee my soul hath found, And found in Thee alone, The peace, the joy I sought so long, The bliss till now unknown. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. I sighed for rest and happiness, I yearned for them, not Thee; But while I passed my Saviour by His love laid hold on me. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. I tried the broken cisterns, Lord, But, ah! the waters failed; E'en as I stooped to drink they fled, And mocked me as I wailed. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. The pleasures lost I sadly mourned, But never wept for Thee, Till grace the sightless eyes received Thy loveliness to see. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. 179 O Christ, Thou heavenly Lamb!
Swabia  
New BHB #381
Charles Russell Hurditch
S.M. O Christ, Thou heavenly Lamb! Joy of the Father's heart; Now let Thy love my soul inflame, Fresh power to me impart. Power to know the loss Suffered, O Lord, by Thee; Power to glory in the Cross Thou didst endure for me. Power to feel Thy love, And all its depths to know; Power to fix the heart above, And die to all below. Power to keep the eye For ever fixed on Thee; Power to lift the warning cry To souls from wrath to flee. Power lost souls to win From Satan's mighty hold; Power the wanderers to bring Back to the heavenly fold. Power to watch and pray, Lord Jesus, quickly come! Power to hail the happy day Destined to bear me home. Lord Jesus, then to me Power divine impart, To swell redemption's song to Thee, For worthy, Lord, Thou art. 180 O Come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Wareham  
New BHB #385
Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (verses 1-2 and 4), Johann Nitschmann (verse 3), Anna C. Nitschmann (verse 8). Tr/ad John Wesley. (Note: a minority of sources credit Wolfgang Christoph Dessler instead of Zinzendorf.)
L.M. O Come, Thou stricken Lamb of God! Who shed'st for us Thine own life-blood, And teach us all Thy love: then pain Were sweet, and life or death were gain. Take Thou our hearts, and let them be For ever closed to all but Thee; Thy willing servants, let us wear The seal of love for ever there. How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered by Thy watchful side; Who life and strength from Thee receive, And with Thee move, and in Thee live. Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought To know the wonders Thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell Thy love, immense, unsearchable. First-born of many brethren, Thou! To whom both heaven and earth must bow! Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne We bear the cross, and seek the crown. 181 O blessed God! How kind
Lennox  
New BHB #374
John Kent
6.6.6.6.8.8. O blessed God! How kind Are all Thy ways to me, Whose dark benighted mind Was enmity with Thee. Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace, My spirit longs for Thine embrace. How precious are Thy thoughts That o'er my spirit roll! They swell beyond my faults, And captivate my soul: How great their sum, how high they rise, Can ne'er be known beneath the skies. Preserved by Jesus, when My feet made haste to hell! And there should I have gone, But Thou dost all things well: Thy love was great, Thy mercy free, Which from the pit delivered me. Before Thy hands had made The sun to rule the day, Or earth's foundation laid, Or fashioned Adam's clay, What thoughts of peace and mercy flowed In Thy great heart of love, O God. A monument of grace, A sinner saved by blood, The streams of love I trace Up to the fountain, God, And in His sovereign counsels see Eternal thoughts of love to me. 182 O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore
Consolation  
New BHB #387
John Nelson Darby & Anna Bartlett Warner
11.11.11.11. O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore, Look off unto Jesus and sorrow no more; The light of His countenance shineth so bright, That on earth, as in heaven, there need be no night. Looking off unto Jesus, my eyes cannot see The troubles and dangers that throng around me; They cannot be blinded with sorrowful tears, They cannot be shadowed with unbelief fears. Looking off unto Jesus my spirit is blest; In the world I have turmoil, in Him I have rest; The sea of my life all about me may roar; When I look unto Jesus I hear it no more. Looking off unto Jesus I go not astray; My eyes are on Him and He shows me the way; The path may seem dark as He leads me along, But following Jesus, I cannot go wrong. Looking off unto Jesus my heart cannot fear, Its trembling is still when I see Jesus near; I know that His power my safeguard will be, For, “Why are you troubled?” He saith unto me. Soon, soon shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; I shall know how His love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 183 O Gracious Lord, be with us now
Courtallam  
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. O Gracious Lord, be with us now, Supply Thy children's need; On Christ, the Bread of Life, may we In sweet communion feed. With water from the smitten Rock Our thirsty spirits cheer; And make us all rejoice to feel Thy blessed presence here. 184 Of Thee, Lord, we would never tire;
Evan  
New BHB #455
Mary Bowly Peters
C.M. Of Thee, Lord, we would never tire; This new and living food Can satisfy our hearts' desire, For life is in Thy blood. If through the night a happy song Our wearied spirits raise, What greater joys shall cause ere long Eternal bursts of praise! To look within and see no stain, Abroad no guilt to trace; To shed no tears, to feel no pain, To see Thee face to face. To find each hope of glory gained, Fulfilled each precious word, And fully all to have attained The image of our Lord. For this we're pressing onward still! And in this hope would be More subject to the Father's will, Lord Jesus, more like Thee. 185 O God of matchless grace
Pisgah  
New BHB #398
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
6.6.8.6.8.8. O God of matchless grace, We sing unto Thy Name! We stand accepted in the place That none but Christ could claim. Our willing hearts have heard Thy voice, And in Thy mercy we rejoice. 'Tis meet that Thy delight Should centre in Thy Son; That Thou shouldst place us in Thy sight, In Him, Thy Holy One. Thy perfect love has cast out fear; Thy favour shines upon us here. Eternal is our rest, O Christ of God, in Thee! Now of Thy peace, Thy joy possessed, We wait Thy face to see. Now to the Father's heart received, We know in whom we have believed. A sacrifice to God In life or death are we; Then keep us ever, blessed Lord, Thus set apart to Thee. Bought with a price, we're not our own; We died, we live to God alone. 186 O joy of the justified, joy of the free!
Mighty Love  
  
New BHB #411
Francis (Frank) Bottome
P.M. O joy of the justified, joy of the free! I'm washed in that crimson tide opened for me; In Christ, my Redeemer, rejoicing I stand, And point to the print of the nail in His hand. c O sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Mighty to save. Lord Jesus, the crucified, now Thou art mine; Though once a lost sinner, yet now I am Thine; In conscious salvation I sing of His grace Who lifts now upon me the smile of His face. c O sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Mighty to save. Lord Jesus, my Saviour, I'll still sing of Thee, Yes, sing of Thy precious blood poured out for me; And when in the mansions of glory above, I'll praise and adore Thine unchangeable love. c O sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Mighty to save. 187 O head, once filled with bruises
Aurelia  
New BHB #405
Paul Gerhardt
7.6.7.6.D. O head, once filled with bruises, Oppressed with pain and scorn, O'erwhelmed with sore abuses, Mocked with a crown of thorn! O Head, to death once wounded In shame upon the tree, In glory now surrounded With brightest majesty. Thou Lord of all transcendent, Thou life-creating Sun To worlds on Thee dependent, Yet bruised and spit upon! O Lord! what Thee tormented Was our sin's heavy load; We had the debt augmented Which Thou didst pay in blood. We give Thee thanks unfeigned Lord Jesus, Friend in need! For what Thy soul sustained When Thou for us didst bleed; Grant us to lean unshaken Upon Thy faithfulness, Until, to glory taken, We see Thee face to face. 188 O happy day, that fixed my choice
Happy Day  
  
New BHB #402
Philip Doddridge (c. 1755)
P.M. O happy day, that fixed my choice On Thee, my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice And tell its raptures all abroad. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. 'Tis done—the great transaction's done! I am my Lord's and He is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from Thy Lord depart, With Him of every good possessed. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. 189 O happy day! when first we felt
Ernan  
New BHB #403
James George Deck (1841)
L.M. O happy day! when first we felt Our souls with deep contrition melt, And saw our sins of crimson guilt All cleansed by blood on Calvary spilt. O happy day! when first Thy love Began our grateful hearts to move; And gazing on Thy wondrous Cross, We saw all else as worthless dross. O happy day! when we no more Shall grieve Thee whom our souls adore, When sorrows, conflicts, fears shall cease, And all our trials end in peace. O happy day! when we shall see And fix our longing eyes on Thee, On Thee, our Light, our Life, our Love, Our All below, our Heaven above. O happy day of cloudless light! Eternal day without a night; Lord, when shall we its dawning see, And spend it all in praising Thee? 190 O Christ! He is the fountain
Rutherford  
New BHB #580
Anne Ross Cundell Cousin
7.6.7.6.D. O Christ! He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above; There, to an ocean's fullness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove, And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustred with His love. I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned, When throned where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. O I am my Beloved's And my Belov'd is mine; He brings a poor vile sinner Into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit; I know no other stand, Not e'en where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. The Bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory, But on the King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory Of Immanuel's land. 191 O for a thousand tongues to sing
Old Winchester  
  
New BHB #389
Charles Wesley (1739)
P.M. O for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace. Jesus! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. 192 O for the peace that floweth as a river!
Shemah  
New BHB #390
Jane Fox Crewdson (1864)
11.10.11.10. O for the peace that floweth as a river! Making life's desert places bloom and smile; O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright “for ever”! Amid the shadows of earth's “little while.” A little while for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm and wrestle with the strong; A little while to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song. A little while the earthen pitcher taking To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed; Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking Beside the fullness of the Fountain-head. A little while to keep the oil from failing, A little while faith's flick'ring lamp to trim; And then the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, We'll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn. 193 O for the robes of whiteness
Robes of Whiteness  
New BHB #391
Charatie de Cheney Lees Smith Bancroft
7.6.7.6.D. O for the robes of whiteness, O for the tearless eyes; O for the glorious brightness Of the unclouded skies! O for the no more weeping Within the land of love; The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above. O for the bliss of flying, My risen Lord to meet; O for the rest of lying For ever at His feet! O for the hour of seeing My Saviour face to face; The hope of ever being In that sweet meeting-place. O Christ! Thou King of Glory, I soon shall dwell with Thee! I soon shall sing the story Of Thy great love to me! Meanwhile my soul would enter E'en now before Thy throne, That all my love might centre On Thee, and Thee alone. 194 O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen!
Palestrina  
Charlotte Elliott (1834)
8.8.8.6. O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen! Since on Thine arm Thou bidst us lean, Help us throughout life's changing scene By faith to cling to Thee. Far from our home, fatigued, opprest, In Thee we've found our place of rest; As strangers still, yet not unblest, While we can cling to Thee. Without a murmur we dismiss Our former dreams of earthly bliss, Our joy, our consolation this, Each hour to cling to Thee. Though faith and hope may oft be tried, We ask not, need not aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The souls that cling to Thee. 195 O teach us more of Thy blest ways
Eden Abridge  
New BHB #442
James Hutton
C.M. O teach us more of Thy blest ways, Thou holy Lamb of God! And fix and root us in Thy grace, As those redeemed by blood. O tell us often of Thy love, Of all Thy grief and pain! And let our hearts with joy confess That thence comes all our gain. For this, O may we freely count Whate'er we have but loss! The dearest object of our love Compared with Thee but dross. Engrave this deeply on our heart, Conform our ways to Thine, That so we may, in some degree, Reflect the light divine. 196 O Lamb of God! 'tis joy to know
Piety  
New BHB #413
James George Deck (1841)
8.8.6.8.8.6. O Lamb of God! 'tis joy to know That path is o'er of shame and woe, For us so meekly trod. All finished is Thy work of toil; Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil, Exalted by our God. Thy holy head, once bound with thorns, The crown of glory now adorns; Thy seat, the Father's throne. Ten thousand thousands sing Thy praise, Their harps the eternal anthem raise, Worthy the Lamb alone. And, Lord, for us Thou sittest there; Thy members here Thy fullness share, For us Thou dost receive. Thy wisdom, riches, honours, powers, Thy boundless love has made all ours, Who in Thy love believe. We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord; Thy joys our deepest joys afford, And make our faces shine. While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here, How does the thought our spirits cheer, The throne of glory's Thine. 197 O Lamb of God! still keep me
Aurelia Kilmorey  
New BHB #412
James George Deck (1841)
7.6.7.6.D. O Lamb of God! still keep me Near to Thy wounded side; 'Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. What foes and snares surround me! What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. 'Tis only in Thee hiding I know my life secure; Only in Thee abiding I steadfast shall endure. Thine arm the victory gaineth O'er every hurtful foe; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its cares and woe. Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; The half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace. Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above. 198 O Lord, who art Thy people's light
Salzburg  
New BHB #426
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. O Lord, who art Thy people's light, When shall Thy face be seen? When wilt Thou meet our longing sight, Without a cloud between? We know, Lord Jesus, that Thy heart Still for Thy saints doth care; But we would see Thee as Thou art, And Thy full image bear. Thy love sustains us on our way While pilgrims here below; And grace to help us day by day Thou dost, O Lord, bestow. But O the more we learn of Thee, And Thy rich mercy prove, The more we long Thyself to see, And fully know Thy love. 199 O Lord! 'tis joy to look above
Farrant  
New BHB #423
James George Deck (1841)
C.M. O Lord! 'tis joy to look above And see Thee on the throne; To search the heights and depths of love Which Thou to us hast shown To look beyond the dark, long night And hail the coming day, When Thou, to all the saints in light, Thy glories wilt display. And O 'tis joy the path to trace By Thee so meekly trod; Learning of Thee to walk in grace And fellowship with God. Joy to confess Thy blessed Name, The virtues of Thy blood, And to the wearied heart proclaim, Behold the Lamb of God! 200 O Lord, I would delight in Thee
Evan  
New BHB #417
John Ryland (1777)
C.M. O Lord, I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend; To Thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend. When all created streams are dried Thy fullness is the same; May I with this be satisfied, And glory in Thy Name. O that I had a stronger faith To look within the veil! To credit what my Saviour saith, Whose word can never fail. Thou who hast made my heaven secure Wilt here all good provide; While Christ is rich, can I be poor, Christ, who for me has died? O Lord, I cast my care on Thee; I triumph and adore; Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and praise Thee more. 201 O Lord, how much Thy Name unfolds
St. Agnes, Durham  
New BHB #416
Mary Bowly Peters
C.M. O Lord, how much Thy Name unfolds To every opened ear; The pardoned sinner's memory holds None other half so dear. Jesus! It speaks a life of love, And sorrows meekly borne; It tells of sympathy above, Whatever griefs we mourn. It tells us of Thy sinless walk In fellowship with God; And to our ears no tale so sweet As Thine atoning blood. This Name encircles every grace That God, as man, could show; There only can the Spirit trace A perfect life below. The mention of Thy Name shall bow Our hearts to worship Thee; The chiefest of ten thousand Thou! The chief of sinners we. 202 O Lord, when we the path retrace
St. Kilda  
New BHB #424
James George Deck (1841)
C.M. O Lord, when we the path retrace Which Thou on earth hast trod, To man Thy wondrous love and grace, Thy faithfulness to God. Thy love to man, so sorely tried, Proved stronger than the grave; The very spear that pierced Thy side Drew forth the blood to save. Faithful amidst unfaithfullness, Midst darkness only light, Thou didst Thy Father's Name confess, And in His will delight. Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, By suffering, shame, and loss; Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles, Led only to the Cross. O Lord, with sorrow and with shame, We meekly would confess, How little we, who bear Thy Name, Thy mind, Thy ways express. Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind; We would obedient be; And all our rest and pleasure find In fellowship with Thee. 203 O love divine, how sweet Thou art!
Marienberg  
New BHB #428
Charles Wesley (1749)
8.8.6.8.8.6. O love divine, how sweet Thou art! When shall I find my longing heart All taken up by Thee? O may I pant and thirst to prove The greatness of redeeming love! The love of Christ to me. God only knows the love of God: O that it more were shed abroad In this poor longing heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part. O that I may for ever sit, Like Mary, at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice; My only care, my only bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice. O that I may like favoured John Recline my wearied head upon My Saviour's loving breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. 204 O Lord, where'er Thy people meet
Berkshire Norfolk  
New BHB #425
William Cowper
L.M. O Lord, where'er Thy people meet There they behold Thy mercy-seat: Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. Great Shepherd of Thy chosen few Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving Name. Now may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and banish care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. 205 O Lord, who now art seated
Morning Light  
New BHB #427
James George Deck (1841)
7.6.7.6.D. O Lord, who now art seated Above the heavens on high. The gracious work completed, For which Thou cam'st to die. To Thee our hearts are lifted While pilgrims wand'ring here, For Thou art truly gifted Our every weight to bear. We know that Thou hast bought us And cleansed us by Thy blood; We know Thy grace has brought us As kings and priests to God. We know that soon the morning, Long looked for, hast'neth near, When we, at Thy returning, In glory shall appear. O Lord, Thy love's unbounded! So full, so vast, so free! Our thoughts are all confounded Whene'er we think on Thee. For us Thou cam'st from heaven, For us to bleed and die; That, purchased and forgiven, We might ascend on high. O let this love constrain us To give our hearts to Thee; Let nothing henceforth pain us But that which paineth Thee. Our joy, our one endeavour, Through suff'ring, conflict, shame, To serve Thee, gracious Saviour, And magnify Thy Name. 206 O Lord, Thy love's unbounded!
Ewing  
New BHB #422
John Nelson Darby
7.6.7.6.D. O Lord, Thy love's unbounded! So sweet, so full, so free! My soul is all transported Whene'er I think of Thee. Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness Within myself I find; No infant's changing pleasure Is like my wandering mind. And yet Thy love's unchanging, And doth recall my heart To joy in all its brightness The peace its beams impart! Yet sure, if in Thy presence My soul still constant were, Mine eye would, more familiar, Its brighter glories bear. And thus Thy deep perfections Much better should I know, And, with adoring fervour Should in Thy likeness grow. Still, sweet 'tis to discover, If clouds have dimmed my sight, When passed, eternal Lover, Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright. O guard my soul, Lord Jesus, Abiding still with Thee; And if I wander, teach me Soon back to Thee to flee, That all Thy gracious favour May to my soul be known; And versed in this Thy goodness, My hopes Thyself shalt crown. 207 O God, our help in ages past
St. Anne St. Magnus  
New BHB #400
Isaac Watts (1719)
C.M. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. 208 O what a lonely path were ours
Lynnwood  
New BHB #448
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. O what a lonely path were ours Could we, O Father, see No home or rest beyond it all, No guide or help in Thee. But Thou art near and with us still To keep us on the way, That leads along the vale of tears To yon bright world of day. There shall Thy glory, O our God! Break fully on our view; And we, Thy saints, rejoice to prove That all Thy Word was true. There Jesus, on His heavenly throne, Our wondering eyes shall see; While we the blest associates there Of all His joy shall be. Sweet hope! we leave without a sigh A blighted world like this; To bear the cross, despise the shame, For all that weight of bliss. 209 O what a Saviour that He died for me!
Verily, Verily  
  
James McGranahan (1878)
P.M. O what a Saviour that He died for me! From condemnation He hath made me free; He that believeth on the Son saith He, Hath everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. All my iniquities on Him were laid, All my indebtedness by Him was paid; All who believe on Him, the Lord hath said, Have everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. Though poor and needy I can trust my Lord; Though weak and sinful I believe His Word; O glad message! every child of God Hath everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. Though all unworthy, yet I will not doubt; For him that cometh He will not cast out; He that believeth, O the good news shout! HATH everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. 210 O Our Saviour, crucified!
Battishill
New BHB #431
Robert Cleaver Chapman
7.7.7.7. O Our Saviour, crucified! Near Thy Cross would we abide, There to look with steadfast eye On Thy dying agony. Jesus bruised and put to shame Tells us all Jehovah's Name; God is love, we surely know By the Saviour's depths of woe. In His spotless soul's distress We perceive our guiltiness; O how vile our low estate Since our ransom was so great. Dwelling on Mount Calvary Contrite shall our spirits be; Rest and holiness shall find, Fashioned like our Saviour's mind. 211 Once more before we part
Broadlands  
New BHB #465
Joseph Hart & Robert Stephen Hawker
6.6.6.6.D. Once more before we part, Bless the Redeemer's Name; Let every tongue and heart Praise and adore the Lamb. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. Lord, in Thy grace we came; That blessing still impart; We met in Jesus' Name; In Jesus' Name we part. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. Still on Thy holy Word We'd live, and feed, and grow; Go on to know the Lord, And practice what we know. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. 212 On Christ salvation rests secure;
Duke Street  
New BHB #457
Samuel Medley
L.M. On Christ salvation rests secure; The Rock of Ages must endure; Nor can that faith be overthrown Which rests upon the “Living Stone.” No other hope shall intervene; To Him we look, on Him we lean; Other foundations we disown, And build on Christ, the “Living Stone.” In Him it is ordained to raise A temple to Jehovah's praise, Composed of all His saints, who own No Saviour but the “Living Stone.” View the vast building, see it rise; The work, how great! the plan, how wise! O wondrous fabric! power unknown, That rests it on the “Living Stone.” But most adore His precious Name; His glory and His grace proclaim; For us, the lost, condemned, undone, He gave Himself, the “Living Stone.” 213 One there is above all others;
Tenderness  
New BHB #467
Marianne Nunn
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4. One there is above all others; O how He loves! His is love beyond a brother's; O how He loves! Earthly friends may fail or leave us, One day soothe, the next day grieve us, But this Friend will ne'er deceive us; O how He loves! 'Tis eternal life to know Him; O how He loves! Think, O think how much we owe Him; O how He loves! With His precious blood He bought us, In the wilderness He sought us, To His fold He safely brought us; O how He loves! We have found a friend in Jesus; O how He loves! 'Tis His great delight to bless us; O how He loves! How our hearts delight to hear Him Bid us dwell in safety near Him! Why should we distrust or fear Him? O how He loves! Through His Name we are forgiven; O how He loves! Backward shall our foes be driven; O how He loves! Best of blessings He'll provide us; Nought but good shall e'er betide us; Safe to glory He will guide us; O how He loves! 214 On Thy broken body feeding
Snowdon Deerhurst  
New BHB #464
Mary Carter
8.7.8.7.D. On Thy broken body feeding, Lord, our hearts in one unite; Here our souls behold Thee bleeding, Put to grief in sinners' sight. O that Jesus thus should love us, Love us unto death and shame! Let the dear remembrance move us While we meet in His blest Name. Here the pledge of Thy returning Tells of all the joys of home, And our hearts within us burning, Cry “Amen, Lord Jesus, come!” Soon, full soon, we thus together In the Father's house shall meet; And the heavenly courts forever Tread with undefiled feet. 215 O Patient, spotless One!
Selma  
New BHB #432
Christian Andreas Bernstein
S.M. O Patient, spotless One! Our hearts in meekness train To bear Thy yoke and learn of Thee, That we may rest obtain. Saviour! Thou art enough The mind and heart to fill; Thy life, to calm the anxious soul, Thy love, its fear dispel. O fix our earnest gaze So wholly, Lord, on Thee, That with Thy beauty occupied We elsewhere none may see. 216 O precious blood, O glorious death
Emmanuel  
New BHB #433
Augustus Montague Toplady
C.M. O precious blood, O glorious death, By which the sinner lives! When stung by sin this blood we view, And all our joy revives. The blood that purchased our release, And purged our crimson stains, We challenge earth and hell to show A sin it cannot cleanse. Our scarlet crimes are made as wool, And we brought nigh to God; Thanks to that wrath-appeasing death, That heaven-procuring blood. The blood that makes His glorious Church From every blemish free; And O the riches of His love! He poured it out for me. The Father's everlasting love, And Jesus' precious blood, Shall be our endless themes of praise In yonder blest abode. In patience let us then possess Our souls till He appear; Our Head already is in heaven, And we shall soon be there 217 O Spotless Lamb of God, in Thee
Rockingham  
New BHB #439
Mary Jane Deck Walker
L.M. O Spotless Lamb of God, in Thee The Father's holiness we see; And with delight Thy children trace, In Thee, His wondrous love and grace. For Thou didst leave Thy throne above To teach us that our God is Love; And now we see His glory shine In every word and deed of Thine. When we behold Thee, Lamb of God, Beneath our sin's tremendous load, Expiring on the accursed tree, How great our guilt with grief we see. There we with joy Thy grace behold; Its height and depth can ne'er be told! It bursts our chains and sets us free, And sweetly draws our souls to Thee. The cross reveals Thy love below; But better soon our hearts shall know, When we behold Thy face above, The fullness of our Father's love. 218 O Thou spotless Lamb of God
Zacher  
James George Deck (1841)
7.7.7.7. O Thou spotless Lamb of God Thou hast bought us with Thy blood; We would value nought beside Jesus, Jesus crucified. We are Thine, and Thine alone; This we gladly, fully own, And in all our works and ways Now would only seek Thy praise. Help us to confess Thy Name, Bear with joy the cross and shame; Only seek to follow Thee, Though reproach our portion be. When Thou shalt in glory come, And we reach our heavenly home, Louder still our lips shall own We are Thine, and Thine alone! 219 Our Father! O what gracious ways
Melcombe  
New BHB #468
Anonymous
L.M. Our Father! O what gracious ways And thoughts of love that Name conveys! It tells us of the tender care Beloved children ever share. Our Father! by Thy mercies past, We learn on Thee our cares to cast; And while our wants are known to Thee, We need not fear whate'er they be. How oft when wand'ring far away Thy care has hedged up all our way; So bidding us return and live, And learn how much Thou canst forgive. How precious are Thy thoughts to us! How dear Thy Name revealed thus! O make us followers of Thee, As Thy dear children ought to be. 220 Our Father! we would worship
Munich  
Anonymous
7.6.7.6.D. Our Father! we would worship In Jesus' holy Name; For He, whate'er our changes, For ever is the same. Through Him Thy children's praises As incense sweet will be; And songs Thy Spirit raises Can want no melody. The fire Thy love hath kindled Shall never be put out; The Spirit keeps it burning Though dimmed by sin and doubt: O make it burn more brightly With purifying powers! That we may value rightly The grace that made Thee ours. 221 Our souls are in God's mighty hand
Haven of Rest  
New BHB #476
Charles Wesley
C.M.D. Our souls are in God's mighty hand, We're precious in His sight; And you and I shall surely stand With Him in glory bright. c We'll stem the storm, it won't be long, We'll anchor by and by In the haven of eternal rest, With Jesus ever nigh. Him eye to eye we then shall see, Our face like His shall shine; O what a glorious company Where saints and angels join! c We'll stem the storm, it won't be long, We'll anchor by and by In the haven of eternal rest, With Jesus ever nigh. O what a joyful meeting there! In robes of white arrayed; We all shall join in praising Him Whose glories never fade. c We'll stem the storm, it won't be long, We'll anchor by and by In the haven of eternal rest, With Jesus ever nigh. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We'll have no less to sing His praise Than when we first begun. c We'll stem the storm, it won't be long, We'll anchor by and by In the haven of eternal rest, With Jesus ever nigh. 222 Our times are in Thy hand;
Boylston  
New BHB #354
William Freeman Lloyd
S.M. Our times are in Thy hand; Father, we wish them there! Our life, our souls, our all we leave Entirely to Thy care. Our times are in Thy hand, Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. Our times are in Thy hand; Why should we doubt or fear? Our Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. Our times are in Thy hand, Jesus the crucified! The hand our many sins have pierced Is now our guard and guide. Our times are in Thy hand, O Lord, our Advocate! Nor is that hand outstretched in vain For us to supplicate. Our times are in Thy hand; We'll always trust in Thee, Till we have left this weary land And all Thy glory see. 223 Our Lord is now rejected
Crowning Day  
  
New BHB #475
Daniel Webster Whittle (1881)
P.M. Our Lord is now rejected And by the world disowned, By the many still neglected And by the few enthroned; But soon He'll come in glory! The hour is drawing nigh, For the crowning day is coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. The heavens shall glow with splendour; But brighter far than they The saints shall shine in glory As Christ shall them array: The beauty of the Saviour Shall dazzle every eye In the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. Our pain shall then be over, We'll sin and sigh no more; Behind us all our sorrow, And nought but joy before. A joy in our Redeemer As we to Him are nigh, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. Let all who look for “hasten” The coming joyful day By earnest consecration To walk the narrow way; By gathering in the lost ones For whom our Lord did die, For the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. 224 Ours are peace and joy divine
Love of Christ  
  
New BHB #478
William Watkins Reid
P.M. Ours are peace and joy divine, Who are one with Christ, When, like branches in the vine, We abide in Christ. As a living grafted shoot, Nourished from a hidden root, We may bear all holy fruit Through “the love of Christ” Love of Christ, love of Christ, Clusters grow on every branch Through “the love of Christ” Christian pity moves our heart Through “the love of Christ;” Other's woes pierce like a dart When there's love to Christ. Gospel tidings we must tell, Sinners warn to flee from hell, Lure and win, alarm, compel, By “the love of Christ.” Love of Christ, love of Christ, Heaven's ranks we'll seek to swell For “the love of Christ.” We will love with tender care, Knowing love to Christ, Brethren who His image bear, For “the love of Christ.” Jesus only shall we know, And our love to all shall flow In His blood-bought Church below, For “the love of Christ.” Love of Christ, love of Christ, We now love all Christ-like ones For “the love of Christ.” Now we live and walk by faith Through “the love of Christ:” We can triumph over death, One in life with Christ. Rooted, settled, knowing more, Depths and heights of love explore, Till we gain the heavenly shore Through “the love of Christ.” Love of Christ, love of Christ, When He comes we then shall know All “the love of Christ.” 225 O what shall we feel in Thy presence when first
Hiding in Thee  
New BHB #450
Emily Grimley
11.11.11.11. O what shall we feel in Thy presence when first The visions of glory upon us shall burst! Since now our soul longeth and seeketh for Thee; O when, blessed Saviour, Thy face shall we see? That face, once so marred, we shall gaze on at length, And fearless behold, as the sun in his strength; Those eyes, flames of fire, that so searching we prove, Shall beam on us then inexpressible love. Thy voice, like great waters, how calmly our soul Shall hear in the glory its deep waters roll; Though now it rebukes us and humbles our pride, It shall speak only love to Thy glorified Bride. O Thou who this world as a lone pilgrim trod, Thy Father our Father, Thy God is our God; To Thee we behold the bright seraphim bow; Lord Jesus, what glory doth rest on Thee now! Thy Spirit has shown God's deep purpose to be To empty, then fill us with glory like Thee; And now Thou dost wait—Thy full joy to impart, For that day of espousals—the joy of Thy heart. Now moment by moment, to answer our needs, Thy blood, holy Saviour, in righteousness pleads; And sheltered by that, how serene and how calm Our souls on Thy bosom are shielded from harm. We see Thee, Lord Jesus, with glory now crowned, And waiting Thy coming, in peace would be found; The visions of glory have turned all to dross; For Thee give us grace to count all things but loss. 226 Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Praise Him  
New BHB #482
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby
12.10.12.10.D. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! Sing, ye saints! His wonderful love proclaim; Hail Him! hail Him! mightiest angels in glory, Strength and honour give to His holy Name. Like a shepherd Jesus will feed His people, In His arms He carries them all day long; O ye saints that dwell in the light of His presence Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died; He's our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation, Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the crucified. Loving Saviour, meekly enduring sorrow, Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow; Once for us rejected, despised, and forsaken, Prince of Glory! He is triumphant now. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! Heavenly portals loud with hosannahs ring! Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever; Crown Him! crown Him! prophet, and priest, and king. Death is vanquished! tell it with joy, ye faithful, Where is now thy victory, boasting grave? Jesus lives! no longer thy portals are cheerless; Jesus lives! the mighty and strong to save. 227 Peace! What a precious sound!
Olivet  
John F. Elwin
6.6.4.6.6.6.4. Peace! What a precious sound! Tell it the world around; Christ hath made peace! Our souls are brought to God By His atoning blood, And crowned with every good; Christ hath made peace. Love was the spring of all, Love triumphed o'er our fall, The love of God! My soul, this love adore And praise for evermore; Yea, sound from shore to shore The love of God. 228 Praise, praise ye the Name of Jehovah, our God;
Salvation  
New BHB #484
Horatius Bonar (1845)
P.M. Praise, praise ye the Name of Jehovah, our God; Declare, O declare ye His glories abroad; Proclaim ye His mercy from nation to nation Till the uttermost islands have heard His salvation. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Praise, praise ye the Lamb who for sinners was slain, Who went down to the grave and ascended again; And who soon shall return, when these dark days are o'er, To set up His kingdom in glory and power. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Then the heavens, the earth, and the sea shall rejoice; The fields and the forests shall lift the glad voice; The sands of the desert shall flourish in green, And Lebanon's glory be shed o'er the scene. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Her bridal attire and her festal array All Nature shall wear on that glorious day; For her King cometh down with His people to reign, And His presence shall bless her with Eden again. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. 229 Praise the Lord, and leave to-morrow
Corinth  
New BHB #485
William Sloan
8.7.8.7.4.7. Praise the Lord, and leave to-morrow In thy loving Father's hands; Burden not thyself with sorrow For secure the promise stands. He is faithful! Leave thy troubles in His hands. Trust to-day and leave to-morrow, Each day has enough of care; Therefore, whatsoe'er thy burden, God will give thee strength to bear. He is faithful! Cast on Him thine every care. Pray to-day and let to-morrow Bring with it whate'er it may; Hear thy loving Father promise Strength according to thy day. He is faithful! Trust Him, therefore, come what may. Watch to-day, and leave to-morrow, For to-morrow may not come; For to-day thy loving Saviour May appear to take thee home. He is faithful! Look for Him, the coming One. Work to-day, and leave to-morrow; All around there's urgent need; All around there's sin and sorrow; Broadcast, daily sow thy seed. God is faithful! He shall bless thy work indeed. Thus by trusting, watching, praying Each day, as our time rolls on, We shall find the promised blessing, Daily strength till Jesus come. He is faithful! He will come to take us home. 230 Praise thy Saviour, O my soul!
Innocents  
New BHB #489
Anonymous
7.7.7.7. Praise thy Saviour, O my soul! He has drunk the bitter gall, Paid thy ransom, set thee free; Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully. O the wonders of His love! See Him coming from above To atone and die for thee; Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully. See the waves and billows roll O'er His sinless, spotless soul; O my soul, it was for thee! Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully. Yes, with joy we'll praise Him now Till with saints above we bow, And to all eternity Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully. 231 Precious is the blood of Jesus
Anticipation  
New BHB #494
Gordon Furlong
8.7.8.7.4.7. Precious is the blood of Jesus Unto sinners who believe; From the wrath of God it frees us, And salvation we receive: It is finished! Sounds with joy through earth and heaven. Jesus now in heaven is seated, And by faith on Him we rest; Soon the Church will be completed, And the saints with Him be blest: Grace and glory In our Saviour we receive. Soon will pass the night of sorrow, And the Lord in glory come; We shall see Him on the morrow, And the Bride be welcomed home: Hallelujah! Glory, glory to the Lamb! 232 Praise the Lord, who died to save us
Neander  
New BHB #486
Thomas Kelly (1806)
8.7.8.7.4.7. Praise the Lord, who died to save us, Praise His ever gracious Name; Praise Him that He lives to bless us, Now and evermore the same: Blessed Saviour! We would all Thy love proclaim. Grace it was, yea, grace abounding, Brought Thee down to save the lost; Ye above, His throne surrounding, Praise Him, praise Him all His host: Saints! Adore Him! Ye are they who owe Him most. We, of all His hand created, Objects of such grace alone, By eternal love elected, Destined now to share His throne, Sing with wonder, Sing of what our Lord hath done. Praise His Name, who died to save us; 'Tis by Him His people live; And in Him the Father gave us All that boundless love could give: Life eternal In our Saviour we receive. 233 Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him!
Orphrah  
New BHB #488
Thomas Kelly (1806)
8.8.8.5. Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him! Who can tell how much we owe Him? Gladly let us render to Him All we are and have. Jesus is the Name that charms us, He for conflict fits and arms us; Nothing moves, and nothing harms us When we trust in Him. Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever; He is faithful, changing never; Neither force nor guile can sever Those He loves from Him. Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving To Thyself, and still believing, Till the hour of our receiving Promised joys in heaven. Then we shall be where we would be, Then we shall be what we should be, That which is not now, nor could be, Then shall be our own. 234 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Naomi  
New BHB #493
James Montgomery (1818)
C.M. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watchword at the gates of death: He enters heaven with prayer. The saints, in prayer, appear as one In word and deed and mind, While with the Father and the Son Sweet fellowship they find. O Thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer Thyself hast trod: Lord, teach us how to pray! 235 Press forward and fear not!
Hanover  
New BHB #496
Edward Wakefield
11.11.11.11. Press forward and fear not! The billows may roll, But the power of Jesus their rage can control: Though waves rise in anger their tumult shall cease; One word of His bidding shall hush them to peace. Press forward and fear not though trial be near; The Lord is our refuge, whom, then, shall we fear? His staff is our comfort, our safeguard His rod; Then let us be steadfast and trust in our God. Press forward and fear not! Be strong in the Lord, In the power of His promise, the truth of His word; Through the sea and the desert our pathway may tend, But He who hath saved us will save to the end. Press forward and fear not! We'll speed on our way; Why should we e'er shrink from our path in dismay? We tread but the way which our Leader has trod; Then let us press forward and trust in our God. 236 Praise ye the Lord! again, again
Old Winchester  
New BHB #492
Mary Bowly Peters
C.M. Praise ye the Lord! again, again, The Spirit strikes the chord; Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain; We praise, we praise the Lord. Rejoice in Him! again, again, The Spirit speaks the word; And faith takes up the happy strain Our joy is in the Lord. Stand fast in Christ! ah! yet again He teaches all the band; Our best endeavours are in vain, In Christ alone we stand. Clean every whit! Thou saidst it, Lord; Shall one suspicion lurk? Thine, surely, is a faithful word, And Thine a finished work. For ever be the glory given To Thee, O Lamb of God! No joy for us, in earth or heaven, We owe not to Thy blood. 237 Rejoice! rejoice! ye saints, rejoice!
Old Winchester  
Charles Russell Hurditch
C.M. Rejoice! rejoice! ye saints, rejoice! Rejoice with one accord; Rejoice with all your heart and voice, In Christ the exalted Lord. Rejoice! rejoice! lift up your head And praise the living God, That for your souls the Saviour shed His own most precious blood. Rejoice! rejoice! in His sweet Name With all the saints above; Our Jesus still abides the same, And changeless is His love. Rejoice! rejoice! let praise abound Before Jehovah's throne, For dead ones raised, and lost ones found, And prodigals brought home. Rejoice! rejoice! ye happy band Of pilgrims bound for heaven; For mercies countless as the sand Have to your souls been given. Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord shall come According to His word, And gather all His ransomed home, For ever with the Lord. 238 Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus
Gotha (Albert)
New BHB #503
Joseph Denham Smith
8.7.8.7. Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus, Jesus fills Thy wond'ring eyes; See Him now in glory seated, Where thy sins no more can rise. There, in righteousness transcendent, Lo! He doth in heaven appear, Shows the blood of His atonement As thy title to be there. All thy sins were laid upon Him, Jesus bore them on the tree; God who knew them, laid them on Him, And, believing, thou art free. God now brings thee to His dwelling, Spreads for thee His feast divine, Bids thee welcome, ever telling What a portion there is thine. In that circle of God's favour, Circle of the Father's love, All is rest, and rest for ever, All is perfectness above. Blessed, glorious word “forever!” Yea, “forever!” is the word; Nothing can the ransomed sever, Nought divide them from the Lord. 239 Rise, my soul! thy God directs thee;
Old 42nd  
New BHB #504
John Nelson Darby
8.7.8.7. Rise, my soul! thy God directs thee; Stranger hands no more impede; Pass thou on; His hand protects thee, Strength that has the captive freed. Is the wilderness before thee? Desert lands where drought abides? Heavenly springs shall there restore thee Fresh from God's exhaustless tides. Light divine surrounds thy going; God Himself shall mark thy way; Secret blessings, richly flowing, Lead to everlasting day. In the desert God will teach thee What the God that thou hast found; Patient, gracious, powerful, holy, All His grace shall there abound. Though thy way be long and dreary, Eagle strength He'll still renew; Garments fresh and foot unweary Tell how God hath brought thee through. There no stranger God shall meet thee; Stranger thou in courts above! He who to His rest shall greet thee Greets thee with a well-known love. 240 Rejoice, ye saints, the time draws near
Rapture  
  
Anonymous (c.19)
P.M. Rejoice, ye saints, the time draws near When Christ will in the clouds appear And for His people call c Trim your lamps and be ready, Trim your lamps and be ready, Trim your lamps and be ready **(Tune “Trim your Lamps” Chorus cont.)** For the midnight cry. For the midnight cry, For the midnight cry, Trim your lamps and be ready, For the midnight cry. The trumpet sounds! through earth and sky Resounds the solemn midnight cry, Behold! The Bridegroom comes. c Trim your lamps and be ready, Trim you lamps and be ready, Trim your lamps and be ready **(Tune “Trim your Lamps” Chorus cont.)** For the midnight cry. For the midnight cry, For the midnight cry, Trim your lamps and be ready, For the midnight cry. The Lord will come to claim His own, And on each faithful one a crown Of life He will bestow. c Trim your lamps and be ready, Trim you lamps and be ready, Trim your lamps and be ready **(Tune “Trim your Lamps” Chorus cont.)** For the midnight cry. For the midnight cry, For the midnight cry, Trim your lamps and be ready, For the midnight cry. And then with rapture infinite We'll cast our crowns down at His feet, And crown Him King of kings, c Trim your lamps and be ready, Trim you lamps and be ready, Trim your lamps and be ready **(Tune “Trim your Lamps” Chorus cont.)** For the midnight cry. For the midnight cry, For the midnight cry, Trim your lamps and be ready, For the midnight cry. 241 Rise up and hasten!
Hasten  
  
Joseph Denham Smith
P.M. Rise up and hasten! My soul, haste along! And speed on thy journey with hope and with song; Home, home is nearing, 'tis coming into view; A little more of toiling, and then to earth adieu. c Come then, come And raise a joyful song, Ye children of the wilderness, Our time cannot be long; Home, home, home! O why should you delay? The morn of heaven is dawning; We're near the break of day. Why should we linger When heaven lies before? Earth's fast receding And soon will be no more; Its joys and its treasures, Which once here we knew, Now never more can charm us With such a goal in view. Loved ones in Jesus, They've passed on before; Resting in glory They weary are no more; Desert toils are ended, Nothing now but joy, And praises loud ascending There ever glad employ. No condemnation! Blessed is the word; No separation! For ever with the Lord: By His blood He bought them, Cleansed their every stain; With rapture now they praise Him, The Lamb that once was slain. Soon we shall join them, See Him with these eyes; Sing hallelujahs Triumphant in the skies: He will be with us, Who loved us long before, And Jesus, blessed Saviour, Is ours for evermore. 242 Revive Thy work, O Lord!
Silchester  
New BHB #502
Albert Midlane (1858) or John Charles Ryle
S.M. Revive Thy work, O Lord! Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice which wakes the dead, And make Thy people hear. Revive Thy work, O Lord! Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smould'ring embers, Lord, By Thine almighty breath. Revive Thy work, O Lord! Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hung'ring for the Bread of Life O may our spirits be! Revive Thy work, O Lord! Give power unto Thy Word; Grant that Thy blessed Gospel may In living faith be heard. Revive Thy work, O Lord! And give refreshing showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours! 243 Safe in the arms of Jesus
Faith  
New BHB #509
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1868)
7.6.7.6.D. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Jesus, my heart's dear refuge! Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er, Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. 244 Saviour, more than life to me
Myrrh  
  
New BHB #513
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1868)
P.M. Saviour, more than life to me I am clinging, clinging close to Thee; Let Thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near Thy side. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. Through this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting Thee I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. Let me love Thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love In a brighter, brighter world above. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. 245 Saviour, Thy Name I love!
Worship  
New BHB #276
James George Deck (1841)
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Saviour, Thy Name I love! Jesus, my Lord! All other names above Jesus, my Lord! O Thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from Thee, Jesus, my Lord. Thou blessed Son of God, Jesus, my Lord! Hast bought me with Thy blood, Jesus, my Lord! O how great is Thy love, All other loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus, my Lord. When unto Thee I flee, Jesus, my Lord! Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care? Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord. Soon Thou wilt come again, Jesus, my Lord! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then, Thine own face I'll see; Then I shall like Thee be; Then evermore with Thee Jesus, my Lord. 246 Salvation to our God!
Abraham  
New BHB #510
Mary Bowly Peters
6.6.8.4.D. Salvation to our God! Salvation to the Lamb! The shedding of His precious blood Our only claim. Our God salvation gives, And through the Lamb it flows; Once slain for us—for us He lives, Our sole repose. The Lamb once slain is seen On God's eternal throne; And His redeemed are white and clean Through Him alone. Salvation's joyful sound Bursts from the blood-bought throng, And holy angels all around Take up the song. Our hearts are tuned for this, Their songs our tongues employ; The Lamb, the spring of all our bliss, And God our joy. Salvation to our God, Thanksgiving, power, and might! And to the Lamb who shed His blood. Our life and light! 247 Sound the high praises of Jesus, the King!
Victory  
  
Thomas Moore or John Charles Ryle
P.M. Sound the high praises of Jesus, the King! He came and He conquered—His victory sing; Sing, for the power of the tyrant is broken; The triumph complete over death and the grave. Vain is their boasting; Jehovah hath spoken, And Jesus proclaimed Himself mighty to save. Sound the high praises of Jesus, the King! He came and He conquered—His victory sing. Praise to the Conqueror! Praise to the Lord! The enemy quailed at the might of His word; To heaven He ascends and unfolds the glad story, The host of the blessed exult in His fame. In love He looks down from the throne of His glory, And rescues the ruined who trust in His Name. Sound the high praises of Jesus, the King! He came and He conquered—His victory sing. 248 Simply trusting every day
Trust  
New BHB #521
Edgar Page Stites (1876)
7.7.7.7.D. Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While He leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Singing, if my way is clear, Praying, if the path is drear; If in danger, for Him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting Him whate'er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. 249 Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding
Neander  
New BHB #534
John Kent
8.7.8.7.4.7. Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding, Ransomed souls, the tidings swell; 'Tis a deep that knows no sounding; Who its breadth or length can tell? On its glories Let my soul for ever dwell. What from Christ the soul can sever, Bound by everlasting bands? Once in Him, in Him for ever, Thus the eternal covenant stands; None shall pluck thee From the Strength of Israel's hands. Heirs of God, joint-heirs with Jesus Long ere time its race began; To His Name eternal praises, O what wonders love hath done! One with Jesus; By eternal union one. On such love, my soul, still ponder, Love so great, so rich, so free! Say, while lost in holy wonder, Why, O Lord, such love to me? Hallelujah! Grace shall reign eternally. 250 Son of God, 'twas love that made Thee
Saphir  
New BHB #529
Anonymous
8.7.8.7.D. Son of God, 'twas love that made Thee Die, our ruined souls to save; 'Twas our sins' vast load that laid Thee, Lord of Life, within the grave; But Thy glorious resurrection Showed Thee conqueror o'er the tomb; So the saints by Thy protection Through Thy work shall overcome. Thou to heaven hast now ascended, Ent'ring there by Thine own blood; All Thy work of suff'ring ended, Fully wrought the will of God. For Thy Church Thou still art caring, For us pleading in Thy love; And our place of rest preparing In the Father's house above. Now the Holy Ghost doth gather Unto God Thy people here; We, as sons, cry, “Abba, Father!” His great love excluding fear: What a debt of love we owe Thee, Love that we can ne'er express, Since we, through the Spirit, know Thee, Christ the Lord, our righteousness. 251 Saviour, we remember Thee!
Zacher  
New BHB #518
Samuel Trevor Francis
7.7.7.6. Saviour, we remember Thee! Thy deep woe and agony, All Thy suffering on the tree: Saviour, we adore Thee. Calvary! O Calvary! Mercy's vast unfathomed sea, Love, eternal love to me: Saviour, we adore Thee. Darkness hung around Thy head, When for sin Thy blood was shed, Victim in the sinner's stead: Saviour, we adore Thee. Jesus, Lord, Thou now art risen! Thou hast all our sins forgiven; Haste we to our home in heaven: Saviour, we adore Thee. Soon, with joyful, glad surprise, We shall hear Thy word—Arise! Mounting upward to the skies: Glory, glory, glory! Saviour, we Thy love adore; We will praise Thee more and more; Spread Thy Name from shore to shore Saviour, we adore Thee. 252 Sweet feast of love divine!
Zurich  
New BHB #539
Edward Denny (1839)
S.M. Sweet feast of love divine! 'Tis grace that makes us free To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord of Thee. Here every welcome guest Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn The secrets of Thy Father's breast, And all Thy grace discern. Here conscience ends its strife, And faith delights to prove The sweetness of the Bread of Life, The fullness of Thy love. That blood that flowed for sin In symbol here we see, And feel the blessed pledge within That we are loved of Thee. O if this glimpse of love Is so divinely sweet, What will it be, O Lord, above, Thy gladdening smile to meet! To see Thee face to face, Thy perfect likeness wear, And all Thy ways of wondrous grace Through endless years declare. 253 Sweet are the seasons when we wait
Melcombe  
New BHB #538
Thomas Kelly
L.M. Sweet are the seasons when we wait To hear what God our Lord will say, For they who watch at Wisdom's gate Are never empty sent away. Behold us, Lord, a few of Thine Who hither come to seek Thy face; In mercy on Thy people shine And let Thy presence fill the place. How sweet, how blessed is the thought That Thou dost hear Thy people's cries! And whether Thou dost give, or not, 'Tis love that grants, and love denies. O teach us, Lord, to wait Thy will, To be content with all Thou dost; For us, Thy grace sufficient still, With most supplied when needing most. 254 Saviour, through the desert lead us!
Mannheim  
New BHB #516
Thomas Kelly
8.7.8.7.4.7. Saviour, through the desert lead us! Without Thee we cannot go; Thou from cruel chains hast freed us, Thou hast laid the tyrant low; Let Thy presence Cheer us all our journey through. What a price Thy love has bought us; Saviour, what a love is Thine! Hitherto Thy power has brought us, Power and love in Thee combine: Lord of Glory, Ever on Thy household shine. Through a desert, waste and cheerless, Though our destined journey lie, Rendered by Thy presence fearless We may every foe defy: Nought shall move us While we see Thee, Saviour, nigh. When we halt, no track discovering, Fearful lest we go astray, O'er our path Thy pillar hovering, Fire by night, and cloud by day, Shall direct us That we may not miss our way. When we hunger Thou wilt feed us; Manna shall our camp surround; Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us, Streams shall from the rock abound: Happy people! What a Saviour we have found! 255 Sun and Shield, O Lord, art Thou
Dix  
Horatius Bonar (1845)
7.6.7.6.7.7. Sun and Shield, O Lord, art Thou, Sun and Shield for ever! Never wilt Thou cease to shine, Cease to guard us, never: Cheer our steps as on we go, Come between us and the foe. Bread and Wine, O Lord, art Thou, Wine and Bread for ever! Never wilt Thou cease to feed Or refresh us, never: Feed we still on bread divine, Drink we still this heavenly wine. Love and Life, O Lord, art Thou, Life and Love for ever! Ne'er to quicken shalt Thou cease, Or to love us, never: All of life and love we need Is in Thee, in Thee indeed. Peace and Joy, O Lord, art Thou, Joy and Peace for ever! Joy that fades not, changes not, Peace that leaves us never; Joy and peace we have in Thee, Now and through eternity. Song and Strength, O Lord, art Thou, Strength and Song for ever! Strength that never can decay, Song that ceaseth never: Still to us this strength and song Through eternal days prolong. 256 Sweet is the savour of His Name
Mainzer  
New BHB #541
Thomas Kelly
L.M. Sweet is the savour of His Name Who suffered in His people's stead; His portion here, reproach and shame: He liveth now; He once was dead. He once was dead; the very same Who sits on yonder throne above; Who bears in heaven the greatest Name, Whom angels serve, whom angels love. He once was dead; the very same Who made the worlds—a work of power, Who now upholds the mighty frame, And keeps it till the final hour. He once was dead; but now He lives, His glory fills all heaven above; Its blessedness to heaven He gives. The fountain He of joy and love. His people shall His triumph share, With Him shall live, and with Him reign; In heaven their joy is full, for there They see the Lamb for sinners slain. 257 Sweeter sounds than music knows
Innocents  
New BHB #544
John Newton (1779)
7.7.7.7. Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Immanuel's Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, His Cross, His shame. When He came, the angels sang, Glory be to God on high! Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who should louder sing than I? Did the Lord a man become That He might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room; And canst thou, my tongue, be still? No! I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are and weak, For should I refuse to sing Sure the very stones would speak. O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Counsellor, and Friend! Every precious name in one; I will love Thee without end. 258 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Sharon  
New BHB #542
James Allen tr/ad by William Walter Shirley  (1761)
8.7.8.7. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross we spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. Here we rest, in wonder viewing All our sins on Jesus laid, And a full redemption flowing From the sacrifice He made. Here we find the dawn of heaven, While upon the Cross we gaze, See our trespasses forgiven, And our songs of triumph raise. O that near the Cross abiding, We may to the Saviour cleave! Nought with Him our hearts dividing, All for Him content to leave. May we still, the Cross discerning, There for peace and comfort go; There new wonders daily learning, All the depths of mercy know. 259 Take the world, but give me Jesus
Nain  
New BHB #547
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1879)
8.7.8.7.D. Take the world, but give me Jesus, All its joys are but a name; But His love abideth ever, Through eternal years the same. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fullness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, Sweetest comfort of my soul; With my Saviour watching o,er me I can sing, though billows roll. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fullness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, Let me see His constant smile; Then throughout my pilgrim journey Light will cheer me all the while. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fullness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, In His Cross my trust shall be, Till, with clearer, brighter vision, Face to face my Lord I see. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fullness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. 260 The atoning work is done
St. John  
New BHB #552
Thomas Kelly (1806)
6.6.6.6.8.8. The atoning work is done, The Victim's blood is shed; And Jesus now has gone His people's cause to plead. He stands in heaven, their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast. He sprinkled with His blood The mercy-seat above; For justice had withstood The purposes of love: But justice now withstands no more, And mercy yields its boundless store. No temple made with hands His place of service is; In heaven itself He stands, A heavenly priesthood His: In Him the shadows of the law Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. And though awhile He be Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory He will come And take His waiting people home. 261 The Cross! the Cross! the blood-stained Cross!
Joshua  
New BHB #557
John Hart Stockton
C.M. The Cross! the Cross! the blood-stained Cross! The Cross of Christ I see, It tells me of that precious blood That once was shed for me. The wrath! the wrath! the awful wrath That Jesus felt for me! When bearing my sin's heavy load He died on Calvary. But Jesus lives! the Saviour lives! In heaven He pleads for me; And boldly I approach to God, His blood my only plea. The crown! the crown! the glorious crown! The crown of victory! The crown of life! it shall be mine When I the Saviour see. He comes! He comes! the Saviour comes! Who bled and died for me; Then will I sing, with rapture sing, When gazing, Lord, on Thee. 262 The cloudless day is nearing
Morning Light  
New BHB #555
C. A. H.
7.6.7.6.D. The cloudless day is nearing When Thou, O Lord, wilt come, Thy radiant beauty wearing, To take Thy people home! Bright hosts on hosts around Thee Shall catch Thy living rays, And all who once have found Thee Breathe out new songs of praise. But how shall I then know Thee Amid those hosts above? What tokens true will show me The object of my love? Thy glories, all excelling, In pure effulgence shine; But GLORY in Thee dwelling Will ne'er proclaim Thee mine. Thy wounds, Thy wounds, Lord Jesus, Those deep, deep wounds will tell The sacrifice that frees us From self, and death, and hell! These link Thee once for ever With all who own Thy grace; No hand these bonds can sever, No hand these scars efface, O Jesus! Lord most blessed, Thou Lamb of God divine, Thou standest forth confessed, I wondering, claim Thee mine. I worship and adore Thee, Transported with Thy love; Prostrate myself before Thee And dwell in light above. 263 The glory shines before me
Ewing  
New BHB #562
Hannah Kilham Burlingham
7.6.7.6.D. The glory shines before me, I cannot linger here; Though clouds may darken o'er me My Father's house is near: If through this barren desert A little while I roam, The glory shines before me, I am not far from home. Beyond the storms I'm going, Beyond this vale of tears, Beyond the floods o'erflowing, Beyond the changing years: I'm going to the better land. By faith long since possessed: The glory shines before me, For this is not my rest. The Lamb is there the glory! The Lamb is there the light! Affliction's grasp but tore me From phantoms of the night: The voice of Jesus calls me, My race will soon be run; The glory shines before me, The prize will soon be won. The glory shines before me, I know that all is well; My Father's care is o'er me, His praises I would tell: The love of Christ constrains me, His blood hath washed me white; Where Jesus is in glory, 'Tis home, and love, and light. 264 The Cross! the Cross!
Standard  
  
E. M. Miln
P.M. The Cross! the Cross! The Christian's only glory; I see the standard rise: (2x for Yarmouth) March on, march on, The Cross of Christ before thee; That Cross all hell defies. The Cross! the Cross! Redemption's standard raising; I see the banner wave: (2x for Yarmouth) Sing on, sing on, Salvation's Captain praising; 'Tis Christ alone can save. The Crown! the Crown! Ah, who at last shall gain it? That Cross a crown affords. (2x for Yarmouth) Press on, press on, With courage to obtain it: The battle is the Lord's. 265 The countless multitude on high
Redemption Ground  
New BHB #556
Archibald Rutherford & Robert Sandeman (1775)
L.M.D. The countless multitude on high That tune their songs to Jesus' Name, All merit of their own deny, And Jesus' worth alone proclaim. Firm on the ground of sovereign grace, They stand before Jehovah's throne; The only song in that blest place Is “Thou art worthy! Thou alone!” With spotless robes of purest white, And branches of triumphal palm, They shout, with transports of delight, Heaven's ceaseless, universal psalm: “Salvation's glory all be paid To Him who sits upon the throne, And to the Lamb whose blood was shed; Thou! Thou art worthy! Thou alone. For Thou wast slain, and in Thy blood” These robes were washed so spotless pure; Thou mad'st us kings and priests to God, For ever let Thy praise endure. Let us with joy adopt the strain We soon shall sing for ever there: “Worthy's the Lamb for sinners slain, Worthy alone the crown to wear!” 266 The day of glory bearing
Endsleiqh  
New BHB #558
James George Deck (1841)
7.6.7.6.D. The day of glory bearing Its brightness from afar; The day of Thine appearing, Our “Bright and Morning Star;” We hail, in hope to meet Thee, Triumphant in the sky, When every heart shall greet Thee With songs of Victory. Thou once our spotless Surety, Didst on Mount Calv'ry bleed, Jehovah did afflict Thee And bruise Thee in our stead. To Thee by grace united, We joy in Thee alone; And now, by faith, delighted, Behold Thee on the throne. There Thou art interceding For all who on Thee rest, And weary hearts are learning To lean upon Thy breast, Till Thou shalt come in glory Thy ransomed Church to raise, To Chant her joyful story In songs of loudest praise. 267 The Gospel of Thy grace
Gospel of Thy Grace  
  
Dr. Arthur T Pierson
P.M. The Gospel of Thy grace My stubborn heart has won; For God so loved the world He gave His only Son, c That “Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!” Shall everlasting life receive! The serpent “lifted up” Could life and healing give, So Jesus on the Cross Bids me to look and live. c That “Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!” Shall everlasting life receive! The soul that sinneth dies; My awful doom I heard; I was for ever lost, But for Thy gracious word. c That “Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!” Shall everlasting life receive! Not to condemn the world The “Man of Sorrows” came, But that the world might have Salvation through His Name. c That “Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!” Shall everlasting life receive! Lord, help my unbelief! Give me the peace of faith To rest with child-like trust On what Thy gospel saith. c That “Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!” Shall everlasting life receive! 268 The happy morn is come;
Darwall  
Thomas Haweis (1792)
6.6.6.6.8.8. The happy morn is come; Triumphant from the grave The Saviour leaves the tomb, Almighty now to save. c Captivity is captive led Since Jesus liveth that was dead. Who now accuseth them For whom the Surety died? Or who shall those condemn Whom God hath justified? c Captivity is captive led Since Jesus liveth that was dead. Christ hath the ransom paid; The glorious work is done; On Him our help is laid, The victory is won. c Captivity is captive led Since Jesus liveth that was dead. Hail! The triumphant Lord! The Resurrection, Thou; Hail! The incarnate Word! Before the throne we bow. c Captivity is captive led Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 269 The Head that once was crowned with thorns
St. Magnus  
New BHB #564
Thomas Kelly (1820)
C.M. The Head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now! A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. Delight of all who dwell above, The joy of saints below; To us still manifest Thy love That we its depths may know. To us Thy Cross, with all its shame, With all its grace be given! Though earth disowns Thy lowly Name, All worship it in heaven. Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below, Shall reign with Thee above; Then let it be our joy to know Thy way of peace and love. To us Thy Cross is life and health, Though shame and death to Thee; Our present glory, joy and wealth, Our everlasting stay. 270 The holiest now we enter
Missionary  
New BHB #565
Mary Bowly Peters
7.6.7.6.D. The holiest now we enter In perfect peace with God; Regaining our lost centre Through Christ's atoning blood: Though great may be our dulness In thought, and word, and deed, We glory in the fullness Of Him who meets our need. Much incense is ascending Before the eternal throne; God graciously is bending To hear each feeble groan. To all our prayers and praises Christ adds His sweet perfume, And love the censer raises Their odours to consume. O God, we come with singing, Because the great High Priest Our names to Thee is bringing, Nor e'er forgets the least: For us He wears the mitre Where holiness shines bright; For us His robes are whiter Than heaven's unsullied light. 271 The Lamb of God to slaughter led
Evan  
New BHB #568
Robert Cleaver Chapman
C.M. The Lamb of God to slaughter led, The King of Glory see! The crown of thorns upon His head, They nail Him to the tree! The Father gives His only Son; The Lord of Glory dies For us, the guilty and undone, A spotless Sacrifice. Thy Name is holy, O our God! Before Thy throne we bow; Thy bosom is Thy saints' abode, We call Thee Father now. Enthroned with Thee now sits the Lord, And in Thy bosom dwells; Justice, that smote Him with the sword, Our perfect pardon seals. Eternal death was once our doom; Now death has lost its sting; We rose with Jesus from the tomb Jehovah's love to sing. 272 The Lord Himself shall come
Nearer Home  
New BHB #569
James Montgomery & John Russell Darbyshire
S.M.D. The Lord Himself shall come And shout the quickening word; Thousands shall answer from the tomb, For ever with the Lord. c Knowing as I am known! How shall I love that word? How oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord. That resurrection word, That shout of victory, Resound, “For ever with the Lord!” Amen, so let it be! c Knowing as I am known! How shall I love that word? How oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord. Then upward as we fly, That resurrection word Shall be our shout of victory, For ever with the Lord. c Knowing as I am known! How shall I love that word? How oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord. How shall I meet those eyes? Mine on Himself I cast, And own myself the Saviour's prize; Mercy from first to last. c Knowing as I am known! How shall I love that word? How oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord. 273 The God of Abraham praise
Leoni  
New BHB #563
Daniel ben Judah tr/ad by Thomas Olivers (c.14)
6.6.8.4.D. The God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love. Jehovah, great I AM! By earth and heaven confessed, I bow and bless the sacred Name, For ever blessed. The God of Heaven praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek my joys At His right hand. He calls me to forsake Earth's wisdom, fame, and power, And Him my only portion make, My shield and tower. The God of Abraham praise, Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my pilgrim days, In all my ways. He calls a worm His friend, He calls Himself my God; And He shall save me to the end Through Jesus' blood. He by Himself hath sworn, I on His oath depend, I shall, on eagle-wings upborne, To heaven ascend: I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore. 274 There is a fountain filled with blood
Evan  
New BHB #590
William Cowper & Unknown (1771)
C.M. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy wounds supplied for me, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall for ever be. Soon, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, And with the heavenly, blood-bought throng My palm of victory wave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me. 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other Name than Thine. 275 The Lord is risen indeed!
Silchester  
Thomas Kelly (1802)
S.M. The Lord is risen indeed! Then justice asks no more; Mercy and truth are now agreed, Which stood opposed before. The Lord is risen indeed! Then all His works performed; The captive Surety now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed. The Lord is risen indeed! He lives to die no more; He lives, His people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame He bore. The Lord is risen indeed! And hell has lost its prey; And with Him all the ransomed seed Shall reign in endless day. 276 The Lord of Glory! Who is He?
Luther's Hymn  
New BHB #572
Robert Cleaver Chapman
8.7.8.7.8.8.7. The Lord of Glory! Who is He? Who is the King of Glory? Only the Son of God can be The Christ, the King of Glory: Consider all His wounds, and see How Jesus' death upon the tree Proclaims Him King of Glory. Above all heavens, at God's right hand, Now sits the King of Glory; The angels, by His favour, stand Before the throne of Glory; Swiftly they fly at His command To guard His own of every land, To keep the heirs of glory. Death and the grave confess the Lamb To be the King of Glory; The powers of darkness dread His Name, Creation shows His glory. He said: “E'er Abram was, I am;” Jesus is evermore the same, The Almighty King of Glory. Thrice happy who in Him believe, They soon will share His glory; Born of His Spirit, they receive; His Sacred pledge of glory; Taught by His Cross, for sin they grieve, He calls them brethren, and they cleave To Him, their hope of glory. 277 The Lord is risen: now death's dark judgment flood
Troyte's Chant  
William Paton Mackay
10.10.10.10. The Lord is risen: now death's dark judgment flood Is passed in Him who bought us with His blood. The Lord is risen: we stand beyond the doom Of all our sin, through Jesus' empty tomb. The Lord is risen: with Him we also rose, And in His grave see all our vanquished foes. The Lord is risen: beyond the judgment land In Him, in resurrection-life, we stand. The Lord is risen: we're now redeemed to God And tread the desert which His feet have trod. The Lord is risen: the sanctuary's our place Where now we dwell before the Father's face. The Lord is risen: the Lord is gone before; We long to see Him and to sin no more! The Lord is risen: our trumpet shout shall be, Thou hast prevailed! Thy people, Lord, are free! 278 The night is wearing fast away
I've Found a Friend  
New BHB #578
Mary Jane Hoare
8.7.8.7.D. The night is wearing fast away, The glorious day is dawning, When Christ shall all His grace display The fair millennial morning. Gloomy and dark the night hath been, And long the way, and dreary; And sad the weeping saints are seen, And faint, and worn, and weary. Ye mourning pilgrims, dry your tears, And hush each sigh of sorrow; The light of that bright morn appears, The long Sabbatic morrow. Lift up your heads! Behold from far A flood of splendour streaming! It is the bright and Morning Star In living lustre beaming. And see that star-like host around Of angel bands attending; Hark! hark! the trumpet's gladdening sound, 'Mid shouts triumphant blending. He comes! The Bridegroom promised long; Go forth with joy to meet Him, And raise the new and nuptial song, In cheering strains to greet Him. 279 There is a fold whence none can stray
Lynnwood  
New BHB #589
John East
C.M. There is a fold whence none can stray, And pastures ever green, Where sultry sun, or stormy day, Or night is never seen. There is a Shepherd living there, The Firstborn from the dead, Who tends with sweet, unwearied care The flock for which He bled. There congregate the sons of light, Fair as the morning sky, And taste of infinite delight Beneath their Saviour's eye. Their joy bursts forth in strains of love In one harmonious song, And through the heavenly courts above The echoes roll along. O may our faith take up that sound Though toiling here below! 'Midst trials may our joys abound, And songs amidst our woe. Until we reach that happy shore And join to swell their strain, And from our God go out no more And never weep again. 280 The Saviour lives, no more to die;
Mainzer  
New BHB #582
Samuel Medley
L.M. The Saviour lives, no more to die; He lives our Head, enthroned on high; He lives triumphant o'er the grave; He lives eternally to save. He lives to still His people's fears; He lives to wipe away their tears; He lives their mansions to prepare; He lives to bring them safely there. The chief of sinners He receives; His saints He loves, and never leaves; He'll guard us safe from every ill, And all His promises fulfil. Then let our souls in Him rejoice And sing His praise with cheerful voice; Our doubts and fears for ever gone, For Christ is on the Father's throne. 281 The sorrows of the daily life
Mason  
New BHB #584
Anonymous
L.M. The sorrows of the daily life, The shadows o'er my path which fall, Too oft obscure the glory's light Until I rise above them all. Until upon the mountain height I stand, my God, with Thee alone, Bathed in the fullest, clearest light, The glory that surrounds the throne. Calm in Thy secret presence, Lord, I rest this weary soul of mine; Feed on the fullness of Thy word, And die to all the things of time. Alone with Thee, O Master, where The light of earthly glory dies, Misunderstood by all, I dare To do what Thine own heart will prize. Such be my path through life down here, One long, close, lonely walk with Thee, Until past every doubt and fear, Thy face in light above I see. 282 The love that Jesus had for me
Love  
New BHB #576
Jane (Jonathan? --hymntime.com) E. Hall
P.M. The love that Jesus had for me, To suffer on the cruel tree That I a ransomed soul might be, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The many sorrows that He bore, And O that crown of thorns He wore, That I might live for evermore, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The peace I have in Him, my Lord, Who pleads before the throne of God The merits of His precious blood, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The joy that comes when He is near, The rest He gives, so free from fear, The Hope in Him, so bright and clear, Is more than tongue can tell. c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! 283 The veil is rent: Lo! Jesus stands
St. Peter  
New BHB #585
James George Deck (1841)
C.M. The veil is rent: Lo! Jesus stands Before the throne of grace; And clouds of incense from His hands Fill all that glorious place. His precious blood is sprinkled there, Before and on the throne; And His own wounds in heaven declare His work on earth is done. 'Tis finished! on the Cross He said, In agonies and blood; 'Tis finished! Now He lives to plead Before the face of God. 'Tis finished! Here our souls can rest, His work can never fail; By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest, We enter through the veil. Within the holiest of all, Cleansed by His precious blood, Before Thy throne Thy children fall, And worship Thee, our God. Boldly our heart and voice we raise, His Name, His blood, our plea; Assured our prayers and songs of praise Ascend by Him to Thee. 284 The night is far spent, the day is at hand;
Hanover  
  
Thomas Kelly (1836)
P.M. The night is far spent, the day is at hand; Already the dawn may be seen in the sky; Rejoice then, ye saints, 'tis your Lord's own command; Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh. What a day will that be when the Saviour appears! How welcome to Those who have shared in His Cross! A crown incorruptible then will be theirs, A rich compensation for suff'ring and loss. What is loss in this world when compared to that day, To the glory that then will from heaven be revealed; The Saviour is coming, His people may say, The Lord whom we look for, our Sun and our Shield. O pardon us, Lord! that our love to Thy Name Is so faint, with so much our affections to move; Our deadness should fill us with grief and with shame! So much to be loved, and so little to love. O kindle within us a holy desire Like that which was found in Thy people of old! Who felt all Thy love, and whose hearts were on fire While they waited impatient Thy face to behold. 285 There is a Name I love to hear
Belmont  
New BHB #592
Frederick Whitfield (©1855)
C.M. There is a Name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest Name on earth. It tells me of a Saviour's love Who died to set me free; It tells me of His precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea. It tells me of a Father's smile Beaming upon His child; It cheers me through this “little while,” Through desert, waste, and wild. It bids my trembling soul rejoice, It dries each rising tear; It tells me, in a “still, small voice” To trust and never fear. Jesus! The Name I love so well, The Name I love to hear; No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear. This Name shall shed its fragrance still Along life's thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God. And there, with all the blood-bought throng, From sin and sorrow free, I'll sing the new, eternal song Of Jesus love to me. 286 The wanderer no more will roam
Content  
New BHB #586
Mary Jane Deck Walker
8.8.8.6. The wanderer no more will roam, The lost one to the fold hath come, The prodigal is welcomed home, O Lamb of God, in Thee. Though clad in rags, by sin defiled, The Father hath embraced His child; And I am pardoned, reconciled, O Lamb of God, in Thee. It is the Father's joy to bless, His love provides for me a dress, A robe of spotless righteousness, O Lamb of God in Thee. Now shall my famished soul be fed, A feast of love for me is spread, I feed upon the children's bread, O Lamb of God, in Thee. Yea, in the fullness of His grace He puts me in the children's place, Where I may gaze upon His face, O Lamb of God, in Thee. I cannot half His love express, Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess, This blessed portion I possess, O Lamb of God, in Thee. And when I in Thy likeness shine, The glory and the praise be Thine, That everlasting joy is mine, O Lamb of God, in Thee. 287 Thy Name we bless, Lord Jesus!
Zoan II  
New BHB #620
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles
7.7.8.7.D. Thy Name we bless, Lord Jesus! That Name all names excelling: How great Thy love, all praise above, Should every tongue be telling. The Father's loving-kindness In giving Thee was shown us; Now by Thy blood-redeemed to God, As children He doth own us. From that eternal glory Thou hadst with God the Father, He gave His Son, that He in one His children all might gather. Our sins were all laid on Thee, God's wrath Thou hast endured; It was for us Thou suffer'dst thus, And hast our peace secured. Thou from the dead wast raised, And from all condemnation The Church is free, as risen in Thee, Head of the new creation! On high Thou hast ascended To God's right hand in heaven; The Lamb once slain, alive again, To Thee all power is given. Thou hast bestowed the earnest Of that we shall inherit; Till Thou shalt come to take us home We're sealed by God the Spirit. We wait for Thine appearing, When we shall know more fully The grace divine that made us Thine, Thou Lamb of God most holy. 288 Thou art coming, O our Saviour!
Thou art Coming  
New BHB #603
Frances Ridley Havergal
8.7.8.7.D. Thou art coming, O our Saviour! Coming, God's anointed King! Every tongue Thy Name confessing, Well may we rejoice and sing. Thou art coming! Rays of glory, Through the veil Thy death has rent, Gladden now our pilgrim pathway, Glory from Thy presence sent. c Thou art coming! Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way; Thou art coming! We shall see Thee, And be like Thee on that day: Thou art coming! Thou art coming! Jesus, our beloved Lord! O the joy to see Thee reigning, Worshipped, glorified, adored. Thou art coming! Not a shadow, Not a mist, and not a tear, Not a sin, and not a sorrow On that sunrise grand and clear: Thou art coming! Blessed Saviour, Nothing else seems worth a thought; O how marvelous the glory, And the bliss Thy pain hath bought. c Thou art coming! Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way; Thou art coming! We shall see Thee, And be like Thee on that day: Thou art coming! Thou art coming! Jesus, our beloved Lord! O the joy to see Thee reigning, Worshipped, glorified, adored. Thou art coming! We are waiting With a “hope” that cannot fail, Asking not the day or hour, Anchored safe within the veil: Thou art coming! At Thy table We are witnesses for this, As we meet Thee in communion, Earnest of our coming bliss. c Thou art coming! Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way; Thou art coming! We shall see Thee, And be like Thee on that day: Thou art coming! Thou art coming! Jesus, our beloved Lord! O the joy to see Thee reigning, Worshipped, glorified, adored. 289 Through Thy precious body broken
Tenderness  
New BHB #615
Elizabeth Dark
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4. Through Thy precious body broken Inside the veil; O what words to sinners spoken Inside the veil! Precious as the blood that bought us, Perfect as the love that sought us, Holy as the Lamb that brought us Inside the veil. When we see Thy love unshaken Outside the camp; Scorned by man, by God forsaken Outside the camp; Thy loved Cross alone can charm us, Shame need now no more alarm us, Glad we follow, nought can harm us Outside the camp. Lamb of God, through Thee we enter Inside the veil; Cleansed by Thee, we boldly venture Inside the veil: Not a stain; a new creation; Ours is such a full salvation; Low we bow in adoration Inside the veil. Unto Thee, the homeless stranger Outside the camp, Forth we hasten, fear no danger Outside the camp. Thy reproach far richer treasure Than all Egypt's boasted pleasure: Drawn by love that knows no measure, Outside the camp. Soon Thy saints shall all be gathered Inside the veil: All at home, no more be scattered, Inside the veil. Nought from Thee our hearts shall sever; We shall see Thee, grieve Thee never; Praise the Lamb! shall sound for ever Inside the veil. 290 Thou hidden love of God, Whose height
Giessen  
New BHB #605
Gerhard Tersteegen tr/ad by John Wesley (1729)
8.8.8.8.8.8. Thou hidden love of God, Whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far Thy beauteous light, And inly sigh for Thy repose: My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in Thee. Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with Thee my heart to share? O tear it thence, and reign alone The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in Thee. O hide this self from me that I No more, but Christ in me shall live! My vile affections mortify, Nor let one darling sin survive: In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee. Each moment calls from earth away My heart which lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul and say, I am thy Life, thy God, thy All! To know Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To feel Thy love, be all my choice. 291 Thy broken body, gracious Lord
Rockingham  
New BHB #616
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles
L.M. Thy broken body, gracious Lord, Is shadowed by this broken bread: The wine, which in this cup is poured, Points to the blood which Thou hast shed. And while we meet together thus We show that we are one in Thee; Thy precious blood was shed for us, Thy death, O Lord, has set us free. Brethren! In Thee, in union sweet, For ever be Thy grace adored! 'Tis in Thy Name that now we meet, And know Thou'rt with us, gracious Lord. We have one hope that Thou wilt come; Thee in the air we wait to see, When Thou wilt take Thy people home, And we shall ever reign with Thee. 292 Though often here we're weary
Salvatori  
Anonymous
7.6.7.6.D. Though often here we're weary There is sweet rest above; A rest that is eternal Where all is peace and love: O then let us press forward That glorious rest to gain! We'll soon be free from sorrow, From toil, and care, and pain. Our Saviour will be with us E'en to our journey's end, In every sore affliction His present help to lend. He never will grow weary, Though often we request; He'll give us grace to conquer, And take us home to rest. All glory to the Father Who gives us every good; And glory be to Jesus Who bought us with His blood; And glory to the Spirit Who keeps us to the end: To the Triune God be glory, The sinner's only Friend. 293 Through the dark path of sorrow
Security  
Mary Carter
11.11.11.11. Through_the dark path of sorrow which Jesus has trod, Thy feeble ones wander, our Father, our God: And the thick clouds that gather but turn us away From the wast, howling desert, where He could not stay. From_the cold world that knoweth and loveth its own, Where Jesus was hated, rejected, unknown, We will cheerfully hasten, rejoicing to be Counted worthy to suffer, Lord Jesus, for Thee. In_the fierce hour that trieth the children of men, In the hour of temptation, O succour us then! Let the weak and the feeble find under Thine arm, In the blast of the terrible, shelter from harm. When_the proud are exalted and seated on high, When trouble and desperate sorrow draw nigh, When the hearts of all others are failing for fear, Then we lift up our heads, for the glory is near. O hasten Thy coming! We long for the day; Bright Star of the morning no longer delay; Let the groaning creation from sorrow be free, And the purchased possession be gathered to Thee. 294 Thou, my everlasting portion!
Close to Thee  
  
New BHB #607
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1874)
P.M. Thou, my everlasting portion! More than friend or life to me, All along my pilgrim journey, Saviour, let me walk with Thee. Close to Thee, close to Thee, Close to Thee, close to Thee, All along my pilgrim journey, Saviour, let me walk with Thee. Not for ease or worldly pleasure, Nor for fame my prayer shall be, Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with Thee. Close to Thee, close to Thee, Close to Thee, close to Thee, Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with Thee. Lead me through the vale of shadows, Bear me o'er life's fitful sea; Then the gate of life eternal I shall enter, Lord, with Thee, Close to Thee, close to Thee, Close to Thee, close to Thee, Then the gate of life eternal I shall enter, Lord, with Thee. 295 Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
Ezra  
New BHB #619
W. Yerbury
7.7.8.7.D. Thy love we own, Lord Jesus; In service unremitting, Within the veil Thou dost prevail, Each soul for worship fitting. Encompassed here with failure, Each earthly refuge fails us; Without, within, beset with sin, Thy Name alone avails us. Thy love we own, Lord Jesus! For though Thy toils are ended, Thy tender heart doth take its part With those Thy grace befriended. Thy sympathy, most precious! Thou succourest in sorrow, And bidst us cheer while pilgrims here, And haste the hopeful morrow. Thy love we own, Lord Jesus! Thy way is traced before Thee; Thou wilt descend, and we ascend, To meet in heavenly glory. Soon shall the blissful morning Call forth Thy saints to meet Thee, Only our Lord, alone adored, With gladness then we'll greet Thee. Thy love we own, Lord Jesus! And wait to see Thy glory, To know as known, and fully own Thy perfect grace before Thee: We plead Thy parting promise, Come, Saviour, to release us; Then endless praise our lips shall raise For love like Thine, Lord Jesus. 296 Through the love of God our Saviour
Evensong  
New BHB #614
Mary Bowly Peters (1847)
8.4.8.8.8.4. Through the love of God our Saviour All will be well. Free and changeless is His favour; All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us, Perfect is the grace that sealed us, Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us, All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation All will be well. Ours is such a full salvation; All, all is well. Happy, still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, All must be well. We expect a bright to-morrow; All will be well. Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well. On our Father's love relying, Christ our every need supplying, Whether living now, or dying, All must be well. 297 Twas love that sought Gethsemane
Ezra  
New BHB #631
William Dickinson
8.7.8.7. Twas love that sought Gethsemane Or Judas ne'er had found Thee; 'Twas love that nailed Thee to the tree Or iron ne'er had bound Thee. 'Twas love that lived, 'twas love that died, With endless life to bless us; Well hast Thou won Thy blood-bought Bride, Worthy art Thou, Lord Jesus! 298 This world is a wilderness wide
David  
New BHB #602
John Nelson Darby
8.9.9.9. This world is a wilderness wide, I have nothing to seek or to choose; I've no thought in the waste to abide; I have nought to regret nor to lose. The path where my Saviour is gone Has led up to His Father and God, To the place where He's now on the throne; And His strength shall be mine on the road. With Him shall my rest be on high, When in holiness bright I sit down, In the joy of His love ever nigh, In the peace that His presence shall crown. 'Tis the treasure I've found in His love That has made me a pilgrim below; And 'tis there, when I reach Him above As I'm known, all His fullness I'll know. And Saviour, 'tis Thou from on high I await till the time Thou shalt come, To take him Thou hast led by Thine eye To Thyself in Thy heavenly home. 299 Till He come! O let the words
Studley  
New BHB #621
Edward Henry Bickersteth (1861)
7.7.7.7.7.7. “'Till He come!” O let the words Linger on the trembling chords; Let the “little while” between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heaven and home Lie beyond that “Till He come!” When the weary ones we love Enter on their rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hush! be every murmur dumb, It is only “Till He come!” Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb, Pain us only “Till He come!” Sweet the feast of love divine, Broken bread and outpoured wine; Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round His heavenly board, Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only “Till He come!” 300 Tis we, O Lord, whom Thou hast shown
Winchester  
New BHB #625
Mary Bowly Peters
L.M. 'Tis we, O Lord, whom Thou hast shown The deadly bitterness of sin; We, who forgiving love have known, May fitly bring thank-offerings in. Thy presence called for Israel's praise, Encompassed by their mortal foes; And when in death they met their gaze, What songs of glorious triumph rose. And we have known redemption, Lord, From bondage worse than theirs by far; Sin held us by a stronger cord, Yet by Thy mercy free we are. O blessed Lord! Thy groans and tears, Thy death the power of darkness broke; Bursting the chains we wore for years It freed us from the iron yoke. Divine Deliverer! Thou alone Thy people from the deep couldst bring; The glorious triumph all Thine own: Thy Name, Thy might, Thy grace, we sing. 301 To Thee, O gracious Saviour!
Munich  
New BHB #629
John Samuel Bewley Monsell
7.6.7.6.D. To Thee, O gracious Saviour! My spirit turns for rest, My peace is in Thy favour, My pillow on Thy breast: Though all the world deceive me I know that I am Thine, And Thou wilt never leave me, O blessed Saviour mine. In Thee my trust abideth, On Thee my hope relies, O Thou whose love provideth For all beneath the skies: O Thou whose mercy found me, From bondage set me free, And then for ever bound me With threefold cords to Thee. My grief is in the dullness With which this sluggish heart Doth open to the fullness Of all Thou dost impart: My joy is in Thy merit, And holiness divine, My comfort in Thy Spirit That binds my life to Thine. Alas, that I should ever Have failed in love to Thee, The only One who never Forgot or slighted me! O for a heart to love Thee More truly as I ought, And nothing place above Thee In deed, or word, or thought. O for that choicest blessing Of living in Thy love! And thus on earth possessing The peace of heaven above: O for the bliss that by it The soul securely knows, The holy calm and quiet Of faith's serene repose. 302 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer when our hearts lowly bend
Hour of Prayer  
  
New BHB #624
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1880)
P.M. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer when our hearts lowly bend, And we gather to Jesus, our Saviour and Friend; If we come to Him in faith, His protection to share, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer when the Saviour draws near With tender compassion His people to hear; When He tells us we may cast at His feet every care: What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer when the tempted and tried, To the Saviour who loves them, their sorrows confide; With a sympathising heart He removes every care: What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. At the blessed hour of prayer, if we firmly believe That the blessing we ask for we'll surely receive, In the fullness of delight we shall lose every care: What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. 303 Tis finished all: our souls to win
Melcombe  
New BHB #622
Sir Edward Denny
L.M. Tis finished all: our souls to win His life the blessed Saviour gave; Then rising, left His people's sin Behind Him in His open grave. Past suff'ring now, the tender heart, Of Jesus, on His Father's throne, Still in our sorrow bears a part, And feels it as He felt His own. Sweet thought! We have a Friend above, Our weary, faltering steps to guide, Who follows with the eye of love The little flock for which He died. Lord Jesus, teach us more and more On Thee alone to cast our care; And gazing on Thy Cross, adore The wondrous grace that brought Thee there. 304 Tis past, the dark and dreary night.
Harrington  
New BHB #623
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. Tis past, the dark and dreary night. And, Lord, we hail Thee now, Our Morning Star, without a cloud Of sadness on Thy brow. Thy path on earth. the Cross, the grave, Thy sorrows all are o'er; And O sweet thought! Thine eye shall weep. Thy heart shall break no more. Deep were those sorrows, deeper still The love that brought Thee low, That bade the streams of life from Thee, A lifeless Victim, flow. Drawn from Thy pierced and bleeding side, That pure and cleansing flood Speaks peace to every heart that knows The virtues of Thy blood. Yet 'tis not that we know the joy Of cancelled sin alone, But, happier far, Thy saints are called To share Thy glorious throne. So closely are we linked in love, So wholly one with Thee, That all Thy bliss and glory then Our portion blest shall be. 305 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now
St. Paul  
New BHB #626
Sir Edward Denny
C.M. To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our weary souls repair, To dwell upon Thy dying love, And taste its sweetness there. Sweet resting-place of every heart That feels the plague of sin, Yet knows the deep, mysterious joy Of peace with God within. There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, Thy suffering spirit passed; Grace there its wondrous victory gained, And love endured its last. O Lamb of God! Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine, Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, And linked our life with Thine. Our longing eyes would fain behold That bright and blessed brow, Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear Its crown of glory now. Thy sympathies and hopes are ours: We long, O Lord, to see Creation all—below, above, Redeemed and blessed by Thee. 306 Unworthy our thanksgiving
Missionary  
Mary Bowly Peters
7.6.7.6.D. Unworthy our thanksgiving, Our service stained with sin, Except as Thou art living. Our Priest, to bear it in; In every act of worship, In every loving deed, Our thoughts around Thee centre As meeting all our need. A bond that nought can sever Has fixed us to the Rock; Sin put away for ever From all the Shepherd's flock And, Lord, Thy perfect fitness To do a kinsman's part, The Holy Ghost doth witness To each believer's heart. As dews that fall on Hermon Refresh the plains below, The Spirit's holy unction Through Thee to us doth flow. Ah, then, how good and pleasant, As one, to live in love, Forgetting all things present In hope of joys above. 307 Unto Him who loved us, gave us
Regent Square  
New BHB #634
Samuel Miller Waring
8.7.8.7.8.7. Unto Him who loved us, gave us Every pledge that love could give; Freely shed His blood to save us; Gave His life that we might live; Be the kingdom, And dominion, And the glory evermore. 308 Unto the Lamb that was slain
St. Magnus  
Isaac Watts
C.M. Unto the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid! Salvation, glory, joy remain For ever on Thy head. Thou has redeemed us with Thy blood, Hast set the prisoners free; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee. 309 Walk in the light, so shalt thou know
Emmanuel  
New BHB #636
Bernard Barton (1826)
C.M. Walk in the light, so shalt thou know That fellowship of love His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. Walk in the light, o'er sin abhorred Thou shalt the victory gain; The blood of Jesus Christ Thy Lord Cleanseth from every stain. Walk in the light, and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is. Walk in the light, and e'en the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away the gloom, For Christ hath conquered there. Walk in the light, and thine shall be. A path, though thorny, bright; For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, And God Himself is light. 310 We bless our Saviour's Name
Boylston  
New BHB #640
James George Deck (1841)
S.M. We bless our Saviour's Name, Our sins are all forgiven; To suffer, once to earth He came, And now He's crowned in heaven. His precious blood was shed, His body bruised for sin; Rememb'ring this we break the bread, And, joyful, drink the wine. While we remember Thee, Lord, in our midst appear! Let each by faith Thy body see While we assemble here. We never would forget Thy rich, Thy precious love; Our theme of joy and wonder here, Our endless song above! O let Thy love constrain Our souls to cleave to Thee! And ever in our hearts remain That word, “Remember Me!” 311 We come, our gracious Father
Munich  
New BHB #642
Anonymous
7.6.7.6.D. We come, our gracious Father, With many hearts as one, And here we only gather In memory of Thy Son: We prize each happy token Of peace with Thee, our God; The bread, His body broken; The wine, His precious blood. Whilst breaking bread we ponder, Lord Jesus, on Thy love, And see, with silent wonder. What drew Thee from above. Complete in Thy completeness, The Church, Thy favoured Bride, Possesses all the Sweetness Thy perfect love supplied. 312 We love to sing with one accord
Belmount  
New BHB #645
Anonymous
C.M. We love to sing with one accord The riches of Thy grace; We love to come before Thee, Lord, On earth no happier place. We love to lean upon Thy breast In the repose of faith, And find our soul's enduring rest In what Thy Spirit saith. He witnessed to the constant guilt That marked the path we trod; He witnessed that Thy blood was spilt To bring us nigh to God. He made us look to Thee alone, And showed us our release; He brings the message from the throne, Of mercy, grace, and peace. In songs of praise we would record Thy mercy while we live, And standing in Thy presence, Lord, Far sweeter praises give. 313 We praise Thy great love
Thine the Glory  
  
New BHB #647
William Paton Mackay
P.M. We praise Thy great love, Our Father and God; Rejoicing in Jesus, Whom Thou hast bestowed. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Revive us again. We praise Thee, O God, For the joy Thou hast given To Thy saints in communion, These foretastes of heaven. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Revive us again. We praise Thee, O God, For the Word of Thy love, Which unfolds Thy rich grace And Thy glory above. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Revive us again. Accepted in Christ, Who has stood in our place, We shall show in the glory Thy riches of grace. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Revive us again. We work for Him now, Till, God's purpose complete, The Bride and the Bridegroom In glory shall meet. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Come quickly again. Lord Jesus, we wait For the day Thou shalt come; We long for Thy presence, Our heavenly home. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Come quickly again. 314 We're a pilgrim band in a stranger land
Resolution  
  
A. B. Mackay
P.M. We're a pilgrim band in a stranger land Who are marching from Calvary, Where the wondrous Cross, with its gain and loss, Is the sum of our history: There we lost our stand in a death-doomed land, As children of wrath by the fall; There we gained a place as heirs of grace At the feast in the heavenly hall. We read our guilt in the blood that was spilt, And we weep o'er the crimson flow; But we joy in the grace of the unveiled face Of a Father here below: And as sons of God, redeemed by blood, We hasten from Egypt away; We cross the sand to the pleasant land And the joys of an endless day. We were children of night, kept far from the light, Enslaved by a cruel foe; But Jesus' pains broke the iron chains, And redeemed our souls from woe: Now as children of light we walk and we fight In a path of triumphant joy; For our strength is the Lord, whose Word is our sword, While faith is the shield we employ. Our home is with God, and our path has been trod By the faithful of ages all, And us He will bring, as on eagles' wing, To our place in the marriage hall: Then, then shall we sing, as the Bride of the King, Of the blood that has brought us so nigh, To bask in the blaze of the Ancient of Days, Enthroned above the sky. 315 We sing the praise of Him who died
Mainzer  
New BHB #651
Thomas Kelly (1815)
L.M. We sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the Cross, The sinner's Hope—though men deride, For Him we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the Cross we see, In shining letters, “God is love;” The Lamb who died upon the tree Has brought us mercy from above. The Cross! It takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day And sweetens every bitter cup. It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The theme of praise in heaven above. 316 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
St. Bernard  
New BHB #660
Edward Denny (1839)
C.M. What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! For ever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped Thy silent tongue. Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still Thy heart could only love. O give us hearts to love like Thee! Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. One with Thyself, may every eye, In us, Thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with Thee. 317 What a Friend we have in Jesus
Paraclete  
New BHB #659
Joseph Medicott Scriven & Charles Crozat Converse (1857)
8.7.8.7.D. What a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and grief's to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear! All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged: Take it to the Lord in prayer! Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness: Take it to the Lord in prayer. Are we weak and heavy-laden, Cumbered with a load of care? Blessed Saviour, still our refuge: Take it to the Lord in prayer! Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer! In His arms He'll take and shield thee, Thou shalt find a solace there. 318 We'll sing of the Shepherd that died
David  
New BHB #656
Thomas Kelly
8.8.8.8. We'll sing of the Shepherd that died, That died for the sake of the flock; His love to the utmost was tried, But firmly endured as a rock. When blood from a victim must flow, This Shepherd, by pity, was led To stand between us and the foe, And willingly die in our stead. Our song then for ever should be Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus; No subject's so glorious as He, No theme's so affecting to us. We'll sing of such subjects alone None other our tongues shall employ, Till fully His love becomes known In yonder bright regions of joy. 319 When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame
Giessen  
New BHB #668
James George Deck (1841)
8.8.8.8.8.8. When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame, To Jesus' Cross I trembling came, Burdened with guilt, and full of fear, Yet drawn by love to venture near, Pardon I found, and peace with God, In Jesus' rich, atoning blood. My sin is gone, my fear is o'er, I shun God's presence now no more; He sits upon the throne of grace, He bids me boldly seek His face: Sprinkled upon the throne of God I see that rich, atoning blood. Here I can rest without a fear; By this, to God I now draw near; By this, I triumph over sin, For this has made and keeps me clean; And when I reach the throne of God I'll praise that rich, atoning blood. 320 When languor and disease invade
Courtallan Martyrdom  
Augustus Montague Toplady (1780)
C.M. When langour and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage And long to fly away. Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love; Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above. Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own. Sweet to reflect how grace divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember that His blood My debt of suffering paid. Sweet in God's righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience, day by day, His Spirit's quickening breath. Sweet on His faithfullness to rest, Whose love can never end; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend. Sweet, in the confidence of faith, To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His. 321 Come, ye saints, rejoice with Jesus
Anticipation  
Richard Chenevix Trench (George Frederick Trench?)
8.7.8.7.8.7. Come, ye saints, rejoice with Jesus, Called with Him His joy to share; Seraphs worship, angels praise Him; We His friends and followers are: Lost ones found and dead ones raised, Now the heart of Jesus cheer. Praise the Lord with hallelujahs! Endless praises let us bring; Praise His Name for these great mercies, Turn we now His praise to sing: Loudest praises, Loudest praises Make the court of heaven ring. Praise Him! Praise Him! Never ceasing, Ye who prove God's boundless grace; Have we asked, and has He answered? Thankful hearts to heaven raise: He is worthy, He is worthy To receive His children's praise. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Heartfelt praise to God we give; They should loudest sing His praises Who His blessings thus receive: Songs of praises, Songs of praises Let us render while we live. Shout, ye ransomed heirs of heaven! Saved to show God's praises forth; While ye shout, let joys unspoken Fill your hearts with heavenly mirth: Hearts exulting, Songs out-bursting, Put to shame the joys of earth 322 When I survey the wondrous Cross
Rockingham Boston Mason  
New BHB #669
Isaac Watts & Hymns Ancient and Modern (1707)
L.M. When I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the Cross of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my heart, my life, my all! 323 While in sweet communion feeding
Salvator Deerhurst  
Sir Edward Denny
8.7.8.7.D. While in sweet communion feeding On this earthly bread and wine, Saviour, may we see Thee bleeding On the Cross to make us Thine! Now our eyes we would be closing To this fleeting world below, And upon Thyself reposing, More of grace and mercy know. Though unseen, be ever near us With the still small voice of love, Whispering words of peace to cheer us, Every doubt and fear remove; Bring before us all the story Of Thy life and death of woe, And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below. 324 When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
It is Well  
  
New BHB #671
Horatio Gates Spafford (1873)
P.M. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows, like sea-billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. My sin, O the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live! If death's waters o'er me shall roll No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life, Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait; The sky, not the grave is our goal: O trump of the angel! O voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul! c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 325 With Jesus in our midst
Selma  
New BHB #684
Robert Cleaver Chapman
S.M. With Jesus in our midst, We gather round the board; Though many, we are one in Christ, One body in the Lord. Our sins were laid on Him When bruised on Calvary: With Christ we died and rose again, And sit with Him on high. Faith eats the bread of life, And drinks the living wine; Thus we, in love together knit, On Jesus' breast recline. Soon shall the night be gone, And we with Jesus reign; The marriage supper of the Lamb Shall banish all our pain. 326 With joy we meditate the grace
Harington  
New BHB #685
Isaac Watts (1707)
C.M. With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart o'erflows with tenderness, His very name is Love. Touched with a sympathy within He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations are For He endured the same. But spotless, innocent, and pure Our great Redeemer stood; No stain of sin did e'er defile The holy Lamb of God. He, when He sojourned here below, Poured forth His cries and tears; And, though exalted, feels afresh What every member bears. Then boldly let our faith address His mercy and His power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour. 327 Hark! hark! hear the glad tidings
Glad Tidings  
  
Anonymous
P.M. Hark! hark! hear the glad tidings, Soon, soon, Jesus will come, Robed, robed, in honour and glory, To gather His ransomed ones home: Yes, yes, O yes! To gather His ransomed ones home. Joy, joy, sound it more loudly; Sing, sing, glory to God; Christ Jesus is quickly returning, Publish the tidings abroad: Yes, yes, O yes! Publish the tidings abroad. Now, now, through a glass darkly, Shine, shine, visions to come; Soon, soon, we shall behold Him, Cloudless and bright in our home: Yes, yes, O yes! Cloudless and bright in our home. Long, long, have we been waiting, Who, who love His blest Name; Now, now, we are delighting Jesus is near to proclaim: Yes, yes, O yes! Jesus is near to proclaim. Still, still, rest on the promise; Cling, cling, fast to His Word; Wait, wait, He will not tarry, We'll patiently wait for the Lord: Yes, yes, O yes! We'll patiently wait for the Lord. 328 Worthy, worthy is the Lamb!
Warwick Lane  
  
New BHB #697
William Paton Mackay
P.M. Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Worthy, worthy is the Lamb That was slain. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! Thou redeem'st our souls to God, Thou redeem'st our souls to God, Thou redeem'st our souls to God By Thy blood. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! Thou hast made us kings and priests, Thou hast made us kings and priests, Thou hast made us kings and priests To our God. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! We shall ever reign with Thee, We shall ever reign with Thee, We shall ever reign with Thee, Lamb of God. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! 329 I am Thine, O Lord! I have heard Thy voice
Draw Me Nearer  
  
New BHB #194
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1875)
P.M. I am Thine, O Lord! I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to Thee. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, By the power of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. O the pure delight of a single hour, That before Thy throne I spend! When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea; There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. 330 I will never, never leave thee
Constancy  
New BHB #225
Anonymous
8.7.8.7.D. I will never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake! I will guard, and save, and keep thee, For My Name and mercy's sake! Fear no evil, fear no evil, Only all My counsel take, For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When the storm is raging round thee, Call on Me in humble prayer, I will fold My arms about thee, Guard thee with the tend'rest care; In the trial, in the trial I will make thy pathway clear. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When the sky above is glowing, And around thee all is bright, Pleasure like a river flowing, All things tending to delight, I'll be with thee, I'll be with thee, I will guide thy steps aright. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When thy soul is dark and clouded, Filled with doubt, and grief, and care, Through the mist by which 'tis shrouded. I will make a light appear. And the banner, and the banner Of My love I will uprear. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. 331 With steady pace the pilgrim moves
St. Magnus Irish  
New BHB #690
Richard Jukes
C.M. With steady pace the pilgrim moves To-wards the blissful shore, And sings with cheerful heart and voice, 'Tis better on before. His passage through a desert lies Where furious lions roar; He takes his staff, and, smiling, says, 'Tis better on before. When tempted to forsake his God And give the contest o'er, He hears a voice which says, “Look up! 'Tis better on before.” When stern affliction clouds his cheek, And want stands at the door, Hope cheers him with her sunniest note, 'Tis better on before. And if on Jordan's bank he stands, And sees the radiant shore, Bright angels whisper, “Come away! 'Tis better on before.” And so it is, for high in heaven They never suffer more; Eternal calm succeeds the storm; 'Tis better on before! 332 O thou whose bounty fills our cup
Abridge  
Jane Fox Crewdson (1860)
C.M. O thou whose bounty fills our cup With every blessing meet! We give Thee thanks for every drop, The bitter and the sweet. We thank Thee for the desert road, And for the river side; For all Thy goodness has bestowed, And all Thy grace denied. We thank Thee for the smile and frown, And for the gain and loss; We bless Thee for the future crown, And for the present cross. We bless Thee for the glad increase, And for the waning joy; And for the calm and settled peace Which nothing can destroy. 333 Just as I am, without one plea
Woodworth Agnus Dei  
Charlotte Elliott & William Batchelder Bradbury (1835)
8.8.8.6. Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and foes without, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! 334 Come ye, who bow to sovereign grace
Sawley Sennen Cove  
Charles Haddon Spurgeon & Maria de Fleury
C.M. Come ye, who bow to sovereign grace, Record Immanuel's love; Join in a song of grateful praise To Him who lives above. Once in the gloomy grave He lay, But, by His rising power, He bore the gates of death away: Hail! Mighty Conqueror. 335 Come sing, my soul, and praise the Lord
Redemption Ground  
New BHB #84
Daniel Webster Whittle
L.M.D. Come sing, my soul, and praise the Lord, Who hath redeemed thee by His blood; Delivered thee from chains that bound, And brought thee to redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! Once from my God I wandered far, And with His holy will made war; But now my songs to God abound: I'm standing on redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! O joyous hour when God to me A vision gave of Calvary! My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound: I sang upon redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! No works of merit now I plead, But Jesus take for all my need; No righteousness in me is found, Except upon redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! Come, weary soul, and here find rest; Accept redemption, and be blest: The Christ who died, by God is crowned To pardon on redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! 336 Endless praises to our Lord
Orientis Partibus Melling  
Thomas Kelly
7.7.7.7. Endless praises to our Lord, Ever be His Name adored! Hallelujah! Crown the Lamb: He is worthy, praise His Name! Saints, adore Him, sound His fame, You He saved from endless shame; Hallelujah! Crown the Lamb: He is worthy, praise His Name! 337 Father of mercies! In Thy Word
Grafenberg Tiltey Abbey  
New BHB #104
Anne Steele (1760)
C.M. Father of mercies! In Thy Word What endless glory shines! For ever be Thy Name adored For these celestial lines. Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. O may these holy pages be Our ever new delight! And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light. Divine Instructor! Gracious Lord! Thou art for ever near; Teach us to love Thy sacred Word And view a Saviour there. 338 Hark! How the blood-bought hosts above
Praise : Piety  
John Kent
8.8.6.8.8.6. Hark! How the blood-bought hosts above Conspire to chant the Saviour's love, In sweet harmonious strains! And while they strike their golden lyres This glorious theme each bosom fires, That Grace triumphant reigns! We'll join the song, for we can tell How sovereign grace dissolved the spell That kept us bound in chains; And from that dear and happy day How oft we've been constrained to say That grace triumphant reigns. Yes! Though we've strayed, like saints of old, Grace has restored us to the fold, As captives in its chains: Thus saved by grace, we'd gladly sing, Till all the earth and heavens ring With grace triumphant reigns. When called to meet our glorious Head, That perfect love shall banish dread, Which now our soul sustains; And when we rise to endless day, We'll raise our voice and boldly say, Grace, grace triumphant reigns. 339 Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to face;
St. Agnes Kensington Eventide
New BHB #171
Horatius Bonar (1855)
10.10.10.10. Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to face; Here would we touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand th' eternal grace, And all our weariness upon Thee lean. Here would we feed upon the bread of God; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven; Here would we lay aside each earthly load; Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. Ours is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Ours is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood; Here is our robe, our refuge and our peace, Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord, our God. Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, though not the love, is past and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here, Nearer than ever, still our shield and sun. But see, the pillar-cloud is rising now, And moving onward through the desert night; It beckons, and we follow, for we know It leads us to the heritage of light. Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; Yet passing, points to the glad feast above; Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love. 340 Is it Thy will that I should be
St. Luke Onslow  
New BHB #244
Anonymous (1888)
L.M. Is it Thy will that I should be Buried, in symbol, Lord, with Thee? Owning Thee by this solemn sign, Telling the world that I am Thine. Gladly I yield obedience now; In all things to Thy will I'd bow; I'll follow where my Saviour led, And humbly in His footsteps tread. This emblematic, watery grave Shows forth His love, who came to save; And as I enter it, I see The price my Saviour paid for me. Forth from Thy burial, Lord, I come, For Thou hast triumphed o'er the tomb; Thy resurrection life I share, My portion is no longer here. O may I count myself to be Dead to the sins that wounded Thee, Dead to the pleasures of this earth Unworthy of my heavenly birth. Lord Jesus, when I gaze on Thee And all Thy radiant glory see, That joy will far exceed the shame I bear on earth for Thy loved name. 341 Jesus, the Christ! Eternal Word!
Arizona Erbistock  
William Morshead (R. Morshead?)
L.M. Jesus, the Christ! Eternal Word! Of all creation Sovereign Lord! On Thee alone by faith we rest, And lean our weakness on Thy breast. Thy blood hath washed us from our sin; Thy Spirit sanctifies within; And Thou for us in all our need At God's right hand dost ever plead. O Keep us in the narrow way That ne'er from Thee our footsteps stray; Sustain our weakness, calm our fear, And to Thy presence keep us near. And be it thus till that blest day When God shall wipe all tears away: Quickly! The promise of Thy word; E'en so; Amen. Come, Jesus, Lord! 342 Join all the glorious names
Darwall's 148th Raleigh  
New BHB #278
Isaac Watts (1709)
6.6.6.6.8.8. Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That mortals ever knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, Too mean to set our Saviour forth. Great prophet of our God! Our tongues would bless Thy name; By Thee the joyful news Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, of peace with heaven. Be Thou our counsellor, Our pattern, and our guide; And through this desert land Still keep us near Thy side; O let our feet ne'er run astray, Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way. We love our Shepherd's voice; His watchful eye shall keep Our wand'ring souls among The thousands of His sheep; He feeds His flock, He calls their names, His bosom bears the tender lambs. 343 Light of the world, shine on our souls;
French Nox Praecessit  
New BHB #285
Edward Bickersteth
C.M. Light of the world, shine on our souls; Thy grace to us afford; And while we meet to learn Thy truth Be Thou our teacher, Lord. May we its riches, power, and depth, Its holiness discern; Its joyful news of saving grace By blest experience learn. Thus may Thy word be dearer still, And studied more each day; And as it richly dwells within, Thyself in it display. 344 Low in the grave He lay
Christ Arose  
  
New BHB #320
Robert Lowry (1874)
P.M. Low in the grave He lay, Jesus, my Saviour, Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus, my Saviour, Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Death cannot keep his prey, Jesus, my Saviour, He tore the bars away, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! 345 O safe to the rock that is higher than I
Security ("Hiding in Thee" without chorus)  
New BHB #436
William Orcutt Cushing (1876)
P.M. O safe to the rock that is higher than I My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly; So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be; Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour, In times when temptation casts o'er me its power; In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe, I have fled to my refuge, and breathed out my woe; How often, when trials like sea-billows roll, Have I hidden in Thee O Thou rock of my soul. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. 346 O Lamb of God, we lift our eyes
Eastgate  
New BHB #414
Alexander Stewart
C.M. O Lamb of God, we lift our eyes To Thee amidst the throne; Shine on us, bid Thy light arise, And make Thy glory known. We know Thy work for ever done, Ourselves alive and free; Graced with the Spirit of the Son, Made nigh to God in Thee. Yet would we prove Thine instant grace, Thy present power would feel; Lift on us now Thy glorious face, Thyself, O Lord, reveal. From Thy high place of purest light, O Lamb, amidst the throne, Shine forth upon our waiting sight And make Thy glory known. 347 O how the thought that I shall know
For Ever Farringdon  
Joseph Swain
P.M. O how the thought that I shall know Jesus, who suffered here below To manifest God's favour; For me and all the saints I love, Both here and with Himself above, Should my delighted spirit move At that sweet word, for ever. For ever to behold Him shine, For evermore to call Him mine, And see Him still before me; For ever on His face to gaze, And meet His full assembled rays, While all His beauty He displays To all His saints in glory. Not all things else are half so dear As is His blissful presence here; What must it be in heaven? 'Tis heaven on earth we hear Him say, As now we journey day by day, Poor sinner, cast thy fears away, Thy sins are all forgiven. But how will His celestial voice Make our enraptured hearts rejoice When we shall stand before Him; When we for Him no longer wait, But, opened wide the heavenly gate, We rise our glorious Lord to meet, And all His saints adore Him. 348 O they've reached the sunny shore
Warwick Lane  
Mary Whateley
7.7.7.3. O they've reached the sunny shore, They will never suffer more, All their pain and grief are o'er, Over there. O the street is shining gold, And the glory is untold; 'Tis our Shepherd's peaceful fold Over there. O they've done the weary fight, Jesus saved them by His might, And they walk with Him in white Over there. O they never shed a tear For the Lord Himself is near, And to Him they're ever dear Over there. O they feel no chilling blast For their winter time is past, And the summers always last Over there. O they need no lamp at night For the day is always bright, And the Saviour is their light Over there. O we'll form a happy band When we hear our Lord's command, And in glory round Him stand Over there. 349 Poor, weak, and worthless though I am
Warrington  
New BHB #480
John Newton (1779)
L.M. Poor, weak, and worthless though I am, I have a rich, almighty friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is His name; He freely loves, and without end. He ransomed me from hell with blood, And by His power my foes controlled; He found me wand'ring far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold, He cheers my heart, my want supplies, And says that I shall shortly be Enthroned with Him above the skies; O what a friend is Christ to me! 350 Rock of Ages! Cleft for me
Redhead  
New BHB #506
Augustus Montague Toplady (1776)
7.7.7.7.7.7. Rock of Ages! Cleft for me, Lo, I hide myself in Thee, Where the water and the blood From Thy wounded side which flowed Are of sin the double cure, Cleansing from its guilt and power. Not the labour of my hands Could fulfil Thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Hungry, thirsty, still I flee, All-sufficient Lord, to Thee. While I draw this fleeting breath, Should mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to heights unknown, And behold Thee on Thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Still I'll hide myself in Thee. 351 Without a cloud between;
Dennis Zurich  
New BHB #692
Albert Midlane
S.M. Without a cloud between; To see Him face to face; Not struck with dire amazement dumb, But triumphing in grace. Without a cloud between; To see Him as He is; O who can tell the height of joy, The full transporting bliss. Without a cloud between; My longing spirit waits For that sweet hour, from which my soul Its highest glory dates. Without a cloud between; Lord Jesus, haste the day, The morning bright without a cloud, And chase our tears away. 352 Thou art the Everlasting Word
Supremacy Arabia  
New BHB #604
Josiah Condor (1836)
8.6.8.6.8.8. Thou art the Everlasting Word, The Father's only Son, God manifestly seen and heard, And heaven's beloved One. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. In Thee, most perfectly expressed, The Father's glories shine, Of the full Deity possessed, Eternally divine. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. True image of the Infinite, Whose essence is concealed; Brightness of uncreated light, The heart of God revealed. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. But the high myst'ries of His name An angel's grasp transcend; The Father only, glorious claim! The Son can comprehend. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. Yet loving Thee, on whom His love Ineffable doth rest, Thy members all, in Thee, above, As one with Thee are blest. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. Throughout the universe of bliss The centre Thou, and Sun, Th' eternal theme of praise is this, To heaven's beloved One. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. 353 When we reach our peaceful dwelling
Land Ahead  
New BHB #674
William Paton Mackay Alt. Anne Ross Cundell Cousin 1878
8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7. When we reach our peaceful dwelling On the strong, eternal hills, And our praise to Him is swelling, Who the vast creation fills; When the path of prayer, and duty, And affliction, all are trod, And we wake and see the beauty Of our Saviour and our God: c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. With the light of resurrection, When our changed bodies glow, And we gain the full perfection Of the bliss begun below; When the life the flesh obscureth In each radiant form shall shine, And the joy that aye endureth Flashes forth in beams divine. c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. Shall the memory be banished Of His kindness and His care, When the wants and woes are vanished, Which He loved to soothe and share? All the way by which He led us, All the grievings which He bore, All the patient love He taught us, Shall we think of them no more? c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. We shall read the tender meaning Of the sorrows and alarms, As we trod the desert, leaning On His everlasting arms; And His rest will be the dearer When we think of weary ways, And His light will shine the clearer As we muse on cloudy days. c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. 354 What was it, O our God
St. John's  
New BHB #664
Anne Taylor Gilbert
6.6.6.6.8.8. What was it, O our God, Led Thee to give Thy Son, To yield Thy well-beloved For us by sin undone? 'Twas love unbounded led Thee thus To give Thy well-beloved for us. What led the Son of God To leave His throne on high, To shed His precious blood, To suffer and to die? 'Twas love, unbounded love for us, Led Him to die and suffer thus. What moved Thee to impart Thy Spirit from above? Therewith to fill our heart With heavenly peace and love? 'Twas love, unbounded love to us, Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus. What love to Thee we owe, Our God, for all Thy grace, Our hearts should overflow In everlasting praise: Help us, O Lord, to praise Thee thus For all Thy boundless love to us. 355 What will it be to dwell above
Stella Giessen  
New BHB #665
Joseph Swain
8.8.8.8.8.8. What will it be to dwell above, And with the Lord of glory reign? Since the blest knowledge of His love So brightens all this dreary plain; No heart can think, no tongue can tell What joy 'twill be with Christ to dwell. When sin no more obstructs the sight, And flesh and sense deceive no more, When we shall see the prince of light, And all His works of grace explore; What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine! And God has fixed the happy day When the last tear shall dim our eyes, When He will wipe these tears away And fill our hearts with glad surprise To hear His voice, and see His face, And know the fullness of His grace. 356 When this passing world is done;
Wells  
New BHB #672
Robert Murray McCheyne (1837)
7.7.7.7.7.7. When this passing world is done; When has sunk yon glaring sun; When I stand with Christ on high Looking o'er life's history: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. When I stand before the throne Dressed in beauty not my own; When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. When the praise of heaven I hear Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many water's noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. Chosen, not for good in me; Wakened up from wrath to flee; Hidden in the Saviour's side; By the Spirit sanctified: Teach me, Lord, on earth to show By my love, how much I owe. 357 God is love! His word has said it;
Woodlands  
Thomas Kelly
8.7.8.7.4. God is love! His word has said it; This is news of heavenly birth: Speed abroad and widely spread it, Make it known through all the earth That God is love. Not in yonder blessed regions, Where the Lord, with glory crowned, Reigns amid angelic legions, Will the brightest proof be found That God is love. 'Tis on earth the Lord discloses All His love, how vast it is; Earth's the favoured spot He chooses To display the truth of this, That God is love. 'Tis that Man of sorrows yonder Object of contempt beneath, But, in heaven, of highest wonder, Teaches fully by His death That God is love. His a throne, the throne of heaven, Yet He comes on earth to bleed, And for man His life is given; This is what declares indeed That God is love. Not for those who ever loved Him Did the Lord of glory die; Pity to the wretched moved Him: Who that hears it will deny That God is love? 'Tis a truth: away and spread it; Spread the tidings far and near; O may sinners give it credit, And be joyful when they hear That God is love. 358 Farewell, for the present, farewell
Farewell  
  
Charles Russell Hurditch
P.M. Farewell, for the present, farewell, At most for a few fleeting years; For soon with our God we shall dwell. And know neither sorrow nor tears. c Farewell! Farewell! The long-looked-for glory is near: Farewell! Farewell! Soon Jesus our Lord will appear. Increasing in knowledge and grace, Abounding in labours of love, May you run in the heavenly race Till we meet in the glory above. c Farewell! Farewell! The long-looked-for glory is near: Farewell! Farewell! Soon Jesus our Lord will appear. No parting shall ever be known On that happy and heavenly shore; Those seated with Christ on His throne Go out from His presence no more. c Farewell! Farewell! The long-looked-for glory is near: Farewell! Farewell! Soon Jesus our Lord will appear. Farewell, for the present, farewell, The long-looked-for glory is near; The joys of that morn, who can tell? When Jesus our Lord will appear. c Farewell! Farewell! The long-looked-for glory is near: Farewell! Farewell! Soon Jesus our Lord will appear. 359 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Old Hundredth  
Thomas (Bishop) Ken
L.M. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 360 Glory, honour, praise, and power
Ashley  
Theodulph of Orleans? or Isaac Watts?
8.8.8.8.7. Glory, honour, praise, and power, Be unto the Lamb for ever; Jesus Christ is our Redeemer, Hallelujah! hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord. 361 All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Miles Lane Diadem  
New BHB #16
Edward Perronet & John Rippon (1779)
C.M. All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem And crown Him Lord of all! Crown Him ye martyrs of your God Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod And crown Him Lord of all! Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, A remnant weak and small, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all! Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all! O that, with yonder sacred throng, We at His feet may fall; Join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all! 362 Abide in me, my Saviour
Bentley  
New BHB #13
E. Costello
7.6.7.6.D. Abide in me, my Saviour, And let me in Thee live; Into Thy holy keeping My soul, my life I give: Without Thy grace to keep me I know my steps will slide, So daily, hourly, alway, Do Thou in me abide. I long, my Lord and Master, To love and serve Thee more, To live more near to Thee, Lord. Than e'er I have before: To keep more sure and steadfast Within the narrow way, In love's obedience growing More perfect day by day. Then let my life and labours Henceforth and ever be, In fervent love abounding, Acceptable to Thee; Upon Thy strength relying In weakness and when tried, And seeking that in all things Thy name be glorified. 363 Amidst us our Beloved stands
Gloucester  
New BHB #24
Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1866)
L.M. Amidst us our Beloved stands And bids us view His pierced hands, Points to His wounded feet and side, Blest emblems of the crucified. What food luxurious loads the board When at His table sits the Lord! The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, When Jesus deigns the guests to meet. If now, with eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs, but see not Him, O may His love the scales displace And bid us see Him face to face. Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts, Thy present smile a heaven imparts; O lift the veil, if veil there be, Let every saint Thy beauties see. 364 All the way my Saviour leads me;
All the Way  
New BHB #19
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby (1875)
8.7.8.7.D. All the way my Saviour leads me; What have I to ask beside? Can I doubt His tender mercy Who through life has been my guide? Heavenly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him to dwell; For I know, whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well. All the way my Saviour leads me; Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me grace for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread: Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be, Gushing from the rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see. All the way my Saviour, leads me; O the fullness of His love! Perfect rest to me is promised In my Father's house above: When my spirit, clothed, immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song through endless ages, Jesus led me all the way. 365 And can it be that I should gain
Sagina  
New BHB #25
Charles Wesley (1738)
8.8.8.8.8.8. And can it be that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died He for me who caused His pain? For me who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 'Tis mystery all! the Immortal dies; Who can explore His strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine; 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. He left His Father's throne above, So free, so infinite His grace; Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free; For, O my God, it found out me. Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray— I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine, Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach the eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ, my own. 366 And is it so! we shall be like Thy Son
Glaston  
New BHB #27
John Nelson Darby (1872)
10.10.10.10. And is it so! we shall be like Thy Son, Is this the grace which He for us has won? Father of glory! thought beyond all thought In glory to His own blest likeness brought. O Jesus, Lord, who loved us like to Thee? Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll; Thy saints the prize and travail of Thy soul. Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest; That love that gives not as the world, but shares All it possesses with its loved co-heirs. Not we alone, Thy loved ones all, complete, In glory round Thee there with joy shall meet, All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord, Object supreme of all, by all adored. The heart is satisfied, can ask no more; All thought of self is now for ever o'er; Christ, its unmingled object, fills the heart In blest adoring love—its endless part. 367 Assembled, Lord, at Thy behest
Martyrdom  
New BHB #36
David J. Beattie
C.M. Assembled, Lord, at Thy behest, We wait Thy voice to hear; O come and bless this hallowed feast— In spirit now draw near. Draw near, yea, linger in our midst; Thy waiting saints inspire With thoughts of Thine unfailing love; Grant this our soul's desire. Such love! surpassing human thought, That Thou, blest Lamb of God, Should'st bear sin's curse, and interpose Thine own atoning blood. With hearts adoring thus we view Thy table fitly spread; Love's sweet memorial feast to Thee, Our risen, glorious Head. O help us, Lord, while gathered here, That we none else may see; Keep Thou our thoughts graced with Thy love, And wholly stayed on Thee. 368 Awake, and sing the song
Carlisle Watchman Galway  
William Hammond (1745)
S.M. Awake, and sing the song Of glory to the Lamb! Wake every heart and every tongue To praise the Saviour's name. Sing of His dying love, Sing of His rising power, Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore. Sing on your heavenly way; Ye ransomed sinners sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the eternal King. Soon shall we hear Him say, Ye blessed children, come; Soon will He call us hence away, And take us to His home. There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of glory to the Lamb. 369 Blest be the everlasting God
Bishopthorpe Abridge  
Isaac Watts & William Cameron
C.M. Blest be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be His abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. When from the dead He raised His Son, And called Him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. To an inheritance divine He taught our hearts to rise; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, Unfading in the skies. Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, But Christ shall call us home. 370 Blest morning, whose first dawning rays
Abridge  
New BHB #63
Isaac Watts 1709
C.M. Blest morning, whose first dawning rays Beheld the Son of God Arise triumphant from the grave, And leave His dark abode. Wrapt in the silence of the tomb The great Redeemer lay Till the revolving skies had brought The third, the appointed day. Hell and the grave combined their force To hold our Lord, in vain; Sudden the Conqueror arose And burst their feeble chain. To Thy great name, almighty Lord, We sacred honours pay, And loud hosannahs shall proclaim The triumphs of the day. Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad hosannas ring. 371 Break every barrier down
Moncton  
New BHB #64
Bertha Mullen
D.S.M. Break every barrier down, Thou Lamb of Calvary; Show me the awfullness of sin, The thing which grieveth Thee: Purge Thou my soul from dross, Cleanse me from every sin, Wash me in Thine atoning blood, And make me pure within. Break every barrier down Till Christ be formed in me; Till of the travail of Thy soul Thou, satisfied, shalt see: May earth's success seem nought, May self be lost to sight, Reproach for Thee be counted joy And weakness turn to might. Break every barrier down, Thou risen Son of God; Take Thou possession of my heart, I crown Thee now as Lord! O for a closer walk, A greater love for Thee, A fuller knowledge of Thyself, A life of victory. Break every barrier down And reign triumphant, Lord; May every breathing of my heart With Thine be in accord: Grant me to enter in The secret place with Thee, To walk with Thee, as Enoch walked, Into eternity. 372 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored
Memoria In Memorian  
New BHB #71
George Rawson (1857)
8.8.8.4. By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord Until He come. His body, broken in our stead, Is seen in this memorial bread, And so our feeble love is fed Until He come. The drops of His dread agony, His life-blood shed for us, we see; The wine shall tell the mystery Until He come. Until the trump of God be heard, Until the ancient graves be stirred, And with the great commanding word The Lord shall come. O blessed hope! With this elate, Let not our hearts be desolate, But, strong in faith, in patience wait Until He come. 373 Break Thou the bread of life
Lathbury Troutbeck  
New BHB #65
Mary Artemisia Lathbury & Alexander Groves (1877)
6.4.6.4.D. Break Thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me, As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea; Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord; My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word. Break Thou the bread of life, O Lord, to me, That hid within my heart Thy word may be: Mould Thou each inward thought, From self set free, And let my steps be all Controlled by Thee. Open Thy word of truth That I may see Thy message written clear And plain for me; Then, in sweet fellowship, Walking with Thee, Thine image on my life Engraved will be. Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me, to me, As Thou didst bless the bread By Galilee; Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall; And I shall find my peace, My all in all. 374 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;
Ellingham Canterbury  
New BHB #83
John Newton (1779)
7.7.7.7. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. Thou art coming to a King; Large petitions with thee bring; For His grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. Lord, I come to Thee for rest; Take possession of my breast; There Thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. As the image in the glass Answers the beholder's face, Thus unto my heart appear, Print Thine own resemblance there. While I am a pilgrim here Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my guide, my guard, my friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 375 Come, every joyful heart
Lenox Christ church St. John  
New BHB #77
Samuel Stennett
6.6.6.6.8.8. Come, every joyful heart That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate His fame; Tell all above and all below The debt of love to Him you owe. He left His heavenly crown, His glory laid aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What He endured no tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell. From the dark grave He rose— The mansion of the dead; And thence His mighty foes In glorious triumph led: Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. From thence He'll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, And bear His people home To realms of endless day: There shall we see His lovely face, And ever be in His embrace. Jesus, we ne'er can pay The debt of love we owe; Yet grant us day by day Our gratitude to show; Our life, our all, to Thee we give, To Thee, by whom alone we live. 376 Crown Him with many crowns
Diademta  
New BHB #87
Matthew Bridges & Godfrey Thring (1852)
D.S.M. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own; Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. Crown Him the Lord of love; Behold His hands and side; Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified; All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me: Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity. Crown Him the Lord of life Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife For those He came to save: His glories now we sing, Who died and rose on high, Who died eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, Enthroned in worlds above, The King of kings to whom is given The wondrous name of Love: His reign shall know no end, And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 377 Dear Lord and Father of mankind
Rest Repton  
John Greenleaf Whittier (1872)
8.6.8.8.6. Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways; Reclothe us in our rightful mind; In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word Rise up and follow Thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love. With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, As noiseless let Thy blessing fall As fell Thy manna down. Drop Thy still dews of quietness Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, O still small voice of calm! 378 Eternal Light! eternal Light!
Newcastle (Morley)  
New BHB #98
Thomas Binney (c. 1826)
8.6.8.8.6. Eternal Light! eternal Light! How pure the soul must be When, placed within Thy searching sight, It shrinks not, but with calm delight Can live, and look on Thee. The spirits that surround Thy throne May bear the burning bliss; But that is surely theirs alone, Since they have never, never known A fallen world like this. O how shall I, whose native sphere Is dark, whose mind is dim, Before the Ineffable appear, And on my naked spirit bear The uncreated beam? There is a way for man to rise To that sublime abode; An offering and a sacrifice, A Holy Spirit's energies, An Advocate with God. These, these prepare us for the sight Of holiness above; The sons of ignorance and night May dwell in the eternal Light, Through the eternal Love. 379 Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling
Far Away  
  
James McGranahan (1886)
P.M. Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling, Millions of souls for ever may be lost; Who, who will go? salvation's story telling, Looking to Jesus, counting not the cost. c All power is given unto Me; All power is given unto Me; Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel; And lo, I am with you alway. See o'er the world wide open doors inviting: Soldiers of Christ, arise and enter in; Christians, awake! your forces all uniting, Send forth the gospel, break the chains of sin. c All power is given unto Me; All power is given unto Me; Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel; And lo, I am with you alway. Why will ye die? the voice of God is calling, Why will ye die? re-echo in His name; Jesus hath died to save from death appalling; Life and salvation therefore go, proclaim. c All power is given unto Me; All power is given unto Me; Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel; And lo, I am with you alway. God speed the day when those of every nation Glory to God triumphantly shall sing; Ransomed, redeemed, rejoicing in salvation, Shout Hallelujah, for the Lord is King! c All power is given unto Me; All power is given unto Me; Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel; And lo, I am with you alway. 380 Father of peace, and God of love
Salzburg Palestrina  
Philip Doddridge & William Cameron (1751) (last verse)
C.M. Father of peace, and God of love, We own Thy power to save, That power by which our Shepherd rose Victorious o'er the grave. Him from the dead Thou brought'st again, When, by His sacred blood, Confirmed and sealed for evermore The eternal covenant stood. O may Thy Spirit fill our souls, And mould them to Thy will, That our weak hearts no more may stray, But keep Thy precepts still; That to perfection's sacred height We nearer still may rise, And all we think, and all we do, Be pleasing in Thine eyes. 381 Fight the good fight with all thy might;
Pentecost  
New BHB #108
John Samuel Bewley Monsell (1863)
L.M. Fight the good fight with all thy might; Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. Run the straight race through God's good grace, Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face; Life with its way before thee lies; Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. Cast care aside; lean on thy Guide, His boundless mercy will provide; Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove Christ is its life, and Christ its love. Faint not, nor fear; His arm is near; He changeth not, and thou art dear; Only believe, and thou shalt see That Christ is all in all to thee. 382 From Greenland's icy mountains
Missionary Greenland  
Reginald Heber (1819)
7.6.7.6.D. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high; Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 383 Gathered, Lord, around Thy table
Bullinger Hartham  
New BHB #122
Douglas Russell
8.5.8.3. Gathered, Lord, around Thy table, Now we seek Thy face; Let us know Thy presence with us, Lord of grace. Love divine first drew us to Thee In our sin and need; For our sin, in deep compassion, Thou didst bleed. Risen Lord, in glory seated, We are one with Thee; Thou hast snapt the chains that bound us: We are free. Gratefully we Thee remember As we break the bread, Symbol of Thy body broken In our stead. Drink we too the cup of blessing Which Thy love has filled; Through Thy blood we have redemption: Fears are stilled. Backward look we, drawn to Calvary, Musing while we sing; Forward haste we to Thy coming, Lord and King. 384 Gathered to Thy name, Lord Jesus
Chapel Brae  
New BHB #123
C. A. Wellesley
8.7.8.7. Gathered to Thy name, Lord Jesus, Losing sight of all but Thee, O what joy Thy presence gives us, Calling up our hearts to Thee. Loved with love which knows no measure Save the Father's love to Thee, Blessed Lord, our hearts would treasure All the Father's thoughts of Thee. All His joy, His rest, His pleasure, All His deep delight in Thee; Lord, Thy heart alone can measure What Thy Father found in Thee. How He set His love upon Thee, Called Thee His beloved Son; Yet for us He did not spare Thee, By Thy death our life was won. O the joy, the wondrous singing When we see Thee as Thou art; Thy blest name, Lord Jesus, bringing Sweetest music to God's heart. Notes of gladness songs unceasing, Hymns of everlasting praise, Psalms of glory, joy increasing Through God's endless day of days. 385 Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory
West Meletius  
New BHB #124
Centra Thompson
8.7.8.7. Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory, While our hearts in worship bow, There we read the wondrous story Of the cross, its shame and woe. Every mark of dark dishonour Heaped upon Thy thorn-crowned brow, All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow Told in answering glory now. On that cross, alone, forsaken, Where no pitying eye was found; Now to God's right hand exalted, With Thy praise the heavens resound. Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee, Hide His face from Thy deep need? In Thy face, once marred and smitten, All His glory now we read. Gazing on it we adore Thee, Blessed, precious, holy Lord; Thou, the Lamb, art ever worthy; This be earth's and heaven's accord. 386 Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High
Sandon Luz Benigna  
New BHB #130
Edward C. Quine
10.4.10.4.10.10. Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High, All praise to Thee! Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky, Who died for me; High on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus, bend As grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend. Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned— Gethsemane! Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord falling to the ground So heavily; Dark was the night, but heaven was darker still, O Christ my God!—is this the Father's will? Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree, Man's cruelty! Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me! Thou lovest me! Would that my soul could understand its length, Its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength! Thy precious blood was freely shed for me On Calvary To save me from a lost eternity; Glory to Thee! Nor death, nor hell, nor things below—above Can sever me from Thy eternal love. Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound; Thou lovest me! Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord—profound, Lord, I love Thee! And when above, my crown is at Thy feet, I'll praise Thee still for Calvary's mercy seat. 387 Go, labour on; spend, and be spent;
Hesperus St. Bartholomew  
New BHB #132
Horatius Bonar (1843)
L.M. Go, labour on; spend, and be spent; Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? Go, labour on, 'tis not for naught; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee, not; The Master praises—what are men? Go, labour on while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away, It is not thus that souls are won. Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray; Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight cry, Behold, I come! 388 Gracious God, we worship Thee
Worship  
New BHB #140
Samuel Trevor Francis
7.7.7.6. Gracious God, we worship Thee, Reverently we bow the knee; Jesus Christ our only plea; Father, we adore Thee. Vast Thy love, how deep, how wide, In the gift of Him who died; Righteous claims all satisfied; Father, we adore Thee. Low we bow before Thy face, Sons of God, O wondrous place! Great the riches of Thy grace; Father, we adore Thee. By Thy Spirit grant that we Worshippers in truth may be; Praise, as incense sweet to Thee; Father, we adore Thee. Yet again our song we raise, Note of deep adoring praise; Now, and soon through endless days; Father, we adore Thee. 389 Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Cruger  
New BHB #149
James Montgomery (1821)
7.6.7.6.D. Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free; To take away transgression And rule in equity. He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth: And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth; Before Him on the mountains Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing: For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar, O'er every foe victorious He on His throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is—Love. 390 He dies! He dies! The lowly Man of sorrows
He that Liveth  
  
New BHB #161
Charles Russell Hurditch
P.M. He dies! He dies! The lowly Man of sorrows, On whom were laid our many griefs and woes; Our sins He bore beneath God's awful billows, And He hath triumphed over all our foes. c I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore, Behold, I am alive for evermore. I am He that liveth, that liveth. And was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore. He lives! He lives! What glorious consolation! Exalted at His Father's own right hand; He pleads for us, and, by His intercession, Enables all His saints by grace to stand. c I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore, Behold, I am alive for evermore. I am He that liveth, that liveth. And was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore. He comes! He comes! O blest anticipation! In keeping with His true and faithful word; To call us to our heavenly consummation— Caught up, to be for ever with the Lord. c I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore, Behold, I am alive for evermore. I am He that liveth, that liveth. And was dead; And behold, I am alive for evermore. 391 He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater
Surrey Chapel  
New BHB #162
Annie Johnson Flint
12.11.12.11. He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labours increase, To added affliction He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When strength has declined ere the day is half-done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father's full giving is only begun. (or chorus) His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His power no boundary known unto men, For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again. 392 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Nicaea  
New BHB #180
Reginald Heber (1826)
11.12.12.10. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see; Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! 393 How I praise Thee, precious Saviour!
Channels Only  
New BHB #188
Mary E. Maxwell
8.7.8.7.D. How I praise Thee, precious Saviour! That Thy love laid hold of me; Thou hast saved and cleansed and filled me, That I might Thy channel be. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Just a channel, full of blessing, To the thirsty hearts around; To tell out Thy full salvation, All Thy loving message sound. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me, A clean vessel in Thine hand; With no power but as Thou givest Graciously with each command. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Witnessing Thy power to save me, Setting free from self and sin; Thou hast bought me to possess me, In Thy fullness, Lord, come in. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. 394 I am the Lord's! O joy beyond expression
Raynolds Within the Veil  
New BHB #193
Lucy Ann Bennett
11.10.11.10. I am the Lord's! O joy beyond expression, O sweet response to voice of love divine; Faith's joyous Yes to the assuring Whisper, Fear not, I have redeemed thee, thou art Mine. I am the Lord's! it hushes every murmur, It soothes the fevered spirit to its rest; I am the Lord's! it is the child's rejoinder, Who knows and feels the Father's will is best. I am the Lord's! O eagerly and gladly, Triumphantly and gratefully we sing; I am the Lord's it is the rock unfailing To which our storm-tossed souls in danger cling. I am the Lord's! yet teach me all it meaneth, All it involves of love and loyalty, Of holy service, full and glad surrender, And unreserved obedience unto Thee. I am the Lord's! yes; body, soul and spirit; They're sealed, and irrecoverably Thine; As Thou, Beloved, in Thy grace and fullness For ever and for evermore art mine. 395 In heavenly love abiding
Penlan  
New BHB #237
Anna Laetitia Waring & E. Cronin(?) (1850)
7.6.7.6.D. In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear; And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here: The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack: His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim; He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. Green pastures are before me Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me Where dark the clouds have been: My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free; My Saviour has my treasure, And He will walk with me. 396 Immortal, invisible, God only wise
St. Denio St. Luke  
New BHB #235
Walter Chalmers Smith (1876)
11.11.11.11. Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might; Thy justice like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love. To all, life Thou givest—to both great and small; In all life Thou livest, the true life of all; We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree, And wither and perish—but nought changeth Thee. Great Father of glory, pure Father of light, Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight; All laud we would render: O help us to see 'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee. 397 In the name of Jesus every knee shall bow
Evelyns Zundel  
New BHB #38
Caroline Maria Noel (1870)
11.11.11.11. In the name of Jesus every knee shall bow Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; 'Tis the Father's pleasure we should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning was the mighty Word. Humbled for a season to receive a name From the lips of sinners unto whom He came; Faithfully He bore it spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious when from death He passed: Bore it up triumphant with its human light, Through all ranks of creatures to the central height; To the throne of Godhead, to the Father's breast, Filled it with the glory of that perfect rest. In your hearts enthrone Him; there let Him subdue All that is not holy, all that is not true; Crown Him as your Captain in temptation's hour; Let His will enfold you in its light and power. Brethren, this Lord Jesus shall return again, With His Father's glory, with His angel train; For all wreaths of empire meet upon His brow, And our hearts confess Him King of glory now. 398 Jesus calls us! o'er the tumult
St. Andrew Mahon St. Catherine  
New BHB #250
Cecil Frances (Humphreys) Alexander (1852)
8.7.8.7. Jesus calls us! o'er the tumult Of our life's wild restless sea Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, Christian, follow Me. As, of old, apostles heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for His dear sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us; Saying, Christian, love Me more. In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, Christian, love Me more than these. Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies, Saviour, may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thy obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. 399 Jesus, Lord, I need Thy presence
Ottawa  
New BHB #259
George Goodman
8.7.8.7.7.7. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy presence As I journey on my way, For without Thee I am lonely, And my feet are apt to stray; But if Thou wilt walk with me Life will calm and holy be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy wisdom, For perplexing problems press, And without Thee I am foolish, Nor can bear the strain and stress; But if Thou wilt counsel me I shall true and upright be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy power, For temptations come and go, And without Thee I am helpless, With no strength to meet the foe; But if Thou wilt strengthen me Life will all-triumphant be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy guidance, Fire by night, and cloud by day, For without Them I am sightless, Groping for the proper way; But if Thou dost lead me on I will follow Thee alone. Jesus, Lord, Thy love so tender Is my greatest need of all, For without Thee pride and anger From unguarded lips will fall; But if Thou Thy love impart I shall have a gracious heart. 400 Jesus, I am resting, resting
Tranquillity  
New BHB #252
Jean Sophia Pigott (1876)
8.7.8.5.D. Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart: Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, And Thy beauty fills my soul, For, by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole. c Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. O how great Thy loving-kindness! Vaster, broader than the sea: O how marvellous Thy goodness Lavished all on me! Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved, Know what wealth of grace is Thine, Know Thy certainty of promise, And have made it mine. c Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art, And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, Satisfies my heart; Satisfies its deepest longings, Meets, supplies its every need, Compasseth me round with blessings; Thine is love indeed. c Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. Ever lift Thy face upon me As I work and wait for Thee, Resting 'neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth's dark shadows flee; Brightness of my Father's glory, Sunshine of my Father's face, Keep me ever trusting, resting; Fill me with Thy grace. c Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart. 401 Jesus, Lord, we come together
Melbourne Hall Firenze  
New BHB #262
Thomas Henry Reynolds
8.7.8.7. Jesus, Lord, we come together In the bonds of Thine own love; Thou hast drawn our footsteps hither Its deep meaning now to prove. Here together we recall Thee, In Thy presence break the bread; Never more can grief befall Thee, Thou art risen from the dead. But Thy love remains, that entered Into death to make us Thine; In that death all love was centred; Thankful now we drink the wine. Here by grace we taste the blessing, Soon to fill a world of bliss; And we bless Thy name confessing Thine own love our portion is. Sweet it is to sit before Thee, Sweet to hear Thy blessed voice, Sweet to worship and adore Thee, For our hearts in Thee rejoice. 402 Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore Thee
Springfield Epiphany Hymn Tavy Cleave
New BHB #267
Henry d'Arcy Champney
11.10.11.10. Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore Thee, Chanting our praise to Thyself on the throne, Blest in Thy presence, we worship before Thee, Own Thou art worthy, and worthy alone. Verily God, yet become truly human— Lower than angels—to die in our stead; How hast Thou, long promised Seed of the woman, Trod on the serpent and bruised his head! How didst Thou humble Thyself to be taken, Led by Thy creatures, and nailed to the cross? Hated of men, and of God, too, forsaken, Shunning not darkness, the curse, and the loss. How hast Thou triumphed, and triumphed with glory, Battled death's forces, rolled back every wave! Can we refrain, then, from telling the story, How Thou art victor o'er death and the grave? c    (Optional chorus for tune “Remembered”) Lord, Thou art worthy; Lord, Thou art worthy; Lord, Thou art worthy, and worthy alone! Blest in Thy presence, we worship before Thee, Own Thou art worthy, and worthy alone! 403 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Duke Street Rimington Truro  
New BHB #269
Isaac Watts (1719)
L.M. Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name. Blessings abound where'er He reigns, The prisoner leaps to loose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honours to our King, Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. 404 Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts
Maryton Hereford  
New BHB #274
Bernard of Clairvaux tr/ad by Ray Palmer (12 c)
L.M. Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts, Thou fount of life, Thou light of men, From the best bliss that earth imparts We turn unfilled to Thee again. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good; To them that find Thee, all in all. We taste Thee, O Thou living bread! And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the fountain-head, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast: Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see; Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesus ever with us stay, Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. 405 Just as I am, Thine own to be
Cambridge Howcroft  
New BHB #279
Marianne "Farningham" Hearn (1887)
8.8.8.6. Just as I am, Thine own to be, Friend of the young, who lovest me, To consecrate myself to Thee, O Jesus Christ, I come. In the glad morning of my day, My life to give, my vows to pay, With no reserve and no delay, With all my heart, I come. Just as I am, young, strong and free, To be the best that I can be For truth, and righteousness, and Thee, Lord of my life, I come. And for Thy sake to win renown, And then to take the victor's crown And at Thy feet to lay it down, O Master, Lord, I come. 406 Let the song go round the earth
Moel Llys  
Sarah Geraldina Stock (1898)
7.5.7.5.7.7. Let the song go round the earth, Jesus Christ is Lord! Sound His praises, tell His worth, Be His name adored; Every clime and every tongue Join the grand, the glorious song. Let the song go round the earth From the eastern sea, Where the daylight has its birth, Glad, and bright, and free; China's millions join the strains, Waft them on to India's plains. Let the song go round the earth; Lands, where Islam's sway Darkly broods o'er home and hearth, Cast their bonds away: Let His praise from Afric's shore Rise and swell her wide lands o'er. Let the song go round the earth Where the summer smiles; Let the notes of holy mirth Break from distant isles; Inland forests dark and dim, Snowbound coasts give back the hymn. Let the song go round the earth, Jesus Christ is King! With the story of His worth Let the whole world ring; Him creation all adore Evermore and evermore. 407 Like a river, glorious
Wye Valley  
New BHB #286
Frances Ridley Havergal (©1876)
6.5.6.5.D. with Chorus Like a river, glorious Is God's perfect peace, Over all victorious In its bright increase, Perfect, yet it floweth Fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth Deeper all the way. c Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest; Finding, as He promised, Perfect peace and rest. Hidden in the hollow Of His blessed hand, Never foe can follow, Never traitor stand; Not a surge of worry, Not a shade of care, Not a blast of hurry Touch the spirit there. c Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest; Finding, as He promised, Perfect peace and rest. Every joy or trial Falleth from above, Traced upon life's dial By the Sun of love: We may trust Him fully All for us to do; They who trust Him wholly Find Him wholly true. c Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest; Finding, as He promised, Perfect peace and rest. 408 Lo, He comes! With clouds descending
Helmsley  
New BHB #287
John Cennick tr/ad by Charles Wesley & Martin Madan (1752)
8.7.8.7.4.7. Lo, He comes! With clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train; Hallelujah! (3x Helmsley) Jesus comes, and comes to reign! Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in brightest majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, (3x Helmsley) Shall the true Messiah see. Lo, the tokens of His passion Still His glorious body bears; Cause of endless exultation To His ransomed worshippers; Hallelujah! (3x Helmsley) Now the day of Christ appears. Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Saviour, take the power and glory, Share the kingdom with Thine own; O come quickly! (3x Helmsley) Hallelujah! Come Lord, come! 409 Lord, e'en to death Thy love could go
Lynnwood Dublin  
New BHB #291
H. L. Rossier tr/ad by C. A. Wellesley
C.M. Lord, e'en to death Thy love could go, A death of shame and loss, To vanquish for us every foe, And break the strong man's force. O what a load was Thine to bear, Alone in that dark hour, Our sins in all their terror there, God's wrath and Satan's power. The storm that bowed Thy blessed head Is hushed for ever now, And rest divine is ours instead, Whilst glory crowns Thy brow. Within the Father's house on high We soon shall sing Thy praise; But here, where Thou didst bleed and die, We learn that song to raise. 410 Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
Winscott Barnet Ne Derelinquas Me  
New BHB #306
Frances Ridley Havergal (1872)
L.M. Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wand'ring and the wav'ring feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hung'ring ones with manna sweet. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where, Until Thy blessed face I see; Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. 411 Look upon us, blessed Lord
Liebster Jesu  
>Tobias Clausnitzer tr/ad by Robert Alexander Stewart MacAlister (1663)
7.8.7.8.8.8. Look upon us, blessed Lord, Take our wandering thoughts and guide us; We have come to hear Thy word, With Thy teaching now provide us, That, from earth's distractions turning, We Thy message may be learning. For Thy Spirit's radiance bright We, assembled here, are hoping; If Thou shouldst withhold the light, In the dark our souls were groping; In word, deed, and thought direct us; Thou, none other, canst correct us. Brightness of the Father's face, Light of light, from God proceeding, Make us ready in this place; Ear and heart await Thy leading: In our study, prayers and praising, May our souls find their upraising. 412 Lord, Thy word abideth
Ravenshaw  
New BHB #308
Henry Williams Baker (1861)
6.6.6.6. Lord, Thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth; Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. When our foes are near us, Then Thy word doth cheer us, Word of consolation, Message of salvation. When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, Then its light directeth, And our way protecteth. Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure, By Thy word imparted To the simple-hearted? Word of mercy, giving Succour to the living; Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying. O that we, discerning Its most holy learning, Lord, may love and fear Thee, Evermore be near Thee. 413 Love divine, all loves excelling
Beecher Hyfrydol Blaenwern  
New BHB #316
Charles Wesley (1747)
8.7.8.7.D. Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Making us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown: Jesus, Thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love Thou art, Visit us with Thine affection, Enter every longing heart. Come, Almighty, to deliver! Let us all Thy grace receive, Follow in Thy steps, and never, Nevermore the pathway leave: Then our hearts will yield their blessing, Sweet incense to God above, Offer praises without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Firstfruits of Thy new creation, Faithful, holy, may we be, Joyful in Thy great salvation, Daily more conformed to Thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Then to worship and adore Thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise. 414 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned.
Mirfield  
New BHB #322
Samuel Stennett (1787)
C.M. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned. Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He came to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine! 415 Master, speak! Thy servant heareth
Ottawa  
New BHB #325
Frances Ridley Havergal (1869)
8.7.8.7.7.7. Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth, Master, let it now be heard: I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Master, speak! though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! for O Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart: Knowest all its truest need; Speak! And make me blest indeed. Master, speak! and make me ready When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady Still to follow every word: I am listening, Lord, for Thee: Master, speak, O speak to me! Speak to me by name, O Master! Let me know it is to me; Speak! That I may follow faster With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock In the shadow of the rock. 416 May the mind of Christ my Saviour
St. Leonards Grenofen Kingston  
New BHB #326
Kate Barclay Wilkinson
8.7.8.5. May the mind of Christ my Saviour Live in me from day to day, By His love and power controlling All I do and say. May the word of God dwell richly In my heart from hour to hour So that all may see I triumph Only through His power. May the peace of God my Father Rule my life in everything, That I may be calm to comfort Sick and sorrowing. May the love of Jesus fill me As the waters fill the sea; Him exalting, self abasing, This is victory. May I run the race before me, Strong and brave to face the foe, Looking only unto Jesus As I onward go. 417 Mine eyes are unto Thee, my God
Tottenham Arden  
New BHB #332
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby
C.M. Mine eyes are unto Thee, my God My soul on Thee doth wait, My hope is in Thy faithful word, And in Thy love so great. Thy promise true my faith receives And claims it for its own; My trusting heart with joy believes The covenant-keeping One. What if Thy love impose a task Too hard for me to scan? I will not question it, nor ask The meaning of Thy plan. O Lord, I only ask for grace To work it out with Thee; And as in faith each step I take I'll more its beauty see. Its rich unfoldings on my soul Each day shall burst anew, Till glory, bright and endless, dawns Upon my ransomed view. Till then. O keep me safely, Lord, Full trusting only Thee, Till that blest, happy moment come, When, Lord, Thy face I'll see. 418 More about Jesus would I know
More about Jesus  
  
New BHB #333
Eliza Edmunds Hewitt (1887)
P.M. More about Jesus would I know, More of His grace to others show; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. c More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. More about Jesus let me learn, More of His holy will discern: Spirit of God, my teacher be, Showing the things of Christ to me. c More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. More about Jesus; in His word Holding communion with my Lord; Hearing His voice in every line, Making each faithful saying mine. c More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. More about Jesus; on His throne, Riches in glory all His own; More of His kingdom's sure increase; More of His coming—Prince of Peace. c More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fullness see, More of His love who died for me. 419 My glorious Victor, Prince divine
Staincliffe Bodmin  
New BHB #338
Handley Carr Glyn Moule
L.M. My glorious Victor, Prince divine, Clasp these surrendered hands in Thine; At length my will is all Thine own, Glad vassal of a Saviour's throne. My Master, lead me to Thy door; Pierce this now willing ear once more: Thy bonds are freedom; let me stay With Thee to toil, endure, obey. Yes, ear and hand, and thought and will, Use all in Thy dear slavery still; Self's weary liberties I cast Beneath Thy feet; there keep them fast. Tread them still down; and then I know These hands shall with Thy gifts o'erflow; And pierced ears shall hear the tone Which tells me Thou and I are one. 420 My heart is full of Christ, and longs
Worsley Dura  
New BHB #345
Charles Wesley (1743)
8.8.8.8.8.8. My heart is full of Christ, and longs Its glorious matter to declare, Of Him I make my loftier songs, And cannot from His praise forbear; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The glories of my heavenly King. Fairer than all the earth-born race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart; God ever blest! We bow the knee, And own all fullness dwells in Thee. Gird on Thy thigh the Spirit's sword, And take to Thee Thy power divine; Stir up Thy strength, almighty Lord, All power and majesty are Thine: Assert Thy worship and renown; O all-redeeming God, come down! Come, and maintain Thy righteous cause And let Thy glorious toil succeed; Extend the victory of Thy cross, Ride on, and prosper in Thy deed; Through earth triumphantly ride on, And reign in every heart alone. 421 No gospel like this feast
Sandys Fareham  
New BHB #361
Elizabeth Rundle Charles or John Charles Ryle
S.M. No gospel like this feast Spread for us, Lord, by Thee; No prophets or evangelists Preach the glad news more free. All our redemption cost, All our redemption won; All it has won for us, the lost, All it cost Thee, the Son. Thine was the bitter price, Ours is the free gift given; Thine was the blood of sacrifice, Ours is the wine of heaven. Here we would rest midway As on a sacred height; That darkest and that brightest day Meeting before our sight. From that dark depth of woes Thy love for us has trod, We soar to heights of blest repose Thy love prepares with God. Thus, from self's chains released, One sight alone we see, Still at the cross, while at this feast, We see Thee, only Thee! 422 O God of Bethel! By whose hand
Salzburg Stracathro  
New BHB #395
Philip Doddridge & John Logan & others (1737)
C.M. O God of Bethel! By whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace: God of our fathers! Be the God Of their succeeding race. Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread. And raiment fit provide. O spread Thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. Such blessings from Thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore; And Thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore. 423 O Christ, Thou Son of God!
Leominster  
New BHB #382
William Bennett
D.S.M. O Christ, Thou Son of God! Thou glorious Lord of all, Thou living One who once wast slain Before Thy face we fall: To Thee, O Lord, we look, To Thee ourselves we yield; Be Thou throughout our earthly course Our refuge and our shield. Though all around may change No change Thou e'er shalt know; The same art Thou upon the throne As Thou wast here below; The same to-day Thou art As yesterday Thou wast, The same e'en to eternal days As in the wondrous past. Lord Jesus, Take our hearts, From self-love set them free; Help us, however dark our path, To stay our souls on Thee: Though evil waxes worse, And many hearts grow cold, Help us to cleave unto Thy name, Thy faithful word to hold. Help us to look beyond The dark and gloomy night, To wait for that blest hour when Thou Wilt come in glory bright: When we Thy voice shall hear, Thy glorious face shall see, And, like Thee, in Thy presence stand, And ever worship Thee. 424 O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me
Beatitudo Caithness Stracathro  
New BHB #408
Johann Caspar Lavater tr/ad by Elizabeth Lee Allen Smith (1780)
C.M. O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me, And all things else recede; My heart be daily nearer Thee, From sin be daily freed. Each day let Thy supporting might My weakness still embrace; My darkness vanish in Thy light, Thy life my death efface. In Thy bright beams which on me fall, Fade every evil thought; That I am nothing, Thou art all, I would be daily taught. More of Thy glory let me see, Thou holy, wise and true; I would Thy living image be, In joy and sorrow too. Fill me with gladness from above, Hold me by strength divine; Lord, let the glow of Thy great love Through my whole being shine. Make this poor self grow less and less, Be Thou my life and aim; O make me daily, through Thy grace, More meet to bear Thy name. 425 O Jesus, I have promised
Day of Rest  
New BHB #409
John Ernest Bode (1868)
7.6.7.6.D. O Jesus, I have promised To serve Thee to the end, Be Thou forever near me, My Master and my Friend; I shall not fear the battle If Thou art by my side, Nor wander from the pathway If Thou wilt be my guide. O let me feel Thee near me; The world is ever near; I see the sights that dazzle, The tempting sounds I hear; My foes are ever near me, Around me and within; But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer, And shield my soul from sin O let me hear Thee speaking, In accents clear and still, Above the storms of passion, The murmurs of self-will: O speak to re-assure me, To hasten or control; O speak, and make me listen, Thou guardian of my soul. O let me see Thy footmarks, And in them plant mine own; My hope to follow duly Is in Thy strength alone; O guide me, call me, draw me, Uphold me to the end; And then in heaven receive me, My Saviour and my friend. 426 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea
Almsgiving Portland  
New BHB #421
Christopher Wordsworth (1863)
8.8.8.4. O Lord of heaven and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be: How shall we show our love to Thee Who givest all? For health and home and lengthened days, For all the blessings earth displays, Our God, we owe Thee thanks and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav'st Him for a world undone, And freely with that blessed One Thou givest all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For present grace and hopes of heaven, Father, what can to Thee be given, Who givest all? We lose what on ourselves we spend; We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. 427 O Lord, it is Thyself to meet
St. Ursula Land of Rest  
New BHB #419
Boethia Thompson
D.C.M. O Lord, it is Thyself to meet To this sweet feast we come; Like Mary, resting at Thy feet We learn of Thee alone: We well remember Thou hast said, This do, remembering Me; So thus we take the wine, the bread, In memory of Thee. O Lord, we come, not for our need, Nor with our grief to Thee; But on the bread and wine to feed, And to remember Thee: Yes, to remember all Thy love, Remember all Thy woe, Remember Thou art now above, Yet in our midst below. O Lord, from Thee the bread we take, From Thy pierced hand the wine; In rest—accepted for Thy sake— Our meetness, Lord, is Thine: We praise Thee for this quiet hour Spent with Thyself alone, In which we feel the Spirit's power, And all His teachings own. O Lord, we come, for Thou art here; Enrich each memory; Thy faithful promise brings Thee near And gathers us to Thee: O body broken! poured out blood! Blest memories ever dear; Thou Son of man! Thou Lamb of God! How good to meet Thee here! 428 O love that wilt not let me go
St. Margaret  
New BHB #429
George Matheson (1882)
8.8.8.8.6. O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day May brighter, fairer be. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. O cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee, I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. 429 O Master! when Thou callest
Lancashire  
New BHB #430
Sarah Geraldina Stock (1888)
7.6.7.6.D. O Master! when Thou callest No voice may say Thee nay, For blest are they that follow Where Thou dost lead the way: In freshest prime of morning, Or fullest glow of noon, The note of heavenly warning Can never come too soon. O Master! where Thou callest No foot may shrink in fear, For they who trust Thee wholly Shall find Thee ever near; And quiet room and lonely, Or busy harvest field, Where Thou, Lord, rulest only, Shall precious produce yield. O Master! whom Thou callest No heart may dare refuse; 'Tis honour, highest honour, When Thou dost deign to use Our brightest and our fairest, Our dearest—all are Thine; Thou who for each one carest, We hail Thy love's design. They who go forth to serve Thee, We, too, who serve at home, May watch and pray together Until Thou, Lord, shalt come; In Thee for aye united Our song of hope we raise, Till that blest shore is sighted Where all shall turn to praise. 430 O the bitter shame and sorrow!
St. Jude All of Thee  
New BHB #443
Theodore Monod (1874)
8.7.8.8.7. O the bitter shame and sorrow! That a time could ever be When I let the Saviour's pity Plead in vain; and proudly answered, All of self, and none of Thee! Yet He found me: I beheld Him Bleeding on the accursed tree: Heard Him pray: Forgive them, Father! And my wistful heart said faintly, Some of self, and some of Thee! Day by day His tender mercy, Healing, helping, full and free: Sweet and strong, and ah! So patient, Brought me lower, while I whispered, Less of self, and more of Thee! Higher than the highest heaven, Deeper than the deepest sea, Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered; Grant me now my supplication— None of self, and all of Thee! 431 O The deep, deep love of Jesus!
Ebenezer  
New BHB #445
Samuel Trevor Francis (1875)
8.7.8.7.D. O The deep, deep love of Jesus! Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free; Rolling as a mighty ocean In its fullness over me: Underneath me, all around me, Is the current of Thy love, Leading onward, leading homeward, To my glorious rest above. O the deep, deep love of Jesus! Spread His praise from shore to shore; How He loveth, ever loveth, Changeth never, nevermore: How He watches o'er His loved ones, Died to call them all His own; How for them He intercedeth, Watcheth o'er them from the throne. O the deep, deep love of Jesus! Love of every love the best: 'Tis an ocean vast of blessing, 'Tis a haven sweet of rest: O such love! the love of Jesus; 'Tis a heaven of heavens to me; And it lifts me up to glory, For it lifts me up to Thee. O the deep, deep love of Jesus! 'Twould take ages to explore But a drop of all this ocean Or a grain from off its shore: Yet our hearts are beating highly, If our faith is sometimes dim, For the glory and the rapture We shall have when we have Him. 432 O Thou, my soul, bless God the Lord;
Coleshill Stracathro  
New BHB #446
Author Uncertain: Thomas Sternhold or
Francis Rous (Rowe) & William Barton (1650)
C.M. O Thou, my soul, bless God the Lord; And all that in me is Be stirrèd up His holy name To magnify and bless. Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God, And not forgetful be Of all His gracious benefits He hath bestowed on thee: All thine iniquities who doth Most graciously forgive; Who thy diseases all and pains Doth heal, and thee relieve; Who doth redeem thy life, that thou To death may'st not go down; Who thee with loving kindness doth And tender mercies crown. O bless the Lord, all ye His works, Wherewith the world is stored In His dominions everywhere: My soul, bless thou the Lord! 433 O wondrous hour, when Jesus, Thou
Atonement Henman  
New BHB #452
Edward Denny (1839)
L.M. O wondrous hour, when Jesus, Thou, Co-equal with the eternal God, Beneath our sin didst deign to bow, And in our stead didst bear the rod. When most in Satan's awful power, O Lord, Thy suffering spirit seemed, Then, in that dark and fearful hour, Our souls were by Thy blood redeemed. 'Tis in Thy cross, Lord, that we learn What Thou in all Thy fullness art; There, through the darkening cloud, discern The love of Thy devoted heart. 'Twas mighty love's constraining power That made Thee, blessed Saviour, die; 'Twas love, in that tremendous hour, That triumphed in Thy mighty cry. 'Twas all for us—our life we owe, Our hope, our crown of joy, to Thee; Thy sufferings in that hour of woe, Thy victory, Lord, have made us free. 434 O worship the King all-glorious above
Hanover Houghton  
New BHB #454
William Kethe & Robert Grant (1561)
10.10.11.11. O worship the King all-glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old; Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our maker, defender, redeemer, and friend. 435 On that same night, Lord Jesus
Chenies Eden Grove  
New BHB #463
George West Frazer
7.6.7.6.D. On that same night, Lord Jesus, In which Thou wast betrayed, When without cause man's hatred Against Thee was displayed, We hear Thy gracious accents— This do; remember Me; With joyful hearts responding We would remember Thee. We think of all the darkness Which round Thy spirit pressed, Of all those waves and billows Which rolled across Thy breast; 'Tis there Thy grace unbounded And perfect love we see; With joy and yet with sorrow We do remember Thee. We know Thee now as risen, The First-born from the dead; We see Thee now ascended, The Church's glorious Head: In Thee by grace accepted, With heart and mind set free, We think of all Thy sorrow, And thus remember Thee. Till Thou shalt come in glory And call us hence away, To share with Thee the brightness Of that unclouded day, We show Thy death, Lord Jesus, And here would seek to be More to that death conformed Whilst we remember Thee. 436 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
St. Cuthbert Wreford  
Harriet Auber (1829)
8.6.8.4. Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed With us to dwell. He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness Are His alone. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying see; O make our hearts, Thy dwelling-place, Worthy of Thee. 437 Our great Redeemer liveth! This assurance
Raynolds Strength and Stay  
New BHB #472
Frances (Fanny) Jane Crosby
11.10.11.10. Our great Redeemer liveth! This assurance Calms anxious fears and satisfies the heart; Yes, Jesus lives! at God's right hand He reigneth, And in His great salvation we have part. A living Christ, so strong, so pure, so tender, Bears every ransomed soul before the throne; Complete in Him we stand, saved by His merit— It was His blood which did for sin atone. And now we live in Him, our great Redeemer, Who, living, intercedes for us above, Yet by His Spirit dwells with us, and keeps us Enfolded in His mighty arms of love. Redeemer, Lord! with gratitude unfeigned, We bless Thy holy name that Thou has taught Our hearts to know Thee, loving, caring, pleading: Now grant us grace to love Thee as we ought. 438 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
Praise My Soul Triumph  
New BHB #483
Henry Francis Lyte (1834)
8.7.8.7.8.7. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like thee His praise shall sing? Praise Him! praise Him! Praise the everlasting King. Praise Him for His grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Praise Him, still the same as ever, Slow to chide and swift to bless: Praise Him! praise Him! Glorious in His faithfullness. Father-like He tends and spares us, Well our feeble frame He knows; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes: Praise Him! praise Him! Widely as His mercy flows. Frail as summer flower we flourish; Blows the wind and it is gone; But, while mortals rise and perish, God endures unchanging on: Praise Him! praise Him! Praise the high eternal One. Angels, help us to adore Him, Ye behold Him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before Him, Dwellers all in time and space: Praise Him! praise Him! Praise with us the God of grace. 439 Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation;
Lobe den Herren  
New BHB #490
Joachim Neander & Rupert E. Davies tr/ad by Katherine Winkworth & others (1679)
14.14.4.7.8. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation; O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation; All ye who hear, Brethren and sisters draw near, Praise Him in glad adoration. Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee; Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee; Ponder anew What the Almighty can do If with His love He befriend thee. Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness and sin is abounding, Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding, Sheddeth His light, Chaseth the horrors of night, Saints with His mercy surrounding. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him; All that hath life and breath come now with praises before Him; Let the Amen Sound from His people again: Gladly for aye we adore Him. 440 Put thou thy trust in God
Shere Rhodes Clifton  
New BHB #497
Paul Gerhardt tr/ad by John Wesley [Paisley: Charles Wesley] (1656)
S.M. Put thou thy trust in God, In duty's path go on; Walk in His strength with faith and hope, So shall thy work be done. Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care Who earth and heaven commands. Though years on years roll on, His covenant shall endure; Though clouds and darkness hide His path, The promised grace is sure. Through waves, and clouds, and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou, wondering, own His way How wise, how strong His hand. 441 Rejoice! The Lord is King;
Gopsal Ramoth  
New BHB #500
Charles Wesley (1744)
6.6.6.6.8.8. Rejoice! The Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love; When He had purged our stains He took His seat above: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. His kingdom cannot fail; He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. He sits at God's right hand Till all His foes submit, And bow to His command, And fall beneath His feet: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus, our Lord, shall come And take His servants up To their eternal home; We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound, rejoice! 442 Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise
Ellers Autumn  
John Ellerton (1866)
10.10.10.10. Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise: We rise to bless Thee ere our worship cease; Then, quietly waiting, hear Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this place have called upon Thy name. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; Turn Thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep Thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sorrow and our stay in strife; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. 443 Saviour, Thy dying love
Fenwick Offering  
New BHB #517
Sylvanus Dryden Phelps (1862)
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Saviour, Thy dying love Thou gavest me, Nor should I aught withhold, My Lord, from Thee; In love my soul would bow, My heart fulfil its vow, Some offering bring Thee now, Something for Thee. At the blest mercy-seat Pleading for me, My feeble faith looks up, Jesus, to Thee; Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare, Some song to raise, or prayer, Something for Thee. Give me a faithful heart, Likeness to Thee; That each departing day Henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done, Some wanderer sought and won, Something for Thee. All that I am and have, Thy gifts so free; In joy, in grief, through life, O Lord, for Thee! And when Thy face I see My ransomed soul shall be, Through all eternity, Something for Thee. 444 Saviour, lead us by Thy power
Everton Rex Gloria Faber  
New BHB #512
William Williams of Pantycelyn
8.7.8.7.D. Saviour, lead us by Thy power Safe into the promised rest; Choose the path, the way whatever Seems to Thee, O Lord, the best: Be our guide in every peril, Watch and keep us night and day, Else our foolish hearts will wander From the straight and narrow way. Since in Thee is our redemption, And salvation full and free, Nothing need our souls dishearten But forgetfullness of Thee: Naught can stay our steady progress, More than conquerors are we, If our eyes, whate'er the danger, Look to Thee, and none but Thee. In Thy presence we are happy; In Thy presence we're secure; In Thy presence all afflictions We can steadfastly endure; In Thy presence we can conquer, We can suffer, we can die; Wandering from Thee we are feeble; Let Thy love then keep us nigh. 445 Speak, Lord, in the stillness
Quietude St. Wystan  
New BHB #536
Emily May Grimes Crawford (1920)
6.5.6.5. Speak, Lord, in the stillness, While I wait on Thee; Hush my heart to listen In expectancy. Speak, O blessed Master, In this quiet hour; Let me see Thy face, Lord, Feel Thy touch of power. For the words Thou speakest, They are life indeed; Living Bread from heaven Now my spirit feed. Speak, Thy servant heareth, Be not silent, Lord; Waits my soul upon Thee For the quickening word. Fill me with the knowledge Of Thy glorious will; All Thine own good pleasure In Thy child fulfil. Like a watered garden, Full of fragrance rare, Lingering in Thy presence Let my life appear. 446 Take my life, and let it be
Nottinghan Lubeck  
New BHB #545
Frances Ridley Havergal (1874)
7.7.7.7. Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love; Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Always only, for my King; Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver and my gold, Not a mite would I withhold; Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart—it is Thine own, It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store: Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee. 447 Teach me Thy way, O Lord
Camacha  
New BHB #549
Benjamin Mansell Ramsey (1919)
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Teach me Thy way, O Lord, Teach me Thy way; Thy gracious aid afford, Teach me Thy way: Help me to walk aright, More by faith, less by sight; Lead me with heavenly light, Teach me Thy way: When doubts and fears arise, Teach me Thy way; When storms o'erspread the skies Teach me Thy way: Shine through the cloud and rain, Through sorrow, toil and pain; Make Thou my pathway plain, Teach me Thy way. Long as my life shall last, Teach me Thy way; Where'er my lot is cast, Teach me Thy way: Until the race is run, Until the journey's done, Until the crown is won, Teach me Thy way. 448 The bread and wine are spread upon the board
Morecambe Dalkeith Parting  
New BHB #553
George Goodman
10.10.10.10. The bread and wine are spread upon the board, The guests are here, invited by the Lord; Why come they thus, why tarry for a space? But for Thy presence, O Thou King of grace Hush, O our hearts, as in the sacred name We bow in worship and the promise claim— Where two or three are gathered there am I, Unseen, yet present to faith's opened eye. Here in our midst art Thou, O risen Lord; Worthy, O Lamb once slain, to be adored; Here in our midst to lead Thy people's praise, And incense sweet unto the Father raise. We do remember Thee, as Thou hast said, And think upon Thee as we break the bread, Recall Thy dying love, Thy cross and shame, Drinking the cup of blessing in Thy name. Thus do we show the death of our dear Lord, While in our hearts His love is shed abroad; So is faith quickened for the conflict here, Till in a little while He shall appear. Only a little while we pilgrims stay To spread the table on our desert way; Soon will He come, and coming take us home, Amen, e'en so, Lord Jesus quickly come! 449 The Church's one foundation
Aurelia  
New BHB #554
Samuel John Stone (1866)
7.6.7.6.D. The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord: She is His new creation By water and the word; From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. Elect from every nation, Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation One Lord, one faith, one birth: One holy name she blesses, Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued. Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore oppressed, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distressed, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, How long? And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. 'Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore, Till, with the vision glorious, Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. 450 The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
St. Clement Radford  
New BHB #560
John Ellerton (1870)
9.8.9.8. The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the stain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky; And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord! Thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away; Thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway. 451 The King of love my Shepherd is
Dominus Regit Me St. Columba  
New BHB #567
Henry Williams Baker (1868)
8.7.8.7. The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine for ever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home rejoicing brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From Thy pure chalice floweth. And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never; Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house for ever. 452 The gloomy night will soon be past
Irish Palestine  
Samuel Prideaux Tregelles (1855)
C.M. The gloomy night will soon be past, The morning will appear; The day of glorious light at last Each waiting one will cheer. Ah, yes, Lord Jesus, Thou whose heart Still for Thy saints doth care, We shall behold Thee as Thou art, And Thy full image bear. Thy love sustains us on our way While pilgrims here below; Thou dost, O Saviour, day by day Thy suited grace bestow. But, oh, the more we learn of Thee, And Thy rich mercy prove, The more we long Thy face to see, And fully know Thy love. Then Shine, Thou bright and morning star, Dispel the dreary gloom; O take from sin and grief afar Thy blood-bought people home. 453 The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me
Hold Thou My Hand  
New BHB #573
Winifred A. Iverson
11.10.11.10. The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me, His way is perfect, so His goal must be; All life's events in harmony are working For those clear issues which I yet shall see. The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me, And will complete each half-formed thing He sends: His rich designs most carefully are woven, There are with Him no loose or broken ends. The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me, And finish what His grace has here begun; He gathers up life's fragments, losing nothing, And turns to good account each single one. The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me, Will do it in so many different ways; By loss or gain, by high success or failure, By steady course or unexpected phase. The Lord will perfect that which doth concern me, Expecting me to show Him on my part A trust intelligent and full of interest In all these purposes of His great heart. 454 The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want:
Crimond Wiltshire  
New BHB #574
Francis Rous (Rowe) & (1650) Scottish Psalter (1650)
C.M. The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want: He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for His own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. 455 There is a green hill far away
Horsley Meditation  
New BHB #591
Cecil Frances (Humphreys) Alexander (1852)
C.M. There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. O dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. 456 Thou who did'st come to die
Malvern Olivet  
New BHB #608
K. H. Elders
6.6.4.6.6.6.4. Thou who did'st come to die From the bright realms on high, Thou art our peace: Peace Thou dost now impart To each believing heart, Peace that shall ne'er depart; Thou art our peace. Thou who did'st rise again, Thy tomb was sealed in vain, Thou art our life: All power to Thee is given, Exalted Lord in heaven, And we with Thee are risen, Thou art our life. Thou who wilt surely come To take Thy loved ones home, Thou art our hope: What joys and bliss untold Will to our gaze unfold When we Thy face behold! Thou art our hope. Peace, life and hope, O Lord, Thou giv'st us in Thy word, Blest be Thy name: We would our praise outpour, Would worship and adore Now and for evermore; Blest be Thy name. 457 Thou whose almighty word
Moscow  
New BHB #609
John Marriott (1813)
6.6.4.6.6.6.4. Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light. Thou who didst come to bring, On Thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, O now to all mankind Let there be light. Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth Thy flight; Move on the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light. Blessed and holy Three, Glorious Trinity, Wisdom, Love, Might, Boundless as ocean's tide Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, Let there be light. 458 Thy life was given for me
Baca  
New BHB #618
Frances Ridley Havergal tr/ad by Church Hymns (1858)
6.6.6.6.6.6. Thy life was given for me, Thy blood, O Lord, was shed That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; Thy life was given for me; What have I given for Thee? Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know; Long years were spent for me: Have I spent one for Thee? Thou, Lord, hast borne for me More than my tongue can tell Of bitterest agony To rescue me from hell; Thou sufferedst all for me: What have I borne for Thee? And Thou hast brought to me, Down from Thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love; Great gifts Thou broughtest me; What have I brought to Thee? O let my life be given, My years for Thee be spent; World-fetters all be riven, And joy with suffering blent; Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee. 459 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know
Rockingham  
New BHB #632
John Morrison (1781)
L.M. 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know The eager rage of every foe, That night in which He was betrayed, The Saviour of the world took bread. And after thanks and glory given To Him that rules in earth and heaven, That symbol of His flesh He broke, And thus to all His followers spoke. My broken body thus I give For you, for all; take, eat, and live: And oft the sacred rite renew That brings My wondrous love to view. Then in His hands the cup He raised, And God anew He thanked and praised, While kindness in His bosom glowed, And from His lips salvation flowed. My blood I thus pour forth, He cries, To cleanse the soul in sin that lies; In this the covenant is sealed, And heaven's eternal grace revealed. With love to man this cup is fraught, Let all partake the sacred draught; Through latest ages let it pour In memory of My dying hour. 460 We bless Thee, God and Father
Lymington  
New BHB #641
Alexander Carruthers
7.6.7.6.D. We bless Thee, God and Father, We joy before Thy face; Beyond dark death for ever We share Thy Son's blest place: He lives a Man before Thee In cloudless light above, In Thine unbounded favour, Thine everlasting love. His Father and our Father, His God and ours Thou art; And He is Thy Beloved, The gladness of Thy heart: We're His, in joy He brings us To share His part and place, To know Thy love and favour, The shining of Thy face. Thy love that now enfolds us Can ne'er wax cold or dim; In Him that love doth centre, And we are loved in Him: In Him Thy love and glory Find their eternal rest; The many sons—His brethren— In Him how near, how blest! 461 We saw Thee not when Thou didst come
Credo Pater Omnium  
New BHB #650
Anne Rigby Richter & John Hampden Gurney (1834)
8.8.8.8.8.8. We saw Thee not when Thou didst come To this poor world of sin and death, Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage home In that despised Nazareth; But we believe Thy footsteps trod Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God. We did not see Thee lifted high Amid that wild and savage crew, Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry, Forgive, they know not what they do; Yet we believe the deed was done Which shook the earth, and veiled the sun. We stood not by the empty tomb Where late Thy sacred body lay, Nor sat within that upper room, Nor met Thee in the open way; But we believe the angel said, Why seek the living with the dead? We did not mark the chosen few When Thou didst through the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view, Then to the earth all prostrate bend; Yet we believe that mortal eyes Beheld that journey to the skies. And now that Thou dost reign on high, And thence Thy waiting people bless, No ray of glory from the sky Doth shine upon our wilderness; But we believe Thy faithful word, And trust in our redeeming Lord. 462 Worthy of homage and of praise;
Saxby  
New BHB #696
F. Theodora Wigram
L.M. Worthy of homage and of praise; Worthy by all to be adored; Exhaustless theme of heavenly lays; Thou, Thou art worthy, Jesus, Lord. Now seated on Jehovah's throne, The Lamb once slain, in glory bright; 'Tis thence Thou watchest o'er Thine own, Guarding us through the deadly fight. To Thee, e'en now, our song we raise, Though sure the tribute mean must prove, No mortal tongue can tell Thy ways, So full of light and life and love. Yet, Saviour, Thou shalt have full praise; We soon shall meet Thee on the cloud, We soon shall see Thee face to face, In glory praising as we would. 463 Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;
St. George's, Edinburgh  
  
New BHB #699
Francis Rous (Rowe) & William Barton & (1650) Scottish Psalter
P.M. Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; Ye doors that last for aye Be lifted up, that so the King Of glory enter may: But who of glory is the King? The mighty Lord is this; Ev'n that same Lord that great in might And strong in battle is. Ye gates, lift up your heads; ye doors, Doors that do last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King Of glory enter may: But who is He that is the King Of glory? who is this? The Lord of hosts, and none but He, The King of glory is. c Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen, Amen, Amen. 464 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim
Laudate Dominum Worship  
New BHB #700
Charles Wesley (1744)
10.11.10.11. Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name all-victorious of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. God ruleth on high, almighty to save; And still He is nigh, His presence we have; The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. Salvation to God who sits on the throne; Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son; The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb. Then let us adore and give Him His right; All glory and power, all wisdom and might; All honour and blessing with angels above, And thanks never-ceasing, and infinite love. 465 Now to Him who loved us, gave us
Triumph  
Samuel Miller Waring
8.7.8.7.8.7. Now to Him who loved us, gave us Every pledge that love could give, Freely shed His blood to save us, Gave His life that we may live, Be the kingdom and dominion And the glory evermore.

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A debtor to mercy aloneGreen Fields / De Fleury
A debtor to mercy aloneLlangristiolus
A debtor to mercy aloneTrewen
A debtor to mercy aloneWhitchurch
A little while of mingled joy and sorrowNot Now, My Child
A mind at perfect peace with GodEvan
A mind at perfect peace with GodRichmond / Chesterfield (Haweis)
A perfect path of purest graceAbridge
A Pilgrim through this lonely worldManoah / Lintone
A Pilgrim through this lonely worldSawley
A Rock that stands for everSt. Theodulph
A wealth of grace and truth repleteSandend
Abba, Father! we approach TheeAbbot's Leigh
Abba, Father! we approach TheeDeerhurst
Abba, Father! we approach TheeLux Eoi
Abide in me, my SaviourBentley
Abide with meEventide
According to Thy gracious WordSt. Agnes, Durham
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?Sacra / Abney / Remember Me (Hull)
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Coronation
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Diadem
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Miles Lane
All people that on earth do dwellOld Hundredth
All that I was, my sin, my guiltSt. Fulbert
All the way my Saviour leads meAll The Way
All through the nightAr Hyd Y Nos
Altogether lovely, Jesus Lord art ThouLyndhurst
Am I a soldier of the Cross?Arlington (without chorus)
Amazing grace! (How sweet the sound!)New Britain
Amidst us our Beloved standsGloucester
And can it be that I should gain?Sagina
And did the Holy and the Just?Salzburg
And is it so! we shall be like Thy SonGlaston
And shall we see Thy face?St. Thomas
Around Thy table, Holy LordFingal
Around Thy table, Holy LordMoravia / Tytherton (West)
As gathered to Thy precious nameJazer (Tozer)
Assembled, Lord, at Thy behestMartyrdom
At rest through Jesus’ bloodAccess
At the name of Jesus every knee shall bowCamberwell
At the name of Jesus every knee shall bowEvelyns
At the name of Jesus every knee shall bowZundel
Awake, and sing the songCarlisle
Awake, and sing the songGalway
Awake, and sing the songWatchman
Awake, my soul, in joyful laysGardenstown
Awake, my soul, in joyful laysLoving Kindness
Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy sideFinlandia
Beautiful Zion, built aboveBeautiful Zion
Before the throne of God aboveBefore the Throne of God Above
Before Thine open earAssembly
Behold the amazing sightAugustine
Behold the Lamb with glory crowned!St. Magnus
Behold the Man by God approvedTelos
Behold the Throne of grace!St. Michael
Behold! a spotless Victim diesSidon
Beneath the Cross of JesusSt. Christopher
Beneath the Cross of JesusRefuge / Beneath the cross of Jesus / Clephane
Beyond the scenes of darkest nightBenarty
Blessed be God, our God!Hereford New
Blessed be the tie that BindsDennis / Ripon
Blessed God of GloryRuth
Blessed God, our hearts are bringing[Blessed God, our hearts are bringing]
Blessed God, our hearts are bringingSt. Helens
Blessed God, we meditateKyrie / Nottingham
Blest morning, whose first dawning raysLanesboro
Break every barrier downMoncton
Break Thou the bread of lifeLathbury / Bread of Life
Breathe on me breath of GodTrentham
Brethren, let us join to blessInnocents
Bright with all His crowns of gloryTamworth
Bright, bright home! Beyond the skiesCelandine
Brightly beams our Father’s mercyLower Lights
Brightness of the eternal gloryAlma
Brightness of the eternal gloryDijon
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restoredIn Memoriam
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restoredMemoria
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restoredShoreham
Christ has done the mighty workMonkland
Christ the Lord is risen on high!Easter Hymn
Christ the Savior came from Heaven’s gloryAloha Oe
Christ’s grave is vacant nowDedication / Gilding / St. Edmund
Christ’s grave is vacant nowSwabia
Cling to the Mighty OneVeronica
Come sing, my soul, and praise the LordRedemption Ground
Come, let us join our cheerful songsNativity
Come, let us join our cheerful songsLoughton
Come, let us sing the matchless worthAriel
Come, let us sing the song of songsAngelus
Come, my soul, thy suit prepareSavannah
Come, my soul, thy suit prepareCanterbury / Song 13
Come, my soul, thy suit prepareEllingham / Godfrey
Come, Thou Almighty KingMoscow
Come, Thou Fount of every blessingNettleton
Come, Thou Fount of every blessingAll For Jesus
Come, ye saints, rejoice with JesusConfidence
Come, ye that know the Saviour’s nameColchester / Purcel
Crown Him with many crownsDiademata
Crowned with thorns upon the treeSt. Dunstan
Crowns of glory ever brightThanksgiving
Crowns of glory ever bright (first half)Thanksgiving (first half)
Crowns of glory ever brightTichfield
Dear Lord and Father of mankindRepton
Dear Lord and Father of mankindRest
Dread Golgotha! place of blended love and sorrowWildersmouth
Endless praises to our LordMelling
Endless praises to our LordOrientis Partibus
Eternal Light! Eternal Light!Newcastle (Morley)
Face to face with Christ, my SaviourFace to Face
Facing a task unfinishedNyland
Faint not, Christian! though the roadUniversity College
Fairer than the fairestGoshen / Bible Class
Faith of our FathersSt. Catherine
Father of mercies! in Thy WordGrafenberg
Father of peace, and God of loveCrediton
Father of peace, and God of lovePalestrina (modified for C.M.)
Father! we, Thy children, bless TheeDaily Daily
Father! we, Thy children, bless TheeSydney
Father, Thy name our souls would blessSt. Stephen
Father, to seek Thy faceSamuel
Fight the good fight with all thy mightPentecost
Fill Thou my life, O Lord my GodSt. Matthew
For ever with the Lord!Nearer Home
For the beauty of the earthDix
For the bread and for the wineEvelyn
Forth from Gabbatha see Him ledDunstan
Forth in His Name we goWarsaw
From every stormy wind that blowsRetreat
From Greenlands icy mountainsGreenland
From Greenland's icy mountainsMissionary Hymn
From heaven He cameRosewell
From Salem’s gates advancing slowCarmel
From whence this fear and unbeliefMeribah
From whence this fear and unbeliefPembroke
Garden of gloom appallingKeepos
Gathered to Thy name, Lord JesusChapel Brae
Gathered, Lord, around Thy tableBullinger
Gathered, Lord, around Thy tableHartham
Gazing on Thee, Lord, in gloryMeletius
Gazing on Thee, Lord, in gloryRhineland
Gazing on Thee, Lord, in gloryWest
Glory to Thee, Thou Son of God most HighLux Benigna
Glory to Thee, Thou Son of God most HighSandon
Glory unto Jesus be!Harts
Glory, honour, praise, and powerAshley / Glory, Honour, Praise and Power
Go, labour on; spend, and be spentSt. Bartholomew
God is love! His word has said itBeaumaris / Suffield
God is love! His word has said itWoodlands
God of our fathers whose almighty handNational Hymn (George Warren)
Grace! ’tis a charming soundEnergy / St. Ethelwald
Grace! ’tis a charming soundGrace of Christ (Ira Sankey)
Grace! ’tis a charming soundSilver Street
Gracious God, we worship TheeWorship (S. T. Francis)
Great God of wonders! all Thy waysWonders / Sovereignty
Great Shepherd of the sheep!Millennium
Great Shepherd of Thy chosen flockMainzer
Great Shepherd of Thy chosen flockFestus
Great Shepherd of Thy chosen flockTotland
Guide us, O Thou great JehovahCaersalem
Guide us, O Thou great JehovahCwm Rhondda
Hail to the Lord’s AnointedCruger
I sing the mighty power of GodEllacombe
Hail, sovereign love, that first beganDuane Street
Hail, sovereign love, that first beganThe Hiding Place
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!Autumn (Barthélemon)
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!In Babilone
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!Pleading Savior
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!St. Hilda (Barnby)
Happy they who trust in Jesus!Corinth
Hark! How the blood-bought hosts abovePraise, Piety / Piety / Grace Triumphant
Hark! my soul, it is the LordRavenna
Hark! my soul, it is the LordSt. Bees
Hark! ten thousand voices cryingLaus Deo
Hark! ten thousand voices cryingRathbun
Hark! ten thousand voices cryingStuttgart
Hark! the herald angels singMendelssohn
Hast Thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?Trust in Jesus
Have I an object, Lord, below?Sagina
He bears the cruel scourge from menReproach
He comes! He comes!Moray Firth
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greaterAsh Grove
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greaterBlacklands
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greaterHe giveth more grace
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greaterSurrey Chapel
He is coming! how this gladdensSt. Andrew (Thorne)
He is coming, coming for usVenit
He is not a disappointment!Not a Disappointment
He leadeth me! O blessed thought!Leadeth
He lives - the great Redeemer livesKent
He sitteth o’er the waterfloodsTallis' Ordinal
He the pearly gates will openPearly Gates
Here is love, vast as the oceanCalon Lan
Here is love, vast as the oceanVancouver / Dim Ond Iesu
Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to faceErfyniad
Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to faceKensington
Here, O our Lord, we see Thee face to facePenitentia
Hiding in TheeSecurity (Hiding in Thee, first part)
High on a cruel Cross of shameStauros
Himself He could not save!St. John (Calkin)
Hold Thou my hand!Hold Thou My Hand
Holy Father, we address TheeLux Prima
Holy Father, we address TheeRequiem
Holy Saviour! we adore TheeGounod
Holy Saviour! we adore TheeRaphael
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!Nicaea
Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear!Dunfermline
How bright that blessed hope!Feast
How bright that blessed hope!Worship (anon.)
How deep the Father’s love for usHow Deep the Father's Love for Us
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the LordFoundation
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the LordMontgomery
How good is the God we adoreCeleste
How I praise Thee, precious Saviour!Channels Only
How sweet the Name of Jesus soundsHoward (Cuthbert)
How sweet the Name of Jesus soundsLloyd
I am a stranger hereHomeward
I am redeemed, oh, praise the LordI Am Redeemed
I am the Lord’s! O joy beyond expressionWithin the Veil
I am waiting for the dawningA Little Farther (modified)
I am waiting for the dawningAustrian Hymn
I bow me to Thy will, O GodOrlington
I cannot breathe enough of TheeSpencer
I cannot work my soul to saveAbney
I have a home aboveFranconia
I hear the accuser roarSerenity
I hear the words of loveHampton
I heard the voice of Jesus sayVox Dilecti
I heard the voice of Jesus sayKingsfold
I journey through a desert drear and wildToulon
I once was a stranger to grace and to GodGo Bury Thy Sorrow
I saw One hanging on a TreeCanberra
I saw the Cross of JesusHolmbridge
I saw the Cross of JesusWhitfield
I thirst, but not as once I didLichfield
I to the hills will lift mine eyesFrench / Dundee
I was a wand’ring sheepIn Viam Rectam
I was a wand’ring sheepLebanon
I was a wand’ring sheepPastor Bonus
I will never, never leave theeConstancy
I would commune with Thee, my GodSt. Etheldreda
I’ve found a Friend; oh such a Friend!Constance
I’ve found a Friend; oh such a Friend!Friendship / Friend
I’ve found a Friend; oh such a Friend!Gate Ajar (modified)
I’ve found a joy in sorrowSatisfied
I’ve found the precious Christ of GodBelgrave
I’ve found the precious Christ of GodUniversity
Immortal, invisible, God only wiseSt. Denio / Joanna
In Christ alone my hope is foundIn Christ Alone
In heavenly love abidingAngel's Story
In heavenly love abidingPenlan
In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyesEllers
Is it Thy will that I should be?Angel's Song / Song 34
Is it Thy will that I should be?Onslow / Batchellor
Is it Thy will that I should be?Intercession / St. Luke
It is a thing most wonderfulHerongate
It was alone the Saviour prayed (without chorus)Alone
Jehovah is our strengthMajesty
Jehovah is our strengthOld 148th
Jesus calls us! o’er the tumultGalilee
Jesus calls us! o’er the tumultMahon
Jesus calls us! o’er the tumultSt. Catherine (Jones)
Jesus Christ, Thou King of GloryStar of Peace / Light of Life
Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping ev’ry tearGoshen / Bible Class
Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping ev’ry tearKirkbraddan
Jesus shall reign where’er the sunDuke Street
Jesus shall reign where’er the sunRimington
Jesus shall reign where’er the sunTruro
Jesus was slain for me, at CalvarySummer Land (Fithian)
Jesus! in Thee our eyes beholdSt. Flavian
Jesus! in whom all glories meetSeasons
Jesus! O Name of power divineSt. David
Jesus! O Name of power divineStockton
Jesus, I am resting, restingTranquility
Jesus, Lord, I’m never wearyBalm
Jesus, Lord, we come togetherFirenze
Jesus, Lord, we come togetherMelbourne Hall
Jesus, Lord, we know Thee presentOnly Waiting
Jesus, Lover of my soulAberystwyth
Jesus, Lover of my soulHollingside
Jesus, Lover of my soulMartyn
Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore TheeEpiphany Hymn
Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore TheeHail to the Brightness
Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore TheeOnly Remembered
Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore TheeSpringfield
Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore TheeTavy Cleave
Jesus, our Saviour Thou and LordCommunion
Jesus, Savior pilot mePilot
Jesus, the Christ! Eternal Word!Arizona
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!Germany / Fulda
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!Hesperus / Quebec / Whitburn
Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts!Hereford
Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts!Maryton
Jesus, Thy dying love I ownLuther's Chant
Jesus, Thy Name I love!Offering
Join all the glorious namesDarwalls 148th
Just as I am without one pleaWoodworth
Just as I am, Thine own to beHowcroft
Just as I am, Thine own to beSaffron Walden
Just as I am, without one pleaAgnus Dei
Just as I am, without one pleaGainsworth
Kept, safely keptPatience
King of my life, I crown Thee nowLead Me To Calvary
Lamb of God! our souls adore TheeThe Prodigal's Return
Let the song go round the earthMoel Llys
Let the song go round the earthSilksworth
Let us love and sing and wonder!All Saints Old
Let us love and sing and wonder!Norman (Oberlin)
Let us rejoice in Christ the LordJackson / Byzantium
Light of the world, shine on our soulsNox Praecessit
Like a river, glorious is God’s perfect peaceWye Valley
Lo, He comes! with clouds descendingHelmsley
Look upon us, blessed LordLiebster Jesu
Look, ye saints, the sight is gloriousRegent Square
Lord and Saviour, we rememberStephanos (Baker?)
Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?Westminster (Turle)
Lord Jesus, come!Lord Jesus, Come
Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing!Tyrolese
Lord Jesus, I love TheeClarendon Street / Gordon / Consolation
Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mineAffection (Miller)
Lord Jesus, in Thy Name aloneEaton
Lord Jesus, let Thy favour restHeathside
Lord Jesus, let Thy favour restHoly Trinity
Lord Jesus, my Saviour! How vast Thy love to meAppin
Lord Jesus, Thou by whom the worlds were madeGlenartney
Lord Jesus, Thou who only artSt. Matthias
Lord Jesus, Thy great love to meColchester (Wesley)
Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy loveDavid
Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy loveTabor
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessingDismissal
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessingEton
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessingGreenville
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessingSicilian Mariners
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessingSicilian Mariners (no repeat)
Lord, e’en to death Thy love could goDublin / Howard / Howards / Wilson
Lord, e’en to death Thy love could goSt. Marguerite
Lord, e’en to death Thy love could goWalsall
Lord, I desire to live as oneHeber
Lord, speak to me, that I may speakBarnet
Lord, speak to me, that I may speakCanonbury
Lord, speak to me, that I may speakHolley
Lord, speak to me, that I may speakWinscott
Lord, Thy ransomed Church is wakingAlleluia
Lord, we love to trace Thy footprintsFriendship (Thangue)
Lord, we treasure with affectionCross of Jesus
Lord, we would ne’er forget Thy loveSoldau
Lord, when I think upon the loveRowan Tree
Love divine, all loves excellingHyfrydol
Love divine, all loves excellingBeecher
Love divine, all loves excellingBlaenwern
Loved with everlasting loveEverlasting Love
Low on the ground the Lord of Glory liesObedience
Majestic sweetness sits enthronedMirfield
Majestic sweetness sits enthronedOrtonville
Man of Sorrows! what a nameMan of Sorrows
Master, speak! Thy servant hearethAmen, Jesus Han Skal Raade
Master, speak! Thy servant hearethOttawa
May the grace of Christ our SaviourPetersen
May the grace of Christ our SaviourSardis
May the grace of Christ our SaviourStockwell
May the grace of Christ our SaviourWaltham
Meeting in the Saviour’s NameHuss
Meeting in the Saviour’s NameMaidstone
Memorable morning, first day of the weekHermas
Mid the splendours of the gloryLewes
Mid the splendours of the glorySplendours
Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrowHold the Fort
Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrowThe Pleading Voice
Mine eyes are unto Thee, my GodArden
Mine eyes are unto Thee, my GodTottenham
More holiness give meMy Prayer
More love to Thee, O ChristMore Love to Thee, O Christ
My days are gliding swiftly byMeikle Holm
My days are gliding swiftly byShining City / Jerusalem, Thou City Bright
My faith looks up to TheeOlivet
My Father’s way may twist and turnAbergele
My glorious Victor, Prince divineBodmin
My glorious Victor, Prince divineStaincliffe
My God, my Father, while I strayHanford (Sullivan)
My God, my Father, while I strayMagdale
My God, my Father, while I strayJ. McGranahan's tune for "Thy Will Be Done"
My heart is bubbling over, LordBishopthorpe
My heart is full of Christ, and longsCareys Surrey
My heart is full of Christ, and longsDura
My heart is full of Christ, and longsWorsley
My hope is built on nothing lessThe Solid Rock
My hope is built on nothing lessMelita / Navy Hymn