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Abba, Father! we approach Thee
In our Savior'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 too the Lamb.
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.
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.
Alas! and did my Savior 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 thankfulness,
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.
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 Savior'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.
"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, Savior, 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.
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 Savior'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.
Behold, what love, what boundless love
The Father hath bestowed
On sinners lost, that we should be
Now called the sons of God.
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.
What we in glory soon shall be
It doth not yet appear;
But when our precious Lord we see.
We shall His image bear.
With such a blessed hope in view
We would more holy be,
More like our risen, glorious Lord.
Whose face we soon shall see.
Behold! Behold the Lamb of God
On the Cross!
For us He shed His precious blood
On the Cross.
O hear His all-important cry,
Eli, lama sabachthani?
Draw near and see the Savior die
On the Cross!
Behold His arms extended wide
On the Cross!
Behold His bleeding hands and side
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!
By faith we see Him lifted up
On the Cross.
He drinks for us the bitter cup
On the Cross.
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake.
While Jesus doth atonement make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake
On the Cross.
And now the mighty deed is done
On the Cross!
The battle fought, the vict'ry won
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.
When singing the hymn to Hendon which is actually 7.7.7.7.7. repeat the last line of every verse.
For the tune Easter Hymnn, add "Alleluia!" to the end of each line as follows:
Christ the Lord is risen on high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!
He endured the Cross, the grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save, Alleluia!
Come, let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Savior 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 Savior, Master, Friend,
The glad eternity we'll spend,
And celebrate His grace.
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 Savior!
Magnify the sinner's Friend.
While we hear the wondrous story
Of the Savior's Cross and shame,
Sing we, Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb!
Hallelujah!
Give ye glory to His name.
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 appal me,
Safe in Christ whate'er befall me,
Calmly wait I, till He call me,
Peace, peace, is mine!
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?
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 Savior!
Cleaving closely to Thy side:
Still relying
On our Father's changeless love.
Savior, 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.
25
Leadethe
The refrain/chorus can also be sung as follows:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
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.
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!
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!
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!
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.
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 Savior 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!
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.
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 Savior'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.
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.
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.
It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
Lord Jesus, Savior; 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 Savior; 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, Savior; 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 fulness 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 Savior, 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.
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.
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.
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.
While host 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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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!
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!
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, Savior, I have found Thee
All my utmost need required;
In Thyself, Lord, Thou host 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 Savior,
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 Savior,
Now I know that I am blest.
42
Whither? Pilgrims (repeat the last two lines of each verse.)P
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 Savior, unto Thee.
All the shame men heaped upon Thee,
Thou didst patiently endure;
Not the pains of death to bitter
Our redemption to procure.
Wondrous Thy humiliation
To accomplish our salvation:
Thousand, thousand praises be,
Precious Savior, unto Thee.
Heartfelt, praise and adoration,
Savior, 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.
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 Savior, 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 Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart
Now and to eternity.
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!
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.
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 Savior, 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 Savior, King of kings.
Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Savior's claim:
Saints and angels crowed 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.
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, Savior, 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.
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!
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 Savior! 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My Redeemer! O what beauties
In that lovely Name appear;
None but Jesus, in His glories,
Shall the honoured title wear.
My Redeemer!
Thou has 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.
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.
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.
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 has 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.
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.
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.
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.
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 or 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.
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 fulness,
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.
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 fulness 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.
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.
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 Savior's loving breast!
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee
My everlasting rest.
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;
Oh how He loves!
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!
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.
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 Savior
Shall dazzle every 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.
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.
Ours are peace and joy divine,
Who are one with Christ,
When, like branches in the vine,
We abide in Christ.
As 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 out 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."
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 Savior, 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 Savior, 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.
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 Savior, 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, Savior, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 Savior!
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 Savior we receive.
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.
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.
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.
Savior, 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,
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.
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.
Savior, 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;
Savior, 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, Savior, 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 head us,
Streams shall from the rock abound:
Happy people!
What a Savior we have found!
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.
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.
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 Abram 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.
Thou, my everlasting portion!
More than friend or life to me,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, 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.
Through the love of God our Savior
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.
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 Savior 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.
4.'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 fulness I'll know.
And Savior, '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.
Tis the blessed hour of prayer
when our hearts lowly bend,
And we gather to Jesus,
our Savior 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.
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 Savior-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.
"Tis the blessed hour of prayer
when the tempted and tried,
To the Savior 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.
At the blessed hour of prayer,
if we firmly believe
That the blessing we ask for
we'll surely receive,
In the fulness of delight
we shall lose every care:
What a balm for the weary!
O how sweet to be there.
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 Savior, 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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
O joyous hour when God to me
A vision gave of Calvary!
My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound:
I sang upon redemption ground.
No works of merit now I plead,
But Jesus take for all my need;
No righteousness in me is found,
Except upon redemptions 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.
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 Savior 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.
Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus, my Savior,
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus, my Lord.
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 Savior,
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus, my Lord.
Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus, my Savior,
He tore the bars away,
Jesus, my Lord.
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.
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 tempest of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
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.
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.
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 Savior and our God:
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.
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?
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.
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.
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 fulness of His grace.
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 Savior's side;
By the Spirit sanctified:
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show
By my love, how much I owe.
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.
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,
All the way my Savior 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 Savior 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 Savior, leads me;
O the fulness 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.
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior'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.
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.
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.
Come, every joyful heart
That loves the Savior'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 Savior 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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 thing eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its wag 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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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;
Savior, take the power and glory,
Share the kingdom with Thine own;
O come quickly! (3x Helmsley)
Hallelujah! Come Lord, come!
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.
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.
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 fulness 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.
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 Savior and my friend.
O love that will 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.
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 Thon 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.
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.
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.
Savior, 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.
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.
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.
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.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love;
Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest;
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Have you trusted Jesus and His saving power
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb
Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Are you walking daily by the Savior’s side
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
When the Bridegroom cometh, will your robes be white,
Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb
Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)
189
Tune R.S. No. 606
7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6. and chorus
I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above.
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love!
I love to tell the story
Because I know it’s true!
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.
I love to tell the story!
Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams;
I love to tell the story!
It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee
I love to tell the story!
’Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story!
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God’s own Holy Word.
I love to tell the story!
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest;
And when in scenes of glory
I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story
That l have loved so long.
I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this;
I shall ne’er get sight of the gates of light
lf the way of the cross I miss.
The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home,
It is sweet to know, as I onward go,
The way of the cross leads home.
I must needs go on in the blood-sprinkled way,
The path that the Savior trod,
If I ever climb to the heights sublime,
Where the soul is at home with God.
Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it nevermore;
For my Lord says, "Come," and I seek my home
Where He waits at the open door.
I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory,
For the cross of Calvary.
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory
Gathered by the crystal sea.
I was lost but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone and fears possessed me
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o’er me;
Sorrow’s path I often tread;
But the Savior still is with me,
By His hand I’m safely led.
He will keep me till the river
Roll its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Francis H. Rowley (1854-1952)
192
Tune C.H.F. No. 108
10.9.10.9.D.
If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,
Were my life worth living for a day
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
In the things that soon must pass away
If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,
Would my gain be worth the life—long strife
Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing
For a moment with a Christ—filled life
Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
And a name revered both far and near,
Yet no hope beyond, no harbour waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer;
If I gained the world but lost the Savior
Who endured the Cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish, I might flee
O, what emptiness without the Savior,
’Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him
Only night and tears and endless woe!
What, though I might live without the Savior,
When I come to die, how would it be
O to face the valley’s gloom without Him!
And without Him all eternity!
O the joy of having all in Jesus!
What a balm the broken heart to heal!
Ne’er a sin so great, but He’ll forgive it,
Nor a sorrow that He does not feel!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
Nothing else in all the world beside
O then everything is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide.
I’ve wandered far away from God,
Now I’m coming home;
The paths of sin too long I’ve trod,
Lord, I’m coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
Never more to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love,
Lord, I ’m coming home.
I’ve wasted many precious years,
Now I’m coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears,
Lord, I’m coming home.
I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Now I’m coming home;
I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy Word,
Lord, I'm coming home.
William J. Kirkpatrick (1838-1921)
195
On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross
Where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old ragged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown.
O, the old rugged cross,
So despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God
Left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged cross,
Stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For ’twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day
To my home far away,
Where His glory for ever I’ll share.
Ben and George Bernard (1873-1958)
196
Tune C.H.F. No. 238
8.5.8.5. and chorus
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face,
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace.
Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee
Whom in Heaven but Thee
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word;
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus
Sang, as they welcomed His birth,
"Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth!"
Tell me the story Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story most precious.
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that He passed,
How He was tried and was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labour,
Tell of the sorrows He bore;
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected, and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Bleeding in anguish and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid Him;
Tell how He liveth again.
Love, in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see,
Love for the guilty and helpless,
Love for a sinner like me.
Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
200
Tune R.S. No. 107
There is a story sweet to hear,
I love to tell it, too;
It fills my heart with hope and cheer,
'Tis old, yet ever new.
'Tis old, yet ever new;
’Tis old, yet ever new
I know, I ’m sure `tis true,
’Tis old, yet ever new.
It tells me God’s own Son came down
From glory’s throne, to die,
That I might live to wear a crown
And reign with Him on high.
It says He bore the Cross for me
And suffered in my place
That I from sin might ransomed be,
And praise Him for His grace;
O wondrous love, so great, so vast,
So boundless and so free;
Lord, at Thy feet myself I cast,
My all I give to Thee.
W. A. Williams
201
Tune R.S. No. 737
12.9.12.9.
There was One who was willing to die in my stead,
That a soul so unworthy might live,
And the path to the Cross He was willing to tread,
All the sins of my life to forgive.
He was nailed to the Cross,
He was nailed to the Cross,
O how much He was willing to bear!
With what anguish and loss,
Jesus went to the Cross!
And my sins were all laid on Him there!
He is tender and loving and patient with me,
While He cleanses my heart of its dross,
But there’s no condemnation - I know I am free,
For my sins are all nailed to the Cross.
I will cling to my Savior and never depart,
I will joyfully journey each day
With a song on my lips and a song in my heart,
That my sins have been taken away.
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound
And time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather
Over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder
I’ll be there.
On that bright and cloudless morning
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones will gather
To their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.
Let us labour for the Master
From the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then, when all of life is over
And our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.
James M. Black (1856-1938)
207
Tune C.H.F. No. 208
7.6.7.6.8.8.8.
Wonderful story of love;
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love;
Wake the immortal strain!
Angels with rapture announce it,
Shepherds with wonder receive it:
Sinner, O, won’t you believe it?
Wonderful story of love.
Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!
Wonderful story of love!
Wonderful story of love;
Though you are far away;
Wonderful story of love;
Still He doth call to-day;
Calling from Calvary’s mountain,
Down from the crystal bright fountain,
E’en from the dawn of creation,
Wonderful story of love.
Wonderful story of love;
Jesus provides a rest;
Wonderful story of love
For all the pure and blest,
Rest in those mansions above us,
With those who’ve gone on before us
Singing the rapturous chorus,
Wonderful story of love.
Would you be free from your burden of sin?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Would you o’er evil a victory win?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
There is power; power; wonder-working power
In the blood of the Lamb.
There is power power; wonder-working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.
Would you be free from your passion and pride?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide;
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Sin—stains are lost in its life—giving flow;
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Would you do service for Jesus, your King?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Would you live daily His praises to sing?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Lewis E. Jones (1865-1936)
209
Tune R.S. No. 773
9.9.9.4.D.
Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified;
Knowing not it was for me He died
On Calvary.
Mercy there was great and grace was free,
Pardon there was multiplied to me,
There my burdened soul found liberty,
At Calvary.
By God’s Word at last my sin I learned,
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul, imploring, turned
To Calvary.
O, the love that drew salvation’s plan,
O, the grace that brought it down to man,
O, the mighty gulf that God did span
At Calvary.
Now I’d give to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing
Of Calvary.
William R. Newell (1868-1956)
210
Down from His glory, ever—living story,
My God and Savior came, and Jesus was His name;
Born in a manger, to His own a stranger,
A man of sorrows, tears and agony!
O how I love Him! How I adore Him!
My breath, my sunshine, my all-in-all,
The great Creator became my Savior;
And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him!
What condescension, bringing us redemption,
That in the dead of night, not one faint hope in sight;
God gracious, tender, laid aside His splendour,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
Without reluctance, flesh and blood His substance,
He took the form of man, revealed the hidden plan;
O glorious mystery, sacrifice of Calvary
And now I know He is the great 'I AM'!
Face to face with Christ, my Savior,
Face to face - what will it be?
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ, who died for me.
Face to face shall I behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory,
I shall see Him by and by!
Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkening veil between,
But a blessed day is coming
When His glory shall be seen.
What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened
And the dark things shall be plain.
Face to face! O blissful moment!
Face to face - to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ, who loves me so.
Carrie E. Breck (1855-1934)
212
Tune R.S. No. 202
Fairest of all the earth beside,
Chiefest of all unto Thy Bride,
Fullness divine in Thee I see,
Beautiful Man of Calvary.
That Man of Calvary
Has won my heart from me,
And died to set me free.
Blest Man of Calvary.
Drinking a dire and dreadful cup,
Crucified Jesus lifted up,
Bearing our guilt and misery,
Sorrowful Man of Calvary.
Granting the sinner life and peace,
Granting the captive sweet release,
Shedding His blood to make us free,
Merciful Man of Calvary.
Giving the gifts obtained for men,
Pouring out love beyond our ken,
Giving us spotless purity.
Bountiful Man of Calvary.
Comfort of all my earthly way,
Jesus, I’ll meet Thee some sweet day.
Centre of glory, Thee I’ll see.
Wonderful Man of Calvary.
Gathered with Thee eternally,
Sharing Thy love by glassy sea,
Like Thee for ever I shall be.
Glorified Man of Calvary.
Mainie P. Ferguson (19th Cent.)
213
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honour,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honour, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That, on the cross, my burden. gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away-my sin.
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart;
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, "My God, how great Thou art!"
Carl Bobeng (1859-1940) Translated by Stuart K. Hine (1899—l989)
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.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
With numberless blessings each moment He crowns
And, filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, "O glory to God,
For such a Redeemer as mine!"
When clothed in His brightness transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.
John Newton (1725-1807)
219
l0’s
Be still, my soul! the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide,
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul! thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul! thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past;
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake,
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul! the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul! when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul! thy Giver can repay,
From His own fullness, all He takes away.
Be still, my soul! the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul! when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mould me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine!
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me!
In shady green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow but God gives a song
In the night season and all the day long.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Though sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold,
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or land,
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin’s dread sway.
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.
I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I’d rather be true to His holy name.
He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
I’ve found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see,
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole;
In sorrow He’s my comfort,
In trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He's the fairest of ten thousand to mv soul.
In sorrow He’s my comfort,
In trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He ’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows home;
In temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I’ve all for Him forsaken, I’ve all my idols torn
From my heart and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me,
And Satan tempt me sore,
Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal;
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He’ll never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith, and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear:
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory
I’ll see His blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll;
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my ruptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river:
Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the Bright and Morning Star
Shed His beams around me.
Near the cross, O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o’er me.
Near the cross, I’ll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
228
Tune B.H.B. No. 119
7.7.7.D.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Savior, 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, O leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make me, 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.
Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit, breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!
O this full and perfect peace!
O this transport all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.
Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green!
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen.
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flowers with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.
Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast.
O to lie for ever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His, and He is mine!
His for ever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
First—born light in gloom decline;
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.
Some day the silver cord will break,
And I no more as now shall sing:
But O, the joy when I shall wake
Within the palace of the King!
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story - saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story - saved by grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;
But this I know - my All-in-All
Has now a place in heaven for me.
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west,
My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
And I shall enter into rest.
Some day - till then I’ll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
And when my Savior opes the gate,
I’ll rise with joy and take my flight.
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms,
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
O, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
O, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)
237
Tune R.S. No. 364
When my life’s work is ended
And I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer
When I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.
I shall know Him, I shall know Him.
As redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nail in His hand.
O, the soul-thrilling rapture,
When I view His blessed face
And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him
For the mercy, love and grace,
That prepares for me a mansion in the sky.
O, the dear ones in glory,
How they wait for me to come,
And our paning at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden.
They will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.
Through the gates to the city,
In a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages
I shall mingle with delight,
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.
Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
238
All to Jesus, I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.
I surrender all, I surrender all,
All to Thee, my blessed Savior
I surrender all.
All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow;
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me, Jesus, take me now.
All to Jesus, I surrender,
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
May the Holy Spirit fill me,
May I know Thy power divine.
All to Jesus, I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing fall on me.
When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.
Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss,
Not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we mist and obey.
But we never can prove
The delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favour He shows
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.
Down from the glory the Savior came,
Down to the cross and the death of shame;
Gazing in wonder I there exclaim,
Jesus died for me.
Jesus died for me; Jesus died for me;
This is my boast, and this my song,
Jesus died for me.
There as my Surety He firmly stood,
Paid for my ransom His precious blood;
Died for my sin, to bring me to God,
Jesus died for me.
Now in the Gospel He sends to thee
News of salvation, and pardon free;
Whoso believeth, his song shall be
Jesus died for me.
242
New Version:
A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor's crown, and joys untold
Are mine when I get there.
For Jesus is my Savior,
He washed my sins away,
He paid my debt on Calvary's mountain;
I'm happy in His dying love,
I'm singing every day,
I'm living, yes I'm living, at the fountain!
Original Version: ("Marching on in the light of God," Chorus, Robert Johnson 1887)
A robe of white, a crown of gold,
A harp, a home, a mansion fair,
A victor's palm, a joy untold,
Are mine when I get there.
For Jesus is my Savior,
He's washed my sins away,
Paid my debt on Calvary's mountain;
Happy in His dying love,
Singing all the day,
I'm living, yes I'm living in the fountain.
243
I am so glad that our Father in heaven
Tells of His love in the Book He has given;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see:
This is the dearest that Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.
Though I forget Him and wander away,
Still He doth love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear loving arms would I flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.
O, if there's only one song I can sing
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song in eternity be:
"O what a wonder that Jesus loves me."
244
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart,
Down in my heart, down in my heart;
I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart,
Down in my heart to stay.
And I'm so happy, so very happy,
I have the love of Jesus in my heart,
And I'm so happy, so very happy,
I have the love of Jesus in my heart.
I've got the peace that passeth understanding...
I've got the love of Jesus, love of Jesus...
For there is therefore now no condemnation...
245
Jesus loves me! this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak, but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus loves me! He who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.
Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
If I trust Him, when I die
He will take me home on high.
246
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty,
There's nothing my God cannot do.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty,
There's nothing my God cannot do.
The mountains are His, the rivers are His,
The stars are His handiwork, too.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty,
There's nothing my God cannot do, for you!
247
I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene.
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous, how wonderful,
And my song shall ever be,
How marvelous, how wonderful,
Is my Savior's love for me.
He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calvary,
And suffered, and died alone.
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 Savior,
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.
Break every barrier down,
Thou Lamb of Calvary;
Show me the awfulness 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.
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.
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 fulness
For ever and for evermore art mine.
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.
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.
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest ongings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings;
Thine is love indeed.
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.
O The deep, deep love of Jesus!
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fulness 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.
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.
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Tune: Londonderry Air
I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.
I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken—hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.
I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour
When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.
I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King.
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father!
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not:
As Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter, and spring-time and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches where all mortals dwell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
O, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall for evermore endure,
The saints’ and angels’ song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race,
The saints and angels song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole.
Though stretched from sky to sky.
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.
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.
Christ, our mighty captain, leads against the foe,
We will never falter when He bids us go;
Tho' His righteous purpose we may never know,
Yet we'll follow all the way.
Forward! forward! 'tis the Lord's command;
Forward! forward! to the promised land;
Forward! forward! let the chorus ring:
We are sure to win with Christ, our king!
Satan's fearful onslaughts cannot make us yield;
While we trust in Christ, our buckler and our shield;
Pressing ever on-the Spirit's sword we wield,
And we follow all the way.
Let our glorious banner ever be unfurled;
From its mighty stronghold evil shall be hurled;
Christ, our mighty captain, overcomes the world,
And we follow all the way.
Fierce the battle rages-but 'twill not be long,
Then triumphant, shall we join the blessèd throng,
Joyfully uniting in the victor's song-
If we follow all the way.
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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head,
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
but little Lord Jesus no crying He makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky,
and stay by my side until morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
close by me for ever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
and fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.
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Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la la la la la.
'Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la Ia Ia la la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Sing we joyous all together,
Fa la Ia Ia la la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la la la la la.
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Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply,
Echo back their joyous strains.
Glo-ria in excelsis De-o
Glo-ria in excelsis De-o.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tiding be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
Come to Bethlehem, and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
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Go, tell it on the mountain,
over the hills and everywhere.
Go, tell it on the mountain
that Jesus Christ is born.
While shepherds kept their watching
o'er silent flocks by night,
behold, throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light.
The shepherds feared and trembled
when lo, above the earth
rang out the angel chorus
that hailed our Saviour's birth!
Down in a lonely manger
the humble Christ was born,
and God sent our salvation
that blessed Christmas morn.
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God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas day,
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray;
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came.
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by name:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding,
In tempest, storm, and wind,
And went to Bethlehem straightway
This blessed babe to find:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
But when to Bethlehem they came,
Whereat this infant lay
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling,
Unto the Lord did pray:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface:
Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
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Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King,
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
join the triumph of the skies;
with angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold Him come,
offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
hail, th' incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King.
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The first Noel, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds
in fields as they lay
In fields whe-re they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel.
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
That ha-th ma-de heaven and earth of naught,
And w-ith His blo-od mankind hath bought.
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It came upon a midnight clear,
that glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
from heaven's all-gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
to hear the angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come
with peaceful wings unfurled;
and still their heavenly music floats
o'er all the weary world;
above its sad and lowly plains
they bend on hovering wing,
and ever o'er its Babel sounds
the blessed angels sing.
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Joy to the world! The Lord is come:
let earth receive her King!
Let every heart prepare Him room,
and heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns:
let men their songs employ,
while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
repeat the sounding joy.
He rules the earth with truth and grace,
and makes the nations prove
the glories of His righteousnes
and wonders of His love.
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O little town of Bethlehem,
how still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
the everlasting light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
and gathered all above
While mortals sleep the angels keep
their watch of wondering love.
Oh morning stars together
proclaim the holy birth.
And praises sing to God the king,
and peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts
the blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
but in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
the dear Christ enters in.
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O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
And order all things, far and nigh;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And cause us in her ways to go.
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O holy night!
The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared; Gift of infinite worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees!
Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine,
O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night divine!
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We wish you a Merry Christmas;
We wish you a Merry Christmas;
We wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year.
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin,
Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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Silent night! holy night!
All is calm, all is bright
round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy infant so tender and mild,
sleep in heavenly peace!
Silent night! holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight,
glories stream from heaven afar,
heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ, the Saviour, is born!
Silent night! holy night!
Son of God, love's pure light
radiant beams from Thy holy face,
with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down
And glory shone around.
"Fear not," said he for mighty dread
had seized their troubled mind.
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all man-kind."
"To you in David's town this day
Is born of David's line
The Savior who is Christ the Lord
And this shall be the sign:
The heav'nly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands
And in a manger laid"
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What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant king to own Him,
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
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