1 Abba, Father! we approach Thee Deerhurst Lux Eoi Abbot's Leigh 8.7.8.7.D. 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. Verse 1 of Hymn #2 Abba, Father! we adore Thee, Humbly now our homage pay: 'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee, Welcomed through the living way: This high honour we inherit, Thy free gift through Jesus' blood; God the Spirit, with our spirit, Witnesseth we're sons of God. 2 Abba, Father! we adore Thee Deehurst Lux Eoi Abbot's Leigh 8.7.8.7.D. Abba, Father! we adore Thee, Humbly now our homage pay: 'Tis Thy children's bliss to know Thee, Welcomed through the living way: This high honour we inherit, Thy free gift through Jesus' blood; God the Spirit, with our spirit, Witnesseth we're sons of God. Thine own purpose gave us being, When, in Christ, in that vast plan Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people E'en before the world began: O what love the Father bore us! O how precious in Thy sight! When Thou gav'st Thy Church to Jesus, Jesus, Son of Thy delight. Though our nature's fall in Adam Shut us wholly out from God, Thine eternal counsel brought us Nearer still, through Jesus' blood; For in Him we found redemption, Grace and glory in Thy Son; Oh, the height and depth of mercy! Christ and His redeemed are one. Hence, through all the changing seasons, Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe, Nothing changeth God's affections, Love divine shall bring us through; Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children Round the throne their anthems raise, And, in songs of rich salvation, Shout to God's eternal praise. 3 A mind at perfect peace with God Richmond C.M. A mind at perfect peace with God. Oh! what a word is this! A sinner reconciled through blood; This! this indeed is peace. By nature and by practice far, How very far from God! Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him. Through faith in Jesus' blood. So near, so very near to God, I cannot nearer be; For in the person of His Son I am as near as He. So dear, so very dear to God, More dear I cannot be; The love wherewith He loves the Son. Such is His love to me. Why should I ever careful be Since such a God is mine? He watches o'er me night and day, And tells me "Mine is thine." 4 Alas! and did my Savior bleed? Eden Sacra C.M. 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. c 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. 5 A Debtor to mercy alone Whitchurch 8.8.8.8.D. A Debtor to mercy alone, Of covenant mercy I sing, Nor fear, with God's righteousness on, My person and offerings to bring. The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; My 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. 6 A little while!" Our Lord shall come Giessen 8.8.8.8.8.8. "A little while!" Our Lord shall come. And we shall wander here no more; He'll take us to our Father's home, Where He for us has gone before, To dwell with Him, to see His face, And sing the glories of His grace. "A little while!" He'll come again: Let us the precious hours redeem; Our only grief to give Him pain, Our joy to serve and follow Him: Watching and ready may we be, As those who long their Lord to see. "A little while!" 'Twill soon be past: Why should we shun the shame and cross? O let us in His footsteps haste, Counting for Him all else but loss; Oh, how will recompense His smile The suffering of this little while! "A little while!" Come, 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. 7 Before the throne of God above Mainzer L.M. Before the throne of God above I have a strong, a perfect plea, A great High Priest, whose name is Love, Who ever lives and pleads for me. When Satan tempts me to despair, Telling of evil yet within, Upward I look, and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin. Because the sinless Savior died My sinful soul is counted free; For God, the Just, is satisfied To look on Him and pardon me. Behold him there! the once slain Lamb! My perfect, spotless Righteousness, The great unchangeable I AM, The King of glory and of grace. One with Himself, I cannot die; My soul is purchased by His blood; My life is hid with Christ on high, With Christ, my Savior and my God. 8 Behold! a spotless Victim dies Eden C.M. Behold! a spotless Victim dies, My surety on the tree; The Lamb of God, the Sacrifice, He gave Himself for me. Whatever curse was mine He bore; The wormwood and the gall, There, in that lone mysterious hour, My cup—He drained it all. Lord Jesus! Thou, and none beside, Its bitterness could know, Nor other tell Thy joy's full tide That from that cup shall flow. Thine is the joy, but yet 'tis mine. 'Tis ours as one with Thee; My joy flows from that grief of Thine; Thy death brings life to me! And while the ages roll along, This shall my glory be; And this the new and endless song, Thy love to us—to me. c Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save his own He suffered bled and died Alone, alone. 9 Brethren, let us join to bless Innocents 7.7.7.7. Brethren, let us join to bless Jesus Christ our joy and peace; Him, who bowed His head so low Underneath our load of woe. His the curse, the wounds, the gall, His the stripes—He bore them all; His the dying cry of pain When our sins He did sustain. He, the accepted Sacrifice, From the vanquished grave did rise; Free Himself, He set us free In His perfect liberty. Ransomed now, accepted, free, Safe from judgment, Lord, in Thee. We rejoice that God can bless All who do Thy name confess. Praise our God who willed it thus; Praise the Lamb who died for us; Praise the Father, through the Son, Who so vast a work hath done. 10 Beneath the Cross of Jesus Refuge P.M. 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. 11 Blessed be God, our God! Hereford New 6.10.10.6. Blessed be God, our God! Who gave for us His well-beloved Son, The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one; Blessed be God, our God! What will He not bestow? Who freely gave this mighty gift, unbought, Unmerited, unheaded, and unsought; What will He not bestow? He spared not His Son! 'Tis this that silences each rising fear, 'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear; He spared not His Son! Who shall condemn us now? Since Christ has died, and risen, and gone above For us to plead at the right hand of Love; Who shall condemn us now? 'Tis God that justifies! Who shall recall His pardon or His grace? Or who the broken chain of guilt replace? 'Tis God that justifies! The victory is ours! For us in might came forth the Mighty One, For us He fought the fight, the triumph won; The victory is ours! 12 Behold, what love, what boundless love Behold what Love P.M. Behold, what love, what boundless love The Father hath bestowed On sinners lost, that we should be Now called the sons of God. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. No longer far from Him, but now By precious blood made nigh; Accepted in the Well-beloved Near to God's heart we lie. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. What we in glory soon shall be It doth not yet appear; But when our precious Lord we see. We shall His image bear. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. With such a blessed hope in view We would more holy be, More like our risen, glorious Lord. Whose face we soon shall see. c Behold . . . what manner of love . . . what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we . . . . that we should be called . . . should be called the sons of God. 13 Bride of the Lamb, there is for thee Emmanuel C.M. Bride of the Lamb, there is for thee One only safe retreat; Where Jesus is thy heart should be, Thy home at His dear feet. When Satan tracks thy lonely way. There his temptations meet; In Jesus' presence watch and pray, Yea, conquer at His feet. Since thou has much to learn, e'en though Thou art in Christ complete, In grace and knowledge seek to grow By sitting at His feet. Through tribulation hasten on, With Christ the cross is sweet; The little while will soon be gone, Keep only at His feet. Bride of the Lamb, forget the past, Prepare the Lord to greet; 'Tis thine to share His throne, and cast Thy wreath before His feet. 14 Behold! Behold the Lamb of God Calvary P.M. 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. 15 Christians, go and tell of Jesus Tell of Jesus P.M. Christians, go and tell of Jesus, How He died to save our souls; How that He, from sin might free us, Suffered agonies untold. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell the guilty of their danger While they wander far from God; While they live to Christ a stranger, And reject His precious Word. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell them of the joys of heaven, Purchased by the Savior's blood, How, that they might be forgiven, Jesus left His home above. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. Tell them how He hath ascended To prepare a home on high, Where all sorrows shall be ended, Where the saved shall never die. c Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, The pure and holy, meek and lowly Jesus; Yes, we'll go and tell of Jesus, Who died our souls to save. 16 Christ the Lord is risen on high! Harts 7.7.7.7. Christ the Lord is risen on high! Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply; He endured the Cross, the grave, Sinners to redeem and save. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won! He Himself our ransom paid, Peace with God forever made. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell; Vain their efforts to enthrall, He has triumphed over all. Christ our Lord is risen indeed, Christ is now the Church's Head; Loud the song of triumph raise, Celebrate the Victor's praise. 17 Come, let us sing the matchless worth Piety 8.8.6.8.8.6. 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. 18 Crowned with thorns upon the tree Dunstan 7.7.7.7. Crowned with thorns upon the tree, Silent in Thine agony; Dying, crushed beneath the load Of the wrath and curse of God. On thy pale and suff'ring brow, Mystery of love and woe; On Thy grief and sore amaze, Savior, I would fix my gaze! On Thy pierced and bleeding breast Thou dost bid the weary rest; Rest there from the world's false ways, Rest there from its vanities. Rest in pardon and relief From the load of guilt and grief; Rest in Thy redeeming blood, Rest in perfect peace with God. Sin-atoning Sacrifice, Thou art precious in mine eyes; Thou alone my rest shall be, Now and through eternity. 19 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing Sharon 8.7.8.7. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise. Jesus sought me when a stranger Wandering from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interpose His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 20 Faint not, Christian! though the road Thanksgiving 7.7.7.7. 7.7.7.7.D. Faint not, Christian! though the road Leading to Thy blest abode Darksome be, and dang'rous too, Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through. Faint not, Christian! though in rage Satan doth thy soul engage; Take thee faith's anointed shield, Bear it to the battle-field. Faint not, Christian! though the world Hath its hostile flag unfurled; Hold the Cross of Jesus fast, Thou shalt overcome at last. Faint not, Christian! though within There's a heart so prone to sin; Christ, thy Lord, is over all, He'll not suffer thee to fall. Faint not, Christian! though thy God Smite thee with the chast'ning rod; Smite He must with Father's care, That He may His love declare. Faint not, Christian! Christ is near; Soon in glory He'll appear; Then shall end thy toil and strife, Death be swallowed up of life. 21 Glory, glory everlasting Regent Square 8.7.8.7.4.7. Glory, glory everlasting, Be to Him who bore the Cross, Who redeemed our souls by tasting Death, the death deserved by us! Spread His glory, Who redeemed His people thus. His is love, 'tis love unbounded, Without measure, without end; Human thought is here confounded, 'Tis too vast to comprehend! Praise the 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. 22 God's almighty arms are round me Evensong P.M. 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! 23 Great God of wonders! All Thy ways Linden 8.8.8.8.8.8. Great God of wonders! All Thy ways Display Thine attributes divine; But the bright glories of Thy grace Above Thine other wonders shine: Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Such deep transgressions to forgive! Such guilty, daring worms to spare! This is Thy grand prerogative, And in this honour none shall share: Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? Pardon, from an offended God! Pardon, for sins of deepest dye! Pardon, bestowed through Jesus' blood! Pardon, that brings the rebel nigh! Who is a pardoning God like Thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? 24 Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah Mannheim Cwm Rhondda 8.7.8.7.4.7. Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrims through this barren land; We are weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold us by Thy Powerful hand: Bread of heaven Feed us now and evermore. Open wide the living fountain Whence the healing waters flow; Be Thyself our cloudy pillar All the dreary desert through: Strong deliv'rer Be Thou still our strength and shield. While we tread this vale of sorrow May we in Thy love abide; Keep us, O our gracious 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 He leadeth me, O blessed thought! Leadeth L.M.D. He leadeth me, O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 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! 26 How bright that blessed hope! Worship 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. How bright that blessed hope! Jesus will come! Let us our heads lift up, Jesus will come! Morning so bright and clear, Mansions of God appear, Sin shall not enter there, Jesus will come. Him every eye shall see When He appears; Bright will the glory be When He appears; Soon shall the trumpet speak, Each sleeping saint awake, And that glad morning break When He appears. Raised unto glory then At His return; Joyous our song shall be At His return; Gathered around to Him All learn the heav'nly hymn; Jesus our joyful theme At His return. Full of this blessed hope Till He shall come; Let us the cross take up Till He shall come; Happy reproach to bear, Shame, for His sake, to share, Since we the crown shall wear When He shall come. 27 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord Hanover Montgomery 11.11.11.11. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word! What more can He say than to you He hath said, You who to the 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! 28 How good is the God we adore Celeste 8's 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. 29 I'm but a stranger here Pilgrim Song P.M. I'm but a stranger here; Heaven is my home! Earth is a desert drear; Heaven is my home! Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand; Heav'n is my fatherland, Heaven is my home. What though the tempest rage? Heaven is my home! Short is my pilgrimage; Heaven is my home! And time's wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast; I shall reach home at last; Heaven is my home. There at my 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. 30 I am a stranger here Homeward 6.6.6.6.4. I am a stranger here, No home, no rest I see; Not all men count most dear Should win a sigh from me: I'm going home. Savior, Thy home is mine, And I, Thy Father's child; With hopes and joys divine The world's a weary wild: I'm going home Home, O how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart! Home, where the brethren meet And never, never part: I'm going home. Home, where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of His love; Home, where the Father waits To welcome her above: I'm going home. And when the world looks cold, Which did my Lord revile, A lamb within the fold I can look up and smile: I'm going home. When earth's delusive charms Would snare my pilgrim feet, I'll fly to Jesus' arms And yet again repeat, I'm going home. Ah! Gently, gently lead, Along the painful way, Bid every word and deed And every look to say, I'm going home! 31 I'm waiting for Thee, Lord Jewels P.M. I'm waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord, I'm waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again. Thou'rt gone over there, Lord, A place to prepare, Lord, Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again. 'Mid danger and fear, Lord, I'm oft weary here, Lord; The day must be near of Thy coming again 'Tis all sunshine there, Lord, No sighing or care, Lord, But glory so fair at thy coming again. Whilst Thou art away, Lord, I stumble and stray, Lord; O hasten the day of Thy coming again! This is not my rest, Lord; A pilgrim confest, Lord, I wait to be blest at Thy coming again. Our loved ones before, Lord, Their troubles are o'er, Lord, I'll meet them once more at Thy coming again. The blood was the sign, Lord, That marked them as Thine, Lord, And brightly they'll shine at Thy coming again. E'en now let my ways, Lord, Be bright with Thy praise, Lord, For brief are the days ere Thy coming again. I'm waiting for Thee, Lord, Thy beauty to see, Lord; No triumph for me like Thy coming again. 32 I bow me to Thy will, O God Dunfermline C.M. I bow me to Thy will, O God, And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live I'd seek To please Thee more and more. Why should I care, O blessed Lord Since all my cares are Thine? Why not in triumph live, since Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine? Lead on, lead on triumphantly, O blessed Lord! Lead on; Faith's pilgrim sons behind Thee seek The road that Thou hast gone. He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost; God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. Ill that God blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His sweet will. 33 I have been at the altar and witnessed the Lamb It is Well P.M. I have been at the altar and witnessed the Lamb Burnt wholly to ashes for me; And watched its sweet savour ascending on high, Accepted, O Father, by Thee. And lo, while I gazed at the glorious sight, A voice from above reached mine ears: By this thine iniquity's taken away, And no trace of it on thee appears. An end of thy sin has been made for thee here By Him who its penalty bore; With blood it is blotted eternally out, And I will not remember it more. O Lord, I believe it with wonder and joy; Confirm, Thou, this precious belief; While daily I learn that I am in myself Of sinners the vilest and chief. 34 I heard the voice of Jesus say Vox Dilecti Kingsfold C.M. I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast. I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say. Behold, I freely give The living water: Thirsty one Stoop down, and drink, and live. I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's Light: Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till trav'lling days are done. 35 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine Surpassing 10.10.10.10. 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. 36 I will sing of my Redeemer My Redeemer P.M. I will sing of my Redeemer, And His wondrous love to me; On the cruel Cross He suffered, From the curse to set me free. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will tell the wondrous story, How my lost estate to save, In His boundless love and mercy He the ransom freely gave. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will praise my dear Redeemer, His triumphant power I'll tell; How the victory He giveth Over sin, and death, and Hell. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. I will sing of my Redeemer, And His heav'nly love to me; He from death to life hath brought me, Son of God, with him to be. c Sing, O sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me! On the Cross He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt and made me free. 37 I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! Friendship 8.7.8.7.D. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! He loved me ere I knew Him; He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him. And round my heart still closely twine Those ties which nought can sever, For I am Christ's and He is mine, For ever and for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! He bled, He died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me. Nought that I have, mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the Giver: My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are His, and His for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! All power to Him is given To guard me on my onward course And bring me safe to heaven. Th' eternal glories gleam afar To nerve my faint endeavour; So now to watch! To work! To war! And then to rest for ever. I've found a Friend; O such a Friend! So kind, and true, and tender, So wise a Counsellor and Guide, So mighty a Defender. From Him, who loves me now so well, What power my soul can sever? Shall life? Or death? shall earth? or hell? No! I am His for ever. 38 It may be at morn It may be at morn P.M. It may be at morn, When the day is awaking, When sunlight through darkness And shadow is breaking, That Jesus will come In the fullness of glory To receive from the world His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! It may be at midday, It may be at twilight, It may be, perchance, That the blackness of midnight Will burst into light In the blaze of His glory When Jesus receives His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! While 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. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! O joy! O delight! Should we go without dying; No sickness, no sadness, No dread, and no crying; Caught up through the clouds With our Lord into glory When Jesus receives His own. c O Lord Jesus, how long? How long—ere we shout the glad song? Christ returneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Amen! 39 Jesus is our Shepherd Goshen Kirkbradden 11.11.11.11. Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping ev'ry tear, Folded in His bosom what have we to fear? Only let us follow whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead. Jesus is our Shepherd, well we know His voice! How its gentlest whisper makes our hearts rejoice: Even when He chideth, tender is his tone; None but He shall guide us; we are His alone. Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep He bled; Ev'ry lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign. They that have My Spirit, these, saith He, are Mine. Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may ravin none can do us harm; If we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom, We shall fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb. Jesus is our Shepherd; with His goodness now, And His tender mercy, He doth us endow. Let us sing His praises with a gladsome heart Till in heaven we meet Him, nevermore to part. 40 Jesus is coming! Jesus is Coming P.M. Jesus is coming! Sing the glad word! Coming for those He redeemed by His blood, Coming to reign as the glorified Lord! Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! The dead shall arise, Loved ones shall meet in a joyful surprise, Caught up together to Him in the skies: Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! His saints to release; Coming to give to the warring earth peace; Sinning, and sighing, and sorrow, shall cease: Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! Jesus is coming! The promise is true; Who are the chosen, the faithful, the few Waiting and watching, prepared for review? Jesus is coming again! c Jesus is coming, is coming again! Jesus is coming again! Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain, Jesus is coming again! 41 Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary Balm 8.7.8.7.4.7. Jesus, Lord, I'm never weary Looking on Thy Cross and shame; Gazing there I seem so near Thee, Dear to me each throb of pain. Ever near Thee, Ling'ring here I would remain. Little cared I for the anguish Of Thy bitter, bitter cry; Left alone, Lord, there to languish, None to share Thy parting sigh. All forsaken! Left alone, O Lord, to die. Jesus, Savior, I have found Thee All my utmost need required; In Thyself, Lord, Thou hast found me All Thy loving heart desired. I would praise Thee From my soul by love inspired. All my sins were laid upon Thee, All my guilt was on Thee laid, And the blood of Thine atonement All my utmost debt has paid. Gracious 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 Jesus! Source of life eternal Altenburg P.M. Jesus! Source of life eternal, Jesus! Author of our breath Victor o'er the hosts infernal By defeat and shame and death. Thou through deepest tribulation Deigned to pass for our salvation: Thousand, thousand praises be, Lord of Glory, unto Thee. Thou, O Son of God, wert bearing Cruel mockings, hatred, scorn; Thou, the King of Glory, wearing, For our sake, the crown of thorn; Dying, Thou didst us deliver From the chains of sin for ever: Thousand, thousand praises be, Precious 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. 43 Jesus! what a Friend for sinners! J. Wilbur Chapman, 1910 Jesus! what a Friend for sinners! Jesus! Lover of my soul; Friends may fail me, foes assail me, He, my Savior, makes me whole. c Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! what a Strength in weakness! Let me hide myself in Him. Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing, He, my Strength, my victory wins. c Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! what a Help in sorrow! While the billows over me roll, Even when my heart is breaking, He, my Comfort, helps my soul. c Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper! While the tempest still is high, Storms about me, night overtakes me, He, my Pilot, hears my cry. c Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. Jesus! I do now receive [or, adore] Him, More than all in Him I find. He hath granted me forgiveness, I am His, and He is mine. c Hallelujah! what a Savior! Hallelujah! what a Friend! Saving, helping, keeping, loving, He is with me to the end. 44 Kept, safely kept Patience 4.6.8.8.4. Kept, safely kept; My fears away are swept; In weakness to my God I cling, Though foes be strong I calmly sing, Kept, safely kept. Kept by His power, Whatever dangers lower The strength of God's almighty arm Doth shield my soul from every harm, Kept by His power. Through simple faith, Believing what He saith, Unshaken on my God I lean, And realise His power unseen, But known to faith. Kept all the way, E'en to salvation's day, His mighty love ne'er cold shall wax, Nor shall His pow'rful grasp relax, Through all the way. 45 Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee Deerhurst 8.7.8.7.D. Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee While upon Thy face we gaze; There the Father's love and glory Shine in all their brightest rays. Thine almighty power and wisdom All creation's works proclaim; Heaven and earth alike confess Thee As the ever great I AM. Lamb of God! Thy Father's bosom Ever was Thy dwelling-place; His delight, in Him rejoicing, One with Him in power and grace: O what wondrous love and mercy! Thou didst lay Thy glory by And for us didst come from heaven, As the Lamb of God, to die. Lamb of God! when we behold Thee Lowly in the manger laid; Wand'ring as a homeless stranger In the world Thy hands had made; When we see Thee in the garden In Thine agony of blood; At Thy grace we are confounded, Holy, spotless Lamb of God. When we see Thee, as the Victim, Bound to the accursed tree, For our guilt and folly stricken, All our judgment borne by Thee. Lord, we own, with hearts adoring, Thou hast loved us unto blood; Glory, glory everlasting Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God! 46 Lamb of God! Thou now art seated Sydney 8.7.8.7.D. Lamb of God! Thou now art seated High upon Thy Father's throne; All Thy gracious work completed, All Thy mighty vict'ry won. Every knee in heaven is bending To the Lamb for sinners slain; Every voice and harp is swelling, "Worthy is the Lamb to reign." Lord, in all Thy pow'r and glory, Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here, Watching o'er Thy ransomed people To Thy gracious heart so dear. Thou for us art interceding, Everlasting is Thy love; And a blessed rest preparing In the Father's house above. Lamb of God! Thou soon in glory Wilt to this sad earth return; All Thy foes shall quake before Thee, All that now despise Thee mourn; Then Thy saints all gathered to Thee With Thee in Thy kingdom reign; Thine the praise, and Thine the glory Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 47 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious Regent Square 8.7.8.7.4.7. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow: Crown Him! crown Him! Crowns become the Victor's brow. Crown the 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. 48 Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing! Munich 7.6.7.6.D. Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing! How dear Thou art to me! Are cares or fears assailing? I find my strength in Thee: Why should my feet grow weary Of this my pilgrim way? Rough though the path and dreary, It ends in perfect day. Nought, nought I count as pleasure, Compared, O Christ, with Thee; Thy sorrow without measure Earned peace and joy for me. I love to own, Lord Jesus, Thy claims o'er me divine; Bought with Thy blood most precious Whose can I be but Thine? What fills my heart with gladness? 'Tis Thy abounding grace! Where can I look in sadness, But, 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. 49 Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine Jesus, I love Thee 11's 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! 50 Lord! to Thee my heart ascending Sychar 8.7.8.7.3. Lord! to Thee my heart ascending For Thy mercy full and free, Thankful sings for grace transcending, Grace vouchsafed to sinful me, Even me. Even me. Grace vouchsafed to sinful me. Holy Father! who with yearning Of eternal love didst see Hatred in my bosom burning, Thou didst give Thy Son for me, Even me. Even me. Thou didst give Thy Son for me. Precious 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. 51 Lord Jesus, Thou who only art Giessen 8.8.8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, Thou who only art The endless source of purest joy, O come and fill this longing heart; May nought but Thee my thoughts employ Teach me on Thee to fix my eye, For none but Thee can satisfy. The joys of earth can never fill The heart that's tasted of Thy love; No portion would I seek until I reign with Thee, my Lord above, When I shall gaze upon Thy face, And know more fully all Thy grace. When from Thy radiant throne on high Thou didst my fall and ruin see, Thou cam'st on earth for me to die That I might share that throne with Thee. Loved with an everlasting love, My hopes, my joys are all above. O what is all that earth can give? I'm called to share in God's own joy; Dead to the world, in Thee I live, In Thee I've bliss without alloy: Well may I earthly joys resign; All things are mine, and I am Thine! Till Thou shalt come to take me home Be this my one ambition, Lord, Self, sin, the world, to overcome, Fast clinging to Thy faithful Word; More of Thyself each day to know, And more into Thine image grow. 52 Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy love David 8.8.8.8. Lord Jesus, to tell of Thy love Our souls shall for ever delight, And join with the blessed above In praises by day and by night. Wherever we follow Thee, Lord, Admiring, adoring, we see That love which was stronger than death Flow out without limit, and free. Descending from glory on high, With men Thy delight was to dwell; Contented, our Surety to die, By dying to save us from hell. Enduring the grief and the shame, And bearing our sins on the Cross, O who would not boast of Thy love, And count the world's glory but dross. 53 Lord, we are Thine: our God Thou art Hour of Prayer L.M.D. Lord, we are Thine: our God Thou art, Fashioned and made we are by Thee; These curious frames! in every part Thy wisdom, power, and love we see; Each breath we draw, each pulse that beats, Each organ formed by skill divine, Each precious sense aloud repeats Great God, that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: in Thee we live, Supported by Thy tender care; Thou dost each hourly mercy give; Thine earth we tread, we breathe Thine air; Raiment and food Thou dost supply; Thy sun's bright rays around us shine: Guarded by Thine all-seeing eye, We own that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: bought by Thy blood: Once the poor guilty slaves of sin; Thou didst redeem us to our God, And made Thy Spirit dwell within. Thou hast our sinful wand'rings borne With love and patience all divine: As brands, then, from the burning torn We own that we are only Thine. Lord, we are Thine: Thy claims we own, Ourselves to Thee we humbly give; Reign Thou within our hearts alone, And make us to Thy glory live. Here let us each Thy mind display, In all Thy brilliant virtues shine; And haste that long-expected day When Thou shalt own that we are Thine. 54 May the grace of Christ our Savior Sharon 8.7.8.7. May the grace of Christ our Savior, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth can ne'er afford. 55 Man of Sorrows! what a name Marah 7.7.7.8. Man of Sorrows! what a name For the Son of God, who came Ruined sinners to reclaim! Hallelujah! what a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude In my place condemned He stood; Sealed my pardon with His blood: Hallelujah! what a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless, we; Spotless Lamb of God was He: Full atonement, can it be? Hallelujah! what a Savior! Lifted up was He to die, It is finished, was His cry; Now in heaven exalted high: Hallelujah! what a Savior! When He comes, our glorious King, All His ransomed home to bring, Then anew this song we'll sing: Hallelujah! what a Savior! 56 My chains are snapt, the bonds of sin are broken Palm 11.4.11.4. My chains are snapt, the bonds of sin are broken, And I am free; O let the triumphs of His grace be spoken, Who died for me. O death! O grave! I do not dread your power, The ransom's paid; On Jesus, in that dark and dreadful hour, My guilt was laid. Yes, Jesus bore it, bore, in love unbounded, What none can know; He passed through death and gloriously confounded Our every foe. And now He's risen, proclaim the joyful story, The Lord's on high; And we in Him are raised to endless glory, And ne'er can die. We wait to see the Morning Star appearing In glory bright; This blessed hope illumes, with beams most cheering, The hours of night. 57 My God, I am Thine Thine the Glory P.M. My God, I am Thine; What a comfort divine! What a blessing to know That Jesus is mine! c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart doth rejoice At the sound of His Name. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. My Savior to know, And feel His love flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'Tis heaven below. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast; That, that is the fulness, But this is the taste. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens, In Jesus' own love. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. 58 My God! what cords of love are Thine Belmont C.M. My God! what cords of love are Thine, How gentle, yet how strong! Thy truth and grace their power combine To draw our souls along. The guilt of twice ten thousand sins One moment takes away; And when the fight of faith begins Our strength is as our day. Comfort, through all this vale of tears, In blest profusion flows; And glory of unnumbered years Eternity bestows. Drawn by such cords we'll onward move Till round the throne we meet, And, captives in the chain of love, Embrace our Savior's feet. 59 Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow, Hold the Fort 8.5.8.5.D Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow, One bright gleam I see; Well I know the blessed morrow Christ will come for me. 'Midst the light, and peace, and glory Of the Father's home Christ for me is waiting, watching, Waiting till I come. Long the blessed Guide has led me By the desert road; Now I see the golden towers, City of my God. There, amidst the love and glory, He is waiting yet; On His hand a name is graven He can ne'er forget. There, amidst the songs of heaven, Sweeter to His ear Is the footfall through the desert Ever drawing near. There, made ready are the mansions Glorious, bright and fair; But the Bride the Father gave Him Still is wanting there. Who is this who comes to meet me On the desert way, As the Morning Star foretelling God's unclouded day? He it is who came to win me On the Cross of shame; In His glory well I know Him Evermore the same. O the blessed joy of meeting All the desert past! O the wondrous words of greeting He shall speak at last! He and I together ent'ring Those bright courts above; He and I together sharing All the Father's love. Where no shade nor stain can enter, Nor the gold be dim; In that holiness unsullied I shall walk with Him. Meet companion, then, for Jesus, From Him, for Him made; Glory of God's grace for ever There in me displayed. He, who in the hour of sorrow Bore the curse alone; I, who through the lonely desert Trod where He had gone. He and I in that bright glory One deep joy shall share; Mine to be forever with Him, His, that I am there. 60 My Shepherd is the Lamb, Zurich S.M. My Shepherd is the Lamb, The living Lord who died; With all things good I ever am By Him in love supplied. He richly feeds my soul With blessings from above, And leads me where the rivers roll Of everlasting love. His love so full, so free! Anoints my head with oil; Goodness and mercy follow me, Fruit of His grief and toil. When faith and hope shall cease, And love abides alone, I then shall see Him face to face, And know as I am known. 61 My God, I have found Thine the Glory P.M. My God, I have found The thrice blessed ground, Where life, and where joy, And true comfort abound. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. 'Tis found in the blood Of Him who once stood My refuge and safety, My surety with God. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. He bore on the tree The sentence for me, And now both the surety And sinner are free. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. Accepted I am In the once-offered Lamb; It was God who Himself Had devised the plan. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And though here below, 'Mid sorrow and woe, My place is in heaven With Jesus, I know. c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again. And this I shall find, For such is His mind, "He'll not be in glory And leave me behind" c Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! soon the glory. Come, Savior, again! 62 My hope is built on nothing less Eaton 8.8.8.8.8.8. My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' Name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness seems to veil His face I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. His oath, His covenant and blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way He then is all my hope and stay. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. 63 My Redeemer! O what beauties Regent Square 8.7.8.7.4.7. My Redeemer! O what beauties In that lovely Name appear; None but Jesus, in His glories, Shall the honoured title wear. My Redeemer! Thou 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. 64 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here Judah 11.11.11.11. My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when trials are near? Be hushed my sad spirit, the worst that can come But shortens the journey and hastens me home. It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, And building my hopes in a region like this; I look for a city which hands have not piled; I pant for a country by sin undefiled. The winds of affliction around me may blow, And dash my lone barque as I'm sailing below; I smile at the storm as I lean on His breast, And soon I shall land in the haven of rest. Let trial and danger my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close; Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, A home with my God will make up for it all. With Christ in my heart, and His Word in my hand, I travel in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, So I journey on singing the conqueror's song. 65 My God, my Father, while I stray Troyte's Chant 8.8.8.4. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done. If dark my path and hard my lot, May I be still and murmur not; But breathe the prayer divinely taught Thy will be done. If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize—it ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what is Thine: Thy will be done. Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father! help me still to say, Thy will be done. Control my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done. And when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing on heaven's blissful shore, Thy will be done. 66 Now I have found a Friend Worship 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Now I have found a Friend, Jesus is mine; His love shall never end, Jesus is mine; Though earthly joys decrease, Though human friendships cease, Now I have lasting peace, Jesus is mine. Though I grow poor and old, Jesus is mine; He will my faith uphold, Jesus is mine; He will my wants supply, His precious blood is nigh, Nought can my hope destroy, Jesus is mine. Farewell, mortality! Jesus is mine; Welcome, eternity! Jesus is mine. He my redemption is, Wisdom and righteousness, Life, light, and holiness, Jesus is mine. Father! Thy Name I bless, Jesus is mine; Thine was the sovereign grace, Praise shall be Thine; Spirit of holiness, Sealing the Father's grace, He made my soul embrace Jesus as mine. 67 Now, in a song of grateful praise Ernan L.M. Now, in a song of grateful praise, To Christ my Lord my voice I'll raise; With all His saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus has done all things well. All worlds His glorious power confess His wisdom all His works express; But O, His love what tongue can tell? My Jesus has done all things well. How sovereign, wonderful and free Has been His love to sinful me! He plucked me from the jaws of hell; My Jesus has done all things well. I spurned His grace, I broke His laws, And yet He undertook my cause, To save me, though I did rebel; My Jesus has done all things well. Though many a fiery, flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart, With this I all his rage repel; My Jesus has done all things well. And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. 68 O blessed Lord, what has Thou done! St. Bernard C.M. O blessed Lord, what has Thou done! How vast a ransom paid! God's only well-beloved Son Upon the alter laid. The Father, in His willing love, Could spare Thee from His side; And Thou couldst stoop, to bear above, At such a cost, Thy Bride. While our full hearts in faith repose Upon Thy precious blood, Peace in a steady current flows, Filled from Thy mercy's flood. What boundless joy will fill each heart, Our every grief efface, When we behold Thee as Thou art, And all Thy love retrace. Unseen we love Thee, dear Thy Name! But when our eyes behold, With joyful wonder we'll proclaim The half hath not been told. 69 O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! St. Marnock's 8.6.8.6.8.6 O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! Our load was laid on Thee; Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead, Bear'st all my ill for me. A victim led, Thy blood was shed; Now there's no load for me. Death and the curse were in our cup, O Christ, 'twas full for Thee! But Thou 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. 70 O Christ! in Thee my soul hath found Satisfaction C.M.D. O Christ! in Thee my soul hath found, And found in Thee alone, The peace, the joy I sought so long, The bliss till now unknown. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. I sighed for rest and happiness, I yearned for them, not Thee; But while I passed my Savior by His love laid hold on me. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. I tried the broken cisterns, Lord, But, ah! the waters failed; E'en as I stooped to drink they fled, And mocked me as I wailed. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. The pleasures lost I sadly mourned, But never wept for Thee, Till grace the sightless eyes received Thy loveliness to see. c Now none but Christ can satisfy, None other Name for me; There's love, and life, and lasting joy, Lord Jesus, found in Thee. 71 O Christ, Thou heavenly Lamb! Swabia S.M. O Christ, Thou heavenly Lamb! Joy of the Father's heart; Now let Thy love my soul inflame, Fresh power to me impart. Power to know the loss Suffered, O Lord, by Thee; Power to glory in the Cross Thou didst endure for me. Power to feel Thy love, And all its depths to know; Power to fix the heart above, And die to all below. Power to keep the eye From Satan's mighty hold; Power to lift the warning cry To souls from wrath to flee. Power lost souls to win From Satan's mighty hold; Power the wanderers to bring Back to the heavenly fold. Power to watch and pray, "Lord Jesus, quickly come!" Power to hail the happy day Destined to bear me home. Lord Jesus, then to me Power divine impart, To swell redemption's song to Thee, For worthy, Lord, Thou art. 72 O blessed God! How kind Lennox 6.6.6.6.8.8. O blessed God! How kind Are all Thy ways to me, Whose dark benighted mind Was enmity with Thee. Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace, My spirit longs for Thine embrace. How precious are Thy thoughts That o'er my spirit roll! They swell beyond my faults, And captivate my soul: How great their sum, how high they rise, Can ne'er be known beneath the skies. Preserved by Jesus, when My feet made haste to hell! And there should I have gone, But Thou dost all things well: Thy love was great, Thy mercy free, Which from the pit delivered me. Before Thy hands had made The sun to rule the day, Or earth's foundation laid, Or fashioned Adam's clay, What thoughts of peace and mercy flowed In Thy great heart of love, O God. A monument of grace, A sinner saved by blood, The streams of love I trace Up to the fountain, God, And in His sovereign counsels see Eternal thoughts of love to me. 73 O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore Consolation 11's 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. 74 O God of matchless grace Pisgah 6.6.8.6.8.8. O God of matchless grace, We sing unto Thy Name! We stand accepted in the place That none but Christ could claim. Our willing hearts have heard Thy voice, And in Thy mercy we rejoice. 'Tis meet that Thy delight Should centre in Thy Son; That Thou shouldst place us in Thy sight, In Him, Thy Holy One. Thy perfect love has cast out fear; Thy favour shines upon us here. Eternal is our rest, O Christ of God, in Thee! Now of Thy peace, Thy joy possessed, We wait Thy face to see. Now to the Father's heart received, We know in whom we have believed. A sacrifice to God In life or death are we; Then keep us ever, blessed Lord, Thus set apart to Thee. Bought with a price, we're not our own; We died, we live to God alone. 75 O head, once filled with bruises Aurelia 7.6.7.6.D. O head, once filled with bruises, Oppressed with pain and scorn, O'erwhelmed with sore abuses, Mocked with a crown of thorn! O Head, to death once wounded In shame upon the tree, In glory now surrounded With brightest majesty. Thou Lord of all transcendent, Thou life-creating Sun To worlds on Thee dependent, Yet bruised and spit upon! O Lord! what Thee tormented Was 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. 76 O happy day, that fixed my choice Happy Day P.M. O happy day, that fixed my choice On Thee, my Savior and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice And tell its raptures all abroad. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. 'Tis done—the great transaction's done! I am my Lord's and He is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from Thy Lord depart, With Him of every good possessed. c Happy day! Happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. 77 O Christ! He is the fountain Rutherford 7.6.7.6.D. O Christ! He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above; There, to an ocean's fulness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Emmanuel'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 Emmanuel'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 Emmanuel'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 Emmanuel's land. 78 O for a thousand tongues to sing Old Winchester P.M. O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace! My gracious Master and my God, assist me to proclaim, to spread thro' all the earth abroad the honors of your name. Jesus! the name that charms our fears, that bids our sorrows cease, 'tis music in the sinner's ears, 'tis life and health and peace. He breaks the power of cancelled sin, he sets the prisoner free; his blood can make the foulest clean; his blood availed for me. To God all glory, praise, and love be now and ever given by saints below and saints above, the Church in earth and heaven. 79 O for the peace that floweth as a river! Shemah 11.10.11.10. O for the peace that floweth as a river! Making life's desert places bloom and smile; O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright "for ever"! Amid the shadows of earth's "little while." "A little while" for patient vigil keeping, To face the storm and wrestle with the strong; "A little while" to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song. "A little while" the earthen pitcher taking To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed; Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking Beside the 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. 80 O teach us more of Thy blest ways Eden Abridge C.M. O teach us more of Thy blest ways, Thou holy Lamb of God! And fix and root us in Thy grace, As those redeemed by blood. O tell us often of Thy love, Of all Thy grief and pain! And let our hearts with joy confess That thence comes all our gain. For this, O may we freely count Whate'er we have but loss! The dearest object of our love Compared with Thee but dross. Engrave this deeply on our heart, Conform our ways to Thine, That so we may, in some degree, Reflect the light divine. 81 O Lamb of God! still keep me Aurelia Kilmorey 7.6.7.6.D. O Lamb of God! still keep me Near to Thy wounded side; 'Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. What foes and snares surround me! What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. 'Tis only in Thee hiding I know my life secure; Only in Thee abiding I steadfast shall endure. Thine arm the victory gaineth O'er every hurtful foe; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its cares and woe. Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture face to face; The half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace. Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above. 82 O love divine, how sweet Thou art! Marienberg 8.8.6.8.8.6. O love divine, how sweet Thou art! When shall I find my longing heart All taken up by Thee? O may I pant and thirst to prove The greatness of redeeming love! The love of Christ to me. God only knows the love of God: O that it more were shed abroad In this poor longing heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part. O that I may for ever sit, Like Mary, at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice; My only care, my only bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice. O that I may like favoured John Recline my wearied head upon My Savior's loving breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest. 83 O God, our help in ages past St. Anne St. Magnus C.M. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. 84 O what a Savior that He died for me! Verily, Verily P.M. O what a Savior that He died for me! From condemnation He hath made me free; He that believeth on the Son saith He, Hath everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. All my iniquities on Him were laid, All my indebtedness by Him was paid; All who believe on Him, the Lord hath said, Have everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. Though poor and needy I can trust my Lord; Though weak and sinful I believe His Word; O glad message! every child of God Hath everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. Though all unworthy, yet I will not doubt; For him that cometh He will not cast out; He that believeth, O the good news shout! HATH everlasting life. c Verily, verily, I say unto you; Verily, verily, message ever new! He that believeth on the Son, 'tis true. Hath everlasting life. 85 O Our Savior, crucified! Battishill 7.7.7.7. O Our Savior, crucified! Near Thy Cross would we abide, There to look with steadfast eye On Thy dying agony. Jesus bruised and put to shame Tells us all Jehovah's Name; God is love, we surely know By the Savior's depths of woe. In His spotless soul's distress We perceive our guiltiness; O how vile our low estate Since our ransom was so great. Dwelling on Mount Calvary Contrite shall our spirits be; Rest and holiness shall find, Fashioned like our Savior's mind. 86 Once more before we part Broadlands 6.6.6.6.D. Once more before we part, Bless the Redeemer's Name; Let every tongue and heart Praise and adore the Lamb. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. Lord, in Thy grace we came; That blessing still impart; We met in Jesus' Name; In Jesus' Name we part. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. Still on Thy holy Word We'd live, and feed, and grow; Go on to know the Lord, And practice what we know. c Jesus, the sinner's Friend, Him whom our souls adore, His praises have no end; Praise Him for evermore. 87 One there is above all others; Tenderness P.M. One there is above all others; O how He loves! His is love beyond a brother's; O how He loves! Earthly friends may fail or leave us, One day soothe, the next day grieve us, But this Friend will ne'er deceive us; O how He loves! 'Tis eternal life to know Him; O how He loves! Think, O think how much we owe Him; O how He loves! With His precious blood He bought us, In the wilderness He sought us, To His fold He safely brought us; O how He loves! We have found a friend in Jesus; O how He loves! 'Tis His great delight to bless us; O how He loves! How our hearts delight to hear Him Bid us dwell in safety near Him! Why should we distrust or fear Him? O how He loves! Through His Name we are forgiven; O how He loves! Backward shall our foes be driven; O how He loves! Best of blessings He'll provide us; Nought but good shall e'er betide us; Safe to glory He will guide us; O how He loves! 88 Our times are in Thy hand Boylston S.M. Our times are in Thy hand; Father, we wish them there! Our life, our souls, our all we leave Entirely to Thy care. Our times are in Thy hand, Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. Our times are in Thy hand; Why should we doubt or fear? Our Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. Our times are in Thy hand, Jesus the crucified! The hand our many sins have pierced Is now our guard and guide. Our times are in Thy hand, O Lord, our Advocate! Nor is that hand outstretched in vain For us to supplicate. Our times are in Thy hand; We'll always trust in Thee, Till we have left this weary land And all Thy glory see. 89 Our Lord is now rejected Crowning Day P.M. Our Lord is now rejected And by the world disowned, By the many still neglected And by the few enthroned; But soon He'll come in glory! The hour is drawing nigh, For the crowning day is coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. The heavens shall glow with splendour; But brighter far than they The saints shall shine in glory As Christ shall them array: The beauty of the Savior Shall dazzle every eye In the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. Our pain shall then be over, We'll sin and sigh no more; Behind us all our sorrow, And nought but joy before. A joy in our Redeemer As we to Him are nigh, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. Let all who look for "hasten" The coming joyful day By earnest consecration To walk the narrow way; By gathering in the lost ones For whom our Lord did die, For the crowning day that's coming By and by. c O the crowning day is coming! Is coming by and by! When our Lord shall come in power And glory from on high! O the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming By and by. 90 Ours are peace and joy divine Love of Christ P.M. 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." c 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." c 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." c 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." c Love of Christ, love of Christ, When He comes we then shall know All "the love of Christ." 91 O what shall we feel in Thy presence when first Hiding in Thee 11.11.11.11. O what shall we feel in Thy presence when first The visions of glory upon us shall burst! Since now our soul longeth and seeketh for Thee; O when, blessed 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. 92 Praise Him! praise Him! Praise Him 12.10.12.10.D. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! Sing, ye saints! His wonderful love proclaim; Hail Him! hail Him! mightiest angels in glory, Strength and honour give to His holy Name. Like a shepherd Jesus will feed His people, In His arms He carries them all day long; O ye saints that dwell in the light of His presence Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer! For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died; He's our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation, Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the crucified. Loving 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. 93 Praise, praise ye the Name of Jehovah Salvation P.M. Praise, praise ye the Name of Jehovah, our God; Declare, O declare ye His glories abroad; Proclaim ye His mercy from nation to nation Till the uttermost islands have heard His salvation. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Praise, praise ye the Lamb who for sinners was slain, Who went down to the grave and ascended again; And who soon shall return, when these dark days are o'er, To set up His kingdom in glory and power. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Then the heavens, the earth, and the sea shall rejoice; The fields and the forests shall lift the glad voice; The sands of the desert shall flourish in green, And Lebanon's glory be shed o'er the scene. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. Her bridal attire and her festal array All Nature shall wear on that glorious day; For her King cometh down with His people to reign, And His presence shall bless her with Eden again. c For His love floweth on free and full as a river, And His mercy endureth for ever and ever. 94 Praise the Lord, who died to save us Neander 8.7.8.7.4.7. Praise the Lord, who died to save us, Praise His ever gracious Name; Praise Him that He lives to bless us, Now and evermore the same: Blessed 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. 95 Praise the Savior, ye who know Him! Orphrah 8.8.8.5. Praise the Savior, ye who know Him! Who can tell how much we owe Him? Gladly let us render to Him All we are and have. Jesus is the Name that charms us, He for conflict fits and arms us; Nothing moves, and nothing harms us When we trust in Him. Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever; He is faithful, changing never; Neither force nor guile can sever Those He loves from Him. Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving To Thyself, and still believing, Till the hour of our receiving Promised joys in heaven. Then we shall be where we would be, Then we shall be what we should be, That which is not now, nor could be, Then shall be our own. 96 Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus Gotha 8.7.8.7. Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus, Jesus fills Thy wond'ring eyes; See Him now in glory seated, Where thy sins no more can rise. There, in righteousness transcendent, Lo! He doth in heaven appear, Shows the blood of His atonement As thy title to be there. All thy sins were laid upon Him, Jesus bore them on the tree; God who knew them, laid them on Him, And, believing, thou art free. God now brings thee to His dwelling, Spreads for thee His feast divine, Bids thee welcome, ever telling What a portion there is thine. In that circle of God's favour, Circle of the Father's love, All is rest, and rest for ever, All is perfectness above. Blessed, glorious word "forever!" Yea, "forever!" is the word; Nothing can the ransomed sever, Nought divide them from the Lord. 97 "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" Silchester S.M. "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice which wakes the dead, And make Thy people hear. "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smould'ring embers, Lord, By Thine almighty breath. "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hung'ring for the Bread of Life O may our spirits be! "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" Give power unto Thy Word; Grant that Thy blessed Gospel may In living faith be heard. "Revive Thy work, O Lord!" And give refreshing showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours! 98 Safe in the arms of Jesus Faith 7.6.7.6.D. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Jesus, my heart's dear refuge! Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er, Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. c Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There, by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. 99 Savior, more than life to me Myrrh P.M. Savior, more than life to me I am clinging, clinging close to Thee; Let Thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near Thy side. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. Through this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting Thee I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. Let me love Thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love In a brighter, brighter world above. c Every day, every hour, Let me feel Thy cleansing power; May Thy tender love to me Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee. 100 Savior, Thy Name I love! Worship 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. 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, Jesus, my Lord. Thou blessed Son of God, Jesus, my Lord! Hast bought me with Thy blood, Jesus, my Lord! O how great is Thy love, All other loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus, my Lord. When unto Thee I flee, Jesus, my Lord! Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care? Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord. Soon Thou wilt come again, Jesus, my Lord! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then, Thine own face I'll see; Then I shall like Thee be; Then evermore with Thee Jesus, my Lord. 101 Simply trusting every day Trust 7.7.7.7.D. Simply trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While He leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Singing, if my way is clear, Praying, if the path is drear; If in danger, for Him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting Him whate'er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all. c Trusting Him while life shall last, Trusting Him till earth is past, Till within the jasper wall; Trusting Jesus, that is all. 102 Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding Neander 8.7.8.7.4.7. Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding, Ransomed souls, the tidings swell; 'Tis a deep that knows no sounding; Who its breadth or length can tell? On its glories Let my soul for ever dwell. What from Christ the soul can sever, Bound by everlasting bands? Once in Him, in Him for ever, Thus the eternal covenant stands; None shall pluck thee From the Strength of Israel's hands. Heirs of God, joint-heirs with Jesus Long ere time its race began; To His Name eternal praises, O what wonders love hath done! One with Jesus; By eternal union one. On such love, my soul, still ponder, Love so great, so rich, so free! Say, while lost in holy wonder, Why, O Lord, such love to me? Hallelujah! Grace shall reign eternally. 103 Savior, through the desert lead us! Mannheim 8.7.8.7.4.7. 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! 104 Sweet is the savour of His Name Mainzer L.M. Sweet is the savour of His Name Who suffered in His people's stead; His portion here, reproach and shame: He liveth now; He once was dead. He once was dead; the very same Who sits on yonder throne above; Who bears in heaven the greatest Name, Whom angels serve, whom angels love. He once was dead; the very same Who made the worlds—a work of power, Who now upholds the mighty frame, And keeps it till the final hour. He once was dead; but now He lives, His glory fills all heaven above; Its blessedness to heaven He gives. The fountain He of joy and love. His people shall His triumph share, With Him shall live, and with Him reign; In heaven their joy is full, for there They see the Lamb for sinners slain. 105 Sweeter sounds than music knows Innocents 7.7.7.7. Sweeter sounds than music knows Charm me in Emmanuel's Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, His Cross, His shame. When He came, the angels sang, "Glory be to God on high!" Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who should louder sing than I? Did the Lord a man become That He might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room; And canst thou, my tongue, be still? No! I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are and weak, For should I refuse to sing Sure the very stones would speak. O my Savior, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Counsellor, and Friend! Every precious name in one; I will love Thee without end. 106 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing Sharon 8.7.8.7. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross we spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. Here we rest, in wonder viewing All our sins on Jesus laid, And a full redemption flowing From the sacrifice He made. Here we find the dawn of heaven, While upon the Cross we gaze, See our trespasses forgiven, And our songs of triumph raise. O that near the Cross abiding, We may to the Savior cleave! Nought with Him our hearts dividing, All for Him content to leave. May we still, the Cross discerning, There for peace and comfort go; There new wonders daily learning, All the depths of mercy know. 107 Take the world, but give me Jesus Nain 8.7.8.7.D. Take the world, but give me Jesus, All its joys are but a name; But His love abideth ever, Through eternal years the same. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fulness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, Sweetest comfort of my soul; With my Savior watching o'er me I can sing, though billows roll. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fulness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, Let me see His constant smile; Then throughout my pilgrim journey Light will cheer me all the while. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fulness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. Take the world, but give me Jesus, In His Cross my trust shall be, Till, with clearer, brighter vision, Face to face my Lord I see. c O the height and depth of mercy! O the length and breadth of love! O the fulness of redemption, Pledge of endless life above. 108 The Cross! the Cross! the blood-stained Cross! Joshua C.M. The Cross! the Cross! the blood-stained Cross! The Cross of Christ I see, It tells me of that precious blood That once was shed for me. The wrath! the wrath! the awful wrath That Jesus felt for me! When bearing my sin's heavy load He died on Calvary. But Jesus lives! the Savior lives! In heaven He pleads for me; And boldly I approach to God, His blood my only plea. The crown! the crown! the glorious crown! The crown of victory! The crown of life! it shall be mine When I the Savior see. He comes! He comes! the Savior comes! Who bled and died for me; Then will I sing, with rapture sing, When gazing, Lord, on Thee. 109 The Cross! the Cross! Standard P.M. The Cross! the Cross! The Christian's only glory; I see the standard rise: (2x for Yarmouth) March on, march on, The Cross of Christ before thee; That Cross all hell defies. The Cross! the Cross! Redemption's standard raising; I see the banner wave: (2x for Yarmouth) Sing on, sing on, Salvation's Captain praising; 'Tis Christ alone can save. The Crown! the Crown! Ah, who at last shall gain it? That Cross a crown affords. (2x for Yarmouth) Press on, press on, With courage to obtain it: The battle is the Lord's. 110 The Gospel of Thy grace Gospel of Thy Grace P.M. The Gospel of Thy grace My stubborn heart has won; For God so loved the world He gave His only Son, c That "Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!" Shall everlasting life receive! The serpent "lifted up" Could life and healing give, So Jesus on the Cross Bids me to look and live. c That "Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!" Shall everlasting life receive! "The soul that sinneth dies;" My awful doom I heard; I was for ever lost, But for Thy gracious word. c That "Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!" Shall everlasting life receive! "Not to condemn the world" The "Man of Sorrows" came, But that the world might have Salvation through His Name. c That "Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!" Shall everlasting life receive! "Lord, help my unbelief!" Give me the peace of faith To rest with child-like trust On what Thy gospel saith. c That "Whosoever will believe, Shall everlasting life receive!" Shall everlasting life receive! 111 The God of Abraham praise Leoni 6.6.8.4.D. The God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above, Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love. Jehovah, great I AM! By earth and heaven confessed, I bow and bless the sacred Name, For ever blessed. The God of Heaven praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek my joys At His right hand. He calls me to forsake Earth's wisdom, fame, and power, And Him my only portion make, My shield and tower. The God of 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. 112 There is a fountain filled with blood Evan C.M. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy wounds supplied for me, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall for ever be. Soon, in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, And with the heavenly, blood-bought throng My palm of victory wave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me. 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other Name than Thine. 113 The love that Jesus had for me Love P.M. The love that Jesus had for me, To suffer on the cruel tree That I a ransomed soul might be, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The many sorrows that He bore, And O the crown of thorns He wore, That I might live for evermore, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The peace I have in Him, my Lord, Who pleads before the throne of God The merit of His precious blood, Is more than tongue can tell! c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! The joy that comes when He is near, The rest He gives, so free from fear, The Hope in Him, so bright and clear, Is more than tongue can tell. c His love is more than tongue can tell! His love is more than tongue can tell! The love that Jesus had for me Is more than tongue can tell! 114 There is a Name I love to hear Belmont C.M. There is a Name I love to hear, I love to speak its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest Name on earth. It tells me of a Savior's love Who died to set me free; It tells me of His precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea. It tells me of a Father's smile Beaming upon His child; It cheers me through this "little while," Through desert, waste, and wild. It bids my trembling soul rejoice, It dries each rising tear; It tells me, in a "still, small voice" To trust and never fear. Jesus! The Name I love so well, The Name I love to hear; No saint on earth its worth can tell, No heart conceive how dear. This Name shall shed its fragrance still Along life's thorny road, Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill That leads me up to God. And there, with all the blood-bought throng, From sin and sorrow free, I'll sing the new, eternal song Of Jesus love to me. 115 Thou, my everlasting portion! Close to Thee P.M. 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. 116 Through the love of God our Savior Evensong 8.4.8.8.8.4. 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. 117 This world is a wilderness wide David 8.9.9.9. This world is a wilderness wide, I have nothing to seek or to choose; I've no thought in the waste to abide; I have nought to regret nor to lose. The path where my 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. '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. 118 Tis the blessed hour of prayer Hour of Prayer P.M. 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. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. "Tis the blessed hour of prayer when the 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. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. "Tis the blessed hour of prayer when the tempted and tried, To the 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. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. At the blessed hour of prayer, if we firmly believe That the blessing we ask for we'll surely receive, In the fulness of delight we shall lose every care: What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. c Blessed hour of prayer, Blessed hour of prayer, What a balm for the weary! O how sweet to be there. 119 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now St. Paul C.M. To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our weary souls repair, To dwell upon Thy dying love, And taste its sweetness there. Sweet resting-place of every heart That feels the plague of sin, Yet knows the deep, mysterious joy Of peace with God within. There, through Thine hour of deepest woe, Thy suffering spirit passed; Grace there its wondrous victory gained, And love endured its last. O Lamb of God! Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine, Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, And linked our life with Thine. Our longing eyes would fain behold That bright and blessed brow, Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear Its crown of glory now. Thy sympathies and hopes are ours: We long, O Lord, to see Creation all—below, above, Redeemed and blessed by Thee. 120 What a Friend we have in Jesus Paraclete 8.7.8.7.D. What a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs 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. 121 When I survey the wondrous Cross Rockingham Boston Mason L.M. When I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the Cross of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my heart, my life, my all! 122 When peace, like a river It is Well P.M. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows, like sea-billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul." c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control: That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul. c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. My sin, O the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more; Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live! If death's waters o'er me shall roll No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life, Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait; The sky, not the grave is our goal: O trump of the angel! O voice of the Lord! Blessed hope! Blessed rest of my soul! c It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 123 Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Warwicl Lune P.M. Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! Worthy, worthy is the Lamb That was slain. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! Thou redeem'st our souls to God By Thy blood. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! Thou hast made us kings and priests To our God. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! We shall ever reign with Thee, Lamb of God. c Praise Him, hallelujah! Bless Him, hallelujah! Praise Him, hallelujah! Praise the Lamb! 124 I am Thine, O Lord! Draw Me Nearer P.M. I am Thine, O Lord! I have heard Thy voice, And it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to Thee. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, By the power of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. O the pure delight of a single hour, That before Thy throne I spend! When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea; There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with Thee. c Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To the Cross where Thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord, To Thy precious, wounded side. 125 I will never, never leave thee Constancy 8.7.8.7.D. I will never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake! I will guard, and save, and keep thee, For My Name and mercy's sake! Fear no evil, fear no evil, Only all My counsel take, For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When the storm is raging round thee, Call on Me in humble prayer, I will fold My arms about thee, Guard thee with the tend'rest care; In the trial, in the trial I will make thy pathway clear. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When the sky above is glowing, And around thee all is bright, Pleasure like a river flowing, All things tending to delight, I'll be with thee, I'll be with thee, I will guide thy steps aright. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. When thy soul is dark and clouded, Filled with doubt, and grief, and care, Through the mist by which 'tis shrouded. I will make a light appear. And the banner, and the banner Of My love I will uprear. For I'll never, never leave thee, I will never thee forsake. 126 Just as I am, without one plea Woodworth Agnus Dei 8.8.8.6. Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and foes without, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! 127 Come sing, my soul, and praise the Lord Redemption Ground L.M.D. Come sing, my soul, and praise the Lord, Who hath redeemed thee by His blood; Delivered thee from chains that bound, And brought thee to redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! Once from my God I wandered far, And with His holy will made war; But now my songs to God abound: I'm standing on redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! O joyous hour when God to me A vision gave of Calvary! My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound: I sang upon redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! No works of merit now I plead, But Jesus take for all my need; No righteousness in me is found, Except upon redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! Come, weary soul, and here find rest; Accept redemption, and be blest: The Christ who died, by God is crowned To pardon on redemption ground. c Redemption ground, the ground of peace! Redemption ground, O wondrous grace! Here let our praise to God abound, Who saves us on redemption ground! 128 Father of mercies! In Thy Word Grafenberg Tiltey Abbey C.M. Father of mercies! In Thy Word What endless glory shines! For ever be Thy Name adored For these celestial lines. Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. O may these holy pages be Our ever new delight! And still new beauties may we see, And still increasing light. Divine Instructor! Gracious Lord! Thou art for ever near; Teach us to love Thy sacred Word And view a Savior there. 129 Join all the glorious names Darwall's 148th Raleigh 6.6.6.6.8.8. Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and power, That mortals ever knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, Too mean to set our 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. 130 Low in the grave He lay Christ Arose P.M. Low in the grave He lay, Jesus, my Savior, Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus, my Savior, Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! Death cannot keep his prey, Jesus, my Savior, He tore the bars away, Jesus, my Lord. c Up from the grave He arose With a mighty triumph o'er His foes; He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives for ever with His saints to reign; He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose! 131 O safe to the rock that is higher than I Security ("Hiding in Thee" without chorus) P.M. O safe to the rock that is higher than I My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly; So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be; Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow's lone hour, In times when temptation casts o'er me its power; In the tempest of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe, I have fled to my refuge, and breathed out my woe; How often, when trials like sea-billows roll, Have I hidden in Thee O Thou rock of my soul. c Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest Rock of Ages I'm hiding in Thee. 132 Rock of Ages! Cleft for me Redhead 7.7.7.7.7.7. Rock of Ages! Cleft for me, Lo, I hide myself in Thee, Where the water and the blood From Thy wounded side which flowed Are of sin the double cure, Cleansing from its guilt and power. Not the labour of my hands Could fulfil Thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Hungry, thirsty, still I flee, All-sufficient Lord, to Thee. While I draw this fleeting breath, Should mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to heights unknown, And behold Thee on Thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Still I'll hide myself in Thee. 133 Without a cloud between Dennis Zurich S.M. Without a cloud between; To see Him face to face; Not struck with dire amazement dumb, But triumphing in grace. Without a cloud between; To see Him as He is; O who can tell the height of joy, The full transporting bliss. Without a cloud between; My longing spirit waits For that sweet hour, from which my soul Its highest glory dates. Without a cloud between; Lord Jesus, haste the day, The morning bright without a cloud, And chase our tears away. 134 Thou art the Everlasting Word Supremacy Arabia 8.6.8.6.8.8. Thou art the Everlasting Word, The Father's only Son, God manifestly seen and heard, And heaven's beloved One. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. In Thee, most perfectly expressed, The Father's glories shine, Of the full Deity possessed, Eternally divine. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. True image of the Infinite, Whose essence is concealed; Brightness of uncreated light, The heart of God revealed. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. But the high myst'ries of His name An angel's grasp transcend; The Father only (glorious claim!) The Son can comprehend. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. Yet loving Thee, on whom His love Ineffable doth rest, Thy members all, in Thee, above, As one with Thee are blest. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. Throughout the universe of bliss The centre Thou, and Sun, Th' eternal theme of praise is this, To heaven's beloved One. c Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou, That every knee to Thee should bow. 135 When we reach our peaceful dwelling Land Ahead 8.7.8. 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: c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. With the light of resurrection, When our changèd bodies glow, And we gain the full perfection Of the bliss begun below; When the life the flesh obscureth In each radiant form shall shine, And the joy that aye endureth Flashes forth in beams divine. c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. Shall the memory be banished Of His kindness and His care, When the wants and woes are vanished, Which He loved to soothe and share? All the way by which He led us, All the grievings which He bore, All the patient love He taught us, Shall we think of them no more? c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. We shall read the tender meaning Of the sorrows and alarms, As we trod the desert, leaning On His everlasting arms; And His rest will be the dearer When we think of weary ways, And His light will shine the clearer As we muse on cloudy days. c O 'twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day When we smile upon our sorrow, And the storms have passed away. 136 What was it, O our God St. John's 6.6.6.6.8.8. What was it, O our God, Led Thee to give Thy Son, To yield Thy well-beloved For us by sin undone? 'Twas love unbounded led Thee thus To give Thy well-beloved for us. What led the Son of God To leave His throne on high, To shed His precious blood, To suffer and to die? 'Twas love, unbounded love for us, Led Him to die and suffer thus. What moved Thee to impart Thy Spirit from above? Therewith to fill our heart With heavenly peace and love? 'Twas love, unbounded love to us, Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus. What love to Thee we owe, Our God, for all Thy grace, Our hearts should overflow In everlasting praise: Help us, O Lord, to praise Thee thus For all Thy boundless love to us. 137 What will it be to dwell above Stella Giessen 8.8.8.8.8.8. What will it be to dwell above, And with the Lord of glory reign? Since the blest knowledge of His love So brightens all this dreary plain; No heart can think, no tongue can tell What joy 'twill be with Christ to dwell. When sin no more obstructs the sight, And flesh and sense deceive no more, When we shall see the prince of light, And all His works of grace explore; What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine! And God has fixed the happy day When the last tear shall dim our eyes, When He will wipe these tears away And fill our hearts with glad surprise To hear His voice, and see His face, And know the fulness of His grace. 138 When this passing world is done Wells 7.7.7.7.7.7. When this passing world is done; When has sunk yon glaring sun; When I stand with Christ on high Looking o'er life's history: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. When I stand before the throne Dressed in beauty not my own; When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. When the praise of heaven I hear Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many water's noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice: Then, Lord, shall I fully know, Not till then, how much I owe. Chosen, not for good in me; Wakened up from wrath to flee; Hidden in the Savior's side; By the Spirit sanctified: Teach me, Lord, on earth to show By my love, how much I owe. 139 God is love! His word has said it Woodlands 8.7.8.7.4. God is love! His word has said it; This is news of heavenly birth: Speed abroad and widely spread it, Make it known through all the earth That God is love. Not in yonder blessed regions, Where the Lord, with glory crowned, Reigns amid angelic legions, Will the brightest proof be found That God is love. 'Tis on earth the Lord discloses All His love, how vast it is; Earth's the favoured spot He chooses To display the truth of this, That God is love. 'Tis that Man of sorrows yonder Object of contempt beneath, But, in heaven, of highest wonder, Teaches fully by His death That God is love. His a throne, the throne of heaven, Yet He comes on earth to bleed, And for man His life is given; This is what declares indeed That God is love. Not for those who ever loved Him Did the Lord of glory die; Pity to the wretched moved Him: Who that hears it will deny That God is love? 'Tis a truth: away and spread it; Spread the tidings far and near; O may sinners give it credit, And be joyful when they hear That God is love. 140 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Old Hundredth L.M. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 141 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Miles Lane Diadem C.M. All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem And crown Him Lord of all! Crown Him ye martyrs of your God Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod And crown Him Lord of all! Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, A remnant weak and small, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all! Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all! O that, with yonder sacred throng, We at His feet may fall; Join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all! 142 All the way my Savior leads me; All the Way 8.7.8.7.D. 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. 143 And can it be that I should gain Sagina 8.8.8.8.8.8. 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. 144 And is it so! we shall be like Thy Son Glaston 10.10.10.10. And is it so! we shall be like Thy Son, Is this the grace which He for us has won? Father of glory! (thought beyond all thought) In glory to His own blest likeness brought. O Jesus, Lord, who loved us like to Thee? Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll; Thy saints the prize and travail of Thy soul. Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest; That love that gives not as the world, but shares All it possesses with its loved co-heirs. Not we alone, Thy loved ones all, complete, In glory round Thee there with joy shall meet, All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord, Object supreme of all, by all adored. The heart is satisfied, can ask no more; All thought of self is now for ever o'er; Christ, its unmingled object, fills the heart In blest adoring love—its endless part. 145 Break Thou the bread of life Lathbury Troutbeck 6.4.6.4.D. Break Thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me, As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea; Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord; My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word. Break Thou the bread of life, O Lord, to me, That hid within my heart Thy word may be: Mould Thou each inward thought, From self set free, And let my steps be all Controlled by Thee. Open Thy word of truth That I may see Thy message written clear And plain for me; Then, in sweet fellowship, Walking with Thee, Thine image on my life Engraved will be. Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me, to me, As Thou didst bless the bread By Galilee; Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall; And I shall find my peace, My all in all. 146 Come, every joyful heart Lenox Christ church St. John 6.6.6.6.8.8. 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. 147 Crown Him with many crowns Diademta D.S.M. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own; Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. Crown Him the Lord of love; Behold His hands and side; Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified; All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me: Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity. Crown Him the Lord of life Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife For those He came to save: His glories now we sing, Who died and rose on high, Who died eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, Enthroned in worlds above, The King of kings to whom is given The wondrous name of Love: His reign shall know no end, And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 148 Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling Far Away P.M. Far, far away, in heathen darkness dwelling, Millions of souls for ever may be lost; Who, who will go? salvation's story telling, Looking to Jesus, counting not the cost. c All power is given unto Me; All power is given unto Me; Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel; And lo, I am with you alway. See o'er the world wide open doors inviting: Soldiers of Christ, arise and enter in; Christians, awake! your forces all uniting, Send forth the gospel, break the chains of sin. 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! 149 Fight the good fight with all thy might Pentecost L.M. Fight the good fight with all thy might; Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. Run the straight race through God's good grace, Lift up 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. 150 From Greenland's icy mountains Missionary Greenland 7.6.7.6.D. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high; Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 151 Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory West Meletius 8.7.8.7. Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory, While our hearts in worship bow, There we read the wondrous story Of the cross, its shame and woe. Every mark of dark dishonour Heaped upon Thy thorn-crowned brow, All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow Told in answering glory now. On that cross, alone, forsaken, Where no pitying eye was found; Now to God's right hand exalted, With Thy praise the heavens resound. Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee, Hide His face from Thy deep need? In Thy face, once marred and smitten, All His glory now we read. Gazing on it we adore Thee, Blessed, precious, holy Lord; Thou, the Lamb, art ever worthy; This be earth's and heaven's accord. 152 Go, labour on; spend, and be spent Hesperus St. Bartholomew L.M. Go, labour on; spend, and be spent; Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? Go, labour on, 'tis not for naught; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee, not; The Master praises—what are men? Go, labour on while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away, It is not thus that souls are won. Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray; Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight cry, Behold, I come! 153 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Nicaea 11.12.12.10. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see; Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! 154 Immortal, invisible, God only wise St. Denio St. Luke 11.11's 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. 155 Jesus calls us! o'er the tumult St. Andrew Mahon St. Catherine 8.7.8.7. Jesus calls us! o'er the tumult Of our life's wild restless sea Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, Christian, follow Me. As, of old, apostles heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home and toil and kindred, Leaving all for His dear sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us; Saying, Christian, love Me more. In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, Christian, love Me more than these. Jesus calls us! By Thy mercies, Savior, may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thy obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. 156 Jesus, Lord, I need Thy presence Ottawa 8.7.8.7.7.7. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy presence As I journey on my way, For without Thee I am lonely, And my feet are apt to stray; But if Thou wilt walk with me Life will calm and holy be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy wisdom, For perplexing problems press, And without Thee I am foolish, Nor can bear the strain and stress; But if Thou wilt counsel me I shall true and upright be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy power, For temptations come and go, And without Thee I am helpless, With no strength to meet the foe; But if Thou wilt strengthen me Life will all-triumphant be. Jesus, Lord, I need Thy guidance, Fire by night, and cloud by day, For without Them I am sightless, Groping for the proper way; But if Thou dost lead me on I will follow Thee alone. Jesus, Lord, Thy love so tender Is my greatest need of all, For without Thee pride and anger From unguarded lips will fall; But if Thou Thy love impart I shall have a gracious heart. 157 Jesus, our Lord, with what joy we adore Thee Springfield Epiphany Hymn Tauy Cleave 11.10's 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? 158 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Duke Street Rimington Truro L.M. Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name. Blessings abound where'er He reigns, The prisoner leaps to loose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honours to our King, Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. 159 Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts Maryton Hereford L.M. Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts, Thou fount of life, Thou light of men, From the best bliss that earth imparts We turn unfilled to Thee again. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on Thee call; To them that seek Thee Thou art good; To them that find Thee, all in all. We taste Thee, O Thou living bread! And long to feast upon Thee still; We drink of Thee, the fountain-head, And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast: Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see; Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesus ever with us stay, Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world Thy holy light. 160 Just as I am, Thine own to be Cambridge Howcroft 8.8.8.6. Just as I am, Thine own to be, Friend of the young, who lovest me, To consecrate myself to Thee, O Jesus Christ, I come. In the glad morning of my day, My life to give, my vows to pay, With no reserve and no delay, With all my heart, I come. Just as I am, young, strong and free, To be the best that I can be For truth, and righteousness, and Thee, Lord of my life, I come. And for Thy sake to win renown, And then to take the victor's crown And at Thy feet to lay it down, O Master, Lord, I come. 161 Like a river, glorious Wye Valley 6.4.6.4.D. Like a river, glorious Is God's perfect peace, Over all victorious In its bright increase, Perfect, yet it floweth Fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth Deeper all the way. c Stayed upon Jehovah, Hearts are fully blest; Finding, as He promised, Perfect peace and rest. Hidden in the hollow Of His blessed hand, Never foe can follow, Never traitor stand; Not a surge of worry, Not a shade of care, Not a blast of hurry Touch the spirit there. 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. 162 Lo, He comes! With clouds descending Helmsley 8.7.8.7.4.7. Lo, He comes! With clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train; Hallelujah! (3x Helmsley) Jesus comes, and comes to reign! Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in brightest majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, (3x Helmsley) Shall the true Messiah see. Lo, the tokens of His passion Still His glorious body bears; Cause of endless exultation To His ransomed worshippers; Hallelujah! (3x Helmsley) Now the day of Christ appears. Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Savior, take the power and glory, Share the kingdom with Thine own; O come quickly! (3x Helmsley) Hallelujah! Come Lord, come! 163 Lord, speak to me, that I may speak Winscott Barnet Ne Derelinquas Me L.M. Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wand'ring and the wav'ring feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hung'ring ones with manna sweet. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where, Until Thy blessed face I see; Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. 164 Love divine, all loves excelling Beecher Hyfrydol Blaenwern 8.7.8.7.D. Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Making us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown: Jesus, Thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love Thou art, Visit us with Thine affection, Enter every longing heart. Come, Almighty, to deliver! Let us all Thy grace receive, Follow in Thy steps, and never, Nevermore the pathway leave: Then our hearts will yield their blessing, Sweet incense to God above, Offer praises without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Firstfruits of Thy new creation, Faithful, holy, may we be, Joyful in Thy great salvation, Daily more conformed to Thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Then to worship and adore Thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise. 165 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Mirfield C.M. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned. Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He came to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, He saves me from the grave. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine! 166 Master, speak! Thy servant heareth Ottawa 8.7.8.7.7.7. Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth, Master, let it now be heard: I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? Master, speak! though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! for O Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart: Knowest all its truest need; Speak! And make me blest indeed. Master, speak! and make me ready When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady Still to follow every word: I am listening, Lord, for Thee: Master, speak, O speak to me! Speak to me by name, O Master! Let me know it is to me; Speak! That I may follow faster With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock In the shadow of the rock. 167 More about Jesus would I know More about Jesus P.M. More about Jesus would I know, More of His grace to others show; More of His saving fulness see, More of His love who died for me. c More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of His saving fulness see, More of His love who died for me. More about Jesus let me learn, More of His holy will discern: Spirit of God, my teacher be, Showing the things of Christ to me. More about Jesus; in His word Holding communion with my Lord; Hearing His voice in every line, Making each faithful saying mine. More about Jesus; on His throne, Riches in glory all His own; More of His kingdom's sure increase; More of His coming—Prince of Peace. 168 My heart is full of Christ, and longs Worsley Dura 8.8.8.8.8.8. My heart is full of Christ, and longs Its glorious matter to declare, Of Him I make my loftier songs, And cannot from His praise forbear; My ready tongue makes haste to sing The glories of my heavenly King. Fairer than all the earth-born race, Perfect in comeliness Thou art; Replenished are Thy lips with grace, And full of love Thy tender heart; God ever blest! We bow the knee, And own all 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. 169 O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me Beatitudo Caithness Stracathro C.M. O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me, And all things else recede; My heart be daily nearer Thee, From sin be daily freed. Each day let Thy supporting might My weakness still embrace; My darkness vanish in Thy light, Thy life my death efface. In Thy bright beams which on me fall, Fade every evil thought; That I am nothing, Thou art all, I would be daily taught. More of Thy glory let me see, Thou holy, wise and true; I would Thy living image be, In joy and sorrow too. Fill me with gladness from above, Hold me by strength divine; Lord, let the glow of Thy great love Through my whole being shine. Make this poor self grow less and less, Be Thou my life and aim; O make me daily, through Thy grace, More meet to bear Thy name. 170 O Jesus, I have promised Day of Rest 7.6.7.6.D. O Jesus, I have promised To serve Thee to the end, Be Thou forever near me, My Master and my Friend; I shall not fear the battle If Thou art by my side, Nor wander from the pathway If Thou wilt be my guide. O let me feel Thee near me; The world is ever near; I see the sights that dazzle, The tempting sounds I hear; My foes are ever near me, Around me and within; But, Jesus, draw Thou nearer, And shield my soul from sin O let me hear Thee speaking, In accents clear and still, Above the storms of passion, The murmurs of self-will: O speak to re-assure me, To hasten or control; O speak, and make me listen, Thou guardian of my soul. O let me see Thy footmarks, And in them plant mine own; My hope to follow duly Is in Thy strength alone; O guide me, call me, draw me, Uphold me to the end; And then in heaven receive me, My Savior and my friend. 171 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea Almsgiving Portland 8.8.8.4. O Lord of heaven and earth and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be: How shall we show our love to Thee Who givest all? For health and home and lengthened days, For all the blessings earth displays, Our God, we owe Thee thanks and praise, Who givest all. Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, But gav'st Him for a world undone, And freely with that blessed One Thou givest all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For present grace and hopes of heaven, Father, what can to Thee be given, Who givest all? We lose what on ourselves we spend; We have as treasure without end Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. 172 O love that will not let me go St. Margaret 8.8.8.8.6. 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. 173 O Master! when Thou callest Lancashire 7.6.7.6.D. O Master! when Thou callest No voice may say Thee nay, For blest are they that follow Where Thou dost lead the way: In freshest prime of morning, Or fullest glow of noon, The note of heavenly warning Can never come too soon. O Master! where Thou callest No foot may shrink in fear, For they who trust Thee wholly Shall find Thee ever near; And quiet room and lonely, Or busy harvest field, Where Thou, Lord, rulest only, Shall precious produce yield. O Master! whom Thou callest No heart may dare refuse; 'Tis honour, highest honour, When Thou dost deign to use Our brightest and our fairest, Our dearest—all are Thine; Thou who for each one carest, We hail Thy love's design. They who go forth to serve Thee, We, too, who serve at home, May watch and pray together Until Thou, Lord, shalt come; In Thee for aye united Our song of hope we raise, Till that blest shore is sighted Where all shall turn to praise. 174 O worship the King all-glorious above Hanover Houghton 10.10.11.11. O worship the King all-glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old; Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, Our maker, defender, redeemer, and friend. 175 Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation Lobe den Herren 14.14.4.7.8. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation; O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation; All ye who hear, Brethren and sisters draw near, Praise Him in glad adoration. Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee; Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee; Ponder anew What the Almighty can do If with His love He befriend thee. Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness and sin is abounding, Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding, Sheddeth His light, Chaseth the horrors of night, Saints with His mercy surrounding. Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him; All that hath life and breath come now with praises before Him; Let the Amen Sound from His people again: Gladly for aye we adore Him. 176 Put thou thy trust in God Shere Rhodes Clifton S.M. Put thou thy trust in God, In duty's path go on; Walk in His strength with faith and hope, So shall thy work be done. Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure truth and tender care Who earth and heaven commands. Though years on years roll on, His covenant shall endure; Though clouds and darkness hide His path, The promised grace is sure. Through waves, and clouds, and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Leave to His sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou, wondering, own His way How wise, how strong His hand. 177 Savior, Thy dying love Fenwick Offering 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. 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. 178 Take my life, and let it be Nottinghan Lubeck 7.7.7.7. Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee; Take my moments and my days, Let them flow with ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of Thy love; Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Always only, for my King; Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver and my gold, Not a mite would I withhold; Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. Take my will, and make it Thine, It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart—it is Thine own, It shall be Thy royal throne. Take my love; my Lord, I pour At Thy feet its treasure-store: Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for Thee. 179 The Church's one foundation Aurelia 7.6.7.6.D. The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord: She is His new creation By water and the word; From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. Elect from every nation, Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation One Lord, one faith, one birth: One holy name she blesses, Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued. Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore oppressed, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distressed, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, How long? And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. 'Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore, Till, with the vision glorious, Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. 180 The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended St. Clement Radford 9.8.9.8. The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended; The darkness falls at Thy behest; To Thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the stain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky; And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord! Thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away; Thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever, Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway. 181 The King of love my Shepherd is Dominus Regit Me St. Columba 8.7.8.7. The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am His And He is mine for ever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home rejoicing brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From Thy pure chalice floweth. And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never; Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house for ever. 182 The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want Crimond Wiltshire C.M. The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want: He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for His own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. 183 Thy life was given for me Baca 6.6.6.6.6.6. Thy life was given for me, Thy blood, O Lord, was shed That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; Thy life was given for me; What have I given for Thee? Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know; Long years were spent for me: Have I spent one for Thee? Thou, Lord, hast borne for me More than my tongue can tell Of bitterest agony To rescue me from hell; Thou sufferedst all for me: What have I borne for Thee? And Thou hast brought to me, Down from Thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and Thy love; Great gifts Thou broughtest me; What have I brought to Thee? O let my life be given, My years for Thee be spent; World-fetters all be riven, And joy with suffering blent; Thou gavest Thyself for me; I give myself to Thee. 184 Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Tune R.S. No. 417 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) 9.9.9.9. 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. c 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. 185 Christ is the Savior of sinners Tune R.S. No. 10 Hayman Wreford (19th Cent.) 8.7.8.7. Christ is the Savior of sinners, Christ is the Savior for me, Long was I chained in sin's darkness, Now by His grace I am free. c Savior of sinners, Savior of sinners like me, Shedding His blood for my ransom, Christ is the Savior for me. Just as I was He received me, Seeking from judgment to flee. Now there is no condemnation, Christ is the Savior for me. c Savior of sinners, Savior of sinners like me, Shedding His blood for my ransom, Christ is the Savior for me. Now I can say I am pardoned, Happy and justified, free, Saved by my blessed Redeemer, Christ is the Savior for me. c Savior of sinners, Savior of sinners like me, Shedding His blood for my ransom, Christ is the Savior for me. Soon will the glory be dawning, Then His own face I shall see. Sing, O my soul in thy gladness, This is the Savior for me. c Savior of sinners, Savior of sinners like me, Shedding His blood for my ransom, Christ is the Savior for me. 186 God loved the world of sinners lost Tune R.S No. 114 Martha M. Stockton (1821-85) C.M. God loved the world of sinners lost And ruined by the fall; Salvation full, at highest cost, He offers free to all. c O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me; It brought my Savior from above, To die on Calvary. E'en now by faith I claim Him mine, The risen Son of God; Redemption by His death, I find, And cleansing through the blood. c O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me; It brought my Savior from above, To die on Calvary. Believing souls, rejoicing go, There shall to you be given A glorious foretaste, here below, Of endless life in heaven. c O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me; It brought my Savior from above, To die on Calvary. Of victory now o'er Satan's power, Let all the ransomed sing, And triumph to their latest hour, Through Christ, our Lord, the King. c O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me; It brought my Savior from above, To die on Calvary. 187 Have you any room for Jesus Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901) 8.7.8.7.D. Have you any room for Jesus, He who bore your load of sin As He knocks and asks admission, Sinner, will you let Him in? c Room for Jesus, King of glory Hasten now, His word obey, Swing the heart's door widely open, Let Him enter while you may. Room for pleasure, room for business, But for Christ, the Crucified, Not a place that He can enter, In the heart for which He died. c Room for Jesus, King of glory Hasten now, His word obey, Swing the heart's door widely open, Let Him enter while you may. Have you any time for Jesus As in grace He calls again; O, today is time accepted. Tomorrow you may call in vain. c Room for Jesus, King of glory Hasten now, His word obey, Swing the heart's door widely open, Let Him enter while you may. Room and time now give to Jesus, Soon will pass God's day of grace; Soon thy heart left cold and silent, And the Savior’s pleading cease. c Room for Jesus, King of glory Hasten now, His word obey, Swing the heart's door widely open, Let Him enter while you may. 188 Have you trusted Jesus and His saving power Tune R.S. No. 171 Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929) 11.9.11.9. 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? c 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? c 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? 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? c 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? 189 I love to tell the story Tune R.S. No. 606 A. Katherine Hankey (1834—1911) 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. c 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. c 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! ’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. c 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! 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. c I love to tell the story! Twill be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and His love. 190 I must needs go home by the way of the cross Jessie Brown Pounds (1861-1921) P.M. 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. c 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 191 I will sing the wondrous story Francis H. Rowley (1854-1952) Tune R.S. No. 668 8.7.8.7.D. 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. c 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. c 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 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 192 If I gained the world, but lost the Savior Tune C.H.F. No. 108 Anna Olander (1861-1939) 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. 193 It was alone the Savior prayed Ben H. Price C.M. It was alone the Savior prayed In dark Gethsemane; Alone He drained the bitter cup, And suffered on the tree. c Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save His own; He suffered, bled and died alone, alone. It was alone the Savior stood In Pilate’s judgment hall; Alone the crown of thorns He bore, Forsaken there by all. c Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save His own; He suffered, bled and died alone, alone. Alone upon the Cross He hung That others He might save; Forsaken then by God Himself, Alone His life He gave. c Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save His own; He suffered, bled and died alone, alone. Can you reject such matchless love Can you His claim disown Commit your soul in faith to Him Who bore your guilt alone. c Alone, alone, He bore it all alone, He gave Himself to save His own; He suffered, bled and died alone, alone. 194 I’ve wandered far away from God William J. Kirkpatrick (1838-1921) P.M. 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. c 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. c Coming home, coming home, Never more to roam; Open wide Thine arms of love, 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. c Coming home, coming home, Never more to roam; Open wide Thine arms of love, Lord, I ’m coming home. 195 The Old Rugged Cross George Bennard (1913) 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. c So I’ll cherish the old rugged 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, that 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. c So I’ll cherish the old rugged 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. 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. c So I’ll cherish the old rugged 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. 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. c So I’ll cherish the old rugged 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. 196 Pass me not, O gentle Savior Tune C.H.F. No. 238 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) 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. c 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. c Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Trusting only in Thy merit Would I seek Thy face, Heal my wounded, broken spirit Save me by Thy grace. c Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Thou the spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee, Whom in Heaven but Thee? c Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. 197 Since Christ my soul from sin set free Tune R.S. No. 368 Charles J. Butler (19th Cent.) L.M. and chorus Since Christ my soul from sin set free, This world has been a heaven to me; And, ’mid earth’s sorrow and its woe, ’Tis heaven my Jesus here to know. c O hallelujah, yes, ’tis heaven, Tis heaven to know my sins forgiven; On land or sea, what matters where, Where Jesus is, ’tis heaven there. Once heaven seemed a far-off place, Till Jesus saved me by His grace; Now it’s begun within my soul, ’Twill last while endless ages roll. c O hallelujah, yes, ’tis heaven, Tis heaven to know my sins forgiven; On land or sea, what matters where, Where Jesus is, ’tis heaven there. What matters where on earth we dwell On mountain top, or in the dell In cottage, or in mansion fair, Where Jesus is, ’tis heaven there. c O hallelujah, yes, ’tis heaven, Tis heaven to know my sins forgiven; On land or sea, what matters where, Where Jesus is, ’tis heaven there. 198 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling Tune R.S. No. 95 Will L. Thompson (1847-1909) 11.7.11.7. Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling for you and for me. See on the portals He’s waiting and watching, Watching for you and for me. c Come home, come home! Ye who are weary, come home! Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling, “O sinner come home!" Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading, Pleading for you and for me Why should we linger and heed not His mercies Mercies for you and for me. c Come home, come home! Ye who are weary, come home! Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling, “O sinner come home!" Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing, Passing from you and from me. Shadows are gathering, death-beds are coming, Coming for you and for me. c Come home, come home! Ye who are weary, come home! Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling, “O sinner come home!" O, for the wonderful love He has promised, Promised for you and for me! Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon, Pardon for you and for me! c Come home, come home! Ye who are weary, come home! Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling, “O sinner come home!" 199 Tell me the story of Jesus Tune R.S. No. 456 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7. 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!" c 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. c Tell me the story Jesus, Write on my heart every word, Tell me the story most precious. Sweetest that ever was heard. 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. c Tell me the story Jesus, Write on my heart every word, Tell me the story most precious. Sweetest that ever was heard. 200 There is a story sweet to hear Tune R.S. No. 107 W. A. Williams 8.6.8.6 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. c '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. c 'Tis old, yet ever new; 'Tis old, yet ever new I know, I’m sure 'tis true, 'Tis old, yet ever new. 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; c 'Tis old, yet ever new; 'Tis old, yet ever new I know, I’m sure 'tis true, 'Tis old, yet ever new. 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. c 'Tis old, yet ever new; 'Tis old, yet ever new I know, I’m sure 'tis true, 'Tis old, yet ever new. 201 There was One who was willing to die in my stead Tune R.S. No. 737 Carrie E. Break (1855-1934) 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. c They are nailed to the cross, They are nailed to the cross, O how much He was willing to bear! With what anguish and loss Jesus went to the cross! But He carried my sins with Him there. He is tender and loving and patient with me, While He cleanses my heart of the dross; But there’s no condemnation—I know I am free, For my sins are all nailed to the cross. c They are nailed to the cross, They are nailed to the cross, O how much He was willing to bear! With what anguish and loss Jesus went to the cross! But He carried my sins with Him there. 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. c They are nailed to the cross, They are nailed to the cross, O how much He was willing to bear! With what anguish and loss Jesus went to the cross! But He carried my sins with Him there. 202 They nailed my Lord upon the tree Tune R.S. No. 222 C. Austin Miles (1868-1946) C.M. and chorus They nailed my Lord upon the tree, And left Him, dying, there; Through love He suffered there for me, 'Twas love beyond compare. c Crucified, crucified! And nailed upon the tree! With piercéd hands and feet and side! For you! For me! Upon His head a crown of thorns, Upon His heart my shame; For me He prayed, for me He died, And dying, spoke my name. c Crucified, crucified! And nailed upon the tree! With piercéd hands and feet and side! For you! For me! "Forgive them, O, forgive!" He cried, Then bowed His sacred head; "O Lamb of God! my sacrifice!" For me Thy blood was shed. c Crucified, crucified! And nailed upon the tree! With piercéd hands and feet and side! For you! For me! His voice I hear, His love I know, I worship at His feet; And kneeling there at Calv'ry's cross, Redemption is complete. c Crucified, crucified! And nailed upon the tree! With piercéd hands and feet and side! For you! For me! 203 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus Louisa M.R. Steed (19th Cent.) 8.7.8.7.D. 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, Just to know, "Thus saith the Lord." c Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O, for grace to trust Him more! O, how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; Just in simple faith to plunge me 'Neath the healing, cleansing flood! c Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O, for grace to trust Him more! Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. c Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O, for grace to trust Him more! I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. c Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O, for grace to trust Him more! 204 Was it for me, for me alone Tune R.S. No. 81 J. M. Whyte (19th Cent.) L.M. and chorus Was it for me, for me alone, The Savior left His glorious throne, The dazzling splendours of the sky, Was it for me He came to die? c It was for me, yes, all for me; O, love of God so great, so free; O, wondrous love, I'll shout and sing, He died for me, my Lord, the King. Was it for me sweet angel strains Came floating o'er Judea's plains, That starlight night so long ago? Was it for me God planned it so? c It was for me, yes, all for me; O, love of God so great, so free; O, wondrous love, I'll shout and sing, He died for me, my Lord, the King. Was it for me He wept and prayed, When prostrate in the garden laid, That night within Gethsemane? Was it for me, that agony? c It was for me, yes, all for me; O, love of God so great, so free; O, wondrous love, I'll shout and sing, He died for me, my Lord, the King. Was it for me He bowed His head Upon the cross, and freely shed His precious blood - that crimson tide? Was it for me the Savior died? c It was for me, yes, all for me; O, love of God so great, so free; O, wondrous love, I'll shout and sing, He died for me, my Lord, the King. 205 What can wash away my stain? Tune R.S. No. 99 Robert Lowry (1826-99) 7.8.7.8. and chorus What can wash away my stain? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. c O precious is the flow That cleanses white as snow, No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my cleansing this I see, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. For my pardon, this my plea; Nothing but the blood of Jesus. c O precious is the flow That cleanses white as snow, No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Nothing can for sin atone, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Nought of good that I have done; Nothing but the blood of Jesus. c O precious is the flow That cleanses white as snow, No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus. This is all my hope and peace, Nothing but the blood of Jesus. This is all my righteousness. Nothing but the blood of Jesus. c O precious is the flow That cleanses white as snow, No other fount I know Nothing but the blood of Jesus. 206 When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound James M. Black (1856-1938) P.M. 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. c 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 207 Wonderful story of love Tune C.H.F. No. 208 J. M. Driver (19th Cent.) 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. c 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. c Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! 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. c Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful story of love! 208 Would you be free from your burden of sin? Lewis E. Jones (1865-1936) P.M. 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. c 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. c 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 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. c 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 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. c 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. 209 Years I spent in vanity and pride Tune R.S. No. 773 William R. Newell (1868-1956) 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. c 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. c Mercy there was great and grace was free, Pardon there was multiplied to me, There my burdened soul found liberty, At 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. c Mercy there was great and grace was free, Pardon there was multiplied to me, There my burdened soul found liberty, 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. c Mercy there was great and grace was free, Pardon there was multiplied to me, There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary. 211 Face to face with Christ, my Savior Tune R.S. No. 421 Carrie E. Breck (1855-1934) 8.7.8.7.D. 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. c 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. c 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! What rejoicing in His presence, When are banished grief and pain; When the crooked ways are straightened And the dark things shall be plain. c 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! 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. c 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! 212 Fairest of all the earth beside Tune R.S. No. 202 Mainie P. Ferguson (19th Cent.) Fairest of all the earth beside, Chiefest of all unto Thy Bride, Fullness divine in Thee I see, Beautiful Man of Calvary. c 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. c That Man of Calvary Has won my heart from me, And died to set me free. Blest 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. c That Man of Calvary Has won my heart from me, And died to set me free. Blest Man of Calvary. Giving the gifts obtained for men, Pouring out love beyond our ken, Giving us spotless purity. Bountiful Man of Calvary. c That Man of Calvary Has won my heart from me, And died to set me free. Blest 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. c That Man of Calvary Has won my heart from me, And died to set me free. Blest Man of Calvary. Gathered with Thee eternally, Sharing Thy love by glassy sea, Like Thee for ever I shall be. Glorified Man of Calvary. c That Man of Calvary Has won my heart from me, And died to set me free. Blest Man of Calvary. 213 Fairest Lord Jesus Schonster Herr Jesu (17th Cent.), Tr. Joseph A. Seiss (modified) 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. 214 Beautiful Savior Schonster Herr Jesu (17th Cent.), Tr. Joseph A. Seiss (original) Beautiful Savior, king of creation Son of God and Son of Man! Truly I’d love Thee, truly I’d serve Thee, Light of my soul, my joy, my crown. Fair are the meadows, fair are the woodlands, Robed in the flowers of blooming spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes our sorrowing spirit sing. Fair is the sunshine, fair is the moonlight, Bright the sparkling stars on high; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels in the sky. Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations, Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, praise, adoration Now and forevermore be Thine! 215 O worship the King Robert Grant (1779-1838) 10.10.11.11. O worship the King all-glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old; Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. O measureless might! Ineffable love! While angels delight to worship Thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall all sing Thy praise. 216 Who is He in yonder stall Benjamin R. Hanby (1833-67) P.M. Who is He in yonder stall At whose feet the shepherds fall? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He to whom they bring All the sick and sorrowing? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He who stands and weeps At the grave where Lazarus sleeps? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He the gathering throng Greet with loud triumphant song? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Lo! at midnight, who is He Prays in dark Gethsemane? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He on yonder tree Dies in grief and agony? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He who from the grave Comes to heal and help and save? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! Who is He who from the throne Rules through all the worlds alone? c Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! Tis the Lord, the King of glory! At His feet we humbly fall; Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all! 217 He Hideth My Soul Tune R.S. No. 371 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) 11.8.11.8. and chorus 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. c 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. c 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. 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!" c 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. 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. c 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. 218 Amazing grace Tune C.H. No. 40 John Newton (1725-1807) C.M. 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. The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. 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. 219 Be still, my soul Katharina Von Schlegel (18th Cent.) 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. 220 He Loved Me So Tune R.S. No. 420 L.M. By faith the Lamb of God I see Expiring on the cross for me. He paid the mighty debt I owe; He died because He loved me so. c He loved me so, He loved me so; He died because He loved me so. For me the Father sent His Son, For me the victory He won, To save my soul from endless woe, He died because He loved me so. c He loved me so, He loved me so; He died because He loved me so. So glad I am that He is mine, So glad that I with Him shall shine, I’ll trust in Him, for this I know, He died because He loved me so. c He loved me so, He loved me so; He died because He loved me so. O Lamb of God that made me free, I consecrate my all to Thee. My all, for this I surely know, He died because He loved me so. c He loved me so, He loved me so; He died because He loved me so. And when my Lord shall bid me come To join the loved ones round the throne, I’ll sing as through the gates I go, He died because He loved me so. c He loved me so, He loved me so; He died because He loved me so. 221 Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him? Tune R.S. No. 445 Ora Rowan 8.7.8.7. Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him? Is not thine a captured heart? Chief among ten thousand own Him, Joyful choose the better part. Idols once they won thee, charmed thee, Lovely things of time and sense; Gilded, thus does sin disarm thee, Honeyed lest thou turn thee hence. What has stripped the seeming beauty From the idols of the earth? Not the sense of right or duty But the sight of peerless worth. Not the crushing of those idols With its bitter void and smart, But the beaming of His beauty, The unveiling of His heart. Who extinguishes their taper Till they hail the rising sun? Who discards the garb of winter Till the summer has begun? ’Tis the look that melted Peter, ’Tis the face that Stephen saw, ’Tis the heart that wept with Mary, Can alone from idols draw. Draw, and win, and till completely, Till the cup o’erflow the brim; What have we to do with idols, Who have companied with Him? 222 Have Thine own way Adelaide A. Pollard (1862-1934) 9.9.9.9. 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! 223 I Know Whom I Have Believed Tune R.S. No.617 Daniel Webster Whittle (1840-1901) C.M. and chorus I know not why God’s wondrous grace, To me He hath made known, Nor why - unworthy of such love Redeemed me for His own. c But "I know whom I have believed And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” I know not how this saving faith To me He did impart, Nor how believing in His Word, Wrought peace within my heart. c But "I know whom I have believed And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” I know not how the Spirit moves Convincing men of sin, Revealing Jesus through the Word, Creating faith in Him. c But "I know whom I have believed And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” I know not what of good or ill May be reserved for me, Of weary ways or golden days Before His face I see. c But "I know whom I have believed And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” I know not when my Lord shall come, At night or noonday fair, Nor when I’ll walk the vale with Him, Or "meet Him in the air." c But "I know whom I have believed And am persuaded that He is able To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that day.” 224 God Leads His Dear Children Along G. A. Young (1903- ) 11.8.11.8. 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. c 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 225 I'd rather have Jesus Rhea F. Miller (1922) P.M. (C) 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. c 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. c 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. 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. c 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. 226 The Lily of the Valley Charles W. Fry (1837-82) P.M. I have 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 my soul. He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne; 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 will 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: From His manna He my hungry soul shall fill. Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessèd 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. 227 Jesus, keep me near the cross Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) P.M. Jesus, keep me near the cross, There a precious fountain, Free to all, a healing stream Flows from Calvary’s mountain. c In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured 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. c In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. 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. c In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. Near the cross, I’ll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river. c In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. 228 Jesus, lover of my soul Tune B.H.B. No. 119 Charles Wesley (1708-88) 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. 229 Loved with everlasting love G. Wade Robinson (1838-77) 7.7.7.7. 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. 230 My hope is built / The Solid Rock B.H.B. No. 158 - C.H.F. No. 121 Edward Mote (1797-1874) L.M. 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. c On Christ the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. c On Christ the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the ’whelming flood, When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. c On Christ the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. When He shall come with trumpet sound O may I then in Him be found; Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before His throne. c On Christ the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. 231 Ivory Palaces Henry Barraclough (19th Cent.) P.M. My Lord has garments so wondrous fine, And myrrh their texture fills; Its fragrance reached to this heart of mine With joy my being thrills. c Out of the ivory palaces, Into a world of woe, Only His great eternal love Made my Savior go. His life had also its sorrows sore, For aloes had a part; And when I think of the cross He bore, My eyes with teardrops start. c Out of the ivory palaces, Into a world of woe, Only His great eternal love Made my Savior go. His garments too were in cassia dipped, With healing in a touch; Each time my feet in some sin have slipped, He took me from its clutch. c Out of the ivory palaces, Into a world of woe, Only His great eternal love Made my Savior go. In garments glorious He will come, To open wide the door; And I shall enter my heav’nly home, To dwell forevermore. c Out of the ivory palaces, Into a world of woe, Only His great eternal love Made my Savior go. 232 Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it! Tune C.H.F. No. 149 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) 9.8.9.8.and chorus Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb; Redeemed through His infinite mercy, His child, and forever, I am. c Redeemed! Redeemed! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed! Redeemed! His child, and for ever; I am. Redeemed and so happy in Jesus, No language my rapture can tell; I know that the light of His presence With me doth continually dwell. c Redeemed! Redeemed! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed! Redeemed! His child, and for ever; I am. I think of my blessed Redeemer, I think of Him all the day long; I sing, for I cannot be silent, His love is the theme of my song. c Redeemed! Redeemed! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed! Redeemed! His child, and for ever; I am. I know I shall see in His beauty The King in whose law I delight, Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps And giveth me songs in the night. c Redeemed! Redeemed! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed! Redeemed! His child, and for ever; I am. I know there’s a crown that is waiting In yonder bright mansions for me, And soon, with the spirits made perfect, At home with the Lord I shall be. c Redeemed! Redeemed! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed! Redeemed! His child, and for ever; I am. 233 Speak, Lord, in the stillness Quietude St. Wystan 6.5.6.5. Speak, Lord, in the stillness, While I wait on Thee; Hushed my heart to listen In expectancy. Speak, O blessed Master, In this quiet hour; Let me see Thy face, Lord, Feel Thy touch of power. For the words Thou speakest, They are life indeed; Living Bread from heaven Now my spirit feed. Speak, Thy servant heareth, Be not silent, Lord; Waits my soul upon Thee For the quickening word. Fill me with the knowledge Of Thy glorious will; All Thine own good pleasure In Thy child fulfil. Like a watered garden, Full of fragrance rare, Lingering in Thy presence Let my life appear. 234 Saved By Grace Tune No. 414 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) L.M. and chorus 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! c 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 heav'n for me. c 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, when fades the golden sun Beneath the rosy-tinted west, My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!" And I shall enter into rest. c 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 - 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. c 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. 235 In the Sweet By and By Sanford E Bennett (1836-98) P.M. There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar, For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling-place there. c In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore. We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious song of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. c In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore. To our bountiful Father above We will offer our tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of His love And the blessings that hallow our days. c In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 236 Leaning on the Everlasting Arms Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929) P.M. 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! c 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! c Leaning, leaning, Safe and secure from all alarms, Leaning, leaning, 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. c Leaning, leaning, Safe and secure from all alarms, Leaning, leaning, Leaning on the everlasting arms. 237 My Savior First of All Tune R.S. No. 364 Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915) When my lifework 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. c I shall know Him, I shall know Him. And redeemed by His side I shall stand, I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails 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 prepare for me a mansion in the sky. c I shall know Him, I shall know Him. And redeemed by His side I shall stand, I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails in His hand. O, the dear ones in glory, How they beckon me to come, And our parting 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. c I shall know Him, I shall know Him. And redeemed by His side I shall stand, I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails in His hand. 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. c I shall know Him, I shall know Him. And redeemed by His side I shall stand, I shall know Him, I shall know Him, By the print of the nails in His hand. 238 All to Jesus, I surrender J. W. Van De Venter (l855-l939) All to Jesus, I surrender, All to Him I freely give; I will ever love and trust Him, In His presence daily live. c 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. c I surrender all, I surrender all, All to Thee, my blessed Savior I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender, Make me, Savior, wholly Thine; May the Holy Spirit fill me, May I know Thy power divine. c I surrender all, I surrender all, All to Thee, my blessed Savior I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender, Lord, I give myself to Thee; Fill me with Thy love and power, Let Thy blessing fall on me. c I surrender all, I surrender all, All to Thee, my blessed Savior I surrender all. 239 Trust and Obey John H. Sammis (1846-1919) P.M. 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. c 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. c Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to 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. c Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to trust 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. c Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to 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. c Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. 240 Must I go, and empty-handed? Charles C. Luther (1847-1924) 8.7.8.7.D. Must I go, and empty-handed? Thus my blest Redeemer meet? Not one day of service give Him, Lay no trophy at His feet? c Must I go and empty-handed? Must I meet my Savior so? Not one soul with which to greet Him? Must I empty-handed go? Not at death I shrink or falter, For my Savior saves me now; But to meet Him empty-handed! Thought of that now clouds my brow. c Must I go and empty-handed? Must I meet my Savior so? Not one soul with which to greet Him? Must I empty-handed go? O the years of sinning wasted, Could I but recall them now, I would give them to my Savior; To His will I’d gladly bow. c Must I go and empty-handed? Must I meet my Savior so? Not one soul with which to greet Him? Must I empty-handed go? O, ye saints! arouse; be earnest! Up and work while yet ’tis day, Ere the night of death o’ertake you! Strive for souls while yet you may. c Must I go and empty-handed? Must I meet my Savior so? Not one soul with which to greet Him? Must I empty-handed go? 241 Jesus Died for Me Tune S.S. No. 427 9.9.9.5. and chorus 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. c 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 A robe of white, a crown of gold 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! (Note: above is likely an unofficial version, used by some.)
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 Jesus Loves Even Me 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. c 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. c 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. 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." c 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. 244 I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy George Willis Cooke (23 April 1848 - 30 April 1923) 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. c 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... c 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 love of Jesus, love of Jesus... c 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. For there is therefore now no condemnation... c 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. 245 Jesus loves me Jesus loves me! this I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to Him belong, They are weak, but He is strong. c 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. c Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so. 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. c Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so. 246 My God is so great My God Is SO Big
Ruth Harms Calkin
© Nuggets of Truth Publishing Ruth Harms Calkin (C) 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 Charles H. Gabriel 8.7.8.7. I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. c O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: Not My will, but Thine. He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. c O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. c O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O 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. c O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, ’Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me. c O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior’s love for me! 248 Channels Only Channels Only 8.7.8.7.D. How I praise Thee, precious Savior! That Thy love laid hold of me; Thou has saved and cleansed and filled me, That I might Thy channel be. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Just a channel, full of blessing, To the thirsty hearts around; To tell out Thy full salvation, All Thy loving message sound. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Emptied that Thou shouldest fill me, A clean vessel in Thine hand; With no power but as Thou givest Graciously with each command. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. Witnessing Thy power to save me, Setting free from self and sin; Thou hast bought me to possess me, In Thy fulness, Lord, come in. c Channels only, blessed Master, But with all Thy wondrous power Flowing through us, Thou canst use us Every day and every hour. 249 I am waiting for the dawning Austrian Hymn 8.7.8.7.D. I am waiting for the dawning Of the bright and blessed day, When the darksome night of sorrow Shall have vanished far away; When for ever with the 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. 250 Break every barrier down Moncton D.S.M. 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. 251 Glory to Thee Sandon Luz Benigna 10.4's 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. 252 I am the Lord's Raynolds Within the Veil 11.10's 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. 253 Jesus, I am resting Tranquillity 8.7.8.7.D. Jesus, I am resting, resting In the joy of what Thou art; I am finding out the greatness Of Thy loving heart: Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, And Thy beauty fills my soul, For, by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole. 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. 254 May the mind of Christ my Savior St. Leonards Grenofen Kingston 8.7.8.5. May the mind of Christ my Savior Live in me from day to day, By His love and power controlling All I do and say. May the word of God dwell richly In my heart from hour to hour So that all may see I triumph Only through His power. May the peace of God my Father Rule my life in everything, That I may be calm to comfort Sick and sorrowing. May the love of Jesus fill me As the waters fill the sea; Him exalting, self abasing, This is victory. May I run the race before me, Strong and brave to face the foe, Looking only unto Jesus As I onward go. 255 Mine eyes are unto Thee, my God Tottenham Arden C.M. Mine eyes are unto Thee, my God My soul on Thee doth wait, My hope is in Thy faithful word, And in Thy love so great. Thy promise true my faith receives And claims it for its own; My trusting heart with joy believes The covenant-keeping One. What if Thy love impose a task Too hard for me to scan? I will not question it, nor ask The meaning of Thy plan. O Lord, I only ask for grace To work it out with Thee; And as in faith each step I take I'll more its beauty see. Its rich unfoldings on my soul Each day shall burst anew, Till glory, bright and endless, dawns Upon my ransomed view. Till then, O keep me safely, Lord, Full trusting only Thee, Till that blest, happy moment come, When, Lord, Thy face I'll see. 256 O The deep, deep love of Jesus Ebenezer 8.7.8.7.D. 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. 257 Teach me Thy way, O Lord Camacha 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. Teach me Thy way, O Lord, Teach me Thy way; Thy gracious aid afford, Teach me Thy way: Help me to walk aright, More by faith, less by sight; Lead me with heavenly light, Teach me Thy way: When doubts and fears arise, Teach me Thy way; When storms o'erspread the skies Teach me Thy way: Shine through the cloud and rain, Through sorrow, toil and pain; Make Thou my pathway plain, Teach me Thy way. Long as my life shall last, Teach me Thy way; Where'er my lot is cast, Teach me Thy way: Until the race is run, Until the journey's done, Until the crown is won, Teach me Thy way. 258 I Cannot Tell Tune: Londonderry Air William Young Fullertorn (1857-1932) 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. 259 Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father! Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960) P.M. 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. c 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. c 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! 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! c 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! 260 On Calvary’s brow my Saviour died Tune R.S. No. 153 W. McK. Darwood L.M. and chorus On Calvary’s brow my Saviour died, ’Twas there my Lord was crucified. ’Twas on the Cross He bled for me And purchased there my pardon free. c O Calvary! dark Calvary! Where Jesus shed His blood for me, O Calvary! blest Calvary! ’Twas there my Saviour died for me. ’Mid rending rocks and darkening skies, My Saviour bows His head and dies; The opening veil reveals the way To heaven's joys and endless day. c O Calvary! dark Calvary! Where Jesus shed His blood for me, O Calvary! blest Calvary! ’Twas there my Saviour died for me. O Jesus Lord, how can it be That Thou shouldst give Thy life for me, To bear the Cross and agony In that dread hour on Calvary! c O Calvary! dark Calvary! Where Jesus shed His blood for me, O Calvary! blest Calvary! ’Twas there my Saviour died for me. 261 The love of God is greater far Frederick M. Lehman (1917) P.M. 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. c O, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall for evermore endure, The saints’ and angels’ song. When years of 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. c O, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall for evermore endure, 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. c O, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall for evermore endure, The saints’ and angels’ song. 262 He giveth more grace Surrey Chapel Annie Johnson Flint 12.11.12.11. He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labours increase, To added affliction He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When strength has declined ere the day is half-done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father's full giving is only begun. 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. 263 Christ, our mighty captain Forward 11.11.11.7. 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. c 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. c 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! 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. c 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! 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. c 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! 264 It pays to serve Jesus It pays to serve Jesus Eli Christy It pays to serve Jesus, I speak from my heart, He’ll always be with us, if we do our part, There’s naught in this wide world can pleasure afford; There’s peace and contentment in serving the Lord. c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. And oft when I’m tempted to turn from the track, I think of my Savior, my mind wanders back To the place where they nailed Him on Calvary’s tree. I hear a voice saying, "I suffered for thee." c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. A place I remember where I was set free, T’was there I found pardon, ’twas heaven to me; There Jesus spoke sweetly to my weary soul, My sins were forgiven, He made my heart whole. c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. How rich is the blessing the world cannot give, I’m satisfied fully for Jesus to live; Though friends may forsake me and trials arise, I’m trusting in Jesus, His love never dies. c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. There’s no one like Jesus can cheer me today, His love and His kindness can ne’er fade away; In winter, in summer, in sunshine and rain, His love and affection are always the same. c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. Will you have this blessing that Jesus bestows, A full, free salvation from sin’s bitter throes? O sinner, poor sinner, to Calvary flee, The blood of my Savior was shed there for thee. c I love Him for better than in days of yore, I’ll serve Him more truly than ever before, I’ll do as He bids me whatever the cost, I’ll be a true soldier, I’ll die at my post. 265 Begone Unbelief John Newton 10.10.11.11 Begone unbelief, my Savior is near, And for my relief will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. Though dark be my way, since He is my Guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The Word He has spoken shall surely prevail. His love in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. Determined to save, He watched o'er my path, When Satan's blind slave, I sported with death; And can He have taught me to trust in His Name, And thus far have brought me, to put me to shame? Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from His Word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, Which He drank quite up, that sinners might live! His way was much rougher, and darker than mine; Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine? Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food; Though painful at present, wilt cease before long, And then, O! how pleasant, the conqueror's song! 266 A Mighty Fortress Is Our God Martin Luther, 1529, translated from German to English by Frederic H. Hedge, 1853 A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing: For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing; Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing: Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same, And He must win the battle. And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us: The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him. That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth: Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever. 267 Standing on the Promises R. Kelso Carter Standing on the promises of Christ my King, Through eternal ages let His praises ring, Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing, Standing on the promises of God. c Standing, standing, Standing on the promises of God my Savior; Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. Standing on the promises that cannot fail, When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail, By the living Word of God I shall prevail, Standing on the promises of God. c Standing, standing, Standing on the promises of God my Savior; Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. Standing on the promises I now can see Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me; Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free, Standing on the promises of God. c Standing, standing, Standing on the promises of God my Savior; Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord, Bound to Him eternally by love's strong cord, Overcoming daily with the Spirit's sword, Standing on the promises of God. c Standing, standing, Standing on the promises of God my Savior; Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. Standing on the promises I cannot fall, Listening every moment to the Spirit's call Resting in my Savior as my all in all, Standing on the promises of God. c Standing, standing, Standing on the promises of God my Savior; Standing, standing, I'm standing on the promises of God. 268 Abide With Me Henry F. Lyte, 1847 Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide; The darkness thickens. Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me! I need Thy presence every passing hour. What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee! In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! 269 One Day John Wilbur Chapman (1859-1918) 11.10.11.10 with chorus One day when Heaven was filled with His praises, One day when sin was as black as could be, Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin, Dwelt among men, my example is He! c Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He’s coming—O glorious day! One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain, One day they nailed Him to die on the tree; Suffering anguish, despised and rejected: Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He! c Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He’s coming—O glorious day! One day they left Him alone in the garden, One day He rested, from suffering free; Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil; Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He! c Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He’s coming—O glorious day! One day the grave could conceal Him no longer, One day the stone rolled away from the door; Then He arose, over death He had conquered; Now is ascended, my Lord evermore! c Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He’s coming—O glorious day! One day the trumpet will sound for His coming, One day the skies with His glories will shine; Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing; Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine! c Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; Buried, He carried my sins far away; Rising, He justified freely forever; One day He’s coming—O glorious day! 270 My faith looks up to Thee Ray Palmer (1808-1887) 6.6.4.6.6.6.4. My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine! Now hear me while I pray, take all my guilt away, O let me from this day be wholly Thine! May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, my zeal inspire! As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee, Pure warm, and changeless be, a living fire! While life’s dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray from Thee aside. When ends life’s transient dream, When death’s cold sullen stream over me roll; Blest Savior, then in love, fear and distrust remove; O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul! 271 Be Thou my Vision Dallan Forgaill, tr. Mary Byrne, versed by Eleanor Hull Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word; I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Be Thou my battle shield, sword for the fight; Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight; Thou my soul’s shelter, Thou my high tower: Raise Thou me heavenward, O power of my power. Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art. High King of Heaven, my victory won, May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O ruler of all. 272 All Creatures of our God and King St. Francis of Assisi (1225), Tr. William H. Draper (1919) All creatures of our God and king Lift up your voice and with us sing, Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou burning sun with golden beam, Thou silver moon with softer gleam! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou rushing wind that art so strong Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice, Ye lights of evening, find a voice! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou flowing water, pure and clear, Make music for thy Lord to hear, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou fire so masterful and bright, That givest man both warmth and light. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Dear mother earth, who day by day Unfoldest blessings on our way, O praise Him! Alleluia! The flowers and fruits that in thee grow, Let them His glory also show. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! And all ye men of tender heart, Forgiving others, take your part, O sing ye! Alleluia! Ye who long pain and sorrow bear, Praise God and on Him cast your care! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! And thou most kind and gentle death, Waiting to hush our latest breath, O praise Him! Alleluia! Thou leadest home the child of God, And Christ our Lord the way hath trod. O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Let all things their creator bless, And worship Him in humbleness, O praise Him! Alleluia! Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son, And praise the Spirit, Three in One! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! 273 To God be the Glory Fanny J. Crosby (1875) To God be the glory, great things He hath done; So loved He the world that He gave us His Son, Who yielded His life an atonement for sin, And opened the life gate that all may go in. c Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the people rejoice! O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son, And give Him the glory, great things He hath done. O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood, To every believer the promise of God; The vilest offender who truly believes, That moment from Jesus a pardon receives. c Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the people rejoice! O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son, And give Him the glory, great things He hath done. Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done, And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son; But purer, and higher, and greater will be Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see. c Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Let the people rejoice! O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son, And give Him the glory, great things He hath done. 274 Jesus Paid it All Elvina M. Hall (1865) 6.6.6.6. I hear the Savior say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. For nothing good have I Whereby Thy grace to claim, I’ll wash my garments white In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. And now complete in Him My robe His righteousness, Close sheltered ’neath His side, I am divinely blest. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. Lord, now indeed I find Thy power and Thine alone, Can change the leper’s spots And melt the heart of stone. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, Jesus died my soul to save, Shall rend the vaulted skies. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. And when before the throne I stand in Him complete, I’ll lay my trophies down All down at Jesus’ feet. c Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. 275 Turn Your Eyes upon Jesus Helen Howarth Lemmel (1922) 9.8.9.8.7.8.10.9 O soul, are you weary and troubled? No light in the darkness you see? There’s a light for a look at the Savior, And life more abundant and free! c Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace. Through death into life everlasting He passed, and we follow Him there; Over us sin no more hath dominion— For more than conquerors we are! c Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace. His Word shall not fail you—He promised; Believe Him, and all will be well: Then go to a world that is dying, His perfect salvation to tell! c Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face, And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, In the light of His glory and grace. 276 Stricken, smitten, and afflicted Thomas Kelly (1804) Stricken, smitten, and afflicted, See Him dying on the tree! ‘Tis the Christ by man rejected; Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He! Tis the long expected Prophet, David’s Son, yet David’s Lord; By His Son God now has spoken: ‘Tis a true and faithful Word. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning, Was there ever grief like His? Friends through fear His cause disowning, Foes insulting His distress: Many hands were raised to wound Him; None would interpose to save; But the deepest stroke that pierced Him Was the stroke that Justice gave. Ye who think of sin but lightly, Nor suppose the evil great, Here may view its nature rightly, Here its guilt may estimate. Mark the Sacrifice appointed! See Who bears the awful load! ‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed, Son of Man, and Son of God. Here we have a firm foundation; Here the refuge of the lost. Christ the Rock of our salvation, Christ the Name of which we boast. Lamb of God for sinners wounded! Sacrifice to cancel guilt! None shall ever be confounded Who on Him their hope have built. 277 Day by day Karolina W. Sandell-Berg (1865), Tr. Andrew L. Skoog (1856-1934) Day by day, and with each passing moment, Strength I find, to meet my trials here; Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, I’ve no cause for worry or for fear. He whose heart is kind beyond all measure Gives unto each day what He deems best; Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure, Mingling toil with peace and rest. Every day, the Lord Himself is near me With a special mercy for each hour; All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me, He whose name is Counselor and Power; The protection of His child and treasure Is a charge that on Himself He laid; “As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,” This the pledge to me He made. Help me then in every tribulation So to trust Thy promises, O Lord, That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation Offered me within Thy holy Word. Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting, Ever to take, as from a father’s hand, One by one, the days, the moments fleeting, Till I reach the promised land. 278 I have decided to follow Jesus Attr to S. Sundar Singh(?) / Indian prince / Anonymous I have decided to follow Jesus; I have decided to follow Jesus; I have decided to follow Jesus; No turning back, no turning back. Though none go with me, still I will follow; Though none go with me, still I will follow; Though none go with me, still I will follow; No turning back, no turning back. The world behind me, the cross before me; The world behind me, the cross before me; The world behind me, the cross before me; No turning back, no turning back. 279 Higher Ground Johnson Oatman, Jr. (1898) I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I’m onward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.” c Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. My heart has no desire to stay Where doubts arise and fears dismay; Though some may dwell where those abound, My prayer, my aim, is higher ground. c Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. I want to live above the world, Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled; For faith has caught the joyful sound, The song of saints on higher ground. c Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. I want to scale the utmost height And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I’ll pray till Heav’n I’ve found, Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. c Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. 280 Nearer, my God, to Thee Sarah Flower Adams (1841) Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone. Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There let the way appear, steps unto Heav’n; All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given; Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I’ll fly, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest, There in my Savior’s love, perfectly blest; Age after age to be, nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 281 The Battle Hymn of the Republic Julia Ward Howe (1862) 15.15.15.6. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. c Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps, they have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. c Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; he is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. c Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, with a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; as He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, while God is marching on. c Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on. 282 Onward, Christian soldiers Sabine Baring-Gould (1864) Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; Forward into battle see His banners go! c Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Like a mighty army moves the church of God; Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod. We are not divided, all one body we, One in hope and doctrine, one in charity. c Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane, But the church of Jesus constant will remain. Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail; We have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail. c Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. 283 Unto Thee O Lord Note: Song is copyrighted; Psalm 25 is shown here. Psalm 25:1-4, 7 Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul c O my God, I trust in Thee: Let me not be ashamed, Let not mine enemies triumph over me. Yea, let none that wait On Thee be ashamed Show me Thy ways Remember not The sins of my youth 284 Marching to Zion Isaac Watts (1707) & Robert Lowry (1867) Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord And thus surround the throne, And thus surround the throne. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King, But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad, May speak their joys abroad. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. There we shall see His face, And never, never sin! There, from the rivers of His grace, There, from the rivers of His grace, Drink endless pleasures in, Drink endless pleasures in. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. Yea, and before we rise, To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss, The thoughts of such amazing bliss, Should constant joys create, Should constant joys create. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. The men of grace have found, Glory begun below. Celestial fruits on earthly ground Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow, From faith and hope may grow. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets, Or walk the golden streets. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Emmanuel's ground, We're marching through Emmanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high, To fairer worlds on high. c We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God. 285 What Did He Do James M. Gray, Public domain O listen to the wondrous story, Counted once among the lost; Yet One came down from Heaven's glory, Saving us at awful cost! c Girls: Who saved us from eternal loss? Guys: Who but God's Son upon the cross? Girls: What did He do? Guys: He died for you! Girls: Where is He now? Guys: Believe it thou, Both: In Heaven interceding! No angel could His place have taken, Highest of the high though he; The loved One on the cross forsaken, Was One of the Godhead three! c Girls: Who saved us from eternal loss? Guys: Who but God's Son upon the cross? Girls: What did He do? Guys: He died for you! Girls: Where is He now? Guys: Believe it thou, Both: In Heaven interceding! And yet this wondrous tale proceedeth, Stirring heart and tongue aflame! As our High Priest in Heav'n He pleadeth, And Christ Jesus is His Name! c Girls: Who saved us from eternal loss? Guys: Who but God's Son upon the cross? Girls: What did He do? Guys: He died for you! Girls: Where is He now? Guys: Believe it thou, Both: In Heaven interceding! Will you surrender to this Savior? To His scepter humbly bow? You, too, shall come to know His favor; He will save you, save you now. c Girls: Who saved us from eternal loss? Guys: Who but God's Son upon the cross? Girls: What did He do? Guys: He died for you! Girls: Where is He now? Guys: Believe it thou, Both: In Heaven interceding! 286 Love Lifted Me James Rowe (1912) I was sinking deep in sin Far from the peaceful shore, Very deeply stained within, Sinking to rise no more. But the Master of the sea Heard my despairing cry, From the waters lifted me; Now safe am I. c Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. All my heart to Him I give, Ever to Him I’ll cling; In His blessed presence live, Ever His praises sing. Love so mighty and so true Merits my soul’s best songs. Faithful, loving service, too To Him belongs. c Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. Souls in danger look above, Jesus completely saves, He will lift you by His love, out of the angry waves. He’s the Master of the sea, billows His will obey, He your Savior wants to be, be saved today. c Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. Love lifted me, love lifted me, When nothing else could help, Love lifted me. 287 Life's Railway to Heaven M. E. Abbey, Public domain Life is like a mountain railroad With an engineer that's brave; We must make the run successful From the cradle to the grave; Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels; Never falter, never fail; Keep your hand upon the throttle, And your eye upon the rail. c Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us, Till we reach that blissful shore Where the angels wait to join us In Thy praise forevermore. You will roll up grades of trial; You will cross the bridge of strife; See that Christ is your Conductor On this lightning train of life; Always mindful of obstruction, Do your duty, never fail; Keep your hand upon the throttle, And your eye upon the rail. c Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us, Till we reach that blissful shore Where the angels wait to join us In Thy praise forevermore. As you roll across the trestle, Spanning Jordan's swelling tide, You behold the Union Depot Into which your train will glide; There you'll meet the Superintendent, God the Father, God the Son, With the hearty, joyous, plaudit, “Weary pilgrim, welcome home!” c Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us, Till we reach that blissful shore Where the angels wait to join us In Thy praise forevermore. 288 Seeking the Lost William A. Ogden Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating Wanderers on the mountain astray; "Come unto Me," His message repeating, Words of the Master speaking today. c Going afar upon the mountain. Bringing the wanderer back again. Into the fold of my Redeemer. Jesus, the Lamb for sinners slain. Seeking the lost, and pointing to Jesus Souls that are weak and hearts that are sore, Leading them forth in ways of salvation, Showing the path to life evermore. c Going afar upon the mountain. Bringing the wanderer back again. Into the fold of my Redeemer. Jesus, the Lamb for sinners slain. Thus I would go on missions of mercy, Following Christ from day unto day, Cheering the faint and raising the fallen, Pointing the lost to Jesus, the Way. c Going afar upon the mountain. Bringing the wanderer back again. Into the fold of my Redeemer. Jesus, the Lamb for sinners slain. 289 Grace Greater Than Our Sin Words: Julia H. Johnson. Public domain. Marvelous grace of our loving Lord, Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt, Yonder on Calvary's mount out-poured, There where the blood of the Lamb was spilt. c Grace, Grace, God's grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace grace, God's grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. Sin and despair like the sea waves cold, Threaten the soul with infinite loss; Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold, Points to the refuge, the mighty cross. c Grace, Grace, God's grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace grace, God's grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. Dark is the stain that we cannot hide, What can avail to wash it away? Look! there is flowing a crimson tide; Whiter than snow you may be today. c Grace, Grace, God's grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace grace, God's grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace, Freely bestowed on all who believe; All who are longing to see His face, Will you this moment His grace receive? c Grace, Grace, God's grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within; Grace grace, God's grace, Grace that is greater than all our sin. s ¡Gracia admirable del Dios de amor que excede a todo nuestro pecar! Cristo en la cruz por el pecador su vida ha dado. ¡Qué amor sin par! c ¡Gracia de Dios, que nos ofrece en su gran bondad! ¡Gracia de Dios, que excede a toda mi iniquidad! Negras las olas de la maldad me amenazaron con perdición; pudo en la gracia de Dios hallar dulce refugio mi corazón. c ¡Gracia de Dios, que nos ofrece en su gran bondad! ¡Gracia de Dios, que excede a toda mi iniquidad! Grande es la mancha de mi maldad. ¿Cómo la puedo emblanquecer? Viendo a Cristo quien en verdad como la nieve la puede hacer. c ¡Gracia de Dios, que nos ofrece en su gran bondad! ¡Gracia de Dios, que excede a toda mi iniquidad! 290 Living for Jesus Words: Thomas O. Chisholm (1917) Living for Jesus, a life that is true, Striving to please Him in all that I do; Yielding allegiance, glad-hearted and free, This is the pathway of blessing for me. c O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to Thee, For Thou, in Thy atonement, didst give Thyself for me; I own no other Master, my heart shall be Thy throne; My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone. Living for Jesus Who died in my place, Bearing on Calv’ry my sin and disgrace; Such love constrains me to answer His call, Follow His leading and give Him my all. Living for Jesus, wherever I am, Doing each duty in His holy Name; Willing to suffer affliction and loss, Deeming each trial a part of my cross. Living for Jesus through earth’s little while, My dearest treasure, the light of His smile; Seeking the lost ones He died to redeem, Bringing the weary to find rest in Him. 291 Master, the Tempest is Raging Words: Mary Ann Baker Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’er-shadowed with blackness, No shelter or help is nigh; “Carest Thou not that we perish?” How canst Thou lie asleep, When each moment so madly is threat’ning A grave in the angry deep? c “The winds and the waves shall obey my will. Peace,... be still!”... Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea, Or demons, or men, or whatever it be, No water can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies; They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, be still! Peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, peace, be still! Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today; The depths of my sad heart are troubled; O waken and save, I pray! Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o’er my sinking soul! And I perish! I perish, dear Master; O hasten, and take control! c “The winds and the waves shall obey my will. Peace,... be still!”... Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea, Or demons, or men, or whatever it be, No water can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies; They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, be still! Peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, peace, be still! Master, the terror is over, The elements sweetly rest; Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven’s within my breast. Linger, O blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more; And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore. c “The winds and the waves shall obey my will. Peace,... be still!”... Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea, Or demons, or men, or whatever it be, No water can swallow the ship where lies The Master of ocean and earth and skies; They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, be still! Peace, be still! They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace, peace, be still! 292 Let Us Sing of the Love of the Lord Words: D. W. Whittle Let us sing of the love of the Lord, As now to the cross we draw nigh; Let us sing to the praise of the God of all grace, For the love that gave Jesus to die. c O the love that gave Jesus to die, The love that gave Jesus to die; Praise God, it is mine, this love so divine. The love that gave Jesus to die. O how great was the love that was shown To us!—we can never tell why— Not to angels, but men; let us praise Him again For the love that gave Jesus to die. c O the love that gave Jesus to die, The love that gave Jesus to die; Praise God, it is mine, this love so divine. The love that gave Jesus to die. Now this love unto all God commends, Not one would His mercy pass by; “Whosoever shall call,” there is pardon for all In the love that gave Jesus to die. c O the love that gave Jesus to die, The love that gave Jesus to die; Praise God, it is mine, this love so divine. The love that gave Jesus to die. Who is he that can separate those Whom God doth in love justify? Whatsoever we need He includes in the deed, In the love that gave Jesus to die. c O the love that gave Jesus to die, The love that gave Jesus to die; Praise God, it is mine, this love so divine. The love that gave Jesus to die. 293 There Shall Be Showers Of Blessing (Tune: Christ is the Savior of Sinners) Words: D. W. Whittle There shall be showers of blessing: This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Savior above. c Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops 'round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. There shall be showers of blessing-- Precious reviving again; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain. c Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops 'round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. There shall be showers of blessing: Send them upon us, O Lord; Grant to us now a refreshing; Come and now honor Thy Word. c Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops 'round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. There shall be showers of blessing: Oh, that today they might fall, Now as to God we're confessing, Now as on Jesus we call! c Showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need: Mercy drops 'round us are falling, But for the showers we plead. 490 Isn't He Wonderful! © 1995 Jimmy Mac Music Company 6.6.9.6.7.9. c Isn't He wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Isn't Jesus my Lord, wonderful! Eyes have seen, ears have heard, It's recorded in God's Word. Isn't Jesus my Lord, wonderful. Didn't He die for me, on a cross at Calvary. Isn't Jesus, my Lord, wonderful! Suffer'd sin, shame, and pain, so that I might live again. Isn't Jesus my Lord wonderful! Soon my Lord will come back, will come back, will come back, Y-es Jesus my Lord will come back! Eyes will see, ears will hear, when He comes to live right here. Isn't Jesus my Lord, wonderful! 801 Away in a Manger Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the bright 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 forever, and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, and fit us for heaven to live with thee there. 802 Deck the halls 1800 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. 803 Angels we have heard on high 1700 Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply, Echo back their joyous strains. c 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? c Glo-ria in excelsis De-o Glo-ria in excelsis De-o. Come to Bethlehem, and see Him whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee Christ the Lord, the newborn King. c Glo-ria in excelsis De-o Glo-ria in excelsis De-o. 804 Go, tell it on the mountain 1865 c 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. c Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere. Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born. The shepherds feared and trembled when lo, above the earth rang out the angel chorus that hailed our Saviour's birth! c Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere. Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born. Down in a lonely manger the humble Christ was born, and God sent our salvation that blessed Christmas morn. c Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere. Go, tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ is born. 805 God rest you merry, gentlemen 1827 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. 806 Hark! the herald angels sing 1840 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. 807 The first Noel 1833 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. c 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. c Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel. 808 It came upon a midnight clear 1850 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. 809 Joy to the world 1836 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. 810 O little town of Bethlehem 1868 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. 811 O come, O come, Emmanuel Traditional O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear. c 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. c Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. 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. c Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. 812 O holy night 1847 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! Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His gospel is peace. Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother; And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name. Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever, His power and glory evermore proclaim. His power and glory evermore proclaim. 813 We wish you a Merry Christmas 1500 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. 814 Silent Night 1818 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! 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! 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. Jesus, Lord at Thy birth. 815 While Shepherds Watched 1728 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" 816 What Child is This? 1865 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!