2001-2014 Gospel Hymn Book

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood
Died He for me, who caused His pain
For me, who Him to death pursued
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me
'Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father's throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Humbled Himself and in His love
He 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.

Charles Wesley (1707-88)

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P.M.

Are you weary and sad 'neath the burden of sin
Does it fill all your soul with dismay
And to meet the just claims of a sin-hating God
Do you know you have nothing to pay
Come! Come, come unto Him!
If you own with repentance you've nothing to pay,
He will freely and frankly forgive,
All your tears and your sorrow will never atone,
Nor by works can you clear away sin,
Then turn to the One who can save you alone,
To the Saviour in confidence cling.
He's the One who has come from God's glory above,
To save you from ruin and loss;
For He paid the full debt in His own precious blood
When He put away sin on the cross.
Then come, ruined sinner, no longer delay,
Nor in bondage and misery live;
lf you own with repentance, you've nothing to pay,
He will freely and frankly forgive.

A. S. Ormsby

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Tune B.H.B. No. 30

Behold! Behold the Lamb of God
On the cross! On the cross!
For us He shed His precious blood,
On the cross! On the cross!
O hear His all-important cry,
"Eli, lama sabachthani"
Draw near and see the Saviour die,
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold His arms extended wide,
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold His bleeding hands and side,
On the cross! On the cross!
The sun withholds its rays of light,
The heavens are clothed in shades of night,
While Jesus wins the glorious Fight,
On the cross! On the cross!
By faith we see Him lifted up,
On the cross! on the cross!
He drinks, for us the bitter cup,
On the cross! On the cross!
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
on the cross! On the cross!
And now the mighty deed is done,
On the cross! on the cross!
The battle fought, the victory won,
On the cross! On the cross!
To heaven He turns His languid eyes,
"'Tis finished" now, the Conqueror cries,
Then bows His sacred head and dies,
On the cross! On the cross!

Joseph Hoskins (1745-88)

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Tune R.S. No. 106
L.M.D.

Behold Me standing at the door,
And hear Me pleading evermore,
With gentle voice, O, heart of sin,
May I come in May I come in
Behold Me standing at the door,
And hear Me pleading evermore:
Say weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I came in May I came in
I bore the cruel thorns for thee,
I've waited long and patiently:
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come in May I come in
I would not plead with thee in vain;
Remember all My grief and pain!
I died, to ransom thee from sin:
May I come in May I come in
I bring thee joy from heaven above,
I bring thee pardon, peace, and love:
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come in May I come in

Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)

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Behold the Lamb of God,
Who bore a vile world's sin,
Look unto Him and be thou saved;
The promise takes thee in.
Believe and you'll be saved,
The promise takes thee in;
The Saviour see He died for thee,
The promise takes thee in.
More marred than any man's,
The Saviour's visage See;
Was ever sorrow like to His,
Endured on Calvary
Gaze on His thorn-wreathed brow,
Behold the crimson tide
Flow from His head, His hands, His feet,
And from His pierced, side.
O, hear that startling cry!
What can its meaning be:
"My God, my God, O, why hast Thou
In wrath forsaken Me"
O, 'twas because our sins
On Him by God were laid;
He, who Himself had never sinned,
For sinners, sin was made.
Thus sin He put away,
Thus justice satisfied;
And sinners all who Jesus trust
Through Him are justified.
For God so loved the world,
He gave His only Son
That whosoever Him believes,
Eternal woe will shun.

Thomas Haweis (1732-1820)

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L.M.

Behold the Man upon the throne!
Both Lord and Christ is He alone,
God sent Him forth, His only One,
The Father's well-beloved Son.
Jesus, God's gift from heaven came;
Bore on the earth reproach and shame,
Bowed on the cross His holy head,
Died, and God raised Him from the dead.
Once for our crimson sins He died,
He suffered, He was crucified;
Now He, with glory, honour crowned,
O'er sin makes grace much more abound.
One Mediator, throned above,
Bears witness God is light and love;
None but the Son sets sinners free,
"Come now," He saith, "come unto Me."
"Come unto Me!" O blessed voice!
Ye laden ones, make Christ your choice;
The hour is near when every eye
Shall see Him shine in yonder sky.
God doth extol none other name,
Supreme, eternal, is His claim;
His rights let all confess, obey;
"Come unto Me," He saith today!

Hannah K. Burlingham (1842-1901)

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8.3.8.3.8.8.8.3.

Behold, the manner of God's love
On the cross! On the cross!
Expressed in deeds, all words above,
On the cross! On the cross!
The world with all its wealth were vain
To ransom souls from sin's dark stain;
Blood only could remission gain,
By the cross! By the cross!
Behold the measure of God's love
On the cross! On the cross!
There, there He did its greatness prove,
On the cross! On the cross!
O, what can with such love compare
There Jesus did God's love declare,
And all the weight of judgment bear
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold the fullness of God's love
On the cross! On the cross!
His love to all He then did prove,
On the cross! On the cross!
No greater gift could He bestow,
To show His love to man below;
Through His own Son doth mercy flow,
By the cross! By the cross!

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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Tune R.S. No. 436
C.M.

Behold what love, what boundless love,
The Father hath bestowed
On sinners lost, that we should be
Now called the sons of God!
Behold what manner of love!
What manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us,
That we-that we should be called,
Should be called the sons of God.
No longer far from Him, but now,
By precious blood made nigh;
Accepted in the Well-beloved,
Near to God's heart we lie.
What we in glory soon shall be,
It doth not yet appear;
But when our precious Lord we see,
We shall His image bear.
With such a blessed hope in view,
We would more holy be,
More like our risen, glorious Lord,
Whose face we soon shall see.

Margaret S. Sullivan

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Tune R.S. No. 417
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.
This is my story this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour 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 Saviour am happy and blest;
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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Tune R.S. No. 104
L.M.D.

Blessed be the fountain of blood,
To a world of sinners revealed;
Blessed be the dear Son of God;
Only by His stripes are we healed.
Though I' ve wandered far from His fold,
Bringing to my heart pain and woe,
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow.
Whiter than the snow,
Whiter than the snow,
Wash me in the blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow.
Thorny was the crown that He wore,
And the cross His body o'er came;
Grievous were the sorrows He bore,
But He suffered thus not in vain.
May I to that Fountain be led,
Made to cleanse my sins here below;
Wash me in the blood that He shed,
And I shall be whiter than snow.
Father, I have wandered from Thee,
Often has my heart gone astray;
Crimson do my sins seem to me:
Water cannot wash them away.
Jesus, to that Fountain of Thine,
Leaning on Thy promise I go,
Cleanse me by Thy washing divine,
And I shall be whiter than snow.

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Tune R.S. No. 92
7.7.7.3.7.7.7.3. and chorus

By Samaria's wayside well,
Once a blessed message fell
On a woman's thirsty soul, long ago;
And to eyes that long were sealed
Was the glorious light revealed,
Through a fountain that was opened
Long ago.
There's a fountain that was opened
Long ago, long ago,
For the healing of the nations is its flow;
Along the line of ages,
The prophets and the sages
Caught the singing of its waters
Long ago.
And a little captive maid,
By a leper undismayed,
Told to him a simple story long ago;
That the stream where he might have
Had alone the power to save,
Through his mist in that old fountain,
Long ago.
And a woman in a crowd,
Without word or cry aloud,
Just stooped down and touched His garment long ago;
As her urgent need appealed,
So her sinful soul was healed
In that fountain that was opened
Long ago.
As the eunuch tried to read
Philip taught him of his need,
And baptized him in the stream long ago;
As the outward seal and sign
Of an inward work divine,
That was wrought through that old fountain
Long ago.

Emma M. Johnston

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Calvary's cross is, to the sinner,
All his hope, and all his stay,
Hoary head or young beginner,
Rich or poor may come today.
Calvary's cross, the only refuge!
Calvary's cross, the only plea!
Calvary's cross! O, blessed shelter!
On it God's salvation see!
Calvary's cross, no other token
Will or can Jehovah give;
Hanging there, of Christ 'tis spoken,
“Look to Him and, looking, live."
Calvary's cross, 'tis God's one answer,
Tears nor groans can e'er avail,
All who on its fullness venture,
Must eternally prevail.
Calvary's cross, the sight how glorious,
Jesus dies yet triumphs there!
And for all the saved victorious,
Wins a home in heaven, so fair.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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Tune R.S. No. 103
8.7.8.7. and chorus

Christ has for sin atonement made,
What a wonderful Saviour,
We are redeemed, the price is paid,
What a wonderful Saviour.
What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Jesus,
What a wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Lord.
I praise Him for the cleansing blood,
What a wonderful Saviour,
That reconciled my soul to God,
What a wonderful Saviour.
He cleansed me from my guilt and sin,
What a wonderful Saviour,
And now He rules and reigns within,
What a wonderful Saviour.
He walks beside me in the way,
What a wonderful Saviour,
And keeps me faithful day by day,
What a wonderful Saviour.

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)

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Tune R.S. No. 10
8.7.8.7. and chorus

Christ is the Saviour of sinners,
Christ is the Saviour for me,
Long was I chained in sin's darkness,
Now by His grace I am free.
Saviour of sinners,
Saviour of sinners like me,
Shedding His blood for my ransom,
Christ is the Saviour for me.
Just as I was He received me,
Seeking from judgment to flee.
Now there is no condemnation,
Christ is the Saviour for me.
Now I can say I am pardoned,
Happy and justified, free,
Saved by my blessed Redeemer,
Christ is the Saviour 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 Saviour for me.

Hayman Wreford (19th Cent.)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 48
9.9.9.9. 5.5.5.9.

Christ, my Redeemer, died on the cross
Died for the sinner, paid all his due;
All who receive Him, need never fear,
Yes, He will pass, will pass over you.
When I see the blood,
When I see the blood,
When I see the blood,
I will pass, I will pass over you.
Chiefest of sinners, Jesus can save.
As He has promised, so will He do;
O! sinner, hear Him, trust in His Word.
Then He will pass, will pass over you.
O! what compassion, O, boundless love!
Jesus hath power, Jesus is true,
All who believe are saved from the storm.
O, He will pass, will pass over you.
Judgment is coming, all will be there,
Who have rejected, who have refused;
O! sinner, hasten, let Jesus in,
Then God will pass, will pass over you.

J.F.G. and E.A.H.

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Tune R.S. No. 177
8.6.8.6.6.6.8.6.

Christ the Saviour of sinners came
Into the world to save;
Sing His glory, His worth, His fame,
Jesus alone can save.
No name else is given,
Search through earth and heaven.
Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
Jesus alone can save.
Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
Jesus alone can save.
Tender were His works of grace,
Jesus alone can save;
Wheresoever His steps we trace,
Jesus alone can save;
Death and woe dispelling,
God's great mercy telling,
Works of righteousness all in vain,
Jesus alone can save;
His blood cleanses from every stain,
Jesus alone can save.
Now His work's completed,
Now in glory seated.
Tears can never forgiveness gain,
Jesus alone can save;
God will ever dead works disdain,
Jesus alone can save.
Hear His blest voice calling,
Blessings rich are falling.

Inglis Fleming (1859-1955)

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Tune R.S. No. 87

Come away to Jesus; He is willing to forgive,
His love will shine around you every moment that you live;
You'll find Him good and true, the pilgrim journey through,
He'll do better for you than this world can do.
He'll do better for you than this world can do,
He's a mighty Saviour; He is good and true;
He'll save you by His grace, until you see His face,
He'll do better for you than this world can do.
Come away to Jesus; let elusive trifles go,
For everlasting blessing He is able to bestow;
He'll answer when you pray, He'll take your sins away,
Lead you up and onward to His perfect day.
Come away to Jesus; from your earthly idols part,
And take His great salvation, for it satisfies the heart;
He'll open to your view His treasures ever new,
He'll do better for you than this world can do.

Eliza E. Hewitt (1851-1920)

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Tune R.S. No. 196
C.M.

Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And He will surely give you rest,
By trusting in His word.
Only trust Him! Only trust Him!
Only trust Him now!
He will save you! He will save you!
He will save you now!
For Jesus shed His precious blood,
Rich blessings to bestow:
It brings the sinner nigh to God
And washes white as snow.
Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

John H. Stockton (1813-77)

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Tune R.S. No. 569
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.

Come! hear the gospel sound,
Yet there is room!
It tells to all around,
Yet there is room!
Though guilty, now draw near,
Though vile, you need not fear,
With joy you now may hear,
Yet there is room!
God's love in Christ we see,
Yet there is room!
Greater it could not be,
Yet there is room!
His only Son He gave,
He's righteous now to save
All who on Him believe,
Yet there is room!
All things are ready, come!
Yet there is room!
Christ everything hath done,
Yet there is room!
The work is now complete,
Before the mercy seat,
A Saviour you shall meet,
Yet there is room!
God's house is filling fast
Yet there is room!"
Some soul will be the last,
Yet there is room!
Yes, soon salvation's day
From you will pass away,
Then grace no more will say,
Yet there is room!

George W. Frazer (1840-96)

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Tune R.S. No. 671
10.10.10.10.

“Come,” is the sweet invitation of grace;
Come unto Jesus, the soul's resting place;
Come, for His suffering for sinners is done;
Come, for the Father's well pleased in His Son.
Jesus, the Lord says, “Come unto Me,
Come unto Me, Come unto Me;"
Jesus the Lord, says, “Come unto Me,
And I will give you rest."
Come, for He died your lost soul to redeem;
Come, and have pardon and cleansing in Him;
Come, for the Father has raised Him on high
Come unto Jesus, for why will ye die
Come, discontented, in debt and distressed;
Come, is the Saviour's most urgent request;
Come, everyone, is His world—wide call;
Come, for all things are now ready for all.
Jesus has power on earth to forgive,
Jesus has power to make dead sinners live;
Jesus will never cast out those who come;
Jesus will keep them, and bear them safe home.

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Tune R.S. No. 196
C.M.

"Come, let us reason," saith the Lord:
Your sins of crimson dye
Shall be like wool, or white as snow,
When you on Christ rely.
Only trust Him! Only trust Him!
Only trust Him now!
He will save you! He will save you!
He will save you now!
"Come, heavy-laden, toiling — all!"
The loving Saviour cried,
O! He will give the weary rest:
For such alone He died.
Come, thirsty ones, who oft have drained
The cup of pleasure dry,
For Jesus only life can give,
A life that ne'er shall die.
Come as thou art, with all thy sins;
Come with thy hardened heart;
Come with thy cares, thy doubts, thy fears,
All grace He will impart.
Come, now, while yet His mercy lasts,
Perhaps thou wilt not see
Tomorrow's sun; thy soul tonight
May be required of thee!

William P. Mackay (1839-85)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 335
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.
Redemption ground the ground of peace:
Redemption ground, O wondrous grace,
Here let our praise to God abound,
Who saves us on redemption ground.
Once from my God I wandered far,
And with His holy will made war;
But now my songs to God abound,
I'm standing on redemption ground.
O, joyous hour when God to me
His Son revealed on Calvary!
My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound;
I sang upon redemption ground.
No works of merit now I plead,
But Jesus take for all my need;
No righteousness in me is found,
Except upon 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.

Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)

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Tune R.S. No. 83
10.8.10.8.

Come, sinners, behold what Jesus has done,
Behold how He suffered for thee:
They crucified Him, God's innocent Son,
Forsaken, He died on the tree!
They crucified Him, they crucified Him,
They nailed Him to the tree,
And so there He died, a King crucified,
To save a poor sinner like me.
From heaven He came, He loved you — He died:
Such love as His, never was known;
Behold, on the cross the Lord crucified,
To make you an heir to His throne.
There is nothing to do, for all has been done,
Just simply on Christ to believe;
And God has declared, all who trust in the Son,
The life everlasting receive.

J.M. Whyte (19th Cent.)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 50
C.M.

Come tell abroad a Saviour's love
In sacred melody,
In love He came from heaven above,
He went to Calvary.
We now proclaim His saving Name,
On Christ alone depend,
And you shall know e'en here below,
A life that ne'er shall end.
He saw us lost and doomed to die,
And when all hope had fled,
He came the law to magnify,
By dying in our stead.
Our sins had filled a bitter cup,
Which we could never drain,
In love the Saviour drank it up,
He died, He lives again.
Glad tidings now to all we bring,
'Tis God's good news we tell;
Come trust the Saviour while we sing,
He saves from death and hell.

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Tune R.S. No. 226
5.5.8.6.7.9.

Come to the Saviour, come to the Saviour,
All ye who are burdened with sin,
He left His throne above,
To reveal His wondrous love,
And to open a fountain for sin.
I do believe it! I do believe it!
I'm saved through the blood of the Lamb.
My happy soul is free,
For the Lord has pardoned me,
Hallelujah to His blessed Name.
Why dost thou linger Why dost thou linger
O, when wilt thou haste to be saved
Thy time is flying fast,
And thy day will soon be past,
O, arouse thee, and come and be saved.
Pardon is offered, pardon is offered,
A pardon full, present, and free;
The mighty debt was paid,
When on Calvary Jesus died,
To atone for a rebel like thee.

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Tune S.S. No. 375
C.M.

Come, weary one, and find sweet rest:
Jesus is passing by!
Come where the longing heart is blest,
And on His word rely.
Passing by! Passing by!
Hasten to meet Him on the way,
Jesus is passing by today!
Passing by! Passing by!
Come, burdened one, bring all your care:
Jesus is passing by!
The love that listens to your prayer,
Will "no good thing" deny.
Come, hungry one, and tell your need;
Jesus is passing by!
The Bread of Life your soul will feed,
And fully satisfy.
Come, contrite one, and seek His grace:
Jesus is passing by!
See in His reconciled face
The sunshine of the sky.

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Tune R.S. 131
8.7.8.7.D.

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him.
Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Joseph Hart (1712-68)

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P.M.

Down at the cross where my Saviour died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!
Glory to His Name!
Glory to His Name!
There to my heart: was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!
I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within,
There at the cross where He took me in:
Glory to His Name!
O, precious fountain, that saves from sin!
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean:
Glory to His Name!
Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete.
Glory to His Name!

Elisha A. Hayman (1839-1929)

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Tune S.S. No. 427
9.9.9.5. and chorus

Down from the glory the Saviour came,
Down to the cross and the death of shame;
Gazing in wonder I there exclaim,
Jesus died for me.
Jesus died for me; Jesus died for me;
This is my boast, and this my song,
Jesus died for me.
There as my Surety He firmly stood,
Paid for my ransom His precious blood;
Died for my sin, to bring me to God,
Jesus died for me.
Now in the Gospel He sends to thee
News of salvation, and pardon free;
Whoso believeth, his song shall be
Jesus died for me.

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8.8.8.8.D.

Eternity! Time soon will end,
Its fleeting moments pass away;
O sinner, say, where wilt thou spend
Eternity's unchanging day
Shalt thou the hopeless horror see
Of hell for all eternity
Eternity! Eternity!
Where wilt thou spend eternity
Eternity! O dreadful thought
For thee, a child of Adam's race,
If thou shouldst in thy sins be brought
To stand before the awful face,
From which the heaven and earth shall flee,
The throned One of eternity.
Eternity! but Jesus died,
Yes, Jesus died on Calvary;
Behold Him thorn—crowned, crucified,
The spotless One made sin for thee,
O, sinner, haste! for refuge flee,
He saves, and for eternity.
Eternity! behold the Lamb,
Once slain, now lives, exalted high.
He calls thee, sinner, by thy name
Just as thou art, to Him draw nigh;
Thy sins He bore to set thee free,
Believe, and live eternally.
Tonight may be thy latest breath,
Thy little moment here be done;
Eternal woe, the second death,
Awaits the grace-rejecting one.
Thine awful destiny foresee,
Time ends, and then eternity.

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Tune R.S. No. 186
10.10.9.8. and chorus

Free from the law, oh, happy condition!
Jesus hath bled, and there is remission
Cursed by the law, and bruised by the fall!
Christ hath redeemed us once for all.
Once for all, O sinner; receive it,
Once for all, O brother; believe it,
Cling to the cross, the burden will fall,
Christ hath redeemed us once for all.
Now are we free — there's no condemnation.
Jesus provides a perfect salvation,
"Come unto me," O, hear His sweet call,
Come, and He'll save you once for all.
Children of God, O, glorious calling,
Surely His grace will keep us from falling,
Passing from death to life at His call,
Blessed salvation once for all.

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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P.M.

From Salem's gates, advancing slow,
What object meets mine eyes
What means yon majesty of woe;
What mean yon mingled cries
O, the blood of Jesus,
The precious blood of Jesus,
O, the blood of Jesus,
It cleanses from all sin.
Who can it be who toils beneath
Yon ponderous cross of wood
Whose soul's o'erwhelmed in floods of death,
Whose body's bathed in blood
Is this the Man, can this be He
The prophets have foretold,
Should with transgressors numbered be,
And for my crimes be sold
O lovely sight, O heavenly form,
For sinful souls to see;
I'll creep beside Him as a worm,
And see Him die for me.

William Batty (18th Cent.)

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8.8.6.8.8.6.

From whence this fear and unbelief,
If God, my Father, put to grief
His spotless Son for me
Can He, the righteous Judge of men,
Condemn me for that debt of sin,
Which, Lord, was charged to Thee
Complete atonement Thou hast made,
And to the utmost farthing paid,
Whate'er Thy people owed;
How, then, can wrath on me take place,
Now standing in God's righteousness,
And sprinkled by Thy blood
If Thou hast my discharge procured,
And freely in my place endured
The whole of wrath divine,
Payment, God will not twice demand,
First at my bleeding Surety's hand,
And then again at mine.
Turn, then, my soul, unto thy rest,
The merits of thy great High Priest
Speak peace and liberty!
Trust in His efficacious blood,
Nor fear thy banishment from God,
Since Jesus died for thee!

Augustus M. Toplady (1740-78)

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Tune R.S. No. 865
C.H.F. No. 66

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Katherine A.M. Kelly (1869-1942)

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Tune R.S. No. 455
8.7.8.7.D.

God in mercy sent His Son
To a world by sin undone.
Jesus Christ was crucified,
'Twas for sinners Jesus died.
O the glory of the grace
Shining in the Saviour's face,
Telling sinners, from above,
“God is light" and “God is love.”
Sin and death no more shall reign,
Jesus died and lives again!
In the glory's highest height
See Him God's supreme delight.
All who in His Name believe,
Everlasting life receive;
Lord of all is Jesus now,
Every knee to Him must bow.
Christ the Lord will come again,
He who suffered once will reign,
Every tongue at last shall own.
"Worthy is the Lamb" alone.

Hannah K. Burlingham (1842-1901)

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Tune R.S. No. 125

God is calling the prodigal, come, without delay,
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Though you've wandered so far from His presence, come today,
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Calling now for thee,
O! weary, prodigal, came;
Calling now for thee,
O! weary, prodigal, come.
Patient, loving, and tenderly still the Father pleads,
Hear, O, hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
O! return while the Spirit in mercy intercedes,
Hear His loving voice calling still
Come, there's bread in the House of our Father, and to spare,
Hear, O, hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Lo! the table is spread, and the feast is waiting there,
Hear His loving voice calling still.

Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

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Tune R.S No. 114
C.M.

God loved the world of sinners lost
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full, at highest cost,
He offers free to all.
O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love!
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour 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.
Believing souls, rejoicing go,
There shall to you be given
A glorious foretaste, here below,
Of endless life in heaven.
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.

Martha M. Stockton (1821-85)

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Tune S.S. No. 669
8.5.8.5.D.

God so loved the world that scorned Him,
That He sent His Son;
Jesus came to seek and save us
And that work is done!
Jesus came to seek and save us,
All His work is done,
Done as God Himself desired it,
By His blessed Son.
All is done, yes, all is finished,
All the debt is paid;
On the Lamb Who died for sinners,
All our guilt was laid.
God the Father called Him "Jesus,"
When He sent Him down,
And for us He bore the judgment,
Won for us the crown.
All the ransomed call Him "Jesus,"
Him as Lord we own;
Once upon the cross to save us,
Now upon the throne.
Weary sinner — call Him “Jesus,"
Thus doth God implore,
Thou shalt then, His name confessing,
Know His saving power!

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Tune R.S. No. 40
10.10.10.12.

Hark! sinner, hark, we have tidings so true;
Tidings of pardon and blessing for you!
God, in His Word, says that Christ on the tree,
Died for guilty sinners, and salvation is free.
Hear the news, sinner, free! free! free!
Why not believe it, 'tis good news for thee;
Jesus, the Just One, has died on the tree,
Died for guilty sinners, and salvation is free.
Guilty you are, yet we know very well
Jesus has suffered to save you from hell;
Though now condemned, justified you may be,
Jesus paid the ransom, and salvation is free.
Trust not in doing, it cannot avail,
Good resolutions and works can but fail;
Grace, grace alone, is the saved sinner's plea
"Not of works," the Scriptures say, salvation is free.
Trust not in feelings, your heart is depraved,
Trust only Jesus, and you shall be saved;
Tears of repentance, though real they may be,
Ne'er can purchase heaven, for salvation is free.

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Tune R.S. No. 249
12.11.12.11.

Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee,
And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend;
Give ear to His voice, lest in judgment He meet thee;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.
The harvest is passing, the summer will end;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.
How oft of thy danger and guilt He hath told thee!
How oft still the message of mercy doth send!
Haste, haste, while He waits in His arms to enfold thee;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.
Despised and rejected, at length He may leave thee:
What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend!
Then haste thee, O sinner, while He will receive thee;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.
Ere long, and Jehovah will come in His power;
Our God will arise with His foes to contend;
Haste, haste thee, O sinner, prepare for that hour;
The harvest is passing, the summer will end.

John B. Hague (19th Cent.)

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Tune R.S. No. 212
8.7.8.7.4.7.

Hark! the gospel news is sounding,
Christ has suffered on the tree;
Streams of mercy are abounding,
Grace for all is rich and free.
Now poor sinner,
Come to Him who died for thee.
O! escape to yonder mountain,
Refuge find in Him today;
Christ invites you to the fountain,
Come and wash your sins away.
Do not tarry,
Come to Jesus while you may.
Grace is flowing like a river,
Millions there have been supplied;
Still it flows as fresh as ever
From the Saviour’s wounded side.
None need perish,
All may live, for Christ has died.
Christ alone shall be our portion,
Soon we hope to meet above;
Then we’ll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer’s love;
All His fullness
We shall then for ever prove.

Hugh Bourne (1772-1852)

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P.M.

Hark! the Saviour’s voice from heaven
Speaks a pardon full and free;
Come, and thou shalt be forgiven;
Boundless mercy flows for thee,
Even thee, even thee,
Boundless mercy flows for thee.
See the healing fountain springing
From the Saviour on the tree;
Pardon, peace, and cleansing bringing,
Lost one, loved one, ’tis for thee,
Even thee, even thee,
Lost one, loved one, ’tis for thee.
Hear His love and mercy speaking,
Come, poor sinner, come to Me;
Though thy heart for sin be breaking
I have rest and peace for thee,
Even thee, even thee,
I have rest and peace for thee.
Every sin shall be forgiven,
Thou through grace a child shalt be;
Child of God, and heir of heaven,
Yes, a mansion waits for thee,
Even thee, even thee,
Yes, a mansion waits for thee.
Then in love for ever dwelling,
Jesus all thy joy shall be;
And thy song shall still be telling
All His mercy did for thee,
Even thee, even thee,
All His mercy did for thee.

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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?
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.
Have you any time for Jesus
As in grace He calls again;
O, today is time accepted.
Tomorrow you may call in vain.
Room and time now give to Jesus,
Soon will pass God's day of grace;
Soon thy heart left cold and silent,
And the Saviour’s pleading cease.

Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)

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Have you found the Saviour precious
More than all on earth beside,
He who gave His life to save you,
Who for your transgressions died.
Have you found the Saviour precious
Can you slight such love as this
Surely there can be no greater!
Would you give your life for His
Have you found the Saviour precious
Who for you passed through the grave,
Broke the bonds of death asunder,
Have you proved His power to save
Have you found the Saviour precious
Do you know the peace and rest
That doth fill each soul who trusts Him,
Who in His deep love is blest
Have you found the Saviour precious
Seek Him then without delay,
Taste the sweetness of His pardon,
He will take your sins away.

Ida L. Reed

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P.M.

Have you read the story of the cross,
Where Jesus bled and died;
Where your debt was paid by His precious blood
That flowed from His wounded side
He died an atoning death for thee,
He died an atoning death;
O, wondrous love! it was for thee
He died an atoning death!
Have you read how they placed a crown of thorns
Upon His lovely brow
When He prayed, "Forgive them, O! forgive,
They know not what they do.”
Have you read how He saved the dying thief
When hanging on the tree
Who looked with pitying eyes and said,
"O Lord, remember me."
Have you read that He looked to heaven and said,
"'Tis finished" — 'twas for thee
Have you ever said, "I thank Thee, Lord,
For giving Thy life for me"

Thomas Dennis (19th Cent.)

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Tune R.S. No. 171
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
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 Saviour’s side
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
When the Bridegroom cometh, will your robes be white,
Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)

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Tune R.S. No. 181
8.6.8.6.8.8.

He tells me words whereby I’m saved,
He points to something done,
Accomplished on Mount Calvary
By His beloved Son,
In which no works of mine have place,
Else grace with works is no more grace.
Believing this, how can I wait,
And ask what shall I do
To make His gift more sure to me,
His loving words more true
Since works of mine have here no place,
Else grace with works is no more grace.
Ah, no! It is His finished work
On which my soul relies:
And if my unbelieving heart
Its preciousness denies,
That works of mine might have a place,
Then grace with works is no more grace.
But in that He is raised on high,
Who came our sins to bear,
I know that I am seen of God
In oneness with Him there;
Where not a spot His eyes can trace,
Nor aught that mars His work of grace.
O wondrous words! O precious work!
By which the soul is saved;
And Thou who didst it, blessed Lord,
Hast in my heart engraved
A Name which must all names displace
With me, a lost one, saved by grace.

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Tune R.S. No. 188

Hear the Saviour at the door, let Him in
Let Him in, let Him in.
He has often knocked before, let Him in
Let Him in, let Him in.
'Tis the Saviour standing at the door;
He is been watching, waiting there before,
Open wide the heart of sin,
Let the blessed Saviour in;
Let Him in, let Him in.
He’s your best and truest Friend, let Him in...
One who always will defend, let Him in...
Do not let Him knock in vain, let Him in...
He may never come again, let Him in...
Hear His gentle, loving voice, let Him in...
Bid Him welcome, and rejoice, let Him in...

L. H. Parthemore

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P.M.

Hell is darkness — deep and awful;
Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
Heaven is light — all bright and joyful,
And its light may shine on thee.
O, be saved, His grace is free!
O, be saved, He died for thee!
O, be saved, He died for thee!
Hell is fire — for ever burning,
Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
Mercy waits for thy returning,
With a pardon full and free.
Hell is deep — without a bottom;
Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
Deeper down than Tyre and Sidon
Must the Christ—rejecter be.
Hear the voice of Jesus pleading,
Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
See the Man of Sorrows bleeding,
Dying on the accursed tree.
"It is finished" — Christ is risen,
Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee:
Though the Spirit long has striven,
He’ll not always strive with thee.

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6.6.6.6.8.8.

Himself He could not save,
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh:
Yes, Christ the Son of God must bleed
That sinners might from sin be freed.
Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done;
And sin’s full weight must fall
Upon a sinless one;
For nothing else could God accept
In payment of the fearful debt.
Himself He could not save,
For He the surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood.
He bore the penalty for thee
When dying on the accursed tree.
Himself He could not save,
Yet, now a Saviour, He
Bids sinners to Him come,
And live eternally.
Believing in Him now, we prove
His saving power, His changeless love.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 93
S.M.

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth,
“Ye must be born again.”
"Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice,
’Tis life poor sinners need.
"Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul elsewhere may go,
’Tis He alone can save.
"Ye must be born again!”
Or never enter heaven;
’Tis only blood—washed ones are there,
The ransomed and forgiven.
"Ye must be born again!”
Then look to Christ and live;
He is "the life" and waits in heaven
Eternal life to give.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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11.11.11.11.

How wondrous a Saviour is God’s blessed Son,
How great and eternal the work He has done!
God’s glory maintained by His death on the tree,
While mercy flows freely to you and to me.
How free is the pardon His blood has procured!
How blessed the welcome His name has ensured
To all who confess Him their Saviour and Lord,
Now brought into favour, believing His Word.
On Calvary see Him, who died in our stead,
Exhausting God’s judgment, when for us He bled;
God’s wrath He endured on Calvary’s tree,
By weakness and dying, the victor was He
O! why remain distant, when God calls thee near
In love that dismisses all bondage and fear
O, why remain Christless, when thou may’st be blest
O, why remain weary, when Christ giveth rest
The moments are fleeting; then, haste, nor delay,
Secure God’s salvation, while still ’tis today;
Eternity’s ages thy soul has to face
In blackness of darkness, or riches of grace.

L. H. Farrell (19th Cent.)

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8.8.8.7.

I am not skilled to understand,
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know at His right hand
Stands One who is my Saviour!
I take Him at His word indeed:
"Christ died for sinners," this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Saviour!
That He should leave His place on high,
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange — so once did I,
Before I knew my Saviour.
And O, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Saviour!
Yea, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring,
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Saviour.

Dora Greenwell (1821-82)

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8.5.8.3.

I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Trusting only Thee!
Trusting Thee for full salvation,
Great and free.
I am trusting Thee for pardon,
At Thy feet I bow;
For Thy grace and tender mercy,
Trusting now.
I am trusting Thee for cleansing
In Thy precious blood;
Trusting Thee to bring me safely
Home to God.
I am trusting Thee to guide me,
Thou alone shalt lead;
Every day and hour supplying
All my need.
I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus;
On Thy name I call;
I am trusting Thee for ever,
And for all.

Frances R. Havergal (1836-79)

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I have a Friend whose faithful love
Is more than all the world to me,
’Tis higher than the heights above,
And deeper than the soundless sea.
So old, so new, so strong, so true:
Before the earth received its frame
He loved me — Blessed be His name!
He held the highest place above,
Adored by all the sons of flame,
Yet, such His self—denying love,
He laid aside His crown and came
To seek the lost and, at the cost
Of heavenly rank and earthly fame,
He sought me — Blessed be His name!
It was a lonely path He trod,
From every human soul apart,
Known only to Himself and God
Was all the grief that filled His heart;
Yet from the track He turned not back,
Till where I lay in want and shame,
He found me — Blessed be His name!
Then dawned at last that day of dread
When, desolate, yet undismayed,
With wearied frame and thorn-crowned head
He, now forsaken and betrayed,
Went up for me to Calvary,
And, dying there in grief and shame,
He saved me — Blessed be His name!
Long as I live my song shall tell
The wonders of His matchless love;
And when at last I rise to dwell
In the bright home prepared above,
My joy shall be His face to see,
And bowing then with loud acclaim,
I’ll praise Him — Blessed be His name!

C.A. Tydeman

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P.M.

I have a Saviour — He’s pleading in glory,
So precious though earthly enjoyments be few;
And now He is watching in tenderness o’er me;
But O, that my Saviour were your Saviour too!
For you I am praying,
For you I am praying,
For you I am praying,
I ’m praying for you.
I have a rest- and the earnest is given,
Though now for a time ’tis concealed from my view;
’Tis life everlasting - ’tis Jesus - ’tis heaven;
And O, dearest friend, let me meet you there too.
I have a peace - and it’s calm as a river,
A peace that the friends of the world never knew;
My Saviour alone is its author and giver;
But O, could I know it was given to you!

S. O’Malley Cluff (1837-1910)

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I have seen the cross of Jesus,
Gazed upon the Crucified:
And my heart is won for ever,
I am saved and satisfied.
Earth's joys no longer charm me,
And the world has lost its hold,
But my heart will sing with gladness
When the pearly gates unfold.
I had sought in worldly pleasure
To forget eternity,
Thus, unsatisfied and weary,
I was brought to Calvary.
O, the wondrous love of Jesus,
Not the half hath yet been told,
I shall know it in its fullness,
When the pearly gates unfold.

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I hear Thy welcome voice,
That calls me, Lord, to Thee,
For cleansing in Thy precious blood,
That flowed on Calvary.
I am coming, Lord,
Coming now to Thee;
Trusting only in the blood
That: flowed on Calvary.
Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure:
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!

Lewis Hartsough (1828-1919)

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Eugene M. Bartlett, Sr.

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Tune R.S. No. 174
B.H.B. No. 90 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 was saved,
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 days 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 travelling days are done.

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

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I left it all with Jesus, long ago;
All my sins I brought Him, and my woe.
When by faith I saw Him on the tree,
Heard His still, small whisper, ’tis for thee,
From my heart the burden rolled away,
Happy day!
From my heart the burden rolled away,
Happy day!
I leave it all with Jesus, For He knows;
How to steal the bitter from life’s woes;
How to gild the tear drop with His smile,
Make the desert garden bloom a while;
When my weakness leaneth on His might,
All seems light.
When my weakness leaneth on His might,
All seems light.
I leave it all with Jesus, day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may.
Hope has dropped her anchor,
Found her rest
In the calm, sure haven of His breast;
Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side
Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side
O, leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul!
Tell not half thy story, but the whole.
Worlds on worlds are hanging on His Hand,
Life and death are waiting His command;
Yet His tender bosom makes thee room,
O, come home,
Yet His tender bosom makes thee room,
O, come home.

Ellen H. Willis

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Tune R.S. No. 606
7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6. and chorus

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above.
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love!
I love to tell the story
Because I know it’s true!
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.
I love to tell the story!
Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams;
I love to tell the story!
It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee
I love to tell the story!
’Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story!
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God’s own Holy Word.
I love to tell the story!
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest;
And when in scenes of glory
I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story
That l have loved so long.

A. Katherine Hankey (1834-1911)

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I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this;
I shall ne’er get sight of the gates of light
lf the way of the cross I miss.
The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home,
It is sweet to know, as I onward go,
The way of the cross leads home.
I must needs go on in the blood-sprinkled way,
The path that the Saviour trod,
If I ever climb to the heights sublime,
Where the soul is at home with God.
Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it nevermore;
For my Lord says, "Come," and I seek my home
Where He waits at the open door.

Jessie Brown Pounds (1861-1921)

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Tune R.S. No. 351
B.H.B. No. 96 11.11.11.11.

I once was a stranger
To grace and to God,
I knew not my danger
And felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture
Of Christ on the tree,
Jehovah Tsidkenu
Was nothing to me.
Like tears from the daughters
Of Zion that roll,
I wept when the waters
Went over His soul;
Yet thought not that my sins
Had nailed to the tree,
Jehovah Tsidkenu
’Twas nothing to me.
When free grace awoke me
By light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me,
I trembled to die;
No refuge, no safety,
In self could I see,
Jehovah Tsidkenu,
My Saviour must be
My terrors all vanished
Before the sweet name,
My guilty fears banished,
With boldness I came
To drink at the fountain,
Life-giving and free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu
Is all things to me.
E’en treading the valley,
The shadow of death,
This watchword will rally
My faltering breath;
For if from life’s fever
My God sets me free,
Jehovah Tsidkenu,
My death-song shall be.

R. Murray McCheyne (1813-43)

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I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvellous! how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvellous! how wonderful!
Is my Saviour'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.
In wonder angels beheld Him
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.
He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden on Calvary,
And suffered and died alone.
And 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.

Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

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Tune R.S. No. 614
10.8.10.8.

I was once far away from the Saviour,
As vile as a sinner could be;
And I wondered if Christ the Redeemer
Could save a poor sinner like me.
I wandered on in the darkness,
Not a ray of light could I see;
And the thought filled my heart with sadness,
There’s no hope for a sinner like me.
And then, in that dark lonely hour,
A voice sweetly whispered to me,
Saying, "Christ the Redeemer hath power
To save a poor sinner like thee."
I then fully trusted in Jesus:
And O! what a joy came to me!
My heart was filled with His praises
For saving a sinner like me.
No longer in darkness I’m walking,
The light is now shining on me
And now unto others I’m telling
How He saved a poor sinner like me.
And when life’s journey is over
And I the dear Saviour shall see,
I’ll praise Him for ever and ever,
For saving a sinner like me.
And now while I walk in the valley,
May Jesus be precious to me,
Till the morn I shall rise to adore Him
Who has saved a poor sinner like me.

Charles J. Butler

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I was sinking deep in sin,
Sinking to rise no more,
Overwhelmed by guilt within,
Mercy I did implore.
Then the Master of the sea
Heard my despairing cry.
Christ my Saviour lifted me,
Now safe am I.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When no one but Christ 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 Saviour wants to be,
Be saved today!
When the waves of sorrow roll,
When I am in distress,
Jesus takes my hand in His,
Ever He loves to bless.
He will every fear dispel,
Satisfy every need;
All who heed His loving call,
Find rest indeed.

James Rowe (1865-1933)

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Tune R.S. No. 17
B.H.B. No. 102

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.
Sing, O, sing of my Redeemer
With His blood He purchased me;
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid my 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.
I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I’ll tell;
How the victory He giveth,
Over sin, and death, and hell.
I will sing of my Redeemer
And His heavenly love to me;
He from death to life has brought me,
Son of God, with Him to be.

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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Tune R.S. No. 66
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.
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory
Gathered by the crystal sea.
I was lost but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone and fears possessed me
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o’er me;
Sorrow’s path I often tread;
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I’m safely led.
He will keep me till the river
Roll its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

Francis H. Rowley (1854-1952)

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P.M.

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Charles F. Weigle (20th Cent.)

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Tune R.S. No. 809
11.11.11.11.

If I could only tell Him as I know Him,
My Redeemer who has brightened all my way;
If I could tell how precious is His presence,
I am sure that you would make Him yours today.
Could I tell it, could I tell it,
How the sunshine of His presence, lights my way;
I would tell it, I would tell it
And I’m sure that you would make Him yours today.
If I could only tell you how He loves you,
And if we could through the lonely garden go;
If I could tell His dying pain and pardon,
You would worship at His wounded feet, I know.
If I could tell how sweet will be His welcome
In that home whose matchless beauty ne’er was told;
The Father’s mansions stand by living waters
And the trees of healing shade the street of gold.
But I can never tell Him as I know Him;
Human tongue can never tell all love divine;
I only can entreat you to accept Him;
You can know Him only when you make Him thine.

Ina D. Ogdon

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Tune C.H.F. No. 108
10.9.10.9.D.

If I gained the world, but lost the Saviour,
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 Saviour,
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 Saviour
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 Saviour,
’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 Saviour,
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.

Anna Olander (1861-1939)

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In fancy I stood by the shore, one day,
Of the beautiful murmuring sea;
I saw the great crowds as they thronged the way
Of the Stranger of Galilee;
I saw how the man who was blind from birth,
In a moment was made to see;
The lame was made whole by the matchless skill
Of the Stranger of Galilee.
And I felt I could love Him forever;
So gracious and tender was He!
I claimed Him that day as my Saviour;
This Stranger of Galilee.
His look of compassion, His words of love,
They shall never forgotten be,
When sin—sick and helpless He saw me there,
This Stranger of Galilee:
He showed me His hand and His riven side,
And He whispered "It was for tbee!"
My burden fell off at the pierced feet
Of the Stranger of Galilee.
I heard Him speak peace to the angry waves,
Of that turbulent, raging sea;
And lo! at His word are the waters stilled,
This Stranger of Galilee;
A peaceful, a quiet and holy calm,
Now and ever abides with me;
He holdeth my life in His mighty hands,
This Stranger of Galilee.
Come ye, who are driven, and tempest-tossed,
And His gracious salvation see;
He’ll quiet life’s storms with His “Peace, be still!"
This Stranger of Galilee;
He bids me to go and the story tell
What He ever to you will be,
If only you let Him with you abide,
This Stranger of Galilee.
O, my friend, won't you love Him forever
So gracious and tender is He!
Accept Him today as your Saviour:
This Stranger of Galilee.

Mrs. C.H. Morris

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P.M.

In loving kindness Jesus came,
My soul in mercy to reclaim,
And from the depths of sin and shame
Through grace He lifted me.
From sinking sand He lifted me;
With tender hand He lifted me;
From shades of night to plains of light,
O, praise His name, He lifted me!
He called me long before I heard,
Before my sinful heart was stirred;
But when I took Him at His word,
Forgiven He lifted me.
His-brow was pierced with many a thorn,
His hands by cruel nails were torn,
When from my guilt and grief, forlorn,
In love He lifted me.
Now on a higher plane I dwell,
And with my soul I know ’tis well;
Yet how or why, I cannot tell,
He should have lifted me.

Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

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Tune R.S. No. 141
7.6.7.6.8.8.

In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders brought me
Back to His fold again.
While angels in His presence sang
Until the courts of heaven rang.
O, the love that sought me!
O, the blood that bought me!
O, the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!
He washed the bleeding sin-wounds,
And poured in oil and wine;
He whispered to assure me,
“I’ve found thee, thou art Mine;"
I never heard a sweeter voice,
It made my aching heart rejoice.
He pointed to the nail-prints,
For me His blood was shed,
A mocking crown so thorny
Was placed upon His head.
I wonder what He saw in me
To suffer such deep agony.
I’m sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I’m waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call us to His side,
To be with Him, His spotless bride.

W. Spencer Walton (19th Cent.)

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P.M.

Is there a heart that is waiting,
Longing for pardon today
Hear the glad message proclaiming,
Jesus is passing this way.
Jesus is passing this way,
This way today;
Jesus is passing this way,
Is passing this way today.
Is there a heart that has wandered
Come with thy burden today;
Mercy is tenderly pleading,
Jesus is passing this way.
Is there a heart that is broken
Weary and sighing for rest
Come to the arms of thy Saviour,
Pillow thy head on His breast.
Come to thy only Redeemer,
Come to His infinite love;
Come to the gate that is leading
Homeward to mansions above.

Annie L. James

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P.M.

It is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven
And die to save a soul like me.
And yet I know that it is true:
He chose a poor and humble lot,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died
For love of those who loved Him not.
I cannot tell how He could love
A child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be most wonderful,
If He could die my love to win.
It is most wonderful to know
His love for me, so free and sure;
But ’tis more wonderful to see
My love for Him so faint and poor.
And yet I Want to love Thee, Lord;
O, light the flame within my heart
And I will love Thee more and more,
Until I see Thee as Thou art.

William W. How (1823-97)

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It was alone the Saviour prayed
In dark Gethsemane;
Alone He drained the bitter cup,
And suffered on the tree.
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 Saviour stood
In Pilate’s judgment hall;
Alone the crown of thorns He bore,
Forsaken there by all.
Alone upon the Cross He hung
That others He might save;
Forsaken then by God Himself,
Alone His life He gave.
Can you reject such matchless love
Can you His claim disown
Commit your soul in faith to Him
Who bore your guilt alone.

Ben H. Price

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Tune R.S. 459
P.M.

I've a soul to be saved;
May this truth be engraved
On my mind and my heart while I'm young.
O, how awful the cost,
If my soul should be lost,
And in hell if I die as I am.
Die as I am; yes, die as I am;
All hope gone for ever
If I die as I am.
Now the Lord's at my door,
In His grace doth implore
That I open and let Him come in;
Ere He calls hence away
All the children of day,
And forever I'm left as I am.
Left as I am; yes, left as I am;
All hope gone for ever
If I'm left as I am.
From my heart I implore
That He leave not my door
Till I open and let Him come in.
I may trust Him today,
Have my sins put away
And be saved if I come as I am.
Come as I am, yes, come as I am;
Lost, guilty, and helpless,
I'll come just as I am.

William McCracken (1873-1961)

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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.
Coming home, coming home,
Never more to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love,
Lord, I ’m coming home.
I’ve wasted many precious years,
Now I’m coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears,
Lord, I’m coming home.
I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Now I’m coming home;
I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy Word,
Lord, I'm coming home.

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838-1921)

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11.11.11.11.

Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul,
Guilty, lost and helpless; Thou canst make me whole.
There is none in heaven nor on earth like Thee;
Thou hast died for sinners — therefore Lord for me.
Jesus, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul,
Guilty lost and helpless, Thou canst make me whole.
Jesus, I may trust Thee, name of matchless worth,
Spoken by the angel at Thy wondrous birth;
Written, and for ever, on Thy cross of shame,
Sinners read and worship, trusting in that Name.
Jesus, I must trust Thee, pondering Thy ways,
Full of love and mercy all Thine earthly days;
Sinners gathered round Thee, lepers sought Thy face,
None too vile or loathsome for a Saviour's grace.
Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written Word,
Though Thy voice of pity I have never heard;
When Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweet,
Only may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet.
Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt:
"Whosoever cometh Thou wilt not cast out,”
Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood;
These my soul’s salvation, Thou my Saviour God.
Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt,
Whosoever cometh Thou wilt not cost out.

Mary J. Walker (1816-78)

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P.M.

Jesus is standing in Pilate’s hall,
Friendless, forsaken, betrayed by all:
Hearken! What meaneth the sudden call,
"What will you do with Jesus
What will you do with Jesus
Neutral you cannot be;
Some day your heart will be asking,
"What will He do with me
Will you evade Him as Pilate tried,
Or will you choose Him, whate’er betide
Vainly you struggle from Him to hide:
What will you do with Jesus
Jesus is standing on trial still,
Yours is the choice now for good or ill,
Now for eternity yield your will:
What will you do with Jesus

Albert B. Simpson (1843-1919)

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Tune R.S. No. 133

Jesus is tenderly calling thee home,
Calling today! Calling today!
Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam
Farther and farther away
Calling today, calling today,
Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling today!
Jesus is calling the weary to rest,
Calling today! Calling today!
Bring Him thy burden and thou shalt be blest,
He will not turn thee away.
Jesus is waiting, O, come to Him now,
Waiting today! Waiting today!
Come with thy sins — at His feet lowly bow,
Come and no longer delay.
Jesus is pleading, O, list to His voice,
Hear Him today! Hear Him today!
They who believe on His name shall rejoice,
Quickly arise, come away.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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Tune R.S. No. 115
10.10.10.6.

Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
O, it was wonderful — blest be His Name!
Seeking for me, for me!
Seeking for me, for me!
Seeking for me, for me!
O, it was wonderful — blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!
Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary’s tree,
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free;
O, it was wonderful — how could it be
Dying for me, for me! (repeat)
Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wandering far from the fold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me! (repeat)
Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high,
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
O, I shall see Him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me! (repeat)

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Jesus! Saviour! Precious name
Of the Son of God, Who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Leaving scenes of purest light,
Veiling glory fair and bright,
Cross of Christ, O, wondrous sight!
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Lost and in our sins were we;
Spotless, sinless, holy, He,
Bearing guilt upon the tree!
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Bruised in the sinner’s stead,
E’en to death He bowed His head;
"It is finished!” loudly said,
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Him as Lord we gladly own
Seated on His Father’s throne;
Soon we’ll sing in sweeter tone,
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

R. D. Edwards

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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, 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, I come!
Just as I am — though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come, 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, 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, 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, I come!

Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

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R.S. 231 P.M.

Life at best is very brief,
Like the falling of a leaf,
Like the binding of a sheaf,
Be in time.
Fleeting days are telling fast,
That the die will soon be cast,
And the fatal line be passed,
Be in time.
Be in time, be in time
While the voice of Jesus calls you, be in time
If in sin you longer wait,
You may find no open gate
And your cry be just too late,
Be in time.
Fairest flowers soon decay,
Youth and beauty pass away,
O, you have not long to stay,
Be in time.
While God’s Spirit bids you come,
Sinner, do not longer roam,
Lest you seal your hopeless doom,
Be in time.
Time is gliding swiftly by,
Death and judgment draweth nigh,
To the arms of Jesus fly,
Be in time.
O, I pray you count the cost,
Ere the fatal line be crossed,
And your soul in hell be lost,
Be in time.
Sinner, heed the warning voice,
Make the Lord your final choice,
Then all heaven will rejoice,
Be in time.
Come from darkness into light,
Come let Jesus make you right,
Come and start for heaven tonight,
Be in time.

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Long a rebel, O my Saviour,
I have wandered far from Thee;
Now I hear of boundless favour,
Bringing pardon unto me.
I surrender; I surrender;
Overcome by love divine;
Thee as Saviour and Defender
I accept, and I am Thine.
Oft’ I’ve heard the matchless story
Of Thy death upon the tree;
Now I see its beams of glory,
For I know it was for me.
I Long my weary feet have hasted
In the path that leads from Thee;
Now, when years, alas! are wasted,
I surrender, Lord, to Thee.
Thou for me didst come from heaven,
Died upon the cross of shame;
Thou eternal life hast given,
Glory be unto Thy name!

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P.M.

Look to Jesus, weary one;
Look and live! Look and live!
Look at what the Lord has done,
Look and live!
See Him lifted on the tree,
Look and live! Look and live!
Hear Him say, "Look unto Me,"
Look and live!
Look, the Lord is lifted high,
Look to Him, He’s ever nigh,
Look and live! Why will ye die
Look and live!
Though unworthy, vile, unclean,
Look and live! Look and live!
Look away from self and sin,
Look and live!
Long by Satan's power enslaved,
Look and live! Look and live!
Look to Me, ye shall be saved.
Look and live!
Though you’ve wandered far away,
Look and live! Look and live!
Harden not you heart today,
Look and live!
’Tis the Father calls thee home,
Look and live! Look and live!
Whosoever will, may come.
Look and live!

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 56
9.9.9.5. and chorus

Look to the Saviour on Calvary’s tree,
See how He suffered for thee and for me,
Hark, while He lovingly calls to thee,
Look, and thou shalt live!
Look, and thou shalt live!
Look, and thou shalt live!
Look to the cross where He died for thee,
Look, and thou shalt live!
Hast thou a sin-burdened soul to save
Life everlasting wouldst thou have
Jesus Himself a ransom gave:
Look, and thou shalt live!
Look to the Saviour, Who rose from the tomb,
Come now to Him, while there yet is room,
His saving grace will dispel thy gloom;
Look, and thou shalt live!
Jesus on high lives to intercede,
He knows the weary sinner’s need;
Surely thy footsteps He will lead;
Look, and thou shalt live!

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Love sent my Saviour to die in my stead,
Why should He love me so
Meekly to Calvary’s cross He was led,
Why should He love me so
Why should He love me so
Why should He love me so
Why should my Saviour to Calvary go
Why should He love me so
Nails pierced His hands and His feet for my sin,
Why should He love me so
He suffered sore my salvation to win,
Why should He love me so
O how He agonized there in my place,
Why should He love me so
Nothing withholding my sin to efface,
Why should He love me so

Robert Harkness

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Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus, my Saviour!
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus, my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives for ever; with His saints to reign,
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah, Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus, my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus, my Lord!
Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus, my Saviour!
He tore the bars away,
Jesus, my Lord!

Robert Lowry (1826-99)

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Tune R.S. No. 89
B.H.B. No. 147 7.7.7.8.

“Man of Sorrows," what a Name
For the Son of God, Who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood;
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Guilty, vile and helpless, we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
"Full atonement" — can it be!
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
“Lifted up" was He to die,
"It is finished!" was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high;
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Soon He’ll come with shout on high,
Raise His saints, no more to die;
Changed, we’ll meet Him in the sky;
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Philip R Bliss (1838-76)

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100

My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever-living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.
Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I come to Him,
He’ll never cast me out.
My heart is leaning on the Word,
The written Word of God,
Salvation by my Saviour’s name,
Salvation through His blood.
My great Physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.

Lidie H. Edmunds (19th Cent.)

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Tune S.S. No. 227
7.7.7.7.D.

Nailed upon Golgotha’s tree,
Faint and bleeding. Who is He
Hands and feet so rudely torn,
Wreathed with crown of twisted thorn.
Once He lived in heaven above,
Happy in His Father’s love,
Son of God, ’tis He, ’tis He,
On the cross of Calvary.
Nailed upon Golgotha’s tree,
Mocked and taunted, Who is He
Scorners tell Him to come down,
Claim His kingdom and His crown.
He it is Who came to bless,
Full of love and tenderness,
Son of Man, ’tis He, ’tis He,
On the cross of Calvary.
Nailed upon Golgotha’s tree,
As a victim, Who is He
Bearing sin, but not His own,
Suffering agony unknown.
He, the promised sacrifice,
For the sinner bleeds and dies,
Lamb of God, ’tis He, ’tis He,
On the cross of Calvary.

Henry H. Milman (1791-1868)

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102

P.M.

Naught have I gotten but what I received;
Grace hath bestowed it since I have believed;
Boasting excluded, pride I abase;
I’m only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
This is my story to God be the glory,
I'm only a sinner saved by grace.
Once I was foolish, and sin ruled my heart,
Causing my footsteps from God to depart;
Jesus has found me, happy my case,
I now am a sinner saved by grace!
Tears unavailing, no merit had I;
Mercy had saved me, or else I must die;
Sin had alarmed me, fearing God’s face;
But now I’m a sinner saved by grace!

James M. Gray (1851-1935)

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103

C.H.F. 124

Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
No riches of earth could have saved my poor soul;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour now maketh me whole.
I am redeemed, but not with silver;
I am bought, but not with gold;
Bought with a price, the blood of Jesus,
Precious price of love untold.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The guilt on my conscience too heavy had grown;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour could only atone.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The holy commandment forbade me draw near;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour removeth my fear.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The way into heaven could not thus be bought;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour redemption hath wrought.

James M. Gray (1851-1935)

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Tune S.S. No. 129
C.M.D.

Not all the gold of all the world
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief or comfort yield
To one distracted mind.
’Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can the sinner find
A flowing full supply.
O joyful news! O happy news!
The precious, precious blood
Of Christ can bring the sinner nigh,
And give him peace with God.
Was it for gold the dying thief,
The malefactor craved
Ah, no! ’twas Christ, and faith in Him
That dying sinner saved!
’Twas faith in Him, Who bleeding hung,
A Victim by his side;
"O Lord, remember me," he said,
“I will," he heard, and died.
Oh what can equal joy divine
And what can sweeter be,
Than knowing that the soul is safe
For all eternity
Safe in the Lord without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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105

Tune C.H.F. No. 126
S.M.

Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne,
Can make my spirit whole.
Thy work alone, my Saviour;
Can ease this weight of sin,
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, or sighs, or tears
Can ease my awful load.
Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.
I praise the God of grace,
I trust His love and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,
my God, my joy, my light.

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

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106

Tune C.H.F. No. 128
8.5.8.5.8.5.

Nothing either great or small;
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus did it, did it all,
Long, long ago.
"It is finished! " yes, indeed,
Finished every jot,
Sinner; this is all you need;
Tell me, is it not
When He from His lofty throne,
Stooped to do and die,
Everything was fully done,
Hearken to His cry.
Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so
Cease your doing; all was done,
Long, long ago.
Till to Jesus’ work, you cling
By a simple faith,
"Doing” is a deadly thing,
"Doing" ends in death.
Cast your deadly "doing" down,
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
Gloriously complete!

James Proctor (19th Cent.)

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107

Tune B.H.B. No. 178
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.
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 the Saviour by,
His love laid hold on me.
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.
The pleasures lost, I sadly mourned
But never wept for Thee,
Till grace the sightless eyes received
Thy loveliness to see.

B.E., (arr. 19th cent.)

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108

P.M.

O come, sinner, come,
O, why do you delay
The pressing invitation is
That you should come today.
Tomorrow has no promise
That it can give to you.
Tomorrow is eternity
Just hidden from your view.
Then come, sinner, come,
Salvation’s free for all,
It may be the last time
You’ll ever hear the call
O come, sinner, come,
The bride, the Spirit, call,
Thus saying now to you and me
That Jesus died for all.
O grieve not then the Spirit,
Accept Him while you can;
For God has said, "My Spirit shall
Not always strive with man.”
O come, sinner, come,
Accept the offered grace,
For death may soon be calling you
Into its cold embrace.
The summer will be ended,
The harvest will be past,
Your lamentation then will be
"My soul is lost at last."

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Tune S.S. No. 335
L.M. and chorus

O, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor sinner, harden not thine heart;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night
Why not to-night
Why not to-night
Thou wouldst be saved,
Why not to-night
To-morrow’s sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time; O then be wise;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night
The world has nothing left for thee,
It has no new, no pure delight;
O, try the joys that Christ can give;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night
Our God in pity lingers still,
And wilt thou thus His love requite
Renounce at length thy stubborn will,
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night
Our blessed Lord refuses none
Who would to Him their souls unite,
Then be the great transaction done.
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night

Eliza Reed (1794-1867)

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110

P.M.

O guilty sinner, won’t you come,
And join yon ransomed throng so fair,
Millions have entered, yet there’s room;
Who would not fain be feasting there
O haste, quickly haste and linger not,
O haste, quickly haste and linger not,
O, haste, O, haste, O, haste and linger not,
Bowed down beneath the wrath of God,
On hell’s dark brink, O, dreadful thought;
Wake up, the Spirit speaks the word;
To Calvary haste, O, linger not.
If sins like mountains now arise,
O, think who bore them on the tree;
In dying agonies He cries,
"'Tis finished," now, redemption’s free.
Press on though sore the conflict be,
Now death and hell are on thy track;
The arms of love outstretched for thee,
Haste, quickly haste, and linger not.

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111

P.M.

O happy day that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God,
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Happy day! Happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day.
Happy day! Happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.
’Tis done — the great transactions done;
I am my Lord’s, and He is mine;
He drew me and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice Divine.
Now rest, my long-divided heart,
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Nor ever from my Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.

Philip Doddridge (1702-51)

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112

C.H.F. 329

O, how sweet the glorious message,
Simple faith may claim;
Yesterday, today, forever,
Jesus is the same.
Still He loves to save the sinful,
Heal the sick and lame;
Cheer the mourner, still the tempest,
Glory to His name!
Yesterday, today forever; Jesus is the same,
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name,
Glory to His name, glory to His name,
All may change, but Jesus never!
Glory to His name.
He who was the Friend of sinners,
Seeks thee, lost one, now;
Sinner, come, and at His footstool,
Penitently bow.
He who said, "I’ll not condemn thee,
Go, and sin no more,"
Speaks to thee that word of pardon,
As in days of yore.
Him who pardoned erring Peter,
Never needst thou fear;
He who came to faithless Thomas,
All thy doubt will clear.
He who let the loved disciple
On His bosom rest,
Bids thee still, with love as tender,
Lean upon His breast.
He who ’mid the raging billows,
Walked upon the sea;
Still can hush our wildest tempest,
As on Galilee.
He who wept and prayed in anguish
In Gethsemane,
Drinks with us each cup of trembling,
In our agony.
As of old He walked to Emmaus,
With them to abide;
So through all life’s way He walketh,
Ever near our side.
Soon again shall we behold Him,
Hasten, Lord, the day!
But ’twill still be this same Jesus,
As He went away.

Albert B. Simpson (1843-1919)

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113

Tune R.S. No. 307
8.8.8.8.8.8.

O, I have got good news for you
A story wonderful and true;
’Twill make you happy, that I know,
It made me glad and now I go.
To sing my great Redeemer's song,
To sing my great Redeemer's song,
To sing my great Redeemer's song,
With the happy saints above.
I once was far away from God,
On ruin's dark and fatal road,
And little dreamed I’d see the day,
When I should tread the narrow way.
O’er this wild waste I loved to roam,
My back to God, and heaven, and home,
When Jesus met me far astray,
And beckoned me to come away.
He said, on Calvary’s cross. He died,
A sacrifice for sin was made,
And all because He loved me so;
Then how could I do else than go.
Whene’er the record you believe,
You life eternal shall receive;
And soon from pain and sorrow free
You’ll join that glorious company.

Old Revival Hymn

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114

9.8.9.8.

O say, hast thou been to the Saviour,
Who life everlasting will give
He asks nothing hard of thee, sinner,
’Tis only to trust Him, and live!
For free as the glorious sunshine,
Yes, free as the light and the air,
Is the blessed redemption of Jesus
O what with His love may compare
How simple God’s way of salvation!
Not trying or doing one’s best,
But just in believing in Jesus
The weary and sinful find rest!
Proclaiming release to the captive,
Poor slaves of the tyrant set free,
The power of Satan was broken
When Jesus expired on the tree.
The Saviour has purchased thy freedom,
But priceless the ransom He gave;
Then trust in the blood, all atoning,
Of Jesus, the mighty to save.

John Vickers

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115

O shall I be amongst that throng,
All clothed in robes of white,
And help to swell that glorious song
Of rapture and delight
I shall, for I have been redeemed
With blood of worth untold,
The blood of Christ, the Lamb of God,
More precious for than gold.
Shall I, in glory, Christ behold,
Exalted King and Lord
What rapture, yea, what bliss untold
That moment will afford!
O, shall I see my Saviour’s face
All radiant as the sun;
And dwell through all eternity
With God’s beloved One
O, shall I gaze upon the wounds,
From whence has flowed the blood,
That cleansed my guilty, sinful heart,
And brought me nigh to God
O, shall I ever with the Lord
As I retrace the past,
Praise Him for all His wondrous grace
To me from first to last

M. S. Sullivan (19th Cent)

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Tune R.S. No. 116
C.M. and chorus

O, sing of Jesus, Lamb of God,
Who died on Calvary,
And for a ransom shed His blood
For you and even me.
I’m redeemed, I’m redeemed,
Through the blood of the Lamb that was slain!
I'm redeemed, I'm redeemed,
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb.
O, wondrous power of grace divine,
So vast, so full and free,
It reaches out to all mankind,
Embracing even me.
All glory now to Christ the Lord,
And ever more shall be,
Who shed His blood on Calvary’s cross,
And ransomed even me.

T. C. O'Kane

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Tune R.S. No. 230
11.8.11.8. and chorus

O sinner, the Saviour is calling for thee,
Long, long has He called thee in vain;
He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days,
He called thee in sorrow and pain.
O turn, while the Saviour in mercy is waiting,
And steer for the harbour light;
For how do you know but your soul may be drifting
Over the dead-line tonight
O sinner, thine ears have been deaf to His voice,
Thine eyes to His glory been dim;
The calls of thy Saviour have so wearied thee,
O what if they should weary Him
O sinner, the Spirit is striving with thee;
What if He should strive nevermore
But leave thee alone in thy darkness to dwell,
In sight of the heavenly shore
O sinner, God’s patience may weary some day,
And leave thy sad soul in the blast;
By willful resistance you’ve drifted away,
Over the dead-line at last.

Virginia W. Moyer

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118

C.H.F. 337

O soul, are you weary and troubled
No light in the darkness you see
There’s light for a look at the Saviour,
And life more abundant and free!
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;
O'er us sin no more hath dominion
For more than conquerors we are!
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!

Helen H. Lemmel (1864-1961)

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119

Tune R.S. No. 127
9.8.9.8. and chorus

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Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

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120

7.6.7.6.D.

O, teach me what it meaneth,
That cross uplifted high,
With One — the Man of Sorrows,
Condemned to bleed and die!
O, teach me what it cost Thee
To make a sinner whole;
And teach me, Saviour, teach me
The value of a soul!
O, teach me what it meaneth,
That sacred crimson tide,
The blood and water flowing
From Thine own wounded side.
Teach me that if none other
Had sinned, but I alone,
Yet still, Thy blood, Lord Jesus,
Thine only, must atone.
O, teach me what it meaneth,
Thy love beyond compare,
The love that reacheth deeper
Than depths of self-despair!
Yea, teach me, till there gloweth
In this cold heart of mine,
Some feeble, pale reflection
Of that pure love of Thine.
O, teach me what it meaneth,
For I am full of sin;
And grace alone can reach me,
And love alone can win.
O, teach me, for I need Thee,
I have no hope beside,
The chief of all the sinners
For whom the Saviour died!
O infinite Redeemer!
I bring no other plea,
Because Thou dost invite me,
I cast myself on Thee.
Because Thou dost accept me,
I love and I adore;
Because. Thy love constraineth,
I’ll praise Thee evermore!

Lucy A. Bennett (1850-1927)

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121

Tune C.H.F. No. 139
8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7.

O, the love of Christ is boundless,
Broad and long, and deep and high!
Every doubt and fear is groundless,
Now the word of faith is nigh.
Jesus Christ, for my salvation,
Came by water and by blood,
Clear I stand from condemnation
In the risen Son of God.
My sins were laid on Jesus,
My sins were laid on Jesus,
My sins were laid on Jesus,
When He died on Calvary
I was "waiting" once for pardon,
I was "hoping" to be saved,
"Waiting," though my heart would harden,
"Hoping" danger might be braved.
When by God’s own truth confounded,
I, a sinner, stood confessed,
Richly, then, His grace abounded,
Jesus gave me perfect rest.
Was it weary work believing
Days and weeks and years of toil,
Weary work a gift receiving,
Who would God’s salvation spoil
No, ’tis faith’s delight to ponder
What the Son of God hath done,
On the throne to see Him yonder,
Holy, crowned, the Living One.
’Tis not doing, ’tis not praying,
’Tis not weeping saves the soul;
God is now His grace displaying;
Jesus died to make thee whole.
Look to Him, and life-works follow:
Look to Him, without delay,
Sinner, look! and ere to-morrow
Thou wilt weep, and praise, and pray.

Hannah K. Burlingham (1842-1901)

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Tune R.S. No. 165
8.7.8.7.D.

O, this uttermost salvation
’Tis a fountain full and free,
Pure, exhaustless, ever flowing,
Wondrous grace, it reaches me,
It reaches me, it reaches me,
Wondrous grace, it reaches me
Pure, exhaustless, ever flowing,
Wondrous grace, it reaches me.
Jesus, Saviour, I adore Thee,
Now Thy love I would proclaim,
I would tell the blessed story,
I would magnify Thy Name.
Soon Thy saints shall rise to meet Thee,
With Thee in Thy kingdom reign,
Thine the praise, and Thine the glory,
Lamb of God, for sinners slain.

Mary D. James (19th Cent)

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123

O, what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son
To save poor, ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone!
O, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love,
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above,
To die on Calvary.
For I was lost and vile indeed,
To every sin a prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.
Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I'm sheltered by His precious blood,
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come all who trust in Jesus now
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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124

Tune B.H.B. No. 39

O! What a glorious truth is this,
Jesus died.
He opened up the path of bliss,
Jesus died.
God loved the world, His Son He gave,
That all who do in Him believe
Should full and gracious pardon have,
Jesus died.
To save our souls from death and hell,
Jesus died.
Such love amazing, who can tell
Jesus died.
Yes, He for ruined men was slain,
That they through Him might life obtain
And everlasting glory gain,
Jesus died.
O! Tell it unto all around,
Jesus died.
’Tis such a precious, blessed sound,
Jesus died.
Entreat poor sinners to rely
On that which brings the guilty nigh;
E’en to the blood of Christ to fly,
Jesus died.
Soon heaven shall raise the happy song,
Jesus died.
Which endless ages shall prolong;
Jesus died.
By virtue of that precious blood,
Believers are brought nigh to God;
O! Spread the glorious news abroad,
Jesus died.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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125

P.M.

O what a Saviour is Jesus the Lord!
Well might His name by His saints be adored!
He has redeemed them from hell by His blood,
Saved them for ever, and brought them to God:
Jesus the Saviour is mighty to save,
Mighty to save, mighty to save,
Jesus the Saviour is mighty to save,
Jesus has triumphed O’er death and the grave.
Now in the glory, He waits to impart
Peace to the conscience, and joy to the heart;
Waits to be gracious, to pardon and heal
All who their sin and their wretchedness feel.
Thousands have fled to His spear-pierced side,
Welcome they all have been, none are denied;
Weary and laden, they all have been blest,
Joyfully now in the Saviour they rest.
Come then, poor sinners, no longer delay,
Come to the Saviour, come now while you may;
So shall your peace be eternally sure,
So shall your happiness ever endure.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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126

B.H.B. No. 209
10.10.10.6.

O, what a Saviour, that He died for me!
From condemnation He hath made me free;
"He that believeth on the Son," saith He,
"Hath everlasting life."
"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."
Though poor and needy, I can trust my Lord;
Though weak and sinful, l believe His Word;
O glad message; every child of God
"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."

James McGranahan (1840-1907)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 233

O, what will you do with Jesus
The call comes low and sweet,
And tenderly He bids you
Your burden lay at His feet.
O soul so sad and weary,
That sweet voice speaks to thee,
Then what will you do with Jesus
O, what shall the answer be
What shall the answer be
What shall the answer be
What will you do with Jesus
O, what shall the answer be
O, what will you do with Jesus
The call comes low and clear,
The solemn words are sounding
In every listening ear.
Eternal life’s in the question
And joy through eternity.
Then what will you do with Jesus
O, what shall the answer be

Nathanael Norton (19th Cent.)

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128

B.H.B. No. 40

O wondrous grace! that found a plan
To rescue guilty, fallen man,
And ease him of his load;
And found a ransom in the Son,
To save the sinner, lost, undone.
And meet the claims of God!
O wondrous grace! There, there He made
An end of sin — the debt He paid,
To ransom and redeem;
Now God is free to save and bless,
Consistent with His righteousness,
The soul which looks to Him.
O wondrous grace! still soaring high!
To save! Ah, more — to glorify
And give the soul a place
In Him who bore the curse, the load,
The risen, blessed Saviour - God,
O wondrous, wondrous grace!
And O what folly to refuse
Such wondrous grace, such blessed news,
So pure, unasked-for love!
Accept it! it is freely given,
This wondrous, perfect grace of heaven,
And all its fullness prove!

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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129

8.8.8.8.8.8.8.3.

O would you know your sins forgiven
Christ is all.
Would you a title have to heaven
Christ is all.
To cleanse your soul from every stain,
To save you from eternal pain,
And make your way to heaven plain,
Christ is all.
To meet a guilty sinner's need,
Christ is all.
You need not any merit plead,
Christ is all.
When on the altar He was laid,
The ransom price He fully paid
And peace with God for sinners made,
Christ is all.
To try to help yourself is vain,
Christ is all.
Your labours cannot cleanse a stain,
Christ is all.
’Tis not of works but all of grace;
In Christ, God offers you a place
In which to stand before His face,
Christ is all.
O trust Him ere it be too late,
Christ is all.
Believe, and not for feelings wait,
Christ is all.
For peace comes not through what you feel,
No feelings can your pardon seal,
The blood of Christ alone can heal,
Christ is all.
You can’t be happy till to you
Christ is all.
To give you joys and treasures true,
Christ is all.
From Satan’s power He’ll set you free
And make you safe eternally,
lf now your heart’s decision be,
Christ is all.

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Tune R.S. No. 351
11.11.11.11.

Oh, turn ye, oh turn ye, for why will ye die,
When God in great mercy is coming so nigh
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come,"
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
How vain the delusion that while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better by staying away;
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain
To soothe your affliction or banish your pain
To bear up your spirit when summoned to die,
Or take you to Christ in the clouds of the sky.
And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,
And pardon you freely, if you will believe;
If sin is your burden, why will you not come
’Tis you He bids welcome; He bids you come home.

Josiah Hopkins (1786-1862)

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131

On a hill far away
Stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross
Where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old 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, the old rugged cross,
So despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God
Left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged cross,
Stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For ’twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged cross
I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day
To my home far away,
Where His glory for ever I’ll share.

Ben and George Bernard (1873-1958)

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Tune R.S. No. 153
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.
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.
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!

W. McK. Darwood

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Tune R.S. No. 17
8.7.8.7.D.

On the cross, the Saviour hanging,
Bled and died for you and me;
Wondrous love! O! who can know it,
Boundless, priceless, full and free.
On the cross behold Him hanging,
On the blood-stained cross for me,
Jesus died to bring salvation,
Jesus died for you and me.
O, the blood-stained cross of Jesus,
How it fills my soul with peace,
As I there behold Him dying,
Bringing naught but my release.
’Tis indeed a truth most precious,
That for sinners Jesus died,
And we have a full remission
Through a Saviour crucified.

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Tune R.S. No. 143

On the golden street of heaven all men hope to walk some day,
Yet so many are not willing to accept the living way;
But while others build on good works
Or opinions if they may,
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
I’m depending on the blood.
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Saviour;
I ’ve been washed in the crimson flood;
Though the world may say
There is hope some other way,
I’m depending on the blood.
Some will tell us that God’s mercy is their only hope and plea
That a soul He could not punish throughout all eternity;
But I read that my dear Saviour
Died for sinners just like me,
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
I’m depending on the blood.
As we look back through the ages where the kings and prophets trod,
We may see their altars reeking with the sacrifice and blood
But those types were only pointing
To the Paschal Lamb of God,
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
I’m depending on the blood.
’Tis the burden of that chorus over on the street of light,
That the blood from Calvary’s mountain
Hath washed all their garments white;
So I’ll shout along life’s pathway
Till I reach that land so bright:
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
I’m depending on the blood.

Johnson Oatman Jr. (1856-1926)

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135

P.M.

On the happy golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more,
When the storms of life are o’er,
Meet me there;
Where the night dissolves away,
Into pure and perfect day,
I am going home to stay.
Meet me there.
Meet me there, meet me there,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
Meet me there
When the storms of life are o’er;
On the happy golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more,
Meet me there.
Here our fondest hopes are vain,
Dearest links are rent in twain,
But in heaven no throb of pain,
Meet me there;
By the river sparkling bright,
In the city of delight,
Where our faith is lost in sight,
Meet me there.
Where the harps of angels ring,
And the blest for ever sing,
In the palace of the King,
Meet me there;
Where in sweet communion blend,
Heart with heart, and friend with friend,
In a world that ne’er shall end,
Meet me there.

Henrietta E. Blair

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136

Tune R.S. No. 250
8.7.8.7.D.

Once again the Gospel message
From the Saviour you have heard;
Will you heed the invitation
Will you turn unto the Lord
Come believing! Come believing!
Come to Jesus! Look and live!
Come believing! Come believing!
Come to Jesus! Look and live!
Many summers you have wasted,
Ripened harvests you have seen,
Winter snows by spring have melted
Yet you linger in your sin!
Jesus for your choice is waiting;
Tarry not, at once decide
While the Spirit now is striving,
Yield and seek the Saviour’s side.
Cease of fitness to be thinking;
Do not longer try to feel;
It is trusting, and not feeling,
That will give the Spirit’s seal.
Let your will to God be given,
Trust in Christ’s atoning blood;
Look to Jesus now in heaven,
Rest on God’s unchanging Word.

Daniel Webster Whittle (1840-1901)

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137

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 amongst men, my example is He!
Living, He loved me;
Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away,
Rising, He justified freely for ever:
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!
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 Saviour is He!
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!
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;
Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!

J. Wilbur Chapman (1859-1918)

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138

Tune R.S. No. 117
6.5.6.5.

One there is Who loves thee,
Waiting still for thee;
Canst thou yet reject Him
None so kind as He!
Do not grieve Him longer,
Come, and trust Him now!
He has waited all thy days;
Why waitest thou
One there is Who loves thee.
O, receive Him now!
He has waited all the day:
Why waitest thou
Graciously He woos thee,
Do not slight His call;
Though thy sins are many,
He’ll forgive them all.
Turn to Him, repenting,
He will cleanse thee now:
He is waiting at thy heart;
Why waitest thou
Jesus still is waiting;
Sinner, why delay
To His arms of mercy
Rise and haste away!
Only come believing,
He will save thee now;
He is waiting at the door:
Why waitest thou

H. C. Ayres (19th Cent.)

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139

R.S. No. 273 S.S. No. 448
7.6.7.6. and chorus

Only a step to Jesus!
Then why not take it now
Come and thy sin confessing
To Him thy Saviour bow.
Only a step, only a step;
Come, He waits for thee;
Come, and thy sin confessing,
Thou shalt receive a blessing;
Do not reject the mercy
He freely offers thee.
Only a step to Jesus!
Believe, and thou shalt live;
Lovingly now He’s waiting
And ready to forgive.
Only a step to Jesus
A step from sin to grace;
What hast thy heart decided
The moments fly apace.
Only a step to Jesus!
O why not come, and say
“Gladly to Thee, my Saviour,
I give myself today."

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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140

Our sins on Christ were laid;
He bore the mighty load;
Our ransom price He fully paid
By His own precious blood.
For God so loved the world,
His only Son He gave,
That whosoever Him believes
Eternal life shall have.
To save a world He died;
Sinner, behold the Lamb!
Believe upon the Crucified,
There’s healing in His name.
Pardon and peace abound;
He will your sins forgive;
Salvation in His name is found,
He bids the sinner live.
Saviour, we look to Thee;
Where else can sinners go
Thy boundless love has set us free
From wretchedness and woe.

John Fawcett (1739-1817)

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141

Tune R.S. No. 240
C.M.D.

Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
O! can it, can it be
Like a ship without a rudder,
On a wild and stormy sea!
O! to be without a Saviour;
With no hope or refuge nigh;
Can it be, O blessed Saviour
One without Thee dares to die!
Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
Lonely and dark the way;
With no light, no hope in Jesus,
Making bright the cheerless day.
Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
No help nor refuge nigh;
How can you, O careless sinner,
Dare to live, or dare to die
Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
Dark will the voyage be;
Clouds will gather, storms surround you,
O! to Christ for refuge flee!
Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
Trust Him with all thine heart,
Ere the door of mercy closes,
And you hear His word, "Depart."

Frank M. Davis (1839-96) and R. F. Beveridge (19th Cent.)

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142

P.M.

Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storm and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee!

William T. Sleeper (19th Cent.)

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143

Tune C.H.F. No. 238
8.5.8.5. and chorus

Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face,
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace.
Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee
Whom in Heaven but Thee

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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Tune R.S. No. 465
8.7.8.7.8.7.

Passing onward, quickly passing;
But I ask you whither bound
Is it to the many mansions
Where eternal rest is found
Passing onward, passing onward,
Tell me sinner, whither bound
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Naught the wheels of time can stay!
Sweet the thought that some are going
To the realms of perfect day.
Passing onward, passing onward,
Christ their leader — Christ their way.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Many on the downward road,
Careless of their soul’s salvation,
Heeding not the call of God,
Passing onward, passing onward,
Trampling on the Saviour’s blood.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Time its course will quickly run;
Still we hear the fond entreaty
Of the ever-gracious One,
“Come and welcome, come and welcome,
'Tis by Me that life is won."

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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145

P.M.

Perfect salvation, Jesus hath died!
Perfect forgiveness flows from His side;
Justice no longer lifteth the rod,
Satisfied wholly, answered in blood.
This is my story this is my song,
Telling of Jesus all the day long.
This is my story this is my song,
Telling of Jesus all the day long.
Righteous remission now can be known,
Fullness of pardon right from the throne;
Now for the guilty mercy is free,
God can in Jesus answer each plea.
Right of redemption now is the Lord’s,
He, our new Kinsman — joy it affords!
He, the Redeemer, suffering the loss,
Peace is triumphant, won at the cross!
Tell it out loudly, sweet is the sound!
Widely proclaim it all the world round:
None are too guilty pardon to have,
Christ is in glory waiting to save!

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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146

8.5.8.3.

Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Shed on Calvary,
Shed for rebels, shed for sinners,
Shed for me.
Precious blood that hath redeemed us,
All the price is paid!
Perfect pardon now is offered,
Peace is made.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Let it make thee whole,
Let its mighty power in cleansing
Reach thy soul.
Though thy sins are red like crimson,
Deep as scarlet glow,
Jesus’ precious blood can make them
White as snow.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Ever flowing free!
O, believe it, O receive it!
’Tis for Thee.

Frances R. Havergal (1836-79)

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147

P.M.

Ransomed saints, your voices raise,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Sing aloud your heavenly lays,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Whisper in the sinner’s ears,
Not thy works, and not thy tears,
Can dispel thy guilty fears,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Yes, He died upon the cross,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
There He suffered shame and loss,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
There He did for sin atone,
Dying on that cross alone;
Now upon the Father’s throne,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Tell the joyous news around,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Make the very heavens resound,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Weary not to tell the news,
That if thousands still refuse,
All shall be without excuse:
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Soon the heavens shall hear His voice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Then His people will rejoice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
When He calls His own away,
Never more shall mercy say,
This is still salvation’s day,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

A. J. Pollock

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Tune C.H.F. No. 150
9.8.9.8. and chorus

Redemption, O wonderful story,
Glad message for you and for me,
That Jesus has purchased our pardon,
And paid all the debt on the tree.
Believe it, O sinner; believe it,
Receive the glad message, ’tis true
Trust now in the crucified Saviour;
Salvation He offers to you.
From death unto life He has brought us,
And made us by grace sons of God;
A fountain is opened for sinners;
O wash and be cleansed in His blood!
Accept now God’s offer of mercy,
To Jesus, O hasten today,
For He will receive him that cometh,
And never will turn him away.

S. M. Sayford

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149

P.M.

Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come!
Go look on His cradle, His cross, and His tomb.
Sing His praises, tell the story
Of Him who was slain!
Sound His praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again!
Rejoice and be glad, for the blood has been shed,
Redemption is finished, the price has been paid!
Rejoice and be glad, now the pardon is free;
The Just for the unjust has died on the tree.
Rejoice and be glad for the Lamb that was slain
O’er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
Rejoice and be glad, for He cometh again,
He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

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150

Tune R.S. No. 164
B.H.B. No. 350
7.7.7.7.7.7.

Rock of Ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
Let the water and the blood
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill 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;
Vile, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
While I draw this fleeting breath;
When my eyelids close in death;
Or when changed I mount above,
Still I’ll triumph in Thy love.
Rock of Ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

Augustus M. Toplady (1740-78)

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151

Tune R.S. No. 52

Salvation! O salvation!
Endearing, precious sound!
Shout, shout the word "Salvation!"
To earth’s remotest bound.
Salvation for the guilty,
Salvation for the, lost,
Salvation for the wretched,
The sad and sorrow-tossed.
Salvation for the aged,
Salvation for the young,
Salvation e’en for children,
Proclaim with joyful tongue;
Salvation for the wealthy,
Salvation for the poor,
Salvation for the lowly,
E’en life for evermore.
Salvation without money,
Salvation without price,
Salvation without labour,
Believing doth suffice;
Salvation now — this moment!
Then why, O why delay
You may not see to-morrow,
Now is salvation’s day!

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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152

Tune B.H.B. No. 330
8.7.8.7.D.

Say, poor sinner, take salvation,
Jesus died to set you right,
Do not give the dreadful answer,
"I'll be saved, but not tonight.
Give me just a little longer,
For the world looks now so bright,
When I feel that I am dying,
I'll be saved, but not tonight,"
When the judgment overtakes you
And those words appear in sight.
How they prayed and pleaded with you
But you answered, "Not tonight."
This will be the time, poor sinner,
When you stand on death's cold brink,
When your soul is lost forever,
Without Christ you're sure to sink.
O, how vain is the delusion
That the Lord your time will wait.
Millions now are lost forever,
Just outside the golden gate.
Once like you the Saviour bade them
Enter into glorious light,
But like you they softly answered,
"I'll be saved, but not tonight."
Listen, sinner, to the Saviour,
Pleading with the erring one,
Listen to His kind entreaties,
Come, ye weary wanderer, come.
List no longer to the tempter,
To the world the words seem bright,
Answer Jesus, gladly saying,
"I'll be saved, yes, saved tonight."

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153

P.M.

Settled forever! sin’s tremendous claim,
Glory to Jesus, blessed be His name,
No part-way measures doth His grace provide,
Finished the work was, when the Saviour died.
Settled forever! sin’s tremendous claim,
Glory to Jesus, blessed be His name.
Settled forever! fear not then to trust
Thy soul upon Him, even as thou must;
On Calvary’s cross, the claims of God were met;
Settled forever all the grievous debt.
Settled forever! let no doubt nor fear
Mix with thy love, nor in thy robe appear
One single thread of thine own righteousness,
We are complete in Him Who came to bless.
Settled forever! yes, no work of thine
Nor tears, nor sorrow add to grace divine,
God says, "I blot out every sin and stain
And will remember them no more again."

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154

Tune R.S. No. 140
10.6.10.6. and chorus

She only touched the hem of His garment
As to His side she stole,
Amid the crowd that gathered around him,
And straightway she was whole.
O touch the hem of His garment
And thou, too, shalt be free!
His saving power; this very hour,
Shall give new life to thee.
She came in fear. and trembling before Him,
She knew her Lord had come;
She felt that from Him virtue had healed her,
The mighty deed was done.

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Tune R.S. No. 368
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.
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.
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.

Charles J. Butler (19th Cent.)

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156

P.M.

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace;
In the mansions, bright and blessed,
He’ll prepare for us a place.
When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory.
While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when travelling days are over,
Not a shadow, not a sigh.
Let us, then, be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving every day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open,
We shall tread the street of gold.

Eliza E. Hewitt (1851-1920)

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Tune R.S. No. 177
8.6.8.6.6.6.8.6.

Sing them over again to me,
Wonderful words of life.
Let me more of their beauty see,
Wonderful words of life.
Words of life and beauty,
Teach me faith and duty!
Beautiful words, wonderful words,
Wonderful words of life.
Christ the blessed One gives to all
Wonderful words of life.
Sinner list to the loving call,
Wonderful words of life.
All so freely given,
Wooing us to heaven!
Sweetly echo the gospel call:
Wonderful words of life.
Offer pardon and peace to all,
Wonderful words of life.
Jesus, only Saviour,
Sanctify forever!

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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158

Tune R.S. No. 122
8.7.8.7.D.

Sinner, hark! ’tis God proclaiming
Full salvation now to thee;
If thou wilt believe on Jesus,
Him Who died on Calvary.
Trusting Jesus, Jesus only,
He can wash thy sin away;
Naught of thine can ever save thee,
Jesus bids thee come today.
All thy working, weeping, praying,
Never could salvation win;
’Tis the blood of God’s beloved,
Cleanseth sinners from all sin.
Thou hast wandered, sadly wandered,
Down the broad and crowded way;
Near to hell and far from heaven
But He bids thee turn today.
Yes, He waits in grace so wondrous,
Waits to bid thee welcome home,
Longs with outstretched arms to save thee
From thy dark impending doom.
Dare you hesitate, or linger,
Trifle with His loving heart,
Soon will grace give way to judgment,
Now ’tis "Come," but then "Depart."

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Tune R.S. No. 124
8.7.8.7.7.7.7.

Sinner, how thy heart is troubled!
God is coming very near;
Do not hide thy deep emotion,
Do not check that falling tear.
O be saved, His grace free!
O be saved He died for thee!
O be saved He died for thee!
Jesus now is bending o’er thee,
Jesus lowly, meek, and mild;
To the Friend Who died to save thee,
Wilt thou not be reconciled
Art thou waiting till the morrow
Thou may’st never see its light;
Come at once! Accept His mercy:
He is waiting — come tonight.
Let the angels bear the tidings
Upward to the courts of heaven,
Let them sing with holy rapture,
O’er another soul forgiven!

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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160

8.8.8.4. and chorus

Sinner turn and come to Jesus,
Ere the day of grace is ended;
He is waiting to receive you,
Come, come today.
While the Holy Spirit's moving,
Wandering sheep to Jesus bringing,
All His love and mercy proving,
Teaching us salvation’s way.
All our sins were laid on Jesus
When He died that He might save us,
Jesus’ death to life doth raise us;
Come, come today.
He ascended up to glory
To send down the Holy Spirit
And He prays the Father for us,
Come, come today.
He can break the chain that binds you,
Raging thirst, or deeds unholy;
Satan’s bondage now that binds you,
Come, come today.
Though your sins be red as crimson,
Jesus’ blood’s a cleansing fountain,
All your sins will be forgiven,
Only believe.

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Tune C.H.F. No. 158
7.7.7.7. and chorus

Sinners, Jesus will receive,
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.
Sing it o'er and o'er again,
Christ receiveth sinful men;
Make the message clear and plain,
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Come and He will give you rest,
Trust Him, for His Word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest,
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain;
Heaven with Him I enter in.

Erdmann Neumeister (1671-1756)

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Tune R.S. No. 242
8.5.8.5.D.

Sinners, whither will you wander
Whither will you stray
O, remember life is slender!
’Tis but a short day.
Death is coming, coming, coming
And the judgment day;
Hasten sinner; hasten sinner;
Seek the narrow way
Satan has resolved to have you
For his lawful prey;
Jesus Christ has died to save you;
Haste, O, haste away!
Listen to the invitation,
Whilst He’s crying "Come!"
If you miss the great salvation,
Hell will be your doom.
Would you ’scape the awful sentence,
From destruction flee
Seek the Lord by true repentance,
Haste to Calvary.

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Tune R.S. No. 95
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.
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.
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.
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!

Will L. Thompson (1847-1909)

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Tune R.S. No. 177

Sound the gospel of grace abroad,
There’s life in the risen Lord!
Spread the news of the gift of God,
There’s life in the risen Lord.
God above desires it!
Sinful man requires it!
Tell it around, let it abound,
There's life in the risen Lord.
All by nature are doomed to die,
So saith the Holy Word;
Welcome, therefore, the joyful cry,
There's life in the risen Lord!
Welcome news of gladness,
Antidote of sadness.
Saints, apostles, and prophets all
Published with one accord
This deliverance from the fall,
This life in the risen Lord!
Glory be to Jesus,
Who from bondage frees us!
Pardon, power and perfect peace,
The words of this life afford;
Never, then, let the tidings cease,
Of life in the risen Lord.
Open wide the portal,
Unto every mortal.

William Leslie

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Tune R.S. No. 251
G.H.B. No. 7

Still undecided Look to thy heart;
Grieve not the Spirit lest He depart.
Why wilt thou longer wait
Come ere it be too late;
Jesus at mercy’s gate
Grace will impart.
Still undecided Slight not the voice
Breathing so kindly, “Make Me thy choice;
Look at my hands and see
I bore the nails for thee,
I died to make thee free,
Come and rejoice."
Still undecided Time flies apace.
Jesus entreats thee; spurn not His grace.
What if the word were passed
This night should be thy last
Where would thy soul be cast
Where hide thy face
Still undecided What shall we say
Still undecided Yet we will pray.
O! may the Spirit move!
O! may the God above
Melt thy poor heart to love,
Melt thee today!

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166

"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted
See Him die upon the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected,
Yes my soul, ’tis He! ’tis He!
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that found 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’s the refuge of the lost;
Christ the Rock of our salvation;
His the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrificed to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hopes have built.

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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167

P.M.

Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love:
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in,
That wonderful redemption,
God’s remedy for sin;
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones and grave;
Remember! I’m the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
If you would really be
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story
“Christ Jesus makes thee whole."

A. Katherine Honkey (1834-1911)

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168

Tune R.S. No. 456
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!"
Tell me the story Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story most precious.
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that He passed,
How He was tried and was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labour,
Tell of the sorrows He bore;
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected, and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Bleeding in anguish and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid Him;
Tell how He liveth again.
Love, in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see,
Love for the guilty and helpless,
Love for a sinner like me.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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169

Tune R.S. No. 76

That grand word “Whosoever"
Is ringing through my soul,
Whosoever will may come!
In rivers of salvation, the living waters roll,
Whosoever will may come!
O that "whosoever"
Whosoever will may come
The Saviour's invitation
Is freely sounding still,
Whosoever will may come!
Whenever this glad message
In God’s own Word I see,
Whosoever will may come!
I know ’tis meant for sinners,
I know 'tis meant for me,
Whosoever will may come!
I heard the loving message,
And now to others say,
Whosoever will may come!
Trust now this precious Saviour,
And He’ll be yours today,
Whosoever will may come!
To God be all the glory!
His only Son He gave,
Whosoever will may come!
And all who come believing,
He’ll to the utmost save,
Whosoever will may come!

Eliza E. Hewitt (1851-1920)

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170

Tune C.H.F. No. 33
C.M. and chorus

The cross! the cross! the wondrous cross,
’Twas there the Saviour died;
I gaze upon that thorn-clad brow,
That pierced and bleeding side!
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.
I see the burden of my sin
By God upon Him laid
And He, the spotless Lamb of God,
My sacrifice was made.
The cross of Christ is all my boast,
His blood my only plea;
My passport to the realms of bliss
Is — Jesus died for me

John H. Stockton (1813-77)

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171

Time R.S. No. 151

The Gospel bells are ringing
Over land from sea to sea;
Blessed news of free salvation
Do they offer you and me.
"For God so loved the world,
That His only Son He gave;
Whosoe’er believeth in Him
Everlasting life shall have."
Gospel bells! — how they ring.
Over land from sea to sea!
Gospel bells! freely bring,
Blessed news to you and me.
The Gospel bells invite us
To a feast prepared for all;
Do not slight the invitation,
Nor reject the gracious call.
"I am the Bread of Life;
Eat of Me, thou hungry soul:
Though your sins be red as crimson,
They shall be as white as wool.”
The Gospel bells give warning
As they sound from day to day,
Of the fate which doth await them
Who forever will delay.
"Escape thou for thy life!
Tarry not in all the plain;
Nor behind thee look, O never,
Lest thou be consumed in pain."
The Gospel bells are joyful,
As they echo far and wide,
Bearing notes of perfect pardon
Through a Saviour crucified.
"Good tidings of great joy
To all people do I bring;
Unto you is born a Saviour,
Which is Christ the Lord and King."

S. Wesley Martin

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172

6.6.6.6.8.8.

The Gospel is of God
To magnify His Son,
For Jesus Christ our Lord,
By power God’s will hath done:
By power He crushed the serpent’s head,
By power God raised Him from the dead.
The Holy Spirit came
On Jesus from above;
Not whirlwind then, nor flame
Descending like a dove;
And lo! from heaven the Father’s voice
Owned Him in whom He doth rejoice.
The Saviour Christ the Lord,
’Mid guilty sinners came;
Maintained the truth of God,
Bore grief, reproach, and shame.
Unwearied in His love, His grace,
He took the guilty sinner’s place.
Alone upon His cross,
God’s judgment Jesus bore,
He paid in full the cost
Of glory evermore.
His precious blood was freely shed,
And Jesus crushed the serpent’s head!
By resurrection now
God doth His rights declare,
Let men and angels bow
To Jesus everywhere,
For to this Man, God’s Son, is given
All power on earth, all power in heaven.

Hannah K. Burlingham (1842-1901)

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173

Tune R.S. No. 162
B.H.B. No. 267

The gospel of Thy grace,
My stubborn heart has won;
For God so loved the world,
He gave His only Son,
That "whosoever will believe,
Shall everlasting life receive!"
The serpent “lifted up”
Could life and healing give,
So Jesus on the cross,
Bids me to look and live:
For "Whosoever will believe,
Shall everlasting life receive!"
"The soul that sinneth dies;"
My awful doom I heard;
I was forever lost
But for Thy gracious Word,
That "Whosoever will believe,
Shall everlasting life receive!"
"Not to condemn the world"
The “Man of Sorrows” came,
But that the world might have
Salvation through His name:
For "Whosoever will believe,
Shall everlasting life receive!"
"Lord, help my unbelief!"
Give me the peace of faith
To rest in child-like trust
On what the gospel saith,
That "Whosoever will believe,
Shall everlasting life receive!”

Arthur T. Pierson (1837-1911)

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174

The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
O, hear the voice of Jesus.
Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest name on mortal tongue;
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus, blessed Jesus.
Your many sins are all forgiven,
O, hear the voice of Jesus;
Go on your way in peace to heaven
And wear a crown with Jesus.
All glory to the dying Lamb!
I now believe in Jesus;
I love the blessed Saviour’s name,
I love the name of Jesus.
His name dispels my guilt and fear,
No other name but Jesus;
O! how my soul delights to hear
The precious name of Jesus.

William Hunter (1811-77)

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175

Tune R.S. No. 137
C.M. and chorus

The Lamb of God for sinners died,
A victim on the tree;
He gave Himself a sacrifice,
To set the guilty free.
I seek no other argument,
I want no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died
And rose again for me.
The great Redeemer left the throne,
The radiant throne on high,
Surprising mercy! love unknown!
To suffer, bleed, and die!
He took the guilty sinner’s place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man (O miracle of grace!)
For man, the Saviour bled.

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176

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.
O, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall for evermore endure,
The saints’ and angels’ song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race,
The saints and angels song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole.
Though stretched from sky to sky.

F. M. Lehman (1869-1953)

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177

Tune R.S. No. 30
L.M.D.

The love of God is righteous love
Inscribed upon Golgotha’s tree,
Love that exacts the sinners debt.
Yet in exacting sets him free.
O wondrous love for sinners given,
To save from hell and bring to heaven.
O tell the virtues all abroad
Of love divine — the love of God.
Love that condemns the sinner’s sin,
Yet in condemning, pardon seals;
That saves from righteous wrath, and yet
In saving, righteousness reveals.
This is the love that stills my fears,
That soothes each conscious pang within,
That pacifies my troubled heart
And frees me from the power of sin.

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

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178

Tune B.H.B. No. 282
8.8.8.6.D.

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.
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.
The peace I have in Him, my Lord,
Who pleads before the throne of God,
The merits of His precious blood
Is more than tongue can tell.
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.

Jane E. Hall (1834-96)

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179

L.M.

The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Saviour's blood;
'Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, His wondrous grace;
God could not pass the sinner by,
His sins demand that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save yet righteous be.
The judgment fell on Jesus' head
By His shed blood sin's debt is paid;
God's justice will demand no more
And mercy can dispense her store.
The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, "The Saviour died for me;"
Can point to His atoning blood
And say, "This made my peace with God."
How wondrous the redemption plan
Designed by God for ruined man!
His blessed Son in death laid low,
That He might endless life bestow.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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180

Tune C.H.F. No. 167
R.S. No. 157

The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin;
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Like sunshine at noonday His glory shone in,
The Light of the world is Jesus.
Come to the Light, ’tis shining for thee;
Sweetly the Light has dawned upon me;
Once I was blind, but now I can see;
The Light of the world is Jesus.
No darkness have we who in Jesus abide,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
We walk in the Light when we follow our Guide,
The Light of the world is Jesus.
Ye dwellers in darkness with sin-blinded eyes,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
Go, wash at His bidding, and light will arise,
The Light of the world is Jesus.
No need of the sunshine in heaven, we’re told,
The Light of the world is Jesus;
The Lamb is the light in the city of gold,
The Light of the world is Jesus.

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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181

8.7.8.

There are loved ones in the glory
Whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story
Will you join them in their bliss
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky
In the joyous days of childhood
Oft' they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Saviour;
Now they dwell with Him above.
You remember songs of heaven
Which you sang with childish voice.
Do you love the hymns they taught you,
Or are songs of earth your choice
You can picture happy gatherings
Round the fireside long ago
And you think of tearful partings
When they left you here below.
One by one their seats were emptied,
One by one they went away.
Here the circle has been broken,
Will it be complete one day

Ada R. Habershon (1861-1918)

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182

C.M.

There is a Book, a holy Book,
By God to sinners given,
To show the way of life and peace
And mark the path to heaven.
It tells me of my lost estate,
All guilty and defiled:
It says I must be born of God
Ere I can be His child.
It tells me of the Lamb of God,
Who died upon the tree,
To bear the wrath and curse of God
And set the sinner free.
This Book shall be my early guide,
My lamp to give me light,
My spring of joy in life’s glad day,
My comfort in its night.

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183

P.M.

There is a door stands open wide
And through its portals gleaming
A radiance from the throne of light,
The God of love revealing.
O depth of mercy. can it be
That door was opened wide for me
For me, for me, was opened wide for me
Christ is the door to heaven for all
Who seek through Him salvation;
The rich and poor, the great and small,
Of every tribe and nation.
Press onward, then, though foes may frown,
While mercy’s door is open;
Accept the cross, and win the crown,
Love’s everlasting token.
Beyond the river’s brink we’ll lay
The cross that here is given,
And bear the crown of life away
And love Him more in heaven.

Lydia Baxter (1809-74)

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184

C.M.

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
I do believe, I will believe
That Jesus died for me,
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there have I, though 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.
No more with lisping, stammering tongue
But conqueror O’er the grave.
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 Fathers ears
No other name but Thine.

William Cowper (1731-1800)

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185

There is a green hill far away,
Outside a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in
O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Mrs. C. F. Alexander (1818-95)

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186

Tune R.S. No. 107

There is a story sweet to hear,
I love to tell it, too;
It fills my heart with hope and cheer,
'Tis old, yet ever new.
'Tis old, yet ever new;
’Tis old, yet ever new
I know, I ’m sure `tis true,
’Tis old, yet ever new.
It tells me God’s own Son came down
From glory’s throne, to die,
That I might live to wear a crown
And reign with Him on high.
It says He bore the Cross for me
And suffered in my place
That I from sin might ransomed be,
And praise Him for His grace;
O wondrous love, so great, so vast,
So boundless and so free;
Lord, at Thy feet myself I cast,
My all I give to Thee.

W. A. Williams

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187

Tune B.H.B. No. 39
8.3.8.3.8.8.8.3.

There is forgiveness, God doth say,
Through the blood, through the blood;
Both sin and guilt are put away,
Through the blood, through the blood;
And sinners fitted for the sky,
Yes, unto God Himself brought nigh,
Made meet to dwell with Christ on high,
Through the blood, through the blood.
’Tis not your work puts sin away,
But the blood, but the blood;
Nor is it gold, God’s Word doth say,
But the blood, but the blood;
Yes, ’tis the blood, the precious Blood
Of Christ, the chosen Lamb of God,
That clears away sin’s heavy load;
Precious blood! Precious blood!
You may be washed as white as snow
In the blood, in the blood;
And then to glory bright will go,
Through the blood, through the blood,
So come to Christ; O, come today,
That you may praise — yes, praise for aye,
The Lamb who washed your sins away,
In His blood, in His blood.
Thousands of souls in heaven will be,
Through the blood, through the blood,
Praising the Lamb, who on the tree
Shed His blood, shed His blood.
All white and pure, all glorious fair,
They praise the Lamb, whose joy they share:
O happy throng! will you be there
'Through the blood, through the blood.

John H. Burridge (19th Cent.)

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188

P.M.

There is life in a look at the crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him, and be saved,
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.
Look! Look! Look and live!
There is life in a look at the crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee.
O why was He there as the bearer of sin,
If on Jesus thy guilt was not laid
Or why from His side flowed the sin-cleansing blood,
if His dying thy debt has not paid
It is not thy tears of repentance, nor prayers,
But the blood that atones for the soul;
On Him, then, who shed it thou mayest at once
Thy weight of iniquities roll,
We are healed by His stripes,
Wouldst thou add to the Word
And He is thy righteousness made;
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on,
O! couldst thou be better arrayed
Then doubt not thy welcome since God hath declared
There remaineth no more to be done;
That once, in the end of the world, He appeared
And completed the work He’d begun.
But take with rejoicing from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives,
And know, with assurance, thou never canst die,
Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives.

Amelia M. Hull (19th Cent.)

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189

P.M.

There is no love like the love of Jesus,
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the fold of the peace of God
He has gathered us all.
Jesus’ love, precious love,
Boundless and pure and free;
O, turn to that love, weary wandering soul,
Jesus pleadeth with thee!
There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,
Filled with a tender love;
No throb nor throe that our hearts can know
But He feels it above.
O let us hark to the voice of Jesus!
O, may we never roam,
Till safe we rest on His loving breast
In the dear heavenly home.

William E. Littlewood (1831-86)

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190

Tune R.S. No. 70
8.7.8.7.D.

There is no name so sweet on earth,
No name so sweet in heaven,
The name, before His wondrous birth,
To Christ the Saviour given.
We love to sing of Christ the King,
And hail Him, blessed Jesus!
For there’s no word ear ever heard
So dear so sweet as “Jesus."
And when He hung upon the tree,
They wrote this name above Him,
That all might see the reason we
For evermore must love Him.
So now, upon His Father’s throne,
Almighty to release us
From sin and pain — He ever reigns,
The Prince and Saviour, Jesus.
O Jesus! by that matchless Name
Thy grace shall fail us never;
Today as yesterday the same
Thou art the same for ever!

George W. Bethune (1805-62)

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191

Tune R.S. No. 737
12.9.12.9.

There was One who was willing to die in my stead,
That a soul so unworthy might live,
And the path to the Cross He was willing to tread,
All the sins of my life to forgive.
He was nailed to the Cross,
He was nailed to the Cross,
O how much He was willing to bear!
With what anguish and loss,
Jesus went to the Cross!
And my sins were all laid on Him there!
He is tender and loving and patient with me,
While He cleanses my heart of its dross,
But there’s no condemnation — I know I am free,
For my sins are all nailed to the Cross.
I will cling to my Saviour 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.

Carrie E. Break (1855-1934)

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192

P.M.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold,
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold,
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
"Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine,
Are they not enough for Thee"
But the Shepherd made answer,
"This of Mine has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep
But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through
Ere he found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die.
“Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way
That mark out the mountain’s track"
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back;"
"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn"
"They are pierced tonight by many a thorn."
And all through the mountains thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,
"Rejoice! I have found my sheep
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His own."

Elizabeth C. Clephane (1830-69)

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193

P.M.

There’s a hill lone and grey, in a land far away,
In a country beyond the blue sea,
Where beneath that fair sky went a Man forth to die
For the world and for you and for me.
O, it bows down my heart,
And the tear-drops will start
When in memory that grey hill I see,
For ’twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.
Hark! I hear the dull blow of the hammer swung low;
They are nailing my Lord to the tree,
And the cross they upraise while the multitude gaze
On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary.
How they mock Him in death, to His last labouring breath,
While His friends sadly weep o’er the way!
But though lonely and faint, still no word of complaint
Fell from Him on the hill lone and grey.
Then the darkness came down and the rocks rent around,
And a cry pierced the grief-laden air;
’Twas the voice of the King who received death’s dark sting,
All to save us from endless despair.
Let the sun hide its face, let the earth reel apace,
Over men who their Saviour have slain;
But behold from the sod, comes the blest Lamb of God,
Who was slain and is risen again.

Robert Carradine

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194

There’s a line that is drawn by rejecting our Lord,
Where the call of His Spirit is lost,
And you hurry along with the pleasure-mad throng,
Have you counted, have you counted the cost
Have you counted the cost,
If your soul should be lost,
Though you gain the whole world for your own?
Even now it may be,
That the line you have crossed,
Have you counted,
Have you counted the cost?
You may barter your hope of eternity’s morn,
For a moment of joy at the most,
For the glitter of sin, and the things it will win,
Have you counted, have you counted the cost
While the door of His mercy is open to you,
Ere the depth of His love you exhaust,
Won’t you come and be healed,
Won’t you whisper, I yield,
I have counted, I have counted the cost.

A. J. Hodge

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195

Tune R.S. No. 392
7.7.7.4.D.

There’s a story ever new,
It is wonderful and true,
And the best thing you can do is believe it.
It will calm your troubled breast,
And will give you peace and rest;
It’s of all the news the best, O believe it.
O believe it, O believe it;
Christ has died upon the tree,
That from sin you might be free;
O believe it, O believe it,
Jesus died for you and me — O believe it.
I was serving Satan well,
And in sin did far excel,
And would soon have been in hell, I believe it.
But the Saviour He drew near,
And He stopped my wild career,
For His gospel banished fear, I believed it.
I could grace withstand no more,
For I saw my sins He bore,
So I entered by the Door and believed it.
Now I’m happy all the day;
I can sing as well as pray,
For my sins are washed away, I believe it.

John Ferguson (1864-1940)

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196

Tune R.S. No. 102
7.3.7.3.7.7.7.3.

There’s a Stranger at the door; let Him in!
He has been there oft’ before; let Him in!
Let Him in, ere He is gone;
Let Him in, the Holy One,
Jesus Christ, the Father’s Son; Let Him in!
Open now to Him your heart; let Him in!
If you wait He will depart; let Him in!
Let Him in, He is your friend;
He your soul will sure defend;
He will keep you to the end; let Him in!
Now admit the heavenly Guest; let Him in!
He will make for you a feast; let Him in!
He will speak your sins forgiven;
And when earth-ties all are riven;
He will take you home to heaven; let Him in!

J. B. Aitchison

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P.M.

There’s a voice that is calling to thee,
And it pleads with its tenderest tone,
While it bids thee from God’s wrath to flee,
And whispers, “To Jesus now come!"
Sinner, hear and obey,
’Tis the voice of the Spirit that cries;
While He strives, yield to Him,
Do not quench the convictions that rise.
There’s a Saviour now waiting for thee,
With His heart and His arms open wide;
Will you come, and from judgment be free
Through the Lamb who on Calvary died
There's a fountain that's open for thee,
Go wash then, be clean from thy sin:
Not a spot nor a stain shall there be
If but once thou art cleansed therein.
There’s a mansion preparing for thee;
With its pleasures that none can conceive:
And eternally happy thou’lt be,
If thou wilt but on Jesus believe.

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Tune R.S. No. 219
9.6.9.6.8.8.8.6.

There's nothing like the old, old story,
Grace is free, grace is free!
Which saints and martyrs tell in glory,
Grace is free, grace is free!
It brought them through the flood and flame,
By it they fought and overcame,
And now they cry through His dear name,
Grace is free, grace is free!
There’s nothing like the old, old story
Grace is free, grace is free,
Which saints and martyrs tell in glory,
Grace is free, grace is free!
There’s only hope in trusting Jesus,
Grace is free, grace is free!
From sin that doomed He died to free us,
Grace is free, grace is free!
Who would not tell the story sweet
Of love so wondrous, so complete
And fall in rapture at His feet!
Grace is free, grace is free!
From age to age the theme is telling,
Grace is free, grace is free!
From shore to shore the strains are swelling,
Grace is free, grace is free!
And when that time shall cease to be,
And faith is crowned with victory,
’Twill sound through all eternity,
Grace is free, grace is free!

Emma M. Johnston

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199

P.M.

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Ray Overholt (1924- )

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200

Tune R.S. No. 222
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.
Crucified, crucified!
And nailed upon the tree!
With pierced 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.
"Forgive them, O, forgive!" He cried,
Then bowed His sacred head;
"O Lamb of God! my sacrifice!"
For me Thy blood was shed.
His voice I hear, His love I know,
I worship at His feet;
And kneeling there at Calvary's cross,
Redemption is complete.

C. Austin Miles (1868-1946)

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201

P.M.

Thou art not very far from the kingdom of God,
Thou hast heard the sweet call of the King;
Thou hast met the glad messenger speeding abroad,
His free-hearted welcome to bring.
And the kingdom looks bright, but the world is so dear
With its labour, and pleasure, and sin;
And yet it were sad to have seen it so near,
And never to enter therein.
Yes, not very far from salvation by grace,
But beware, O, sinner; beware!
For not very far is a perilous place,
Thou art lost if thou linger there.
Thou art not very far from the foot of the cross:
Its shadow is falling on thee;
And the blood that redeemeth the sinner from loss
Is flowing so rich and so free.
That cross of atonement, that ransoming blood,
Is a saving or sentencing sight;
It were death at the foot of the cross to have stood,
And thy robes never washed, or made white.
O, many were once as near heaven as thou,
But they lingered and lost their day;
They are weeping, and wailing, and wandering now
On the coasts of the castaway.
They are far from the kingdom, and far from the crown,
From Christ and His ransoming cross,
O, infinite sadness! No tears but His own
Can weep such a fathomless loss.

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202

P.M.

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity.
O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee!
O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come
There is room in my heart for Thee!
Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But in lowly birth didst Thou come to earth
And in great humility.
The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest
In the shade of the cedar tree;
But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee.
Thou camest, O Lord, with the living Word
That should set Thy people free;
But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary.
When heaven's arches shall ring and her choir shall sing
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home, saying, "Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for thee."

Emily E. S. Elliott (1836-97)

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203

P.M.

Though your sins be as scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though your sins be as scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though they be red like crimson,
They shall be as wool.
Though your sins be as scarlet,
Though your sins be as scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow,
They shall be as white as snow.
Hear the voice that entreats you,
O, return ye unto God!
Hear the voice that entreats you,
O, return ye unto God!
He is of great compassion,
And of wondrous love;
Hear the voice that entreats you,
Hear the voice that entreats you,
O, return ye unto God!
O, return ye unto God!
He`ll forgive your transgressions,
And remember them no more;
Hell forgive your transgressions,
And remember them no more;
Look unto Me ye people,"
Saith the Lord your God;
He'll forgive your transgressions,
He'll forgive your transgressions,
And remember them no more,
And remember them no more.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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Tune R.S. No. 285
11.9.11.9. and chorus

Through the name of Jesus mercy flows today;
Fount of loving kindness blest and free;
See how Jesus suffered when upon the tree,
All to bring Salvation e'en to thee.
Welcome, welcome, now to Jesus come!
Welcome, welcome to the Fathers home!
Jesus will receive you; in His love confide;
Twas to save lost sinners Jesus died!
Through the work of Jesus peace is preached today;
God now sends His message far and wide,
Message of salvation, life eternally,
Righteousness through Jesus now supplied.
Through the blood of Jesus, sins are washed away,
Cleansing fount of blessing let it be!
Christ endured sins judgment when upon the tree
Everlasting favour still for thee.

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Tune C.H.F. No. 191

Tidings, happy tidings! hark, hark, the sound!
Hear the joyful echo through the world resound;
Christ the Lord proclaims them, hear and heed the call,
Come, ye starving ones that perish, room, room for all.
Whosoever cometh, Jesus will receive.
Whosoever thirsteth, Jesus will relieve;
See the living fountain, flowing full and free;
O, that blessed "whosoever" — That means me!
Tidings, happy tidings! Hark, hark, they say:
Do not slight the warning; come, O, come today;
Christ, the loving Saviour, still repeats the call,
"Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, room, room for all."
Tidings, happy tidings! Hark, hark, again,
Rushing o'er the mountain, sweeping o'er the plain,
Onward goes the message, `tis the Saviour's call:
"Come, for everything is ready; room, room for al1!"

Lizzie Edwards (19th Cent.)

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Tune R.S. No 262
7.7.7.7.

Time is earnest, passing by,
Death is earnest, drawing nigh,
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be?
Time and death appeal to thee.
Life is earnest; when 'tis o'er
Thou returnest never more;
Soon to meet eternity,
Will thou never serious be?
God is earnest, come today,
Ere thy season pass away,
Ere be set His judgment throne,
Vengeance ready, mercy gone.
Christ is earnest; bids thee come,
God declares that all is done;
Wilt thou spurn the Saviour's love,
Pleading with thee from above?
O, be earnest! Death is near;
Thou wilt perish lingering here.
Sleep no longer, rise and flee,
Lo, thy Saviour waits for thee!

James Montgomery

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Tune C.H.F. No. 192
8.7.8.7. and chorus

'Tis a true and faithful saying,
Jesus died for sinful men;
Though we've told the story often,
We must tell it o'er again.
O glad and glorious gospel,
With joy we now proclaim
A full and free salvation,
Through faith in Jesus' name.
He has made a full atonement,
Now His saving work is done;
He has glorified the Father
Who accepts us in His Son.
Still upon His hands the nail-prints,
And the scars upon His brow:
Our Redeemer, Lord, and Saviour,
In the glory standeth now.
But remember, this same Jesus
In the clouds will come again;
And with Him His blood-bought people
Evermore shall live and reign.

M. Fraser

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208

'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."
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.
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.
I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Saviour, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.

Louisa M.R. Steed (19th Cent.)

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209

P.M.

'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung;
'Tis the grandest theme for a mortal tongue;
'Tis the grandest theme that the world e'er sung:
"Our God is able to deliver thee."
He is able to deliver thee,
He is able to deliver thee;
Though by sin oppressed,
Go to Him for rest;
Our God is able to deliver thee.
'Tis the grandest theme in the earth or main;
'Tis the grandest theme for a mortal strain;
'Tis the grandest theme, tell the world again,
"Our God is able to deliver thee."
'Tis the grandest theme, let the tidings roll
To the guilty heart, to the sinful soul;
Look to God in faith, He will make thee whole:
"Our God is able to deliver thee."

William A. Ogden (1841-97)

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Tune R.S. No. 274

'Tis the promise of God full salvation to give
Unto all who on Jesus, His Son, will believe.
Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son,
I am saved by the blood
Of the crucified One.
Though the pathway be lonely and dangerous too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.
Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng,
They are safe now in glory and this is their song.
There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,
And the theme of our praises for ever will be.

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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211

11.11.11.11.

'Tis the voice of Jehovah commands thee, awake!
For time is fast passing, thy soul is at stake;
Eternity's darkness and gloom draweth nigh;
Then awake, ere ye perish — for why will ye die
Awake, careless sinner, God bids thee awake!
Why rush madly on to the fierce burning lake
'Tis folly to trifle the moments away;
Then awake! O awake and be saved while ye may.
Awake, false professor, O think not thy form
Will shield thee from wrath in that pitiless storm;
When the judgment of God as great billows shall roll
In dire destruction o'er each Christless soul.
And thou, poor deceived one, arouse thee, awake!
Be warned of thy danger, O learn thy mistake;
Thy life may seem righteous, thy works suit thee well,
But 'tis Jesus alone who can save thee from hell
Ye anxious ones, listen, O hark to God's Word
Proclaiming salvation through Jesus the Lord;
His precious blood, shed on the cross long ago,
Can save thee from sin and deliver from woe.

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Tune R.S. No. 77
9.8.9.8.and chorus

Under the burden of guilt and care,
Many a spirit is grieving,
Who in the joy of the Lord might share,
Life everlasting receiving.
Life! life! eternal life!
Jesus alone is the Giver!
Life! life! abundant life!
Glory to Jesus for ever!
Burdened one, why will you longer bear
Sorrows from which He releases
Open your heart and rejoicing share,
Life more abundant in Jesus.
Leaving the mountain, the streamlet grows,
Flooding the vale with a river;
So, from the hill of the cross, there flows
Life more abundant for ever.
O, for the floods on the thirsty land!
O, for a mighty revival!
O, for a sanctified, fearless band,
Ready to hail its arrival

William Leslie

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Tune R.S. No. 81
L.M. and chorus

Was it for me, for me alone,
The Saviour left His glorious throne,
The dazzling splendours of the sky,
Was it for me He came to die?
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?
Was it for me He wept and prayed,
When prostrate in the garden laid,
That night within Gethsemane?
Was it for me, that agony?
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 Saviour died?

J. M. Whyte (19th Cent.)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 196

We love to sing of the Lord who died,
And His wondrous love proclaim;
How there's life and peace through the Crucified,
And salvation through His name.
Salvation! Salvation! vast, full and free;
Through the precious blood of the Son of God,
Who was slain on Calvary.
O, the height and depth of His boundless love
And His mercy who can tell,
When He came to the Cross from the throne above,
To save our souls from hell!
Our sins and guilt were upon Him laid,
He the wrath of God endured,
By His precious blood an atonement made,
And our full discharge procured.
Ascended now to God's right hand,
A conqueror o'er the grave,
He bids us tell through every land,
His mighty power to save.

T. D. W. Muir (1855-1931)

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Tune S.S. No. 923
L.M. and chorus

We speak of the land of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair.
And oft are its glories confessed
But what must it be to be there
To be there! To be there!
O, what must it be to be there!
To be there! To be there!
O, what must it be to be there!
We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear.
The songs of the blessed above;
But what must it be to be there
We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care;
From trials without and within;
But what must it be to be there

Elizabeth Mills (1805-29)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 193
6.7.7.7.6.

Weeping will not save thee
Though thy face were bathed in tears,
That could not allay thy fears,
Could not wash the sins of years,
Weeping will not save thee.
Jesus wept and died for thee;
Jesus suffered on the tree;
Jesus waits to make thee free;
He alone can save thee.
Working will not save thee;
Purest deeds that thou can do,
Holiest thoughts and feelings too,
Cannot form thy soul anew,
Working will not save thee.
Waiting will not save thee;
Helpless, guilty, lost you lie;
In your ears is mercy’s cry;
If you wait you’ll surely die,
Waiting will not save thee.
Faith in Christ will save thee;
Sinner, trust God’s risen Son,
Trust the work that He has done,
To His arms now quickly run;
Faith in Christ will save thee.

Robert Lowry (1826-99)

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8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.

We’re travelling home to heaven above,
Will you go? will you go?
To sing the Saviour’s dying love,
Will you go?
Millions have reached that blissful shore,
Their trials and their labours o’er,
And yet there’s room for millions more;
Will you go? will you go?
We`re going to walk the plains of light.
Will you go? will you go?
Far, far from death, and sin, and night,
Will you go?
The crown of life we then shall wear,
The Conqueror’s palm we then shall bear,
And all the joys of heaven shall share,
Will you go? will you go?
The way to heaven is straight and plain,
Will you go? will you go?
But mind "Ye must be born again,”
Will you go?
The Saviour cries aloud to thee,
O sinner come, "Believe on Me,
And thou shalt My salvation see,"
Will you go? will you go?
Come all ye halting ones and say,
I will go! I will go!
I’ll start the journey here today,
Let me go!
My old companions, fare you well,
I will not go with you to hell,
l mean with Jesus Christ to dwell,
I will go! I will go

Richard Jukes (1804-67)

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218

What a wonderful change in my life has been wrought
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I have light in my soul for which long I had sought,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
Since Jesus came into my heart,
Since Jesus came into my heart,
Floods of joy o’er my soul like the sea billows roll,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I have ceased from my wandering and going astray
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And my sins which were many are all washed away
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I’m possessed of a hope that is steadfast and sure
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And no dark clouds of doubt now my pathway obscure
Since Jesus came into my heart!
There’s a light in the valley of death now for me,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And the gates of the city beyond, I can see,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I shall go there to dwell in that city, I know,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And I’m happy, so happy, as onward I go,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

Ruth H. McDaniel (1850-1940)

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Tune R.S. No. 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.
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.
Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nought of good that I have done;
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.

Robert Lowry (1826-99)

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220

P.M.

“What must I do?" has oft been asked,
"Eternal life to gain?"
Man anxious seems for any task
If this he may obtain.
O, the blood of Jesus!
The precious blood of Jesus!
O, the blood of Jesus,
It cleanseth from all sin.
But all the doing has been done
As God has clearly shown,
When, by the offering of His Son,
His purpose He made known.
He laid on Him the sinner’s guilt
When came the appointed day;
And by that blood on Calvary spilt
Took all my sins away.
Such was the sacrifice He made,
The law could ask no more;
For not a mite was left unpaid
When He my judgment bore.
How glorious, blessed, and complete
That finished work must be;
Where God with man delights to meet,
There He has met with me.
And still the memories of the past
Shall with my spirit stay;
’Tis Jesus first, ’tis Jesus last,
And Jesus all the way!

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221

What will you do on that great day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
When all the pomp and glory here,
Like morning dew shall disappear,
And you, from out your lonely tomb,
Shall stand in judgment’s awful doom?
When God’s great trump shall wake the dead,
Where will you hide your once fair head
What will you do? where can you go,
Amid that fearful scene of woe,
Where none can help, and all alone
You stand before that great white throne?
What will you do when lightnings flash,
This wide world quivers, thunders crash?
The earth shall melt with fervent heat,
But you, O where can you retreat
Not e’en the grave can hide you more,
For death and hell their dead restore.
O, awful day! who would not be
Sheltered, O Lamb of God, in Thee?
Safe at Thy side. when wild and loud
The shrieks of that unnumbered crowd
Shall rend the heavens and fill the skies,
Till judgment's doom shall close their cries.

J. W. Smith

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222

When God of old the way of life
Would teach to all His own,
He placed them safe beyond the reach
Of death, by blood alone.
It is His Word God’s precious Word,
It stands forever true;
"When I the Lord shall see the blood
I will pass over you."
By Christ, the sinless Lamb of God,
The precious blood was shed,
When He fulfilled God’s holy Word,
And suffered in our stead.
O soul, for thee salvation thus
By God is freely given;
The blood of Christ atones for sin
And makes us meet for heaven.
The wrath of God that was our due,
Upon the Lamb was laid;
And by the shedding of His blood
The debt for us was paid.

Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)

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223

P.M.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea—billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, O, the bliss of this glorious thought,
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;
If death's waters o'er me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine for in death, as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
O, trump of the angel! O, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul!

Horatio G. Spafford (1828-88)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 252
6.6.6.6.8.8.

When the harvest is past and the summer is gone
And sermons and prayers shall be o’er;
When the beams cease to break, on the blest Lord’s day morn,
And Jesus invites thee no more:
When the harvest is past,
And the summer is o’er;
With the wheat or the tares
When the judgment appears;
O, which shall it be evermore?
When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow,
The Gospel no message declare;
Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailings of woe
How suffer the night of despair
When the holy have gone to the regions of peace,
To dwell in the mansions above;
When their harmony wakes in the fullness of bliss,
Their songs to the Saviour they love.
Say, O sinner, that livest at rest and secure,
Who fearest no trouble to come;
Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure
Or bear the impenitent’s doom?

Samuel F. Smith (1808-95)

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225

When the Saviour said, "’Tis finished,"
Everything was fully done,
Done as God Himself would have it,
Christ the victory fully won.
Vain and futile the endeavour
To improve or add thereto;
God’s free grace is thus commended
To "believe" and not "to do."
All the doing is completed,
Now ’tis look, believe, and live;
None can purchase his salvation,
Life’s a gift that God does give;
Grace through righteousness is reigning,
Not of works lest man should boast;
Man must take the mercy freely,
Or eternally be lost.

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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226

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.
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder;
When the roll is called up yonder
I’ll be there.
On that bright and cloudless morning
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones will gather
To their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.
Let us labour for the Master
From the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then, when all of life is over
And our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

James M. Black (1856-1938)

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Tune R.S. No. 260
8.8.8.8.8.8.

Where will you spend eternity?
This question comes to you and me!
Tell me, what shall your answer be,
Where will you spend eternity?
Eternity! Eternity!
Where will you spend Eternity?
Many are choosing Christ today,
Turning from all their sins away,
Heaven shall their blessed portion be.
Where will you spend eternity?
Eternity! Eternity!
Where will you spend eternity?
Passing the strait and narrow way,
Going the downward road today,
Sad will their final ending be,
Lost through a long eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
Lost through a long eternity!
Turn, and believe this very hour,
Trust in the Saviour’s grace and power;
Then shall your joyous answer be,
"Saved through a long eternity!”
Eternity! Eternity!
Saved through a long eternity.

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)

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228 Tune R.S. No. 201
11.11.11.11. and chorus

Whoever receiveth the Crucified One,
Whoever believeth on God’s only Son,
A free and a perfect salvation shall have
For He is abundantly able to save.
O sinner the Saviour is calling for thee,
His grace and His mercy are wondrously free;
His blood as a ransom for sinners He gave
And He is abundantly able to save.
Whoever receiveth the message of God
And trusts in the power of the soul-cleansing blood,
A full and eternal redemption shall have
For He is both able and willing to save.
Whoever receives the forgiveness of sin
And opens his heart for the Lord to come in,
A present and perfect salvation shall have
For Jesus is ready this moment to save.

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-l929)

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Tune R.S. No. 93

Whosoever heareth! Shout, shout the sound!
Send the blessed tidings all the world around!
Spread the joyful news wherever man is found:
Whosoever will may come.
"Whosoever will! Whosoever will!”
Send the proclamation over vale and hill;
'Tis a loving Saviour calls the wanderer home
"Whosoever will may come."
Whosoever cometh need not delay,
Now the door is open, enter while you may;
Jesus is the true, the only Living Way,
Whosoever will may come.
Whosoever will, the promise is secure;
Whosoever will, for ever shall endure;
Whosoever will — ’tis life for evermore:
Whosoever will may come.

Philip P. Bliss (1838-76)

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P.M.

Why do you wait, O sinner?
O why do you tarry so long?
The Saviour is waiting to give you
A place in His sanctified throng.
Why not? Why not?
Why not come to Him now?
Why not? Why not?
Why not come to Him now?
What do you hope, O sinner,
To gain by a further delay?
There`s no one to save you but Jesus,
There’s no other way but His way.
Do you not feel, O sinner,
The Spirit now striving within?
O, why not accept His salvation,
And throw off thy burden of sin?
Why do you wait, O sinner?
The harvest is passing away;
The Saviour is longing to bless you;
There's danger and death in delay.

George F. Root (1820-95)

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Tune R.S. No. 119

Will you come, will you come
With your poor broken heart,
Burdened and sin oppressed?
Lay it down at the feet
Of the Saviour and Lord,
Jesus will give you rest.
O happy rest, sweet happy rest,
Jesus will give you rest.
O! Why won’t you come in simple trusting faith?
Jesus will give you rest.
Will you come, will you come?
There is mercy for you,
Balm for your aching breast;
Only come as you are
And believe on His name,
Jesus will give you rest.
Will you come, will you come?
You have nothing to pay;
Jesus, who loves you best,
By His death on the Cross
Purchased life for your soul;
Jesus will give you rest.
Will you come, will you come?
How He pleads with you now!
Fly to His loving breast
And whatever your sin
Or your sorrow may be,
Jesus will give you rest.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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Tune R.S. No. 180

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life?
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife,
When the storm-tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll.
Fastened to the rock that cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.
Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear?
When the breakers roar and the reef is near,
While the surges rave and the wild winds blow,
Shall the angry waves your bark o’erflow?
Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill your latest breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail
While your anchor holds within the veil.
Will your eyes behold through the morning light
The city of gold, and the harbour bright?
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore
When life`s storms are past for evermore?

Priscilla J. Owens (1829-1907)

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233

8.7.8.7.7.7.

Without blood is no remission,
Thus the Lord proclaims from heaven,
Blood must flow — on this condition,
This alone, is sin forgiven;
Yes, a victim must be slain,
Else all hope of life is vain.
But the victim — who shall find it,
Such a one as sinners need?
To the altar who shall bind it,
Who shall make the victim bleed?
Such a victim as must die.
All the world could not supply.
God Himself provides the victim;
Jesus is the Lamb of God;
Heaven, and earth, and hell afflict Him
While he bears the sinner’s load.
Jesus’ blood — His blood alone,
Can for human guilt atone.
Joyful truth! He bore transgression
In His body, on the cross!
Through His blood there’s full remission
For the vilest, e’en for us:
Jesus for the sinner bleeds,
Nothing more the sinner needs.

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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234

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Haldor Lillenas (1885-1959)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 208
7.6.7.6.8.8.8.

Wonderful story of love;
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love;
Wake the immortal strain!
Angels with rapture announce it,
Shepherds with wonder receive it:
Sinner, O, won’t you believe it?
Wonderful story of love.
Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!
Wonderful story of love!
Wonderful story of love;
Though you are far away;
Wonderful story of love;
Still He doth call to-day;
Calling from Calvary’s mountain,
Down from the crystal bright fountain,
E’en from the dawn of creation,
Wonderful story of love.
Wonderful story of love;
Jesus provides a rest;
Wonderful story of love
For all the pure and blest,
Rest in those mansions above us,
With those who’ve gone on before us
Singing the rapturous chorus,
Wonderful story of love.

J. M. Driver (19th Cent.)

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Tune R.S. No. 97
11.11.11.11.

Wondrous love of Jesus! spread the news around,
Pardon freely offered, what a joyful sound!
Jesus, loving Saviour, died to set me free;
O that blessed "Whosoever" — that means me.
Pardon freely offered, all who will believe;
Whosoever cometh Jesus will receive;
Jesus, loving Saviour; died to set us free:
Hallelujah! “Whosoever" — that means me.
"Whosoever," means me better than my name,
Anyone, everyone, is not that the same?
Believing is salvation, present, full, and free;
Whosoever is the message — that means me.
Whosoever cometh may the promise claim,
Precious blood of Jesus cleanseth every stain.
The Son of God has loved me, wonder can it be?
"Whosoever," said the Saviour — that means me.
Do not trust your feelings, trust His Word alone,
Prayers can never save you, tears cannot atone.
"Finished!" cried the Saviour, nothing now to do,
Come, believe this "Whosoever" — that means you.

J.G. Badger

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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.
There is power; power; wonder-working power
In the blood of the Lamb.
There is power power; wonder-working power
In the precious blood of the Lamb.
Would you be free from your passion and pride?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide;
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Sin—stains are lost in its life—giving flow;
There’s wonderful power in the blood.
Would you do service for Jesus, your King?
There’s power in the blood, power in the blood.
Would you live daily His praises to sing?
There’s wonderful power in the blood.

Lewis E. Jones (1865-1936)

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Wounded for me, wounded for me,
There on the cross He was wounded for me;
Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,
All because Jesus was wounded for me.
Dying for me, dying for me,
There on the cross He was dying for me;
Now in His death my redemption I see,
All because Jesus was dying for me.
Risen for me, risen for me,
Up from the grave, He has risen for me;
Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,
All because Jesus has risen for me.
Living for me, living for me,
Up in the skies, He is living for me;
Daily He’s pleading and praying for me.
All because Jesus is living for me.
Coming for me, coming for me,
One day to earth He is coming for me;
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,
O how I praise Him! He’s coming for me.

Gladys Watkin Roberts

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Tune R.S. No. 773
9.9.9.4.D.

Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified;
Knowing not it was for me He died
On Calvary.
Mercy there was great and grace was free,
Pardon there was multiplied to me,
There my burdened soul found liberty,
At Calvary.
By God’s Word at last my sin I learned,
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul, imploring, turned
To Calvary.
O, the love that drew salvation’s plan,
O, the grace that brought it down to man,
O, the mighty gulf that God did span
At Calvary.
Now I’d give to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing
Of Calvary.

William R. Newell (1868-1956)

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Tune C.H.F. No. 248
10.10.4.6.

"Yet there is room!" The Lamb’s bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along:
Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
Day is declining, and the sun is low:
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go,
Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
The bridal hall is tilling for the feast;
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom’s guest,
Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call:
"Come, lingerer, come," enter that festal hall,
Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
Ere night that gate may close and seal thy doom,
Then the last low, long cry, "No room, no room."
No room, no room, O, woeful cry, "No room."

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 7

A debtor to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing,
Nor fear, with God’s righteousness on,
My person and offerings to bring.
The terrors of law and of God
With me can have nothing to do;
My Saviour’s obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view.
The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet.
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below or above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from His love.
My name from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase!
Impressed 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.

Augustus M. Toplady (1740-78)

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Tune R.S. No. 1
B.H.B. No. 361 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 our God
Who from His altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod
And crown Him Lord of all!
Ye chosen seed of Israel’s 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.

Edward Perronet (1726-92)

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C.M.

And did the Holy and the lust,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Saviour go!
Yes, the Redeemer left His throne,
His radiant throne on high,
Surpassing mercy, love unknown!
To suffer, bleed and die.
He took the ruined sinner’s place,
And suffered in his stead:
For man, O miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled.
Jesus! my soul adoring bends
To love, so full, so free;
Though vile I am, that love extends
Its sacred power to me.
What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?
O, take my all, my weary heart
And make it only Thine.

Anne Steele (1716-78)

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Tune - Juanita
P.M.

Bright in the glory, where my Lord has gone before;
Safe in the glory, to go out no more!
I shall soon be sheltered, with His likeness satisfied,
All my thoughts concentered on the Glorified.
Jesus, Lord Jesus! Thou art All-in-all to me!
Jesus, Lord Jesus! all my joy’s in Thee!
Soon in the glory, I shall see my Lord who died!
Throned in the glory, lives the Crucified:
Lightly weighs life’s burden, as I journey gladly on;
Precious is my guerdon, Christ the risen One.
Jesus, Lord Jesus! Thou art All-in—all to me!
Jesus, Lord Jesus! I would live to Thee!
There in the glory we shall gather every one;
Loud in the glory raise the joyful song;
Unto Him who loved us, never-ceasing praise be given,
Sing we hallelujah to the Lord of heaven.
Jesus, Lord Jesus! praise and glory be to Thee!
Jesus, Lord Jesus! we shall reign with Thee!

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By and by when I look on His face,
Beautiful face, thorn—shadowed face,
By and by when I look on His face,
I’ll wish I had given Him more,
More, so much more,
More of my life than I e’er gave before,
By and by when I look on His face,
I’ll wish I had given Him more,
By and by when He holds out His hands,
Welcoming hands, nail-riven hands,
By and by when He holds out His hands,
I`ll wish I had given Him more,
In the light of that heavenly place,
Light from His face, beautiful face,
In the light of that heavenly place,
I’ll wish I had given Him more,
More so much more,
Treasures unbounded for Him I adore,
By and by when I look on His face,
I ’ll wish I had given Him more.

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Tune B.H.B. No. 39

Come, let us all unite to sing,
God is love, God is love.
Let heaven and earth their praises bring;
God is love, God is love.
Let every soul from sin awake,
Each in his heart sweet music make
And sing with us, for Jesus’ sake,
God is love, God is love.
O tell to earth’s remotest bound,
God is love, God is love.
In Christ we have redemption found:
God is love, God is love.
His blood has washed our sins away,
His Spirit turned our night to day
And now we can rejoice to say,
God is love, God is love.
How happy is our portion here!
God is love, God is love.
His promises our spirits cheer;
God is love, God is love.
He is our sun and shield by day,
Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay,
He will be with us all the way.
God is love, God is love,
In glory we shall sing again,
God is love, God is love.
Yes, this shall be our lofty strain,
God is love, God is love,
Whilst endless ages roll along,
In concert with the heavenly throng,
This shall be still our sweetest song,
God is love, God is love,

Howard Kingsbury (19th Cent.)

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247

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.

Matthew Bridges (1800-94)

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William E. Booth-Clibborn (1893-1969)

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Tune R.S. No. 421
8.7.8.7.D.

Face to face with Christ, my Saviour,
Face to face — what will it be?
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ, who died for me.
Face to face shall I behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory,
I shall see Him by and by!
Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkening veil between,
But a blessed day is coming
When His glory shall be seen.
What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened
And the dark things shall be plain.
Face to face! O blissful moment!
Face to face — to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ, who loves me so.

Carrie E. Breck (1855-1934)

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Tune R.S. No. 202

Fairest of all the earth beside,
Chiefest of all unto Thy Bride,
Fullness divine in Thee I see,
Beautiful Man of Calvary.
That Man of Calvary
Has won my heart from me,
And died to set me free.
Blest Man of Calvary.
Drinking a dire and dreadful cup,
Crucified Jesus lifted up,
Bearing our guilt and misery,
Sorrowful Man of Calvary.
Granting the sinner life and peace,
Granting the captive sweet release,
Shedding His blood to make us free,
Merciful Man of Calvary.
Giving the gifts obtained for men,
Pouring out love beyond our ken,
Giving us spotless purity.
Bountiful Man of Calvary.
Comfort of all my earthly way,
Jesus, I’ll meet Thee some sweet day.
Centre of glory, Thee I’ll see.
Wonderful Man of Calvary.
Gathered with Thee eternally,
Sharing Thy love by glassy sea,
Like Thee for ever I shall be.
Glorified Man of Calvary.

Mainie P. Ferguson (19th Cent.)

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251

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 Saviour! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honour, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.

Schonster Herr Jesu (17th Cent.)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 52
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! Spread His glory!
Who redeemed His people thus.
His is love, ’tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end;
Human thought is here confounded.
’Tis too vast to comprehend!
Praise the Saviour! Praise the Saviour!
Magnify the sinner’s Friend.
While we hear the wondrous story
Of the Saviour’s cross and shame,
Sing we, "Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb!"
Saints and angels, saints and angels,
Give ye glory to His name.

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 58
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:
Pardon from an offended God!
Pardon for sins of deepest dye!
Pardon bestowed through Jesus’ blood!
Pardon that brings the rebel nigh!

Samuel Davies (1723-61)

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P.M.

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Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960)

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Tune R.S. No. 476

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.
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.
’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.

Joseph Hart (1712-68)

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Tune: Londonderry Air

I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.
I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken—hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.
I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour
When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.
I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King.

William Young Fullertorn (1857-1932)

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John W. Peterson

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258

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.
O Lord Jesus, how long?
How long, ere we shout the glad song?
Christ returneth! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Amen!
It may be at midday, it may be at twilight,
It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,
When Jesus receives His own.
While hosts cry hosanna, from heaven descending,
With glorified saints and the angels attending,
With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory,
Will Jesus receive His own.
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.

H. L. Turner (19th Cent.)

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259

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 our 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 longings,
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.

Jean Sophia Pigott (1845-82)

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Tune: Austrian Hymn

Let us now retrace the pathway
Of the Blessed Son of God,
Pondering, with adoration,
All the way that He has trod,
See Him in the lowly manger,
Hear Him on the mountainside,
Wheresoe’er His feet have traversed,
There with love would we abide.
Brightly through the moral darkness
Shone the radiance of His grace,
As the Spirit marked Him out as
Fairest of the earth-born race,
In the glory of pure manhood
He passed o’er the sands of time,
Gilding every human virtue
With true beauty, rich, sublime.
Foes might hate, despise, revile Him
And His friends unfaithful prove,
Satan’s arts, nor men’s defections
Failed His perfect steps to move,
Onward to the cross before Him,
He did pass in glorious might,
There to bear sin’s heavy burden
And to win the wondrous fight.
Now with joyful hearts we hail Him
Seated on the Father’s throne
Where adoring hearts surrounding,
Praise Him as the Worthy One.
Glorious anthems, soaring, swelling,
Eulogizing Jesus’ Name,
Rapturous songs repeat the triumphs,
Spread abroad the Victor’s fame.

James Wherry (1908-1984)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 127
8.7.8.4.7.

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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him,
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings;
Crown Him! crown Him!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Saviour, King of kings.
Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim.
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him! crown Him!
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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 133
7.6.7.6.D.

Lord Jesus! My Saviour!
How vast Thy love to me,
I’ll bathe in its full ocean
To all eternity,
And wending on to glory,
This all my song shall be,
“I was a guilty sinner,
But Jesus died for me."
O Calvary! O Calvary!
The thorn-crown and the spear!
’Tis here Thy love, Lord Jesus,
Thy flowing wounds appear;
O! depths of grace and mercy,
To those dear wounds I flee,
"I was a guilty sinner,
But Jesus died for me.”
Adore Him, adore Him,
The glorious work is done,
The Father will not punish me,
’Twas laid upon His Son;
"’Tis finished," cried His suffering soul,
And I my title see,
"I was a guilty sinner,
But Jesus died for me."
In glory, in glory,
"Forever with the Lord,”
I’ll tune my harp, and with the saints
I’ll sing with loud accord;
And as I strike the golden string,
This all my song shall be,
“I was a guilty sinner,
But Jesus died for me,"

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263

C.M.

O God of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led.
Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment lit provide.
O spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father`s loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
Such blessings from Thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God,
And portion evermore.

Philip Doddridge (1702-51)

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264

Tune B.H.B. No. 186
11.11.11.11. and chorus

O joy of the justified, joy of the free!
I'm washed in that crimson tide opened for me.
In Christ, my Redeemer, rejoicing I stand,
And point to the print of the nail in His hand.
O sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Mighty to save!
Lord Jesus, the crucified, now Thou art mine,
Though once a lost sinner, yet now I am Thine.
In conscious salvation I sing of His grace
Who lifts now upon me the smile of His face.
Lord Jesus, my Saviour, I’ll still sing of Thee,
Yes, sing of Thy precious blood poured out for me.
And when in the mansions of glory above,
I’ll praise and adore Thine unchangeable love.

Francis Bottome (1823-94)

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265

P.M.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That, on the cross, my burden. gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away-my sin.
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart;
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, "My God, how great Thou art!"

Carl Bobeng (1859-1940)
Translated by Stuart K. Hine (1899—l989)

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266

8.7.8.7. and chorus

Once our blessed Christ of beauty
Was veiled off from human view;
But through suffering death and sorrow
He has rent the veil in two.
O behold the Man of Sorrows,
O behold Him in plain view;
Lo! He is the mighty conqueror;
Since He rent the veil in two.
Lo! He is the mighty conqueror;
Since He rent the veil in two.
Now He is with God the Father,
Interceding there for you;
For He is the mighty conqueror
Since He rent the veil in two.
Holy angels bow before Him,
Men of earth give praises due;
For He is the well beloved
Since He rent the veil in two.
Throughout time and endless ages,
Heights and depths of love so true;
He alone can be the giver
Since He rent the veil in two.

N. B. Herrell (1877-1954)

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267

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.

Robert Grant (1779-1838)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 232
8.7.8.7.4.7.

Praise the Lord, who died to save us,
Praise His ever gracious Name;
Praise Him that He lives to bless us,
Now and evermore the same;
Blessed Saviour!
We would all Thy love proclaim.
Grace it was, yea, grace abounding,
Brought Thee down to save the lost;
Ye above, His throne surrounding,
Praise Him, praise Him all His host;
Saints! adore Him!
Ye are they who owe Him most.
We, of all His hand created,
Objects of such grace alone,
By eternal love elected,
Destined now to share His throne;
Sing with wonder!
Sing of what our Lord hath done.
Praise His Name who died to save us;
’Tis by Him His people live;
And in Him the Father gave us
All that boundless love could give;
Life eternal!
In our Saviour we receive.

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 233
6.6.6.5.

Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.
Jesus is the Name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves, and nothing harms us,
When we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever:
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys in heaven.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
That which is not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own.

Thomas Kelley (1769-1854)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 249
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.

John Kent (1766-1843)

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271

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 forever.
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 shoulders 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.
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever.

Henry W. Baker (1821-77)

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272

8.8.8.8.D.

There’s One above all earthly friends
Whose love all earthly love transcends,
It is my Lord and Christ divine,
My Lord, because I know He’s mine,
I know He’s mine. this Friend so dear,
He lives with me, He’s ever near;
Ten thousand charms around Him shine,
And, best of all, I know He’s mine.
He’s mine because He died for me,
He saved my soul, He set me free;
With joy I worship at His shrine,
And cry, "Praise God, I know He’s mine."
He’s mine because He’s in my heart,
And never, never will we part;
Just as the branch is to the vine
I’m joined to Christ, I know He’s mine.
Some day upon the street of gold
Mine eyes His glory shall behold,
Then, while His arms around me twine,
I’ll cry for joy, "I know He’s mine."

Johnson Oatman Jr. (1856-1926)

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273

P.M.

We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of Thy love
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Hallelujah, Amen!
Hallelujah, Thine the glory! Revive us again!
We praise Thee, O God, for Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed every stain.
All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us and sought us, and guided our ways.
Revive us again, fill each heart with Thy love,
May each soul be rekindled with love from above.
Revive us again, rouse the dead from their tomb!
May they come now to Jesus, while yet there is room.

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Tune B.H.B. No. 318
L.M.

We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died,
That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried
But firmly endured as a rock.
When blood from a victim must flow,
This Shepherd, by pity was led
To stand between us and the foe
And willingly die in our stead.
Our song then forever should be
Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject so glorious as He,
No theme so affecting to us.
We’ll sing of such subjects alone,
None other our tongues shall employ,
Till fully His love becomes known
In yonder bright regions of joy.

Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)

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275

P.M.

Who is He in yonder stall
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
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?
Who is He to whom they bring
All the sick and sorrowing?
Who is He who stands and weeps
At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?
Who is He the gathering throng
Greet with loud triumphant song?
Lo! at midnight, who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?
Who is He on yonder tree
Dies in grief and agony?
Who is He who from the grave
Comes to heal and help and save?
Who is He who from the throne
Rules through all the worlds alone?

Benjamin R. Hanby (1833-67)

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276

8.7.8.7.

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Mylon R. LeFevre (1944- )

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277

Tune B.H.B. No. 3
C.M.

A mind at perfect peace with God,
O! 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."

Catesby Paget (19th Cent.)

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278

P.M.

A sweet remembrance fills my soul,
As musing o’er the past,
When He who, wounded, made me whole.
And peace was known at last.
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.
Yes, at the cross and there alone,
I found the Saviour near,
And heard His voice in sweetest tone,
Say, "Trust, and never fear."
O, can I e’er forget the joy
Of that blest meeting place?
That gift divine sent from on high,
God’s saving wondrous grace!
Still at the cross I love to be,
Its glories ne’er grow dim,
My Lord, my Life, my all I see
As gazing upon Him.
And when amid the radiant throng
In glory I shall be,
The cross! the cross! shall be my song
Of endless victory!

Albert Midlane (1825-1909)

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279

Tune R.S. No. 371
11.8.11.8. and chorus

A wonderful Saviour is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Saviour to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Saviour is Jesus, my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
With numberless blessings each moment He crowns
And, filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, "O glory to God,
For such a Redeemer as mine!"
When clothed in His brightness transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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280

C.M.

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When the incarnate Maker died
For man, His creature’s sin.
Well might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe!
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

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281

Tune C.H. No. 40
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.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

John Newton (1725-1807)

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282

Tune R.S. No. 423

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Jessie B. Pounds (1861-1921) & Helen C. A. Dixon (1877-1969)

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283

P.M.

Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o’er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce, your path assail,
God will take care of you.
All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.
No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon His breast,
God will take care of you.

Civilla D. Martin (1869-1948)

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284

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.

Katharina Von Schlegel (18th Cent.)

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285

By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
By cool Siloam’s shady rill,
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power
And stormy passion’s rage.
O Thou Whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father’s shrine,
Whose years with changeless virtue crowned,
Were all alike divine.
Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood age, and death
To keep us still Thine own.

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286

Tune R.S. No. 274
11.11.11.11.

By faith in a glorified Christ on the throne,
We give up the joys of the world to its own;
As strangers and pilgrims we plainly declare,
Our home is up yonder, but will you be there?
We’re watching for Jesus, who entered within
The holiest of all when He put away sin;
A place in the glory He’s gone to prepare,
Where we shall be with Him; but will you be there?
We’re waiting for Jesus; His promise is plain,
His word’s sure and steadfast, He’s coming again;
A numberless people will meet in the air,
The Lord who redeemed them, but will you be there?
In the home of our Father the banquet is spread,
There the naked are clothed and the hungry are fed;
The house is fast filling, there is yet room to spare;
Not a seat will be vacant but will you be there?

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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.

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288

7.7.7.7.

Christ, the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say. Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens and earth reply: Alleluia!
Love’s redeeming work is done; Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Alleluia!
Christ has burst the gates of hell, Alleluia!
Lives again our glorious King! Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once He died, our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where’s thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!
Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia!
Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven! Alleluia!
Praise to Thee by all be given! Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Alleluia!

Charles Wesley (1707-88)

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289

P.M.

Come ye that love the Lord and let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
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
Should spread His praise abroad.
The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields
Or walk the golden streets.
There shall we see His face, and never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
Then let our songs abound and every tear be dry,
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

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290

P.M.

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song;
As the burdens press, and the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?
O, yes, He cares; I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief
When the days are weary,
The long nights dreary,
I know my Saviour cares.
Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
Does Jesus care when I’ve said "good-bye"
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks,
Is this aught to Him? Does He see?

Frank E. Graeff (1860-1919)

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Tune R.S. No. 942
9.8.8.9. and chorus

God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsel guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you,
God be with you till we meet again.
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet.
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
’Neath His wings securely hide you,
Daily manna still provide you,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
When life’s perils thick confound you,
Put His loving arms around you,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Smite death’s threatening waves before you,
God be with you till we meet again.

Jeremiah E. Rankin (1828-1904)

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Tune R.S. No. 445
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?

Ora Rowan

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293

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, Saviour 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!

Adelaide A. Pollard (1862-1934)

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294

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.
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.
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.

Annie J. Flint (1866-1932)

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295

He is coming, coming for us,
Soon we’ll see His light afar
On the dark horizon rising,
As the Bright and Morning Star.
Cheering many a waiting watcher
As the star whose kindly ray
Heralds the approaching morning
Just before the break of day
O! what joy, as night hangs round us
Tis to think of morning’s ray;
Sweet to know He’s coming for us,
Just before the break of day.
He is coming, coming for us;
Soon we’ll hear His voice on high;
Dead and living, rising, changing,
In the twinkling of an eye,
Shall be caught up all together
For the meeting in the air,
With a shout, the Lord, descending,
Shall Himself await us there.
O! what joy, that great foregathering,
Trusted meeting in the air;
Sweet to know He’s coming for us,
Calling its to join Him there
He is coming, O! how solemn
When the Judge’s voice is heard,
And in His own light He shows us
Every thought, and act, and word!
Deeds of merit, as we thought them
He will show us were but sin;
Little acts we had forgotten,
He will tell us were for Him.
O! what joy when He imputeth
Righteonsness instead of sin;
Sweet to take the linen garments,
All a gift and all from Him.
He is coming as the Bridegroom,
Coming to unfold at last
The great secrets of His purpose,
Mystery of ages past.
And the bride, to her is granted
In His beauty now to shine,
As in rapture she exclaimeth,
"I am His, and He is mine."
O! what joy that marriage union,
Mystery of love divine:
Sweet to sing in all its fullness,
“I am His and He is mine."

A. M. Monteath

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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;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His 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.
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.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the victory’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
If God through Jordan leadeth me.

Joseph H. Gilmore (1834-1918)

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297

Tune B.H.B. No. 77
11.11.11.11.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say, than to you He hath said,
You who to the Saviour for refuge have fled?
Fear not, I am with Thee, O, be not dismayed!
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow,
For I will be with thee, thy trials to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
He will not, He will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake,
He’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

Richard Keen (18th Cent.)

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298

P.M.

I have a Shepherd, One I love so well;
How He has blessed me, tongue can never tell;
On the cross He suffered, shed His blood and died,
That I might ever in His love confide.
Following Jesus ever day by day,
Nothing can harm me when He leads the way;
Darkness or sunshine, whate’er befall,
Jesus, the Shepherd, is my all in all.
Pastures abundant doth His hand provide,
Still waters flowing ever at my side;
Goodness and mercy follow on my track,
With such a Shepherd nothing can I lack.
When I would wander from the path astray,
Then He will draw me back into the way;
In the darkest valley I need fear no ill,
For He my Shepherd, will be with me still.
When labour’s ended and the journey done,
Then He will lead me safely to my home;
There shall I dwell in rapture sure and sweet,
With all the loved ones gathered round His feet.

Leonard Weaver (19th Cent.)

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299

Tune R.S. No. 379

I have a song I love to sing,
Since I have been redeemed,
Of my Redeemer, Saviour, King,
Since I have been redeemed.
Since I have been redeemed,
Since I have been redeemed
I will glory in His name;
Since I have been redeemed
I will glory in my Saviour’s name.
I have a Christ that satisfies,
Since I have been redeemed;
To do His will, my highest prize,
Since I have been redeemed.
I have a witness bright and clear,
Since I have been redeemed;
Dispelling every doubt and fear,
Since I have been redeemed.
I have a joy I can’t express,
Since I have been redeemed;
Through Jesus Christ, God’s righteousness,
Since I have been redeemed.
I have a home prepared for me,
Since I have been redeemed;
Where I shall dwell eternally,
Since I have been redeemed.

Edwin O. Excell (1851-1921)

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300

Tune R.S. No. 413
B.H.B. No. 88

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 inquity’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.

Amelia M. Hull (19th Cent.)

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301

Tune R.S. No.617
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.
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.
I know not how the Spirit moves
Convincing men of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.
I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days
Before His face I see.
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."

Daniel Webster Whittle (1840-1901)

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302

P.M.

I know that my Redeemer liveth
And on the earth again shall stand;
I know eternal life He giveth,
That grace and power are in His hand.
I know I know that Jesus liveth,
And on the earth again shall stand;
I know, I know that life He giveth,
That grace and power are in His hand.
I know His promise never faileth,
The word He speaks, it cannot die;
Though cruel death my flesh assaileth,
Yet I shall see Him by and by.
I know my mansion He prepareth
That where He is, there I may be;
O wondrous thought! for me He careth,
And He at last will come for me.

Jessie Brown Pounds (1861-1921)

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303

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.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow but God gives a song
In the night season and all the day long.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Though sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.

G. A. Young (1903- )

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304

P.M.

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Alfred H. Ackley (1887-1960)

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305

P.M.

I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold,
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or land,
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin’s dread sway.
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.
I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I’d rather be true to His holy name.
He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.

Rhea F. Miller (20th Cent.)

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306

P.M.

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 tenderest 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.

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307

P.M.

I’ve found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see,
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole;
In sorrow He’s my comfort,
In trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He's the fairest of ten thousand to mv soul.
In sorrow He’s my comfort,
In trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He ’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows home;
In temptation He's my strong and mighty tower;
I’ve all for Him forsaken, I’ve all my idols torn
From my heart and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me,
And Satan tempt me sore,
Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal;
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
He’ll never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith, and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear:
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory
I’ll see His blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll;
He’s the Lily of the Valley,
The Bright and Morning Star;
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

Charles W. Fry (1837-82)

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308

Tune B.H.B. No. 103
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 His 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.
The 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 counselor 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.

James G. Small (l8l7-88)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 112

Jesus is coming! sing the glad word!
Coming for those He redeemed by His blood,
Coming to reign as the glorified Lord,
Jesus is coming again!
Jesus is coming, is coming again!
Jesus is coming again!
Shout the glad tidings o’er mountain and plain,
Jesus is coming again!
Jesus is coming! The dead shall arise,
Loved ones shall meet in a joyful surprise,
Caught up together to Him in the skies,
Jesus is coming again!
Jesus is coming His saints to release;
Coming to give to the warring earth peace;
Sinning, and sighing, and sorrow, shall cease;
Jesus is coming again!
Jesus is coming! the promise is true;
Who are the chosen, the faithful, the few,
Waiting and watching, prepared for review?
Jesus is coming again!

Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)

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310

P.M.

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my ruptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river:
Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the Bright and Morning Star
Shed His beams around me.
Near the cross, O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o’er me.
Near the cross, I’ll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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311

P.M.

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Norman J. Clayton (20th Cent.)

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312

Tune B.H.B. No. 119
7.7.7.D.

Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past!
Safe into the haven guide,
O, receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, 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.

Charles Wesley (1708-88)

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313

6.5.6.5.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.
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
Moves the spirit there.
Every joy or trial
Falleth from above,
Traced upon our 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.

Frances R. Havergal (1836-79)

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314

Tune B.H.B. No. 132
8.7.8.7.4.7.

Lord dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us, O refresh us,
Travelling through this wilderness.
Thanks we give and adoration
For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound;
Ever faithful, ever faithful
To the truth may we be found.
So, whene’er the signal’s given
Us from earth to call away.
Upward borne by Thee to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,
We shall ever, we shall ever
Reign with Thee in endless day.

John Fawcett (1740-1817)

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315

Tune R.S No. 439
12.12.12.12.

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.

William R. Featherston (1846-73)

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316

Lord Jesus, Thou who only art
The endless source of purest joy,
O! come and till 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 will 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 Thy 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.

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317

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.

G. Wade Robinson (1838-77)

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Tune B.H.B. No. 152

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.

Margaret L. Carson (1833-1920)

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319

6.6.4.6.6.6.4.

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour 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
Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distress remove;
O, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.

Ray Palmer (1808-87)

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320

My God, I have found the thrice blessed ground,
Where life and where joy and true comfort abound.
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.
He bore on the tree the sentence for me,
And now both the surety and sinner are free.
Accepted I am in the once-offered Lamb;
It was God who Himself had devised the plan.
And though here below, ’mid sorrow and woe,
My place is in heaven with Jesus I know.
And this I shall find, for such is His mind,
He’ll not be in glory and leave me behind.

J. Denham Smith (1817-89)

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321

8.3.8.3.8.8.8.3.

My heart is fixed, eternal God,
Fixed on Thee, Fixed on Thee.
And my immortal choice is made,
Christ for me.
He is the Prophet, Priest and King
Who did for me salvation bring;
And while I’ve breath I mean to sing,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
In Him I see the Godhead shine,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
He is the Majesty Divine,
Christ for me.
The Father’s well-beloved Son,
Co-partner of His royal throne,
Who did for human guilt atone,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
Let others boast of heaps of gold,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
His riches never can be told,
Christ for me.
Your gold will waste and wear away,
Your honours perish in a day;
My portion never can decay,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
In pining sickness or in health,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
In deepest poverty or wealth,
Christ for me,
And in that all-important day,
When I the summons must obey
And rise from this dark world away,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
At home, abroad by night and day,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
Whene’er I preach, or sing, or pray,
Christ for me.
Him first and last, Him all day long,
My hope, my solace, and my song,
Convince me if you think I’m wrong,
Christ for me, Christ for me.

Richard Jukes (1804-67)

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322

B.H.B. No. 158
C.H.F. No. 121 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.
On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
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.
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.
When He shall come with trumpet sound
I know I shall in Him be found,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before His throne.

Edward Mote (1797-1874)

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323

P.M.

My Lord has garments so wondrous fine,
And myrrh their texture fills;
Its fragrance reaches this heart of mine,
With joy my being thrills.
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woe,
Only His great eternal love
Made my Saviour go.
His life had also its sorrow sore,
For aloes had a part;
And when I think of the cross He bore,
My eyes with tear-drops start.
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.
In garments glorious He will come
To open wide the door;
And I shall enter my heavenly home,
To dwell for evermore.

Henry Barraclough (19th Cent.)

324

8.7.4.

My Redeemer, O what beauties,
In that lovely name appear;
None but Jesus in His glories
Shall the honoured title wear.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Thou hast my salvation wrought.
Sunk in ruin, sin, and misery,
Bound by Satan’s captive chain,
Guided by his artful treachery,
Hurrying on to endless pain,
My Redeemer, 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, my Redeemer,
O, 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, my Redeemer,
Then shall hear me shout His praise.

325

P.M.

My soul in sad exile was out on life’s sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice saying, "Make Me your choice”;
And I entered the haven of rest.
I ’ve anchored my soul in the haven of rest,
I ’ll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep 0’er the wild stormy deep,
In Jesus I’m safe evermore.
I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
And faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;
The haven of rest is my Lord.
The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
Has been the old story so blest,
Of Jesus, who’ll save whosoever will have
A home in the haven of rest.
How precious the thought that we all may recline,
Like John, the beloved and blest;
On Jesus’ strong arms, where no tempest can harm,
Secure in the haven of rest.
O come to the Saviour! He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come, anchor your soul in the haven of rest,
And say, “My Beloved is mine."

Henry L. Gilmour (1837-1920)

326

Tune S.S. No. 46
7.6.7.6.7.6. and chorus

My soul is now united
To Christ the living vine,
His grace I long have slighted,
But now I know Him mine.
I was to God a stranger,
Till Jesus took me in;
He freed my soul from danger,
And pardoned all my sin.
You shall give Him glory,
And I will give Him. glory,
We all shall give Him glory,
For glory is His due.
Soon as my all I ventured
On the atoning blood,
The Holy Spirit entered
And I was born of God.
Now Christ is my salvation,
What can I covet more!
I fear no condemnation,
Jehovah’s wrath is o’er.
By floods and flames surrounded,
I now my way pursue;
Nor shall I be confounded
With Jesus in my view.
I have a heavenly pleasure,
And do not fear a frown,
Christ is my joy and treasure,
My glory and my crown.
Christians, be not faint-hearted,
Though least among the flock;
From Christ you’ll ne’er be parted,
When built upon the Rock.
Let’s mend our pace to glory,
We soon shall meet above,
And tell the pleasing story
Of His redeeming love.

Hugh Bourne (1772-1852)

327

S.M.

My times. are in Thy hand;
My God, I wish them there;
My life, my soul, my all, I leave
Entirely to Thy care.
My times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be;
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
My times are in Thy hand,
Why should I doubt or fear?
A Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, the Crucified!
The hand my many sins have pierced
Is now my guard and guide.
My times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, my Advocate!
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain
For me to supplicate.

William F. Lloyd (1791-1853)

328

Tune C.H.F. No. 408
L.M. and chorus

O child of God, there is for thee
A hope that shines amid the gloom,
A gladsome hope that thou shalt see
Thy Lord, for He will surely come.
He’ll come, yes, He’ll come and tarry not,
He’ll come, yes, He’ll come and tarry not,
He’ll come, He’ll come,
He`ll come and terry not.
When in this world His hands had made,
No room was found for Jesus then;
The mountain-side was oft His bed,
Now glorified, He comes again.
Exalted now to heaven’s throne,
The Saviour there of sinful men,
His loving heart yearns o’er His own
And for them He will come again.
O, child of God, thy lot may be
Oft mixed with trial, grief and pain;
Look up! He’ll surely come for thee,
He says “I quickly come again."
Then joy unmingled will be thine,
Earth’s tears and trials all forgot;
So cheer thy heart, no more repine,
His word is sure "He’ll tarry not."

T. D. W. Muir (1855-1931)

329

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, dear Lord, by Thee;
Power to glory in the cross
Thou didst endure for me.
Power to feel Thy love
And all its depths to know,
Power to fix the heart above,
And die to all below.
Power to keep the eye
For ever fixed on Thee;
Power to lift the warning cry
To souls from wrath to flee.
Power lost souls to win
From Satan’s mighty hold;
Power the wanderers to bring
Back to the heavenly fold.
Power to watch and pray,
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
Power to hail the happy day,
Destined to bear me home!
Lord Jesus, then to me
Power divine impart,
To swell redemptions song to Thee,
For worthy, Lord, Thou art.

C. Russell Hurditch (1839-1908)

330

Tune B.H.B. No. 189
L.M.

Oh happy day! when first we felt
Our souls with deep contrition melt,
And saw our sins of crimson guilt,
All cleansed by blood on Calvary spilt.
Oh happy day! when first Thy love
Began our grateful hearts to move;
And gazing on Thy wondrous Cross,
We saw all else as worthless dross.
Oh happy day! when we no more
Shall grieve Thee whom our souls adore,
When sorrows, conflicts, fears shall cease,
And all our trials end in peace.
Oh happy day! when we shall see
And fix our longing eyes on Thee,
On Thee, our Light, our Life, our Love,
Our All below, our Heaven above.
Oh happy day of cloudless light!
Eternal day without a night;
Lord, when shall we its dawning see,
And spend it all in praising Thee?

James G. Deck (1807-84)

331

8.4.8.4 8.8.8.4.

One there is above all others,
O, how He loves!
His is love beyond a brother’s
O, how He loves!
Earthly friends may fail and 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!

Marianne Nunn (1778-1847)

332

B.H.B. No. 223

Our Lord is now rejected
And by the world disowned,
By the many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned.
But soon He’ll come in glory,
The hour is drawing nigh,
For the crowning day is coming by and by.
O, the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by,
When our Lord shall come in power:
And glory from on high;
O, the glorious sight will gladden
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.
The heavens shall glow with splendour
But brighter far than they,
The saints shall shine in glory
As Christ shall them array.
The beauty of the Saviour
Shall dazzle every eye.
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.
Our pain shall then be over,
We’ll sin and sigh no more,
Behind us all our sorrow
And nought but joy before;
A joy in our Redeemer,
As we to Him are nigh.
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.
Let all who look for, hasten
The coming joyful day
By earnest consecration
To walk the narrow way;
By gathering in the lost ones
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)

333

8.7.4.

Praise the Lord and leave tomorrow
In thy loving Father’s hands;
Burden not thyself with sorrow,
For secure the promise stands:
He is faithful! He is faithful!
Leave thy troubles in His hands.
Trust today and leave tomorrow,
Each day has enough of care;
Therefore, whatsoe’er thy burden,
God will give thee strength to bear.
He is faithful! He is faithful!
Cast on Him thine every care.
Pray today and let tomorrow
Bring with it whate’er it may;
Hear thy loving Father promise
Strength according to thy day.
He is faithful! He is faithful!
Trust Him, therefore, come what may.
Watch today, and leave tomorrow,
For tomorrow may not come;
For today thy loving Saviour
May appear to take thee home.
He is faithful! He is faithful!
Look for Him, the coming One.
Work today, and leave tomorrow;
All around there’s urgent need;
All around there’s sin and sorrow;
Broadcast daily, sow thy seed.
God is faithful! God is faithful!
He shall bless thy work indeed.
Thus by trusting, watching, praying,
Each day, as our time rolls on,
We shall had the promised blessing,
Daily strength till Jesus come.
He is faithful! He is faithful!
He will come to take us home.

Wiliam G. Sloan (1838-1914)

334

Tune C.H.F. No. 149
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 for ever, I am.
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.
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.
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.
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.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

335

Tune C.H.F. No. 356
11.11.8.3.

Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus, I am blest,
Peace which passeth understanding on Thy breast,
No more doubting, no more trembling,
No more trembling, O, what rest.
Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus, in Thy grace,
All Thy ways and thoughts about me, only trace
Deeper stories of the glories,
Of the glories, of Thy grace.
Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus, I would be
Finding joy and satisfaction all in Thee.
Thou the nearest and the dearest,
And the dearest, unto me.
Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus, in the air,
When Thy saints shall rise with joy to meet Thee there.
O what gladness, No more sadness!
No more sadness, sin nor care.
When Thy blood-bought church, Lord Jesus, is complete;
When each soul is safely landed. at Thy feet;
What a story, in the glory,
In the glory, she’ll repeat!
O to praise Thee there, Lord Jesus, evermore!
O to grieve and wander from Thee nevermore!
Earth’s sad story closed in glory,
Closed in glory, on yon shore!

Henry Bennett (1813-68)

336

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy fold prepare.
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are;
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.
We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray.
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Hear, O hear us when we pray;
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Hear, O hear us when we pray.
Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse and power to free.
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Early let us turn to Thee;
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Early let us turn to Thee.
Early let us seek Thy favour,
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Saviour,
With Thy love our bosoms fill.
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Thou hast loved us, love us still;
Blessed Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Dorothy A. Thrupp (1779-1847)

337

P.M.

Saviour, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to Thee;
Let Thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near Thy side.
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.
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.

Fanny J.Crosby (1820-1915)

338

6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.

Saviour, Thy dying love Thou gavest me,
Nor should I aught withhold, My Lord, from Thee;
In love my soul would bow,
My heart fulfill its vow,
Some offering bring Thee now,
Something for Thee.
At the blest mercy-seat pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up, Saviour, 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.

Sylvanus D. Phelps (1816-95)

339

7.7.7.7.D.

Simply trusting eyery day,
Trusting through a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
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.
Brightly doth His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine.
While He leads I cannot fall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Singing, if my way is clear,
Praying, if the path be drear;
If in danger, for Him call,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Trusting Him while life shall last,
Trusting Him till earth is past,
Till within the jasper wall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Edgar P. Stites (1836-1921)

340

Tune No. 414
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!
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story — saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story — saved by grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon ’twill be;
But this I know — my All-in-All
Has now a place in heaven for me.
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted west,
My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
And I shall enter into rest.
Some day - till then I’ll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
And when my Saviour opes the gate,
I’ll rise with joy and take my flight.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

341

P.M.

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.
Standing, standing,
Standing on the promises of God, my Saviour;
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.
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.
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.
Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call,
Resting in my Saviour as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

R. Kelso Carter (1849-1928)

342

7.6.7.6.D.

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark has been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
O! I am my Beloved’s,
And my Beloved is mine;
He brings a poor vile sinner,
Into His house of wine.
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
O, Christ He is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love;
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above;
There to an ocean’s fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel`s land.
The bride eyes not her garment
But her dear bridegrooms face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on the King of Grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

Anne R. Cousin (1824-1906)

343

Tune B.H.B. No. 286
8.8.8.6.

The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Though clad in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father hath embraced His child
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
It is the Father’s joy to bless,
His love provides for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Now shall my famished soul be fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children’s bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
He puts me in the children’s place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
I cannot half His love express,
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess,
This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
And when I in Thy likeness shine,
The glory and the praise be Thine,
That everlasting joy is mine,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Mary J. Walker (1816-78)

344

Tune R.S. No. 378
8.8.8.7. and chorus

There comes to my heart one sweet strain,
A glad and a joyous refrain,
I sing it again and again,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.
Peace, peace, sweet peace,
Wonderful gift from above;
O, wonderful, wonderful peace,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.
Through Christ on the cross peace was made,
My debt by His death was all paid,
No other foundation is laid
For peace, the gift of God’s love
When Jesus as Lord I had crowned,
My heart with His peace did abound;
In Him a rich blessing I found,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.
In Jesus at peace I abide,
And while I keep close to His side,
There’s nothing but peace can betide,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.

Peter P. Bilhorn (1861-1936)

345

P.M.

There have been names that I have loved to hear,
But never has there been a name so dear
To this heart of mine, as the name divine,
The precious, precious name of Jesus.
Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
And He’s just the same as His lovely name,
And that's the reason why I love Him so;
For Jesus is the sweetest name I know
There is no name in earth or heaven above,
That we should give such honour and such love
As the blessed name, let us all acclaim,
That wondrous, glorious name of Jesus.
And some day I shall see Him face to face
To thank and praise Him for His wondrous grace,
Which He gave to me, when He made me free,
The blessed Son of God called Jesus.

Lela B. Long (20th Cent.)

346

P.M.

There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night
And pleasures banish pain.
We’re feeding on the living Bread,
We’re drinking at the fountain head
And whoso drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never; never thirst again!
What! never thirst again?
No, never thirst again!
What! never thirst again?
No, never thirst again!
And whoso drinketh, Jesus said,
Shall never; never thirst again!
There, everlasting spring abides
And never withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.
O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!
Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And then we shall with Jesus reign
And never; never part again!
What! never part again?
No, never part again!
What! never part again?
No, never part again!
And then we shall with Jesus reign
And never; never part a gain!

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

347

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.
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 0f rest.
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.

Sanford E Bennett (1836-98)

348

Tune B.H.B. No. 298
8.8.8.8.

This world is a wilderness wide,
I have nothing to seek or to choose;
I’ve no thought in the waste to abide,
I have nought to regret nor to lose.
The path where my Saviour is gone
Has led up to His Father and God,
To the place where He’s now on the throne
And His strength shall be mine on the road.
With Him shall my rest be on high,
When in holiness bright I sit down
In the joy of His love ever nigh,
In the peace that His presence shall crown.
’Tis the treasure I’ve found in His love
That has made me a pilgrim below;
And ’tis there, when I reach Him above,
As I’m known, all His fullness I’ll know.
And Saviour, ’tis Thou from on high
I await till the time Thou shalt come,
To take him Thou hast led by Thine eye
To Thyself in Thy heavenly home.
Till then ’tis the path Thou hast trod,
My delight and my comfort shall be;
I’m content with Thy staff and Thy rod
Till with Thee all Thy glory I see.

John Nelson Darby (1800-82)

349

Until I heard of Jesus’ love,
A sinner, Lord, was I;
I had no thought of things above,
I was afraid to die.
I now believe, I do believe,
That Jesus died for me,
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
But when I saw Thee on the cross,
All wounded there for me,
My very heart I thought would break,
I felt I must love Thee.
My eyes were filled with burning tears,
For pardon then I cried
But Jesus quickly quelled my fears;
He said, "For thee I died."
I know that God, for Jesus’ sake,
My sin has washed away;
Now should I die, in heaven I’ll wake,
And sing through endless day!

350

P.M.

We’ll all gather home in the morning,
On the banks of the bright jasper sea,
We’ll meet the redeemed and the faithful,
What a gathering that will be!
What a gathering, gathering,
Gathering that will be!
What a gathering, gathering,
What a gathering that will be!
We’ll all gather home in the morning,
At the sound of the great Jubilee;
We’ll all gather home in the morning,
What a gathering that will be!
We’ll all gather home in the morning,
Our blessed Redeemer to see!
We’ll meet with the friends gone before us,
What a gathering that will be!
We’ll all gather home in the morning
To sing of redemption so free;
We'll praise Him for grace so abounding,
What a gathering that will be!

351

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!
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms,
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
O, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
O, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms!
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)

352

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 Saviour, still our refuge:
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Do thy friends despise forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Blessed Jesus, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory, bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer;
Rapture, praise and endless worship
Shall be our sweet portion there.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
Joseph M. Scriven (1819-1886)

353

Time R.S. No. 366
10.10.10.10. and chorus

When all my labours and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
O, that will be glory for me,
Glory for me! Glory for me!
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me!
When by the gift of His infinite grace
I am accorded in heaven a place.
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet, just a smile from my Saviour, I know,
Will through the ages be glory for me.

Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

354

Tune R.S. No. 364

When my life’s work is ended
And I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer
When I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.
I shall know Him, I shall know Him.
As redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nail in His hand.
O, the soul-thrilling rapture,
When I view His blessed face
And the lustre of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him
For the mercy, love and grace,
That prepares for me a mansion in the sky.
O, the dear ones in glory,
How they wait for me to come,
And our paning at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden.
They will sing my welcome home,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.
Through the gates to the city,
In a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages
I shall mingle with delight,
But I long to meet my Saviour first of all.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

355

Tune B.H.B. No. 356
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 waters noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice:
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.
Chosen not for good in me;
Wakened up from wrath to flee;
Hidden in the Saviour’s side.
By the Spirit sanctified;
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

R. Murray McCheyne (1813-43)

356

Tune R.S. No. 5
11.11.11.11. and chorus

When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly
And you will be singing as the days go by.
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings, money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.
So amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all,
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to journey’s end.

Johnson Oatman Jr. (1856-1926)

357

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Thoro Harris (1874-1956)

358

Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely,
And long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion,
My constant friend is He;
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I’m free
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness,
I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth.
But one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him,
From care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

Civilla D. Martin (1869-1948)

359

All the way my Saviour leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.
All the way my Saviour leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo, a spring of joy I see!
All the way my Saviour leads me;
O, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed, immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song through endless ages,
Jesus led me all the way!

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

360

All to Jesus, I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.
I surrender all, I surrender all,
All to Thee, my blessed Saviour
I surrender all.
All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow;
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me, Jesus, take me now.
All to Jesus, I surrender,
Make me, Saviour, wholly Thine;
May the Holy Spirit fill me,
May I know Thy power divine.
All to Jesus, I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing fall on me.

J. W. Van De Venter (l855-l939)

361

Tune B.H.B. No. 13
7.6.7.6.D.

Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus,
Thine empty grave, we stand,
With hearts all full of praises,
To keep Thy blest command;
By faith, our souls rejoicing,
To trace Thy path of love
Through death’s dark, angry billows,
Up to the throne above.
Lord Jesus, we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, in Thy love’s deep pity
The waves did o’er Thee roll.
Baptized in death’s cold waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us Thou, Lord of Glory,
Wast numbered with the dead.
O, Lord, Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o’er!
For sin Thou once hast suffered,
Thou liv’st to die no more;
Sin, death, and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the Church’s Head;
And lo! we share Thy triumphs,
Thou First-born from the dead.
Into Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen
And in Thee glorified:
From sin, the world, and Satan,
We’re ransomed by Thy blood,
And now would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.

James G. Deck (1807-84)

362

8.7.8.7.

Buried in the grave of Jesus,
We believe what God has said;
Faith His judgment acquiescing,
Reckons now that we are dead.
Death and judgment are behind us,
Grace and glory are before,
All the billows rolled o’er Jesus
There exhausted all their power.
First-fruits of the resurrection,
He is risen from the tomb;
Now we stand in new creation,
Free, because beyond our doom.
Jesus died and we died with Him,
Buried in His grave we lie,
One with Christ in resurrection,
Seated now in Him on high.
We await the full redemption
When the risen One shall come
And our mortal body changed,
Shall be fashioned like His own.
Lord, we share in Thy rejection,
Thy reproach, O, may we love;
Here we stand in Thine acceptance
In the Father’s sight above.

Janetta W. Trench (1843-1925)

363

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.
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.
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.
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.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

364

P.M.

I’m not ashamed to own my Lord
Or to defend His cause;
Maintain the honour of His Word,
The glory of His cross.
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 l am happy all the day.
Jesus, my Lord! I know His name,
His name is all my trust,
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
Firm as His throne His promise stands,
And He can well secure
What I’ve committed to His hands,
’Till the decisive hour.
Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father’s face;
And, in the new Jerusalem,
Appoint my soul a place.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

365

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 unblessed good is ill,
And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will.

Frederick W. Faber (1814-63)

366

Tune B.H.B. No. 340
C.H.F. No. 527 L.M.

Is it Thy will that I should be
Buried in symbol, Lord, with Thee?
Owning Thee by this solemn sign,
Telling the world that I am Thine.
Gladly I yield obedience now;
In all things to Thy will I’d bow;
I’ll follow where my Saviour led
And humbly in His footsteps tread.
This emblematic, watery grave
Shows forth His love, who came to save
And as I enter it, I see
The price my Saviour paid for me.
Forth from Thy burial, Lord, I come,
For Thou hast triumphed o’er the tomb;
Thy resurrection life I share,
My portion is no longer here.
O may I count myself to be
Dead to the sins that wounded Thee,
Dead to the pleasures of this earth,
Unworthy of my heavenly birth.
Lord Jesus, when I gaze on Thee
And all Thy radiant glory see,
That joy will far exceed the shame
I bear on earth for Thy loved Name.

367

7.6.7.6.D.

O Jesus, I have promised
To serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou for ever 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 reassure me,
To hasten or control;
O speak, and make me listen,
Thou guardian of my soul!
O Jesus, Thou hast promised
To all who follow Thee,
That where Thou art in glory
There shall Thy servant be;
And, Jesus, I have promised
To serve Thee to the end;
O give me grace to follow,
My Master and my friend!
O let me see Thy footmarks,
And in them plant mine own;
My hope to follow duly
Is in Thy strength alone.
O, guide me, call me, draw me,
Uphold me to the end;
And then in heaven receive me,
My Saviour and my friend!

John E. Bode (1816-1874)

368

7.7.7.7.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
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 moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.

Frances R. Havergal (1836-79)

369

Tune B.H.B. No. 259
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.
O, the height and depth of mercy!
O, the length and breadth of love!
O, the fullness of redemption,
Pledge of endless life above!
Take the world, but give me Jesus,
Sweetest comfort of my soul;
With my Saviour watching oÂ’er me,
I can sing though billows roll.
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.
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.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

370

We bless the name of Christ the Lord,
We bless Him for His holy Word,
Who loved to do His Father’s will
And all His righteousness fulfill.
We follow Him with pure delight
To sanctify His sacred rite,
And thus our faith with water seal
To prove obedience that we feel.
Baptized in God the Father, Son
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
With conscience free we rest in God,
In love and peace, through Jesus blood.
By grace we "Abba Father" cry,
By grace the Comforter comes nigh;
And for Thy grace our love shall be
For ever, only, Lord for Thee.

371

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.
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.
Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss,
Not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we mist and obey.
But we never can prove
The delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favour He shows
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.

John H. Sammis (1846-1919)

372

P.M.

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His Name?
In the Name, the precious Name,
Of Him who died for me,
By grace I’ll win the promised crown,
Whate’er my cross may be.
Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize
And sailed through raging seas?
Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
Since I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.
Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they’re slain,
They view the triumph from afar,
And shall with Jesus reign.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

373

Tune R.S. No. 317
11.11.11.7.

Blessed is the service of our Lord and King,
Precious are the jewels we may help to bring;
Down the passing ages words of counsel ring,
He that winneth souls is wise.
He that winneth souls is wise
In the home beyond the skies,
There’s a crown of glory,
O, the wondrous prize,
He that winneth souls is wise.
In the quiet home-life, showing love’s bright ray,
More and more like Jesus living every day,
We may guide a dear one to the heavenward way,
He that winneth souls is wise.
Out upon the highway, going forth with prayer,
For the lost and straying, seeking everywhere,
Close beside the Shepherd, we His joy may share,
He that winneth souls is wise.
Sow beside all waters, sow the Gospel seed,
Here a word in season, there a loving deed;
Sinners to the Saviour be it ours to lead,
He that winneth souls is wise.

Emily E. Hewitt

374

8.7.

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy
From His lighthouse evermore;
But to us He gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning,
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman,
You may rescue, you may save
Dark the night of sin has settled
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother
Some poor seaman, tempest—tossed,
Trying now to make the harbour,
In the darkness may be lost.
With the Saviour as your pilot,
You have conquered wind and wave;
Let His brightness shining through you,
Be a beacon light to save.

P. P. Bliss (1838-1876)

375

Call them in! the poor, the wretched,
Sin—stained wanderers from the fold!
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth with gold?
Call them in! the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus,
He is waiting, call them in!
Call them in! the Jew, the Gentile,
Bid the strangers to the feast;
Call them in! — the rich, the noble,
From the highest to the least.
Forth the Father runs to meet them,
He hath all their sorrows seen;
Robe and ring, and royal sandals,
Wait the lost ones, call them in!
Call them in! the mere professors,
Slumbering, sleeping on hell’s brink;
Nought of life are they possessors,
Yet of safety vainly think;
Bring them in! the careless scoffers,
Pleasure-seekers of the earth;
Tell of God’s most gracious offers,
And of Jesus’ priceless worth.
Call them in! the broken hearted,
Cowering ’neath the brand of shame;
Speak Iove’s message low and tender,
’Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See! the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day—dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming, call them in!

Anna Shipton (1815-1901)

376

Tune B.H.B. No. 35

Christians, go and tell of Jesus,
How He died to save our souls;
How that He from sin might free us,
Suffered agonies untold.
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.
Tell them of the joys of heaven,
Purchased by the Saviour’s blood,
How, that they might be forgiven,
Jesus left His home above.
Tell them how He hath ascended
To prepare a home on high,
Where all sorrows shall be ended,
Where the saved shall never die.

Edward P. Hammond (1831-19l0)

377

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?
"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 chain 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!"

James McGranahan (1840-1907)

378

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 heard the Saviour’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!

Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

379

Hark the voice of Jesus crying,
"Who will go and work today?
Fields are white and harvest waiting,
Who will bear the sheaves away?"
Loud and strong the Master calleth,
Rich reward He offers thee,
Who will answer, gladly saying,
"Here am I, send me, send me.”
If you cannot cross the ocean
And the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer,
You can help them at your door.
If you cannot give your thousands,
You can give the widow’s mite
And the least you do for Jesus
Will be precious in His sight.
Let none hear you idly saying,
"There is nothing I can do,"
While the souls of men are dying
And the Master calls for you.
Take the task He gives you gladly,
Let His work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when He calleth,
"Here am I; send me, send me."

Daniel March (1816-1909)

380

P.M.

Hark! ’tis the Shepherd’s voice I hear,
Out in the desert dark and drear,
Calling the sheep who’ve gone astray,
Far from the Shepherd’s fold away.
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring them in from the fields of sin;
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring the wandering ones to Jesus.
Who’ll go and help this Shepherd kind,
Help Him the wandering ones to find?
Who’ll bring the lost ones to the fold,
Where they’ll be sheltered from the cold?
Out in the desert hear their cry,
Out on the mountain wild and high,
Hark! ’tis the Master speaks to thee:
"Go, find My sheep where’er they be."

Alexcenah Thomas

381

6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.

Hark! ’tis the watchman’s cry,
Wake, brethren, wake!
Jesus, our Lord is nigh,
Wake, brethren, wake!
Sleep is for sons of night,
Ye are children of the light,
Yours is the glory bright!
Wake, brethren, wake!
Call to each waking band,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Clear is our Lord’s command,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Be ye as men that wait
Always at the Master’s gate,
E’en though the hour seem late!
Watch, brethren, watch!
Hear we the Shepherd’s voice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would ye His heart rejoice?
Pray, brethren, pray!
Sin calls for constant fear,
Weakness needs the strong One near,
Long as ye struggle here!
Pray, brethren, pray!
Heed we the steward’s call,
Work, brethren, work!
There’s room enough for all!
Work, brethren, work!
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labour doth afford,
Yours is a sure reward!
Work, brethren, work!
Now sound the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise!
Thrice holy is our Lord,
Praise, brethren, praise!
What more befits the tongues
Soon to lead the eternal songs,
While heaven the note prolongs,
Praise, brethren, praise!

Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608)

382

P.M.

How many sheep are straying,
Lost from the Saviour’s fold;
Upon the lonely mountains
They shiver with the cold;
Within the tangled thickets
Where poison vines do creep,
And over rocky ledges
Wander the poor lost sheep.
O come let us go and find them,
In the paths of death they roam.
At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say,
"I have brought some lost one home."
O who will seek to find them?
Who for the Saviour’s sake
Will search with tireless patience
Through brier and through brake?
Unheeding thirst and hunger,
Who still from day to day
Will seek as for a treasure,
The sheep that went astray?
Say will you seek to find them?
From pleasant bowers of ease
Will you go forth determined
To find the least of these?
For still the Saviour calls them,
And looks across the Wold;
And still He holds wide open
The door into His fold.
How sweet ’twould be at evening
lf you and I could say,
"Good Shepherd we’ve been seeking
The sheep that went astray;
Heart-sore and faint with hunger.
We heard them making moan,
And lo! with joy returning,
We bear them safely home."

E. M. H. Gates

383

7.6.7.6.D.

How sweet to work for Jesus!
How sweet as days go by,
To toil for Him, Who died for sin,
Our Master now on high.
Yes, work for Him is blessed,
More blest than tongue can tell;
We work and wait outside the gate,
Inside by faith we dwell.
How sweet to work for Jesus!
And now, at close of day,
Our songs of praise to Him we raise,
Who leads us on life’s way.
We lift our eyes to heaven,
And See the glory shine
And now, tonight in Him delight
And say, "My Lord is mine?
How sweet to work for Jesus!
And each day nearer home,
To tell the love that beams above,
Until the Lord shall come.
To preach and sing of Jesus,
To pray for those in sin,
Until at last, the desert past,
We shall be home with Him.
How sweet to work for Jesus!
O, keep us close to Thee,
Until our feet rest on the street
Where faith’s fair mansions be.
Until our eyes are gazing
Upon our Saviour’s brow;
Till then we wait, outside the gate,
And work for Jesus now.

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I have only one life on this earth
And as vapour, ’tis passing away,
I must labour for treasures of worth
E’er toil ends at the end of the day.
Only one life to give,
I must never withhold it from God,
Only one life to live,
I must not miss the "well done" from God,
Only one life and white is the field,
With compassion this great need I view,
This one life that I have I will yield
And the little I can I will do.
This one life that I have I may lose
And in losing a hundredfold gain,
Then my all on the altar I’ll choose
And be broken, God’s best to obtain.
One poor life, small the offering at best,
Yet the world and the flesh often call,
This my answer must be to each test,
I’ll not serve God with less than my all.

385

L.M.

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Doth its successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises 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 lose 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!

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

386

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 wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessed face I see;
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.

Frances R. Havergal (1836-79)

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8.7.8.5.

May the mind of Christ, my Saviour
Live in me from day to day,
By His love and power controlling
All I do and say.
May the Word of God dwell richly
In my heart from hour to hour,
So that all may see I triumph
Only through His power.
May the peace of God my Father
Rule my life in everything,
That I may be calm to comfort
Sick and sorrowing.
May the love of Jesus fill me
As the waters fill the sea;
Him exalting, self abasing,
This is victory.
May I run the race before me,
Strong and brave to face the foe,
Looking only unto Jesus
As I onward go.
May His beauty rest upon me
As I seek the lost to win,
And may they forget the channel,
Seeing only Him.

Kate B. Wilkinson (1859-1928)

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Must I go, and empty-handed?
Thus my blest Redeemer meet?
Not one day of service give Him,
Lay no trophy at His feet?
Must I go and empty-handed?
Must I meet my Saviour so?
Not one soul with which to greet Him?
Must I empty-handed go?
Not at death I shrink or falter,
For my Saviour saves me now;
But to meet Him empty-handed!
Thought of that now clouds my brow.
O the years of sinning wasted,
Could I but recall them now,
I would give them to my Saviour;
To His will I’d gladly bow.
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.

Charles C. Luther (1847-1924)

389

C.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.
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.
See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.
He speaks and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.

Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

390

P.M.

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Ira B. Wilson (1880-1950)

391

P.M.

Over the mountains so bleak and so cold,
Far from the beautiful city of gold,
Lost ones are straying because you and I
Never have told them a Saviour stood nigh.
O won’t somebody tell them?
Tell them of Calvary’s tree;
Tell them the story of Jesus,
What a great Saviour is He!
Lost ones are groping in sin’s awful night,
Falling and dying away from the right;
Many the message of Christ never heard,
Lost ones for whom no one ever has cared.
Speed with the message, O speed in His name!
Hasten the story of Christ to proclaim!
Hasten to bring back the fallen and lost!
Speed with the message, whatever the cost!

W. C. Poole

392

P.M.

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring ones, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.
Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent soul to receive.
Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
He will forgive if they only believe.
Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide;
On to the narrow way patiently win them;
Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.

Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

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