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Tune R.S. No. 118
C.H.F. No. 37 ""
  1. A ruler once came to Jesus by night,
    To ask Him the way of salvation and light:
    The Master made answer in words true and plain:
    "Ye must be born again!"
    "Ye must be born again!"
    "Ye must be born again!"
    I verily, verily say unto thee,
    "Ye must be born again!"
  2. Ye children of men, attend to the word
    So solemnly uttered by Jesus the Lord;
    And let not this message to you be in vain,
    "Ye must be born again!"
  3. O ye who would enter this glorious rest,
    And sing with the ransomed the song of the blest;
    The life everlasting if you would obtain,
    "Ye must be born again!"
William T. Sleeper (19th Cent.)
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Tune S.S. No.539
  1. A sinner bound for eternity
    Needs a shelter in the time of storm,
    And Jesus says, “Come unto Me,
    I'm a shelter in the time of storm."
    O! Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
    A weary land, a weary land;
    O! Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
    A shelter in the time storm.
  2. He died on the cross to purchase thee,
    A shelter in the time of storm;
    He lives again and offers free
    A shelter in the time of storm.
  3. A harbour of safety He offers thee,
    A shelter in the time of storm;
    O, wilt thou now to the Refuge flee
    He's a shelter in the time of storm.
  4. Off a rock-bound coast and fast asleep,
    Beware of the time of storm;
    When thousands will wake to wail and weep,
    Unsheltered in the time of storm.
  5. O! trifle not with this day of grace;
    He's a shelter in the time of storm,
    For vengeance soon will take its place;
    He's a shelter in the time of storm.
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Tune C.H.F. No. 210
  1. Again the blessed Gospel I have heard,
    That Word divine and true,
    And God again has spoken to my soul;
    O now, what shall I do
    I come, I come,
    I come to Thee, My God,
    I do Thy love believe,
    I do accept Thy gift of life and peace,
    I do Thy Son receive.
  2. My wayward heart has wandered far from Thee
    And known no rest or home,
    No present peace, no hope of joy beyond,
    But now to Thee I come.
  3. No works of mine, no merit can I bring,
    No holiness within,
    I only trust the precious blood of Christ;
    It cleanses from all sin.
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Tune R.S. No. 301
  1. Ah! Many years my burdened heart
    Had sighed and longed to know
    The virtues of the Saviour's blood,
    That washes white as snow.
    There's power in Jesus' blood,
    There's power in Jesus' blood,
    There's power in Jesus' cleansing blood
    That washes white us snow.
  2. I heard the saints in rapture tell,
    How much a soul may know,
    Of Jesus' precious cleansing blood,
    That washes white as snow.
  3. I came to Jesus sick and vile,
    That I His grace might know:
    And trusting in His precious blood,
    It washed me white as snow.
  4. He cast on me a look of love,
    Such as no words can show,
    I knew within my weary heart
    He washed me white as snow.
  5. O, tell to every saint you meet,
    To sinners high and low:
    That trusting in the Saviour's blood,
    It washes white as snow.
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  1. All things are ready — Come!
    Come to the supper spread;
    Come, rich and poor;
    Come, old and young,
    Come, and be richly fed.
    I am coming, Lord,
    Coming now to Thee;
    Trusting in Thy precious blood
    That flowed on Calvary.
  2. All things are ready — Come!
    The invitation's given,
    Through Him who now in glory sits
    At God's right hand in heaven.
  3. All things are ready — Come!
    The door is open wide;
    O, feast upon the love of God!
    For Christ, His Son, has died.
  4. All things are ready — Come!
    All hindrance is removed;
    And God, in Christ, His precious love
    To sinful man has proved!
  5. All things are ready — Come!
    Tomorrow may not be;
    O sinner, come, the Saviour waits
    This hour to welcome thee.
Albert Midlane (1825-1909)
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Tune R.S. No. 25l
  1. "Almost persuaded" now to believe;
    "Almost persuaded" Christ to receive.
    Seems now some soul to say
    "Go, Spirit, go Thy way,
    Some more convenient day
    "On Thee I'll call"
  2. "Almost persuaded" come, come, today!
    "Almost persuaded" turn not away.
    Jesus invites you here.
    Angels are lingering near,
    Prayers rise from hearts so dear,
    O wanderer, come!
  3. "Almost persuaded," harvest is past.
    "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last.
    "Almost" cannot avail,
    "Almost" is but to fail,
    Sad, sad that bitter wail,
    "Almost," but lost.
P.P. Bliss (1838-76)
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  1. 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
  2. '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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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,
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. More marred than any man's,
    The Saviour's visage See;
    Was ever sorrow like to His,
    Endured on Calvary
  3. Gaze on His thorn-wreathed brow,
    Behold the crimson tide
    Flow from His head, His hands, His feet,
    And from His pierced, side.
  4. O, hear that startling cry!
    What can its meaning be:
    "My God, my God, O, why hast Thou
    In wrath forsaken Me"
  5. O, 'twas because our sins
    On Him by God were laid;
    He, who Himself had never sinned,
    For sinners, sin was made.
  6. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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."
  5. "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.
  6. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. No longer far from Him, but now,
    By precious blood made nigh;
    Accepted in the Well-beloved,
    Near to God's heart we lie.
  3. What we in glory soon shall be,
    It doth not yet appear;
    But when our precious Lord we see,
    We shall His image bear.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. Perfect submission, perfect delight,
    Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
    Angels descending bring from above,
    Echoes of mercy, whispers of love;
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. Calvary's cross, no other token
    Will or can Jehovah give;
    Hanging there, of Christ 'tis spoken,
    “Look to Him and, looking, live."
  3. Calvary's cross, 'tis God's one answer,
    Tears nor groans can e'er avail,
    All who on its fullness venture,
    Must eternally prevail.
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. I praise Him for the cleansing blood,
    What a wonderful Saviour,
    That reconciled my soul to God,
    What a wonderful Saviour.
  3. He cleansed me from my guilt and sin,
    What a wonderful Saviour,
    And now He rules and reigns within,
    What a wonderful Saviour.
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. Just as I was He received me,
    Seeking from judgment to flee.
    Now there is no condemnation,
    Christ is the Saviour for me.
  3. Now I can say I am pardoned,
    Happy and justified, free,
    Saved by my blessed Redeemer,
    Christ is the Saviour for me.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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,
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. For Jesus shed His precious blood,
    Rich blessings to bestow:
    It brings the sinner nigh to God
    And washes white as snow.
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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
  1. “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."
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. "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!
  2. "Come, heavy-laden, toiling — all!"
    The loving Saviour cried,
    O! He will give the weary rest:
    For such alone He died.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. O, joyous hour when God to me
    His Son revealed on Calvary!
    My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound;
    I sang upon redemption ground.
  4. No works of merit now I plead,
    But Jesus take for all my need;
    No righteousness in me is found,
    Except upon redemption ground.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Our sins had filled a bitter cup,
    Which we could never drain,
    In love the Saviour drank it up,
    He died, He lives again.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. Come, burdened one, bring all your care:
    Jesus is passing by!
    The love that listens to your prayer,
    Will "no good thing" deny.
  3. Come, hungry one, and tell your need;
    Jesus is passing by!
    The Bread of Life your soul will feed,
    And fully satisfy.
  4. 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
  1. Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
    Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
    Jesus ready stands to save you,
    Full of pity, love and power.
  2. Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
    God's free bounty glorify;
    True belief and true repentance,
    Every grace that brings you nigh.
  3. Let not conscience make you linger,
    Nor of fitness fondly dream;
    All the fitness He requireth,
    Is to feel your need of Him.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. Is this the Man, can this be He
    The prophets have foretold,
    Should with transgressors numbered be,
    And for my crimes be sold
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. Give me a sight, O Saviour,
    Of Thy wondrous love to me,
    Of the love that brought Thee down to earth
    To die on Calvary.
    O, make me understand it,
    Help me to take it in;
    What it meant to Thee, the Holy One,
    To bear away my sin.
  2. Was it the nails, O Saviour,
    That bound Thee to the tree
    Nay, 'twas Thine everlasting love,
    Thy love for me, for me.
  3. O, wonder of all wonders,
    That through Thy death for me,
    My open sins, my secret sins,
    Can all forgiven be.
  4. Then melt my heart, O Saviour,
    Bend me, yea, break me down,
    Until I own Thee Conqueror,
    And Lord and Sovereign crown.
Katherine A.M. Kelly (1869-1942)
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Tune R.S. No. 455
  1. 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.”
  2. Sin and death no more shall reign,
    Jesus died and lives again!
    In the glory's highest height
    See Him God's supreme delight.
  3. All who in His Name believe,
    Everlasting life receive;
    Lord of all is Jesus now,
    Every knee to Him must bow.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Believing souls, rejoicing go,
    There shall to you be given
    A glorious foretaste, here below,
    Of endless life in heaven.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. All is done, yes, all is finished,
    All the debt is paid;
    On the Lamb Who died for sinners,
    All our guilt was laid.
  3. God the Father called Him "Jesus,"
    When He sent Him down,
    And for us He bore the judgment,
    Won for us the crown.
  4. All the ransomed call Him "Jesus,"
    Him as Lord we own;
    Once upon the cross to save us,
    Now upon the throne.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Have you any time for Jesus
    As in grace He calls again;
    O, today is time accepted.
    Tomorrow you may call in vain.
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.”
  3. 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."
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. He’s your best and truest Friend, let Him in...
    One who always will defend, let Him in...
  3. Do not let Him knock in vain, let Him in...
    He may never come again, let Him in...
  4. Hear His gentle, loving voice, let Him in...
    Bid Him welcome, and rejoice, let Him in...
L. H. Parthemore
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  1. 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!
  2. Hell is fire — for ever burning,
    Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
    Mercy waits for thy returning,
    With a pardon full and free.
  3. Hell is deep — without a bottom;
    Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
    Deeper down than Tyre and Sidon
    Must the Christ—rejecter be.
  4. Hear the voice of Jesus pleading,
    Turn, poor sinner, turn and flee;
    See the Man of Sorrows bleeding,
    Dying on the accursed tree.
  5. "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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. How solemn are the words,
    And yet to faith how plain,
    Which Jesus uttered while on earth,
    “Ye must be born again.”
  2. "Ye must be born again!"
    For so hath God decreed;
    No reformation will suffice,
    ’Tis life poor sinners need.
  3. "Ye must be born again!"
    And life in Christ must have;
    In vain the soul elsewhere may go,
    ’Tis He alone can save.
  4. "Ye must be born again!”
    Or never enter heaven;
    ’Tis only blood—washed ones are there,
    The ransomed and forgiven.
  5. "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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. 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
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. 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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  1. I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
    Trusting only Thee!
    Trusting Thee for full salvation,
    Great and free.
  2. I am trusting Thee for pardon,
    At Thy feet I bow;
    For Thy grace and tender mercy,
    Trusting now.
  3. I am trusting Thee for cleansing
    In Thy precious blood;
    Trusting Thee to bring me safely
    Home to God.
  4. I am trusting Thee to guide me,
    Thou alone shalt lead;
    Every day and hour supplying
    All my need.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. I had sought in worldly pleasure
    To forget eternity,
    Thus, unsatisfied and weary,
    I was brought to Calvary.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. Though coming weak and vile,
    Thou dost my strength assure:
    Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
    Till spotless all and pure.
  3. 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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  1. I heard an old, old story,
    How a Saviour came from glory,
    How He gave His life on Calvary
    To save a wretch like me;
    I heard about His groaning,
    Of His precious blood’s atoning,
    Then I repented of my sins
    And won the victory.
    O victory in Jesus, my Saviour for ever;
    He sought me and bought me
    with His redeeming blood;
    He loved me ere I knew Him,
    And all my love is due Him,
    He plunged me to victory
    Beneath the cleansing blood.
  2. I heard about His healing,
    Of His cleansing power revealing,
    How He made the lame to walk again
    And caused the blind to see;
    And then I cried, "Dear Jesus,
    Come and heal my broken spirit,"
    And somehow Jesus came and brought
    To me the victory.
  3. I heard about a mansion
    He has built for me in glory,
    And I heard about the streets of gold
    Beyond the crystal sea;
    About the angels singing,
    And the old redemption story,
    And some sweet day I’ll sing up there
    The song of victory.
Eugene M. Bartlett, Sr.
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Tune R.S. No. 174
B.H.B. No. 90 C.M.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. He took my sins and my sorrows,
    He made them His very own;
    He bore the burden on Calvary,
    And suffered and died alone.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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."
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. I will tell the wondrous story,
    How my lost estate to save,
    In His boundless love and mercy,
    He the ransom freely gave.
  3. I will praise my dear Redeemer,
    His triumphant power I’ll tell;
    How the victory He giveth,
    Over sin, and death, and hell.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. I would love to tell you what I think of Jesus
    Since I found in Him a friend so strong and true;
    I would tell you how He changed my life completely,
    He did something that no other friend could do.
    No one ever cared for me like Jesus,
    There's no other friend so kind as He;
    No one else could take the sin and darkness from me,
    O how much He cared for me.
  2. All my life was full of sin when Jesus found me.
    All my heart was full of misery and woe;
    Jesus placed His strong and loving arms around me
    And He led me in the way I ought to go.
  3. Every day He comes to me with new assurance,
    More and more I understand His words of love;
    But I’ll never know just why He came to save me
    Till some day I see His blessed face above.
Charles F. Weigle (20th Cent.)
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Tune R.S. No. 809
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. Is there a heart that has wandered
    Come with thy burden today;
    Mercy is tenderly pleading,
    Jesus is passing this way.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. It was alone the Saviour stood
    In Pilate’s judgment hall;
    Alone the crown of thorns He bore,
    Forsaken there by all.
  3. Alone upon the Cross He hung
    That others He might save;
    Forsaken then by God Himself,
    Alone His life He gave.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. I’ve wasted many precious years,
    Now I’m coming home;
    I now repent with bitter tears,
    Lord, I’m coming home.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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)
  3. 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)
  4. 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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  1. Jesus! Saviour! Precious name
    Of the Son of God, Who came
    Ruined sinners to reclaim!
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
  2. Leaving scenes of purest light,
    Veiling glory fair and bright,
    Cross of Christ, O, wondrous sight!
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
  3. Lost and in our sins were we;
    Spotless, sinless, holy, He,
    Bearing guilt upon the tree!
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
  4. Bruised in the sinner’s stead,
    E’en to death He bowed His head;
    "It is finished!” loudly said,
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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!
  6. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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 and chorus
  1. 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!
  2. Hast thou a sin-burdened soul to save
    Life everlasting wouldst thou have
    Jesus Himself a ransom gave:
    Look, and thou shalt live!
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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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  1. 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!
  2. Vainly they watch His bed,
    Jesus, my Saviour!
    Vainly they seal the dead,
    Jesus, my Lord!
  3. 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
  1. “Man of Sorrows," what a Name
    For the Son of God, Who came
    Ruined sinners to reclaim!
    Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
  2. Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
    In my place condemned He stood;
    Sealed my pardon with His blood;
    Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
  3. Guilty, vile and helpless, we;
    Spotless Lamb of God was He;
    "Full atonement" — can it be!
    Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
  4. “Lifted up" was He to die,
    "It is finished!" was His cry;
    Now in heaven exalted high;
    Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
  5. 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!
  6. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. My heart is leaning on the Word,
    The written Word of God,
    Salvation by my Saviour’s name,
    Salvation through His blood.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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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C.H.F. 124
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 126
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Thy love to me, O God,
    Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
    Can rid me of this dark unrest,
    And set my spirit free.
  4. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 128
  1. 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
  2. When He from His lofty throne,
    Stooped to do and die,
    Everything was fully done,
    Hearken to His cry.
  3. Weary, working, burdened one,
    Wherefore toil you so
    Cease your doing; all was done,
    Long, long ago.
  4. Till to Jesus’ work, you cling
    By a simple faith,
    "Doing” is a deadly thing,
    "Doing" ends in death.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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.”
  3. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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
  5. 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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  1. 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,
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. ’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.
  3. 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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C.H.F. 329
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 307
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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
  3. 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!
  4. Proclaiming release to the captive,
    Poor slaves of the tyrant set free,
    The power of Satan was broken
    When Jesus expired on the tree.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. Shall I, in glory, Christ behold,
    Exalted King and Lord
    What rapture, yea, what bliss untold
    That moment will afford!
  3. O, shall I see my Saviour’s face
    All radiant as the sun;
    And dwell through all eternity
    With God’s beloved One
  4. 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
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. O, wondrous power of grace divine,
    So vast, so full and free,
    It reaches out to all mankind,
    Embracing even me.
  3. 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 and chorus
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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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C.H.F. 337
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 127 and chorus
  1. Sorry, this hymn is copyrighted.
  1. O sweet is the story of Jesus,
    The wonderful Saviour of men
    Who suffered and died for the sinner,
    I’ll tell it again and again!
    O wonderful, wonderful story,
    The dearest that ever was told,
    I’ll repeat it in glory, the wonderful story,
    Where I shall His beauty behold.
  2. He came from the brightest of glory;
    His blood as a ransom He gave
    To purchase eternal redemption,
    And O, He is mighty to save!
  3. His mercy flows on like a river,
    His love is unmeasured and free;
    His grace is forever sufficient,
    It reaches and purifies me.
Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)
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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 139
  1. 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
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. ’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
  1. 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.
  2. Jesus, Saviour, I adore Thee,
    Now Thy love I would proclaim,
    I would tell the blessed story,
    I would magnify Thy Name.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. For I was lost and vile indeed,
    To every sin a prey,
    Till God in mercy interposed,
    And turned my night to day.
  3. Now I can call the Saviour mine,
    Though all unworthy still;
    I'm sheltered by His precious blood,
    Beyond the reach of ill.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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."
  2. 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."
  3. 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."
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. ’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.
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. ’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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. ’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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 250
  1. 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!
  2. Many summers you have wasted,
    Ripened harvests you have seen,
    Winter snows by spring have melted
    Yet you linger in your sin!
  3. Jesus for your choice is waiting;
    Tarry not, at once decide
    While the Spirit now is striving,
    Yield and seek the Saviour’s side.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 117
  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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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R.S. No. 273 S.S. No. 448 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. Only a step to Jesus!
    Believe, and thou shalt live;
    Lovingly now He’s waiting
    And ready to forgive.
  3. Only a step to Jesus
    A step from sin to grace;
    What hast thy heart decided
    The moments fly apace.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. To save a world He died;
    Sinner, behold the Lamb!
    Believe upon the Crucified,
    There’s healing in His name.
  3. Pardon and peace abound;
    He will your sins forgive;
    Salvation in His name is found,
    He bids the sinner live.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 240
  1. 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!
  2. Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
    Lonely and dark the way;
    With no light, no hope in Jesus,
    Making bright the cheerless day.
  3. Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
    No help nor refuge nigh;
    How can you, O careless sinner,
    Dare to live, or dare to die
  4. Out of Christ, without a Saviour,
    Dark will the voyage be;
    Clouds will gather, storms surround you,
    O! to Christ for refuge flee!
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 238 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. Let me at Thy throne of mercy
    Find a sweet relief;
    Kneeling there in deep contrition,
    Help my unbelief.
  3. Trusting only in Thy merit
    Would I seek Thy face,
    Heal my wounded, broken spirit
    Save me by Thy grace.
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
    Shed on Calvary,
    Shed for rebels, shed for sinners,
    Shed for me.
  2. Precious blood that hath redeemed us,
    All the price is paid!
    Perfect pardon now is offered,
    Peace is made.
  3. Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
    Let it make thee whole,
    Let its mighty power in cleansing
    Reach thy soul.
  4. Though thy sins are red like crimson,
    Deep as scarlet glow,
    Jesus’ precious blood can make them
    White as snow.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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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  1. 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!
  2. Rejoice and be glad, for the blood has been shed,
    Redemption is finished, the price has been paid!
  3. Rejoice and be glad, now the pardon is free;
    The Just for the unjust has died on the tree.
  4. Rejoice and be glad for the Lamb that was slain
    O’er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 164
B.H.B. No. 350
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 52
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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,"
  2. 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.
  3. 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."
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 140 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
    Clouds will overspread the sky;
    But when travelling days are over,
    Not a shadow, not a sigh.
  3. Let us, then, be true and faithful,
    Trusting, serving every day;
    Just one glimpse of Him in glory
    Will the toils of life repay.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 122
  1. 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.
  2. All thy working, weeping, praying,
    Never could salvation win;
    ’Tis the blood of God’s beloved,
    Cleanseth sinners from all sin.
  3. Thou hast wandered, sadly wandered,
    Down the broad and crowded way;
    Near to hell and far from heaven
    But He bids thee turn today.
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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
  3. Art thou waiting till the morrow
    Thou may’st never see its light;
    Come at once! Accept His mercy:
    He is waiting — come tonight.
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. He ascended up to glory
    To send down the Holy Spirit
    And He prays the Father for us,
    Come, come today.
  4. He can break the chain that binds you,
    Raging thirst, or deeds unholy;
    Satan’s bondage now that binds you,
    Come, come today.
  5. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. Come and He will give you rest,
    Trust Him, for His Word is plain;
    He will take the sinfulest,
    Christ receiveth sinful men.
  3. 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
  1. 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
  2. Satan has resolved to have you
    For his lawful prey;
    Jesus Christ has died to save you;
    Haste, O, haste away!
  3. Listen to the invitation,
    Whilst He’s crying "Come!"
    If you miss the great salvation,
    Hell will be your doom.
  4. 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
  1. 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!"
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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."
  3. 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
  4. 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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  1. "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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 456
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 76
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 33
C.M. and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. I see the burden of my sin
    By God upon Him laid
    And He, the spotless Lamb of God,
    My sacrifice was made.
  3. 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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Time R.S. No. 151
  1. 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.
  2. 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.”
  3. 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."
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 162
B.H.B. No. 267
  1. 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!"
  2. 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!"
  3. "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!"
  4. "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!"
  5. "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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. All glory to the dying Lamb!
    I now believe in Jesus;
    I love the blessed Saviour’s name,
    I love the name of Jesus.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 137
C.M. and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. The great Redeemer left the throne,
    The radiant throne on high,
    Surprising mercy! love unknown!
    To suffer, bleed, and die!
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 30
  1. 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.
  2. Love that condemns the sinner’s sin,
    Yet in condemning, pardon seals;
    That saves from righteous wrath, and yet
    In saving, righteousness reveals.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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;
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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."
  5. 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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Tune C.H.F. No. 167
R.S. No. 157
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. In the joyous days of childhood
    Oft' they told of wondrous love,
    Pointed to the dying Saviour;
    Now they dwell with Him above.
  3. 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
  4. You can picture happy gatherings
    Round the fireside long ago
    And you think of tearful partings
    When they left you here below.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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
  2. 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.
  3. Press onward, then, though foes may frown,
    While mercy’s door is open;
    Accept the cross, and win the crown,
    Love’s everlasting token.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. The dying thief rejoiced to see
    That fountain in his day,
    And there have I, though vile as he,
    Washed all my sins away.
  3. Dear, dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
    Shall never lose its power
    ’Till all the ransomed church of God
    Be saved to sin no more.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared
    Unworthy though I be,
    For me a blood-bought, free reward,
    A golden harp for me.
  7. ’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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  1. There is a green hill far away,
    Outside a city wall,
    Where the dear Lord was crucified,
    Who died to save us all.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. There was no other good enough
    To pay the price of sin;
    He only could unlock the gate
    Of heaven and let us in
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 107
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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;
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. ’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!
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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,
  4. 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
  5. 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.
  6. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 70
  1. 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."
  2. 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.
  3. So now, upon His Father’s throne,
    Almighty to release us
    From sin and pain — He ever reigns,
    The Prince and Saviour, Jesus.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 737
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. "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
  3. 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.
  4. “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."
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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?
  2. 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
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 392
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S. No. 102
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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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  1. They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where He prayed;
    They led Him through the streets in shame.
    They spat upon the Saviour, so pure and free from sin;
    They said, “Crucify Him; He’s to blame
    He could have called ten thousand angels
    To destroy the world and set Him free.
    He could have called ten thousand angels,
    But He died alone for you and me.
  2. Upon His precious head, they placed a crown of thorns;
    They laughed and said, "Behold the King."
    They struck Him and they cursed Him And mocked His holy name.
    All alone He suffered everything.
  3. When they nailed Him to the cross, his mother stood nearby
    He said, "Woman, behold thy Son!"
    He cried, "I thirst" on Calvary, But they gave Him nought to drink.
    Then the sinful work of man was done.
  4. To the howling mob He yielded, He did not for mercy cry.
    The cross of shame He took alone.
    And when He cried, “’Tis finished," He gave Himself to die;
    Salvation’s wondrous plan was done.
Ray Overholt (1924- )
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Tune R.S. No. 222
C.M. and chorus
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. "Forgive them, O, forgive!" He cried,
    Then bowed His sacred head;
    "O Lamb of God! my sacrifice!"
    For me Thy blood was shed.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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 and chorus
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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."
  3. 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
  1. Time is earnest, passing by,
    Death is earnest, drawing nigh,
    Sinner, wilt thou trifling be?
    Time and death appeal to thee.
  2. Life is earnest; when 'tis o'er
    Thou returnest never more;
    Soon to meet eternity,
    Will thou never serious be?
  3. God is earnest, come today,
    Ere thy season pass away,
    Ere be set His judgment throne,
    Vengeance ready, mercy gone.
  4. Christ is earnest; bids thee come,
    God declares that all is done;
    Wilt thou spurn the Saviour's love,
    Pleading with thee from above?
  5. 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 and chorus
  1. '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.
  2. He has made a full atonement,
    Now His saving work is done;
    He has glorified the Father
    Who accepts us in His Son.
  3. Still upon His hands the nail-prints,
    And the scars upon His brow:
    Our Redeemer, Lord, and Saviour,
    In the glory standeth now.
  4. 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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  1. '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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. '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.
  2. '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."
  3. '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
  1. '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.
  2. Though the pathway be lonely and dangerous too,
    Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.
  3. Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng,
    They are safe now in glory and this is their song.
  4. 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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  1. '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
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  5. 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 chorus
  1. 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!
  2. Burdened one, why will you longer bear
    Sorrows from which He releases
    Open your heart and rejoicing share,
    Life more abundant in Jesus.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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?
  3. Was it for me He wept and prayed,
    When prostrate in the garden laid,
    That night within Gethsemane?
    Was it for me, that agony?
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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?
  2. 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?
  3. 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?
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. For my cleansing this I see,
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    For my pardon, this my plea;
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
  3. Nothing can for sin atone,
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
    Nought of good that I have done;
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
  4. 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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  1. “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.
  2. But all the doing has been done
    As God has clearly shown,
    When, by the offering of His Son,
    His purpose He made known.
  3. 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.
  4. Such was the sacrifice He made,
    The law could ask no more;
    For not a mite was left unpaid
    When He my judgment bore.
  5. How glorious, blessed, and complete
    That finished work must be;
    Where God with man delights to meet,
    There He has met with me.
  6. 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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  1. 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?
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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."
  2. By Christ, the sinless Lamb of God,
    The precious blood was shed,
    When He fulfilled God’s holy Word,
    And suffered in our stead.
  3. O soul, for thee salvation thus
    By God is freely given;
    The blood of Christ atones for sin
    And makes us meet for heaven.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  1. 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?
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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."
  2. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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?
  2. 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?
  3. 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!
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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."
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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?
  2. 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.
  3. Do you not feel, O sinner,
    The Spirit now striving within?
    O, why not accept His salvation,
    And throw off thy burden of sin?
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. Wonderful grace of Jesus,
    Greater than all my sin;
    How shall my tongue describe it,
    Where shall its praise begin?
    Taking away my burden, setting my spirit free;
    For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
    Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
    Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
    Higher than the mountain,
    Sparkling like a fountain,
    All-sufficient grace for even me;
    Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
    Greater far than all my sin and shame,
    O magnify the precious Name of Jesus,
    Praise His Name!
  2. Wonderful grace of Jesus,
    Reaching to all the lost,
    By it I have been pardoned,
    Saved to the uttermost,
    Chains have been torn asunder, giving me liberty;
    For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
  3. Wonderful grace of Jesus,
    Reaching the most defiled,
    By its transforming power,
    Making him God’s dear child,
    Purchasing peace and heaven, for all eternity;
    For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
Haldor Lillenas (1885-1959)
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Tune C.H.F. No. 208
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. "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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. "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.
  2. Day is declining, and the sun is low:
    The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go,
    Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
  3. 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.
  4. Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call:
    "Come, lingerer, come," enter that festal hall,
    Room, room, still room, O, enter, enter now.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  1. All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!
    Let angels prostrate fall!
    Bring forth the royal diadem,
    And crown Him Lord of all!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. Let every kindred, every tribe,
    On this terrestrial ball,
    To Him all majesty ascribe,
    And crown Him Lord of all!
  6. 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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  1. 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!
  2. Yes, the Redeemer left His throne,
    His radiant throne on high,
    Surpassing mercy, love unknown!
    To suffer, bleed and die.
  3. He took the ruined sinner’s place,
    And suffered in his stead:
    For man, O miracle of grace!
    For man the Saviour bled.
  4. Jesus! my soul adoring bends
    To love, so full, so free;
    Though vile I am, that love extends
    Its sacred power to me.
  5. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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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  1. 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,
  2. 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,
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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,
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. Down from His glory, ever—living story,
    My God and Saviour came, and Jesus was His name;
    Born in a manger, to His own a stranger,
    A man of sorrows, tears and agony!
    O how I love Him! How I adore Him!
    My breath, my sunshine, my all-in-all,
    The great Creator became my Saviour;
    And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him!
  2. What condescension, bringing us redemption,
    That in the dead of night, not one faint hope in sight;
    God gracious, tender, laid aside His splendour,
    Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
  3. Without reluctance, flesh and blood His substance,
    He took the form of man, revealed the hidden plan;
    O glorious mystery, sacrifice of Calvary
    And now I know He is the great 'I AM'!
William E. Booth-Clibborn (1893-1969)
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Tune R.S. No. 421
  1. 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!
  2. Only faintly now I see Him,
    With the darkening veil between,
    But a blessed day is coming
    When His glory shall be seen.
  3. What rejoicing in His presence,
    When are banished grief and pain;
    When the crooked ways are straightened
    And the dark things shall be plain.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. Drinking a dire and dreadful cup,
    Crucified Jesus lifted up,
    Bearing our guilt and misery,
    Sorrowful Man of Calvary.
  3. Granting the sinner life and peace,
    Granting the captive sweet release,
    Shedding His blood to make us free,
    Merciful Man of Calvary.
  4. Giving the gifts obtained for men,
    Pouring out love beyond our ken,
    Giving us spotless purity.
    Bountiful Man of Calvary.
  5. 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.
  6. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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?
  2. Such deep transgressions to forgive!
    Such guilty, daring worms to spare!
    This is Thy grand prerogative
    And in this honour none shall share:
  3. 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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  1. Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father!
    There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
    Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not:
    As Thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.
    Great is Thy faithfulness!
    Great is Thy faithfulness!
    Morning by morning new mercies I see.
    All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,
    Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
  2. Summer and winter, and spring-time and harvest,
    Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
    Join with all nature in manifold witness
    To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
  3. Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
    Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
    Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
    Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960)
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Tune R.S. No. 476
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. ’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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. In my darkness Jesus found me,
    Touched my eyes and made me see,
    Broke sin’s chain that long had bound me,
    Gave me life and liberty!
    O glorious love of Christ my Lord divine
    That made Him stoop to save a soul like mine!
    Through all my days and then in heaven above
    My song will silence never,
    I’ll worship Him forever
    And praise Him for His glorious love!
  2. O amazing truth to ponder-
    He whom angel hosts attend,
    Lord of heav'n, God’s Son, what wonder!
    He became the sinner’s friend!
John W. Peterson
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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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."
  2. 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.”
  3. 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."
  4. 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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  1. O God of Bethel, by whose hand
    Thy people still are fed;
    Who through this weary pilgrimage
    Hast all our fathers led.
  2. Our vows, our prayers, we now present
    Before Thy throne of grace:
    God of our fathers, be the God
    Of their succeeding race.
  3. Through each perplexing path of life
    Our wandering footsteps guide;
    Give us each day our daily bread,
    And raiment lit provide.
  4. O spread Thy covering wings around,
    Till all our wanderings cease,
    And at our Father`s loved abode
    Our souls arrive in peace.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. Now He is with God the Father,
    Interceding there for you;
    For He is the mighty conqueror
    Since He rent the veil in two.
  3. Holy angels bow before Him,
    Men of earth give praises due;
    For He is the well beloved
    Since He rent the veil in two.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever:
    He is faithful, changing never;
    Neither force nor guile can sever
    Those He loves from Him.
  4. Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
    To Thyself, and still believing,
    Till the hour of our receiving
    Promised joys in heaven.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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?
    Grace shall reign eternally.
John Kent (1766-1843)
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  1. The King of love my Shepherd is,
    Whose goodness faileth never;
    I nothing lack if I am His
    And He is mine forever.
  2. Where streams of living water flow,
    My ransomed soul He leadeth,
    And, where the verdant pastures grow,
    With food celestial feedeth.
  3. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed
    But yet in love He sought me
    And on His shoulders gently laid,
    And home rejoicing brought me.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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."
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. We praise Thee, O God, for Thy Spirit of light,
    Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.
  3. All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
    Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed every stain.
  4. All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
    Who has bought us and sought us, and guided our ways.
  5. Revive us again, fill each heart with Thy love,
    May each soul be rekindled with love from above.
  6. Revive us again, rouse the dead from their tomb!
    May they come now to Jesus, while yet there is room.
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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. Who is He in deep distress,
    Fasting in the wilderness?
  3. Who is He to whom they bring
    All the sick and sorrowing?
  4. Who is He who stands and weeps
    At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?
  5. Who is He the gathering throng
    Greet with loud triumphant song?
  6. Lo! at midnight, who is He
    Prays in dark Gethsemane?
  7. Who is He on yonder tree
    Dies in grief and agony?
  8. Who is He who from the grave
    Comes to heal and help and save?
  9. Who is He who from the throne
    Rules through all the worlds alone?
Benjamin R. Hanby (1833-67)
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  1. Without Him I could do nothing,
    Without Him I’d surely fail;
    Without Him I would be drifting
    Like a ship without a sail.
    Jesus, O Jesus!
    Do you know Him today?
    Do not turn Him away.
    O Jesus, O Jesus,
    Without Him, how lost I would be.
  2. Without Him I would be dying,
    Without Him I’d be enslaved;
    Without Him life would be hopeless,
    But with Jesus, thank God, I’m saved.
Mylon R. LeFevre (1944- )
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  1. A mind at perfect peace with God,
    O! what a word is this!
    A sinner reconciled through blood,
    This, this indeed is peace!
  2. By nature and by practice far,
    How very far from God!
    Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him
    Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
  3. So near, so very near to God,
    I cannot nearer be;
    For in the person of His Son
    I am as near as He.
  4. 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!
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. Yes, at the cross and there alone,
    I found the Saviour near,
    And heard His voice in sweetest tone,
    Say, "Trust, and never fear."
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 371 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!"
  4. 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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  1. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
    And did my Sovereign die?
    Would he devote that sacred head
    For such a worm as I?
  2. Was it for crimes that I have done,
    He groaned upon the tree?
    Amazing pity! grace unknown!
    And love beyond degree!
  3. Well might the sun in darkness hide
    And shut his glories in,
    When the incarnate Maker died
    For man, His creature’s sin.
  4. Well might I hide my blushing face
    While His dear cross appears;
    Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
    And melt mine eyes to tears.
  5. 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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Tune C.H. No. 40
  1. 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.
  2. ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
    And grace my fears relieved;
    How precious did that grace appear,
    The hour I first believed!
  3. Through many dangers, toils and snares,
    I have already come;
    ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
    And grace will lead me home.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 423
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  1. Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go,
    Anywhere He leads me in this world below;
    Anywhere without Him, dearest joys would fade,
    Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.
    Anywhere, anywhere, fear I cannot know,
    Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.
  2. Anywhere with Jesus I am not alone,
    Other friends may fail me, He is still my own;
    Even though He leads me over dreariest ways,
    Anywhere with Jesus is a house of praise.
  3. Anywhere with Jesus, over land and sea,
    Telling souls in darkness of salvation free;
    Ready as He summons me to go or stay,
    Anywhere with Jesus when He points the way.
  4. Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep,
    Though the darkening shadows round about me creep;
    Knowing I shall waken, never more to roam,
    Anywhere with Jesus will be home, sweet home.
Jessie B. Pounds (1861-1921) & Helen C. A. Dixon (1877-1969)
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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. By cool Siloam’s shady rill
    How fair the lily grows!
    How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
    Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
  2. Lo! such the child whose early feet
    The paths of peace have trod,
    Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
    Is upward drawn to God.
  3. By cool Siloam’s shady rill,
    The lily must decay;
    The rose that blooms beneath the hill
    Must shortly fade away.
  4. 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.
  5. O Thou Whose infant feet were found
    Within Thy Father’s shrine,
    Whose years with changeless virtue crowned,
    Were all alike divine.
  6. 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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Tune R.S. No. 274
  1. 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?
  2. 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?
  3. 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?
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. Let those refuse to sing who never knew our God,
    But children of the heavenly King
    Should spread His praise abroad.
  3. The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets
    Before we reach the heavenly fields
    Or walk the golden streets.
  4. There shall we see His face, and never, never sin;
    There, from the rivers of His grace,
    Drink endless pleasures in.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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?
  3. 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 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. Not the crushing of those idols
    With its bitter void and smart,
    But the beaming of His beauty,
    The unveiling of His heart.
  5. Who extinguishes their taper
    Till they hail the rising sun?
    Who discards the garb of winter
    Till the summer has begun?
  6. ’Tis the look that melted Peter,
    ’Tis the face that Stephen saw,
    ’Tis the heart that wept with Mary,
    Can alone from idols draw.
  7. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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?
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No. 379
  1. 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.
  2. I have a Christ that satisfies,
    Since I have been redeemed;
    To do His will, my highest prize,
    Since I have been redeemed.
  3. I have a witness bright and clear,
    Since I have been redeemed;
    Dispelling every doubt and fear,
    Since I have been redeemed.
  4. I have a joy I can’t express,
    Since I have been redeemed;
    Through Jesus Christ, God’s righteousness,
    Since I have been redeemed.
  5. 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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Tune R.S. No. 413
B.H.B. No. 88
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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Tune R.S. No.617
C.M. and chorus
  1. 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.”
  2. I know not how this saving faith
    To me He did impart,
    Nor how believing in His Word,
    Wrought peace within my heart.
  3. I know not how the Spirit moves
    Convincing men of sin,
    Revealing Jesus through the Word,
    Creating faith in Him.
  4. I know not what of good or ill
    May be reserved for me,
    Of weary ways or golden days
    Before His face I see.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. I serve a risen Saviour, He’s in the world today;
    I know that He is living, whatever men may say;
    I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer,
    And just the time I need Him He’s always near.
    He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
    He walks with me and talks with me,
    Along life’s narrow way
    He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
    You ask me how I know He lives,
    He lives within my heart.
  2. In all the world around me I see His loving care,
    And though my heart grows weary I never will despair;
    I know that He is leading through all the stormy blast,
    The day of His appearing will come at last.
  3. Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, lift up your voice and sing
    Eternal hallelujahs to Jesus Christ the King!
    The Hope of all who seek Him, the Help of all who find,
    None other is so loving, so good and kind.
Alfred H. Ackley (1887-1960)
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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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:
  2. Near the cross, a trembling soul,
    Love and mercy found me;
    There the Bright and Morning Star
    Shed His beams around me.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. Jesus my Lord will love me forever,
    From Him no power of evil can sever;
    He gave His life to ransom my soul,
    Now I belong to Him!
    Now I belong to Jesus,
    Jesus belongs to me,
    Not for the years of time alone,
    But for eternity.
  2. Once I was lost in sin’s degradation,
    Jesus came down to bring me salvation,
    Lifted me up from sorrow and shame,
    Now I belong to Him!
  3. Joy floods my soul, for Jesus has saved me,
    Freed me from sin that long had enslaved me;
    His precious blood He gave to redeem,
    Now I belong to Him!
Norman J. Clayton (20th Cent.)
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Tune B.H.B. No. 119
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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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Tune R.S No. 439
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Yes, Jesus bore it, bore, in love unbounded,
    What none can know;
    He passed through death, and gloriously confounded
    Our every foe.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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,
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. ’Tis found in the blood of Him who once stood
    My refuge and safety, my surety with God.
  3. He bore on the tree the sentence for me,
    And now both the surety and sinner are free.
  4. Accepted I am in the once-offered Lamb;
    It was God who Himself had devised the plan.
  5. And though here below, ’mid sorrow and woe,
    My place is in heaven with Jesus I know.
  6. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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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B.H.B. No. 158
C.H.F. No. 121 L.M.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
Tune S.S. No. 46 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. My times. are in Thy hand;
    My God, I wish them there;
    My life, my soul, my all, I leave
    Entirely to Thy care.
  2. My times are in Thy hand,
    Whatever they may be;
    Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
    As best may seem to Thee.
  3. My times are in Thy hand,
    Why should I doubt or fear?
    A Father’s hand will never cause
    His child a needless tear.
  4. My times are in Thy hand,
    Jesus, the Crucified!
    The hand my many sins have pierced
    Is now my guard and guide.
  5. 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)
Tune C.H.F. No. 408
L.M. and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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."
  5. 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)
  1. O Christ, Thou heavenly Lamb,
    Joy of the Father’s heart
    Now let Thy love my soul inflame,
    Fresh power to me impart!
  2. Power to know the loss
    Suffered, dear Lord, by Thee;
    Power to glory in the cross
    Thou didst endure for me.
  3. Power to feel Thy love
    And all its depths to know,
    Power to fix the heart above,
    And die to all below.
  4. Power to keep the eye
    For ever fixed on Thee;
    Power to lift the warning cry
    To souls from wrath to flee.
  5. Power lost souls to win
    From Satan’s mighty hold;
    Power the wanderers to bring
    Back to the heavenly fold.
  6. Power to watch and pray,
    Lord Jesus, quickly come!
    Power to hail the happy day,
    Destined to bear me home!
  7. Lord Jesus, then to me
    Power divine impart,
    To swell redemptions song to Thee,
    For worthy, Lord, Thou art.
C. Russell Hurditch (1839-1908)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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!
  2. ’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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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)
Tune C.H.F. No. 149 chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
Tune C.H.F. No. 356
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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!
  6. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. Through this changing world below,
    Lead me gently, gently as I go;
    Trusting Thee, I cannot stray,
    I can never, never, lose my way.
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. Brightly doth His Spirit shine
    Into this poor heart of mine.
    While He leads I cannot fall,
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  3. Singing, if my way is clear,
    Praying, if the path be drear;
    If in danger, for Him call,
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  4. 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)
Tune No. 414
L.M. and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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!
  2. Though clad in rags, by sin defiled,
    The Father hath embraced His child
    And I am pardoned, reconciled,
    O Lamb of God, in Thee!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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!
  6. I cannot half His love express,
    Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess,
    This blessed portion I possess,
    O Lamb of God, in Thee!
  7. 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)
Tune R.S. No. 378 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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
  2. 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.
  3. 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.)
  1. 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!
  2. There, everlasting spring abides
    And never withering flowers;
    Death, like a narrow sea divides
    This heavenly land from ours.
  3. O could we make our doubts remove
    Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
    And see the Canaan that we love
    With unbeclouded eyes!
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. With Him shall my rest be on high,
    When in holiness bright I sit down
    In the joy of His love ever nigh,
    In the peace that His presence shall crown.
  4. ’Tis the treasure I’ve found in His love
    That has made me a pilgrim below;
    And ’tis there, when I reach Him above,
    As I’m known, all His fullness I’ll know.
  5. 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.
  6. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. My eyes were filled with burning tears,
    For pardon then I cried
    But Jesus quickly quelled my fears;
    He said, "For thee I died."
  4. 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!
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
Time R.S. No. 366 and chorus
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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)
Tune R.S. No. 364
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
Tune R.S. No. 5 and chorus
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
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  1. Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
    By His presence all divine?
    True and tender, pure and precious,
    O how blest to call Him mine!
    All that thrills my soul is Jesus;
    He is more than life to me,
    And the fairest of ten thousand
    In my blessed Lord I see.
  2. Love of Christ so freely given,
    Grace of God beyond degree,
    Mercy higher than the heaven,
    Deeper than the deepest sea.
  3. What a wonderful redemption!
    Never can a mortal know
    How my sin, though red like crimson,
    Can be whiter than the snow.
  4. Every need His hand supplying,
    Every good in Him I see;
    On His strength divine relying,
    He is all in all to me.
  5. By the crystal flowing river
    With the ransomed I shall sing,
    And for ever and for ever
    Praise and glorify the King.
Thoro Harris (1874-1956)
  1. 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.
  2. "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.
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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!
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. All to Jesus I surrender,
    Humbly at His feet I bow;
    Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
    Take me, Jesus, take me now.
  3. All to Jesus, I surrender,
    Make me, Saviour, wholly Thine;
    May the Holy Spirit fill me,
    May I know Thy power divine.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. Buried in the grave of Jesus,
    We believe what God has said;
    Faith His judgment acquiescing,
    Reckons now that we are dead.
  2. Death and judgment are behind us,
    Grace and glory are before,
    All the billows rolled o’er Jesus
    There exhausted all their power.
  3. First-fruits of the resurrection,
    He is risen from the tomb;
    Now we stand in new creation,
    Free, because beyond our doom.
  4. Jesus died and we died with Him,
    Buried in His grave we lie,
    One with Christ in resurrection,
    Seated now in Him on high.
  5. We await the full redemption
    When the risen One shall come
    And our mortal body changed,
    Shall be fashioned like His own.
  6. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Firm as His throne His promise stands,
    And He can well secure
    What I’ve committed to His hands,
    ’Till the decisive hour.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Lead on, lead on triumphantly,
    O blessed Lord, lead on:
    Faith’s pilgrim sons behind Thee seek
    The road that Thou hast gone.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
Tune B.H.B. No. 340
C.H.F. No. 527 L.M.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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)
  1. Take my life, and let it be
    Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
    Take my hands, and let them move
    At the impulse of Thy love.
  2. Take my lips, and let them be
    Filled with messages from Thee.
    Take my silver and my gold;
    Not a mite would I withhold.
  3. Take my moments and my days;
    Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
    Take my intellect, and use
    Every power as Thou shalt choose.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. We follow Him with pure delight
    To sanctify His sacred rite,
    And thus our faith with water seal
    To prove obedience that we feel.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. Must I be carried to the skies
    On flowery beds of ease,
    While others fought to win the prize
    And sailed through raging seas?
  3. 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?
  4. Since I must fight if I would reign,
    Increase my courage, Lord;
    I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
    Supported by Thy Word.
  5. 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)
Tune R.S. No. 317
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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
  2. Dark the night of sin has settled
    Loud the angry billows roar;
    Eager eyes are watching, longing,
    For the lights along the shore.
  3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother
    Some poor seaman, tempest—tossed,
    Trying now to make the harbour,
    In the darkness may be lost.
  4. 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)
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. Tell the guilty of their danger,
    While they wander far from God;
    While they live to Christ a stranger
    And reject His precious Word.
  3. Tell them of the joys of heaven,
    Purchased by the Saviour’s blood,
    How, that they might be forgiven,
    Jesus left His home above.
  4. 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)
  1. 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."
  2. 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!
  3. "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.
  4. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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!
  4. 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)
  1. 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.”
  2. 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.
  3. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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?
  3. 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
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
  5. 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)
  1. 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."
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  1. 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,
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  1. 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.
  2. To Him shall endless prayer be made,
    And endless praises crown His head;
    His name like sweet perfume shall rise
    With every morning sacrifice.
  3. People and realms of every tongue
    Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
    And infant voices shall proclaim
    Their early blessings on His name.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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)
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. May the peace of God my Father
    Rule my life in everything,
    That I may be calm to comfort
    Sick and sorrowing.
  4. May the love of Jesus fill me
    As the waters fill the sea;
    Him exalting, self abasing,
    This is victory.
  5. May I run the race before me,
    Strong and brave to face the foe,
    Looking only unto Jesus
    As I onward go.
  6. 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)
  1. 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?
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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)
  1. O, for a thousand tongues to sing
    My great Redeemer’s praise!
    The glories of my God and King,
    The triumphs of His grace.
  2. 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.
  3. He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
    He sets the prisoner free;
    His blood can make the foulest clean,
    His blood availed for me.
  4. 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.
  5. He speaks and, listening to His voice,
    New life the dead receive,
    The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
    The humble poor believe.
  6. 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)
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  1. Out in the highways and byways of life,
    Many are weary and sad;
    Carry the sunshine where darkness is rife,
    Making the sorrowing glad.
    Make me a blessing,
    Make me a blessing,
    Out of my life may Jesus shine;
    Make me a blessing, O Saviour; I pray,
    Make me a blessing to someone today.
  2. Tell the sweet story of Christ and His love,
    Tell of His power to forgive;
    Others will trust Him if only you prove
    True, every moment you live.
  3. Give as ’twas given to you in your need,
    Love as the Master loved you;
    Be to the helpless a helper indeed,
    Unto your mission be true.
Ira B. Wilson (1880-1950)
  1. 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!
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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)
  1. Revive Thy work, O Lord!
    Thy mighty arm make bare;
    Speak with the voice that wakes the dead,
    And make Thy people hear.
    Revive Thy work, O Lord,
    And give refreshing showers;
    The glory shall be all Thine own
    The blessing shall be ours.
  2. Revive Thy work, O Lord!
    Disturb this sleep of death;
    Quicken the smould’ring embers now
    By Thine almighty breath.
  3. Revive Thy work, O Lord!
    Create soul-thirst for Thee,
    And hungering for the bread of life,
    O, may our spirits be.
  4. Revive Thy work, O Lord!
    Exalt Thy precious name,
    And by the Holy Ghost our love
    For Thee and Thine inflame.
  5. Revive Thy work, O Lord!
    Let many souls be saved;
    Make bare Thine arm, and rescue men,
    By nature all depraved.
  6. Then fit us for Thy work,
    Endue with power divine;
    Lord, keep us earnest in Thy cause,
    The glory shall be Thine!
Albert Midlane (1825-1909)
  1. So send I you to labour unrewarded,
    To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,
    To bear rebuke, to suffer scorn and suffering,
    So send I you to toil for Me alone.
  2. So send I you to bind the bruised and broken,
    O’er wandering souls to work, to weep, to wake,
    To bear the burdens of a world a-weary,
    So send I you to suffer for My sake.
  3. So send I you to loneliness and longing,
    With heart a-hungering for the loved and known,
    Forsaking home and kindred, friend and dear one,
    So send I you to know My love alone.
  4. So send I you to leave your life’s ambition,
    To die to dear desire, self—will resign,
    To labour long and love where men revile you,
    So send I you to lose your life in Mine.
  5. So send I you to hearts made hard by hatred,
    To eyes made blind because they will not see,
    To spend, though it be blood, to spend and spare not,
    So send I you to tell of Calvary.
E. Margaret Clarkson (1915- )
  1. Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
    Sowing in the noontide, and the dewy eve,
    Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
    We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
    Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
    We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
  2. Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
    Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;
    By and by the harvest, and the labour ended,
    We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
  3. Go then, ever weeping, sowing for the Master,
    Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
    When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
    We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
Knowles Shaw
  1. Sowing the seed by the daylight fair,
    Sowing the seed by the noonday glare;
    Sowing the seed by the fading light,
    Sowing the seed in the solemn night,
    O, what shall the harvest be?
    O, what shall the harvest be?
    Sown in the darkness, or sown in the light,
    Sown in our weakness, or sown in our might;
    Gathered in time or eternity.
    Sure, ah, sure will the harvest be!
  2. Sowing the seed by the wayside high,
    Sowing the Seed on the rocks to die;
    Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil,
    Sowing the seed in the fertile soil,
    O, what shall the harvest be?
    O, what shall the harvest be?
  3. Sowing the seed with an aching heart,
    Sowing the seed while the teardrops start,
    Sowing in hope till the reapers come,
    Gladly to gather the harvest home,
    O, what shall the harvest be?
    O, what shall the harvest be?
Emily S. Oakey (1828-83)
  1. Speed Thy servants, Saviour speed them,
    Thou art Lord of winds and waves;
    They were bound, but Thou hast freed them,
    Now they go to free the slaves;
    Be Thou with them,
    ’Tis Thine arm alone that saves.
  2. Friends and homes and all forsaking,
    Lord, they go at Thy command,
    As their stay Thy promise taking,
    While they traverse sea and land;
    O, be with them!
    Lead them safely by the hand.
  3. Where no fruit appears to cheer them,
    And they seem to toil in vain,
    Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them,
    Then their sinking hopes sustain;
    Thus supported,
    Let their zeal revive again.
  4. In the midst of opposition,
    Let them trust, O Lord, in Thee;
    When success attends their mission,
    Let Thy servants humble be;
    Never leave them,
    Till Thy face in heaven they see.
  5. There to reap in joy for ever,
    Fruit that grows from seed here sown,
    There to be with Him who never
    Ceases to preserve His own,
    And with triumph,
    Sing a Saviour’s grace alone.
Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)
398 and chorus
  1. Take the name of Jesus with you,
    Child of sorrow and of woe;
    It will joy and comfort give you
    Take it, then, where’er you go.
    Precious name, O, how sweet!
    Hope of earth, and joy of heaven.
  2. Take the name of Jesus ever,
    As a shield from every snare;
    If temptations round you gather
    Breathe that holy name in prayer.
  3. O, the precious name of Jesus!
    How it thrills our souls with joy,
    When His loving arms receive us
    And His songs our tongues employ!
  4. At the name of Jesus bowing,
    Falling prostrate at His feet;
    King of kings in heaven we`ll crown Him,
    When our journey is complete.
Lydia Baxter (1809-74)
  1. The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
    The darkness falls at Thy behest;
    To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
    Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
  2. We thank Thee that Thy church, unsleeping,
    While earth rolls onward into light,
    Through all the world her watch is keeping,
    And rests not now by day or night.
  3. As o’er each continent and island
    The dawn leads on another day,
    The voice of prayer is never silent,
    Nor dies the strain of praise away.
  4. The sun that bids us rest is waking
    Our brethren ’neath the western sky,
    And hour by hour fresh lips are making
    Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
  5. So be it, Lord! Thy throne shall never,
    Like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
    Thy kingdom stands and grows for ever,
    Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
John Ellerton (1826-93)
  1. There’s a call comes ringing o’er the restless wave:
    "Send the light, send the light!"
    There are souls to rescue, there are souls to save,
    Send the light, send the light!
    Send the light the blessed gospel light!
    Lei it shine from shore to shore!
    Send the light and let its radiant beams
    Light the world for evermore!
  2. We have heard the Macedonian call today:
    "Send the light, send the light!”
    And our grateful offerings at the cross we lay,
    Send the light, send the light!
  3. Let us pray that grace may everywhere abound,
    Send the light, send the light!
    And a Christ—like spirit everywhere be found,
    Send the light, send the light!
  4. Let us not grow weary in the work of love,
    Send the light, send the light!
    Let us gather jewels for our crown above,
    Send the light, send the light!
Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)
  1. There’s a royal banner given for display
    To the soldiers of the King;
    As an ensign fair we lift it up today,
    While as ransomed ones we sing.
    Marching On! Marching on!
    For Christ count everything but loss;
    And to crown Him King, toil and sing,
    ’Neath the banner of the cross!
  2. Though the foe may rage and gather as the flood,
    Let the standard be displayed!
    And beneath its folds, as soldiers of the Lord,
    For the truth be not dismayed!
  3. Over land and sea, wherever man may dwell
    Make the glorious tidings known
    Of the crimson banner, now the story tell,
    While the Lord shall claim His own.
  4. When the glory dawns — ’tis drawing very near;
    It is hastening day by day,
    Then before our King the foe shall disappear
    And the cross the world shall sway!
Daniel W. Whittle (1840-1901)
Tune R.S. No. 7 chorus
  1. To God be the glory! Great things He hath done;
    So loved He the world that He gave us His Son;
    Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
    And opened the Life-gate that all may go in.
    Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
    Let the earth hear His voice!
    Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
    Let His people rejoice!
    O, come to the Father; through Jesus the Son,
    And give Him the glory!
    Great things He hath done.
  2. O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
    To every believer the free gift of God;
    The vilest offender who truly believes,
    That moment, through Jesus, a pardon receives.
  3. Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
    And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
    But purer, and higher, and greater will be
    Our wonder, our triumph, when Jesus we see.
Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
  1. To the work! to the work! we are servants of God,
    Let us follow the path that our Master has trod;
    With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew,
    Let us do with our might what our hands find to do.
    Toiling on, toiling on, toiling on, toiling on,
    Let us hope and trust, Let us watch and pray,
    And labour till the Master comes.
  2. To the work! to the work! let the hungry be fed;
    To the fountain of life, let the weary be led;
    In the cross and its banner our glory shall be,
    While we herald the tidings, "Salvation is free."
  3. To the work! to the work! there is labour for all,
    For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall,
    And the name of Jehovah exalted shall be
    In the loud swelling chorus, "Salvation is free."
  4. To the work! to the work! pressing on to the end,
    For the harvest will come and the reapers descend;
    And the home of the ransomed our dwelling shall be,
    And our chorus for ever, "Salvation is free."
Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)
  1. We have heard the joyful sound:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Tell the message all around:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Bear the news to every land,
    Climb the steeps and cross the waves,
    Onward, ’tis our Lord’s command:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
  2. Waft it on the rolling tide;
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Tell to sinners far and wide:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Sing, ye islands of the sea!
    Echo back ye ocean Caves!
    Earth shall keep her jubilee,
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
  3. Sing above the toil and strife:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    By His death and endless life,
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Sing it softly through the gloom,
    When the heart for mercy craves;
    Sing in triumph o’er the tomb,
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
  4. Let the trembling sinner hear:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    This will chase away his fear,
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Shout salvation full and free,
    To every strand that ocean laves
    This our song of victory,
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Priscilla J. Owens (1829-1907)
  1. We’ve a story to tell to the nations,
    That shall turn their hearts to the right;
    A story of truth and mercy,
    A story of peace and light,
    A story of peace and light.
    For the darkness shall turn to dawning,
    And the dawning to noon-day bright,
    And Christ’s great kingdom shall come to earth,
    The kingdom of love and light.
  2. We’ve a song to be sung to the nations,
    That shall lift their hearts to the Lord;
    A song that shall conquer evil,
    And shatter the spear and sword,
    And shatter the spear and sword.
  3. We’ve a message to give to the nations,
    That the Lord who reigneth above
    Hath sent us His Son to save us,
    And show us that God is love,
    And show us that God is love.
  4. We’ve a Saviour to show to the nations,
    Who the path of sorrow has trod,
    That all of the world’s great peoples,
    Might come to the truth of God,
    Might come to the truth of God.
Henry Ernest Nichol (1862-1928)
  1. Work, for the night is coming,
    Work through the morning hours;
    Work while the dew is sparkling,
    Work ’mid springing flowers;
    Work when the day grows brighter,
    Under the glowing sun;
    Work, for the night is coming,
    When man’s work is done.
  2. Work, for the night is coming,
    Work through the sunny noon;
    Fill the bright hours with labour,
    Rest comes sure and soon,
    Give to each flying minute
    Something to keep in store;
    Work, for the night is coming,
    When man works no more.
  3. Work, for the night is coming,
    Under the sunset skies;
    While their bright tints are glowing,
    Work for daylight flies.
    Work till the last beam fadeth.
    Fadeth to shine no more;
    Work while the night is darkening,
    When man’s work is o’er.
  1. Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
    And publish abroad His wonderful name;
    The name, all victorious, of Jesus extol;
    His kingdom is glorious and rules over all.
  2. God ruleth on high, almighty to save
    And still He is nigh, His presence we have.
    The great congregation His triumph shall sing,
    Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
  3. Salvation to God Who sits on the throne;
    Let all cry aloud and honour the Son;
    The praises of Jesus all angels proclaim;
    Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
  4. Then let us adore and give Him His right;
    All glory and power, all wisdom and might;
    All honour and blessing, with angels above
    And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love
Charles Wesley (1707-88)