The Gospel Hymn Book (1897)

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#First Line

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 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. Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,
    And as they tune it, fall
    Before His face who formed their choir,
    And crown Him Lord of all.
  3. Ye souls redeemed of Adam’s race,
    Ye ransomed from the Fall.
    Hail Him who saved you by His grace,
    And crown Him Lord of all.
  4. Ye saints 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. O soon with yonder sacred throng
    We at His feet shall fall;
    Join in the everlasting song.
    And crown Him Lord of all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 eye can trace,
    Not aught that mars His work of grace.
  5. O wondrous words! O precious work,
    By which the soul is saved!
    And Thou who did’st it, blessed Lord,
    Hast in my heart engraved
    A Name which must all names displace
    With me, a lost one, saved by grace.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-8-7
  1. None but Christ; His merit hides me,
    He was faultless - I am fair.
    None but Christ; His wisdom guides me;
    He was outcast - I’m His care.
  2. None but Christ; His Spirit seals me,
    Gives me freedom, with control:
    None but Christ; His bruising heals me,
    And His sorrow soothes my soul.
  3. None but Christ; His life sustains me,
    Strength and song to me He is;
    None but Christ! His love constrains me.
    He is mine and I am His.
  4. His while living - His though dying-
    His at judgment’s solemn tryst;
    E’en in heaven on Him relying,
    I will boast of "NONE BUT CHRIST".
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  1. "A LITTLE while" - our Lord shall come,
    And we shall wander here no more;
    He’ll take us to our Father’s home,
    Where He for us hath gone before;
    To dwell with Him, to see His face,
    And sing the glories of His grace.
  2. "A little while" - He’ll come again!
    Let us the precious hours redeem.
    Our only grief to give Him pain,
    Our joy to serve and follow I Him.
    Watching and ready may we be,
    As those who long their Lord to see.
  3. "A little while" - ’twill soon be past!
    Why should we shun the shame and cross?
    O let us in His footsteps haste.
    Counting for Him all else but loss!
    O how will recompense His smile,
    The sufferings of this "little while!"
  4. "A little while" - come, Saviour, come.
    For Thee Thy Church has tarried long:
    Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
    To sing the new eternal song.
    To see Thy glory, and to be
    In everything conformed to Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 bast died.
    Draw me nearer, nearer. nearer blessed Lord,
    To Thy precious bleeding 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. Oh, the pure delight of a single hour,
    That before Thy throne I spend,
    When l 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 riot reach
    Till I rest in peace with Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. BEHOLD, behold the Lamb of God -
    on the cross!
    For us He shed His precious blood
    on the cross!
    Oh, hear the strange expiring cry -
    "Eli lama sabachthani!"
    Draw near and see the Saviour die -
    on the cross.
  2. See, see His arms extended wide -
    on the cross;
    Behold His bleeding hands and side -
    on the cross;
    The sun withholds his rays of light,
    The heavens are clothed in shades of night,
    While Jesus wins the glorious fight -
    on the cross.
  3. Come, sinners, see Him lifted up -
    on the cross.
    He drinks for you the bitter cup -
    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.
  4. And now the mighty deed is done -
    on the cross;
    The battle’s fought, the vict’ry’s won -
    on the cross.
    The rocks do rend, the mountains quake.
    While Jesus doth atonement make
    While Jesus suffers for our sake
    on the cross.
  5. Where’er I go I’ll tell the story
    of the cross!
    In nothing else my soul shall glory -
    save the Cross_
    Yes, this my constant theme shall be,
    Through time and in eternity,
    That Jesus conquered death for me
    on the cross.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. There is a name I love to hear,
    I love to speak its worth;
    It sounds like music in my ear,
    The sweetest name on earth.
  2. It tells me of a Saviour’s love,
    Who died to set me free;
    It tells me of His precious blood,
    The sinner’s perfect plea.
  3. It tells of One, whose loving heart
    Can feel my deepest woe.
    Who in my sorrow bears a part
    That none can bear below.
  4. It bids my trembling heart rejoice,
    It dries each rising tear,
    It tells me in "a still small voice"
    To trust, and not to fear.
  5. Jesus the name I love so well,
    The name I love to bear!
    No saint on earth its worth can tell,
    No heart conceive how dear.
  6. This name shall shed its fragrance still
    Along this thorny road,
    Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
    That leads me up to God.
  7. And there with all the blood-bought throng,
    From sin and sorrow free,
    I’ll sing the new eternal song
    Of Jesus’ love for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. "TILL He come!"—
    Oh, let the words
    Linger on the trembling chords;
    Let the "little while" between
    In their golden light be seen;
    Let us think, how heaven and home
    Lie beyond that "Till He come!"
  2. When the weary ones we love
    Enter on their rest above,
    When their words of love and cheer
    Fall no longer on our ear,
    Hush! be every murmur dumb,
    It is only "Till He come!"
  3. Clouds and darkness round us press.
    Would we have one sorrow less?
    All the sharpness of the cross.
    All that tells the world is loss,
    Death and darkness and the tomb,
    Pain us only "Till He come!"
  4. See the feast of love is spread,
    Drink the wine and eat the bread,
    Sweet memorials, till the Lord
    Call us round His heavenly board.
    Some from earth, from glory some,
    Severed only "Till He come!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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 Father 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," forever shall endure;
    "Whosoever will," ’tis life for evermore,
    "Whosoever will may come."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. BY FAITH I see my Saviour dying on the tree;
    To every nation He is crying, "Look to Me!"
    He bids the guilty now draw near —
    Repent, believe, dismiss their fear;
    Hark! hark! what precious words I hear!
    Mercy’s free.
  2. Did Christ when I was sin pursuing, pity me?
    And did He snatch my soul from ruin; can it be?
    Oh, yes He did salvation bring;
    He is the Prophet, Priest, and King,
    And now my happy soul shall sing;
    Mercy’s free.
  3. Jesus the Mighty God has spoken unto me,
    Now all my chains of sin are broken —I am free.
    Soon as I in His name believed,
    The Holy Spirit I received;
    And Christ from death my soul retrieved;
    Mercy’s free.
  4. And every moment Christ is precious unto me,
    Jehovah still my soul refreshes, Mercy’s free.
    None can describe the bliss I prove
    While through the wilderness I rove;
    All may enjoy the Saviour’s love;
    Mercy’s free.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  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 I have loved so long.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. My God, I have found the thrice blessed ground,
    Where life and where joy and true comfort abound.
    Happy day, happy day,
    Happy day, happy day,
    When Jesus my Saviour
    My sins washed away.
  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.
  7. For soon He will come and take me safe home
    And make me to sit with Himself on His throne.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. SAFE in the arms of Jesus,
    Safe on His gentle breast,
    There by His love o’ershadowed,
    Sweetly my soul shall rest.
  2. Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
    Borne in a song to me,
    Over the fields of glory,
    Over the jasper sea.
  3. Safe in the arms of Jesus,
    Safe from corroding care,
    Safe from the world’s temptations,
    Sin cannot harm me there.
  4. Free from the blight of sorrow,
    Free from my doubts and fears,
    Only a few more trials.
    Only a few more tears!
  5. Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
    Jesus has died for me;
    Firm on the Rock of Ages
    Ever my trust shall be.
  6. Here let me wait with patience,
    Wait till the night is o’er,
    Wait till I see the morning
    Break on the golden shore.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-5
  1. Onward! upward! homeward!
    Joyfully I flee
    From the world of sorrow,
    With my Lord to be;
    Onward to the glory, upward to the prize;
    Homeward to the mansions far above the skies
  2. Onward! upward! homeward!
    Here I find no rest;
    Treading o’er the desert
    Which my Saviour pressed.
  3. Onward! upward! homeward!
    I shall soon be there;
    Soon its joys and pleasures
    I through grace shall share
  4. Onward! upward! homeward!
    Come along with me;
    Ye who love the Saviour
    Bear me company.
  5. Onward! upward! homeward!
    Press with vigour on;
    Yet, "a little while,"
    And the race is won!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-8-6
  1. JUST as Thou art - without one trace
    Of love, or joy, or inward grace.
    Or meetness for the heavenly place -
    O guilty sinner, come!
  2. Burdened with guilt, would’st thou be blest?
    Trust not the world - it gives no rest;
    Christ brings relief to hearts oppressed.
    O weary sinner, come!
  3. Come leave thy burden at the Cross;
    Count all thy gains but empty dross;
    My grace repays all earthly loss -
    O needy sinner, come!
  4. Come hither, bring thy boding fears.
    Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;
    ’Tis mercy s voice salutes thine ears -
    O trembling sinner, come!
  5. "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come,"
    Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come;
    Who faints, who thirsts, who will may come -
    The Saviour bids thee Come.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  1. A DEBTOR to mercy alone
    Of covenant mercy I sing,
    Nor fear with God’s righteousness on,
    My person and offering to bring;
    The terrors of law and of God
    With me can have nothing to do;
    My Saviour’s obedience to blood
    Hides 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 promise 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 will endure,
    As sure as the earnest is given -
    More happy, but not more secure,
    The glorified spirits in heaven.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. Come to the Saviour - come to the Saviour!
    Thou sin-stricken offspring of man!
    He left His throne above
    To reveal His wondrous love.
    And to open a fountain for sin.
  2. Why dost thou linger? Why dost thou linger?
    Oh, when wilt thou haste to be saved?
    Thy time is flying fast,
    And thy day will soon be past,
    Oh, arouse thee, and come to be saved!
  3. Pardon is offered - pardon is offered,
    A pardon full, present, and free;
    Thy mighty debt was paid
    When on Calvary Jesus died,
    To atone for a rebel like thee.
  4. Come to the Fountain-come to the Fountain,
    The Fountain which cleanses the soul;
    ’Tis cleansing far and near.
    And its streams are flowing here;
    Oh believe it and thou art made whole.
  5. I do believe it! I do believe it!
    I’m saved by the blood of the Lamb:
    My happy soul is free,
    For the Lord has pardoned me,
    Hallelujah to Jesus’ name!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE’RE a pilgrim band in a stranger land
    Who are marching from Calvary;
    Where the wondrous Cross, with its gain and loss
    Is the sum of our history.
    There we lost our stand in a death-doomed land.
    As children of wrath by the Fall;
    There we gained a place, as heirs of grace,
    At the feast in the heavenly hall.
  2. So we sing while we haste
    O’er the wide world’s waste,
    Of our home by the crystal sea,
    Where the waving palm,
    And the swelling psalm,
    Fill the air of eternity.
  3. We read of our guilt in the blood that was spilt,
    And we weep o’er the crimson flow;
    But we joy in the grace of the unveiled face
    Of a Father here below.
    And as sons of God, redeemed by blood,
    We hasten from Egypt away,
    We cross the sand to the pleasant land
    And the joys of an endless day.
  4. Our home is with God and the path has been trod
    By the faithful of ages all.
    And us he will bring, as on eagle’s wing,
    To our place in the marriage hall.
    Then, then we shall sing as the bride of the King
    Of the blood that has brought us so nigh.
    To bask in the blaze of the Ancient of Days,
    At the throne far above the sky.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  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’ve nought to regret or to lose.
  2. The path where my Saviour is gone
    Has led tip 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 Thee from on high
    I await till the time Thou shalt come
    To take him Thou hast led by Thine eye,
    To Thyself in Thine 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. JESUS I am never weary
    Looking on Thy cross and shame;
    Gazing there I seem so near Thee,
    Dear to me each throb of pain.
    Ever near Thee,
    Ling’ring here I would remain.
  2. Little cared I for the anguish
    Of Thy bitter, bitter cry:
    Left alone, O Lord, to languish,
    None to share Thy parting sigh.
    All forsaken;
    Left alone, O Lord, to die.
  3. Precious Saviour! I have found Thee
    All my utmost need required.
    In Thyself, O Lord, Thou’st found me
    All Thy loving heart desired.
    I would praise Thee
    From my soul by love inspired.
  4. All my sins were laid upon Thee,
    All my guilt was on Thee laid,
    For the blood of Thine atonement
    All my utmost debt has paid.
    Blessed Saviour.
    I believe, for thou hast said.
  5. Both Thine arms are clasped around me
    And my head is on Thy breast:
    For my weary soul has found Thee
    Such a perfect, perfect rest.
    Blessed Saviour,
    Now I know that I am blest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. COME ye sinners, poor and wretched,
    Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
    Jesus ready stands to save you.
    Full of pity, joined with power;
    He is able,
    He is willing, doubt no more.
  2. Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
    God’s free bounty glorify;
    True belief and true repentance,
    Every grace that brings us nigh Without money,
    Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
  3. Let not conscience make you linger,
    Nor of fitness fondly dream;
    All the fitness He requireth
    Is to know your need of Him. This He gives you;
    ’Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.
  4. Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
    Lost and ruined by the Fail;
    If you tarry till you’re better,
    You will never come at all.
    Not the righteous --
    Sinners, Jesus came to call.
  5. Agonizing in the garden,
    Lo! your Maker prostrate lies;
    On the bloody tree behold Him!
    Hear Him cry before He dies,
    "It is finished!"
    Sinner, will not this suffice?
  6. Lo! th’ Incarnate God, ascended,
    Pleads the merit of His blood,
    Venture on Him, venture wholly,
    Let no other trust intrude.
    None but Jesus
    Can do helpless sinners good.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. "NO condemnation!" - O my soul,
    ’Tis God that speaks the word -
    Perfect in comeliness art Thou
    In Christ thy risen Lord.
  2. In Heaven His blood for ever speaks
    In God the Father’s ear;
    His Church, the jewels on His heart,
    Jesus will ever bear.
  3. "No condemnation!" precious word!
    Consider it, my soul;
    Thy sins were all on Jesus laid,
    His stripes have made thee whole.
  4. Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes
    On Christ, the spotless Lamb;
    So shall we love Thy gracious will,
    And glorify Thy name.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. PASSING onward, quickly passing;
    Yes, but whither, whither bound?
    Is it to the many mansions,
    Where eternal rest is found?
    Passing onward -
    Yes, but whither, whither bound?
  2. Passing onward, quickly passing,
    Nought the wheels of time can stay!
    Sweet the thought that some are going
    To the realms of perfect day.
    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 -
    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,
    ’Tis by ME that life is won."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-6
  1. O CHRIST what burdens bow’d Thy head?
    Our load was laid on Thee!
    Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead -
    To bear all ill for me;
    A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
    Now there’s no load for me.
  2. Death and the curse were in our cup -
    O Christ ’twas full for Thee;
    But thou hast drained the last dark drop,
    ’Tis empty now for me.
    Thine own free will bore all the ill,
    Now life and peace for me.
  3. Jehovah bade His sword awake,
    O Christ it woke ’gainst Thee;
    Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,
    Thy heart its sheath must be;
    ALL for my sake, my peace to make;
    Now sleeps that sword for me.
  4. The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
    O Christ, it broke on Thee!
    Thine open bosom was my ward,
    It braved the storm for me.
    Thy form was scarr’d, Thy visage man’ d,
    Now cloudless peace for me.
  5. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
    And I have died in Thee;
    Thou’rt risen. my bands are all untied,
    And now Thou liv’st in me.
    The Father’s face, of radiant grace,
    Shines now in light on me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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 nigh, so very nigh 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 for 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  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 malefactor 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  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.
  2. ’Tis done -the great transaction’s done:
    I am my Lord’s and He is mine;
    He drew me and I followed on.
    Charm’d to confess the voice Divine.
  3. Now rest, my long-divided heart,
    Fix’d on this blissful centre, rest;
    Nor ever from my Lord depart,
    With Him of every good possessed.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 pardon’d 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 ventur’d
    On the atoning blood,
    The Holy Spirit enter’d,
    And I was born of God.
    Now Christ is my salvation -
    What can I covet more?
    I fear no condemnation,
    My Father’s wrath is o’er.
  3. By floods and flames surrounded,
    I now my way pursue;
    Nor shall I be confounded
    With glory in my view;
    I taste a heavenly pleasure,
    And need 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,
    While 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, plodding one,
    Wherefore toil you so?
    Cease your doing, all was done
    Long, long ago.
  4. Till to Jesus Christ 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THROUGH my hand no nail is driven,
    On my brow no thorns are worn,
    In my side there is no spear-wound
    Jesus all my sins hath borne.
  2. His the nails relentless driven,
    Mine the peace by Him procured;
    For this soul with sin so burdened.
    Freed in mercy - love allured.
  3. His the crown of thorns sharp-piercing,
    Mine the peace for aye to last;
    Mine the crown of fadeless glory
    At His blessed feet to cast.
  4. His the spear His dear side wounding,
    Mine the peace with God thus made,
    Sinless He - and yet sin-bearing -
    All our sins on Him were laid.
  5. ’Neath thy cross I stand and worship,
    Suffering man, yet conquering God!
    Resting on Thy death-atonement,
    Weary, I lay down my load.
  6. Cease, my soul, thy restless striving;
    Christ’s atoning work is done;
    Seek to run the race with patience,
    At the cross in faith begun.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. The veil is rent! our souls draw near
    Unto the throne of grace;
    The merits of the Lord appear,
    They fill the holy place.
  2. His precious blood has spoken there,
    Before and on the throne;
    And His own wounds in heaven declare
    Th’ atoning work is done.
  3. "’Tis finished!" on the cross, He said,
    In agonies and blood;
    ’Tis finished! now He lives to plead
    Before the face of God.
  4. ’Tis finished! here the souls have rest,
    His work can never fail;
    By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
    We pass within the veil.
  5. Within the holiest of all,
    Cleansed by His precious blood,
    Before the throne we prostrate fall,
    And worship Thee, O God.
  6. Boldly the heart and voice we raise,
    His blood, His name our plea;
    Assured our prayers and songs of praise
    Ascend by Christ to Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I There is a fountain filled with blood,
    Drawn from Immanuel’s veins.
    And sinners plunged beneath that flood
    Lose all their guilty stains-
  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 ransom’d 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 Father’s ears
    No other name but Thine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. There is life through 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 that was naiid to the tree.
  2. 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.
  3. His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen -
    His cry of distress hast thou heard?
    Then, why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
    Should pardon to thee be deferred?
  4. "We are healed by His stripes," Would’st thou add to the word?
    And He is thy righteousness made;
    The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on,
    Oh’ could’st 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 appear’d
    And completed the work He begun.
  6. But take with rejoicing from Jesus at once
    The life everlasting He gives,
    And know, with assurance, thou never can’st die,
    Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. O JESUS, O Jesus, 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, my Jesus, Thy flowing wounds appear;
    Oh! depths of grace and mercy, to these 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. I’m coming, I’m coming, Lord Jesus, to Thy Throne,
    A few more fleeting hours and I shall be at home,
    And when I reach the pearly gates, then I’ll put in this plea
    "Admit a ransomed sinner, for Jesus died for me."
  5. In glory, in glory, "for ever with the Lord,"
    I’ll tune my harp and with the saints I’ll sing with loud accord,
    And as I strike the golden strings, this all my song shall be
    "I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died for me."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I AM so glad that our Father in heaven,
    Tells of His love in the book He has given;
    Wonderful things in the Bible I see -
    This is the dearest that Jesus loves me.
    I am so glad that Jesus loves me -
    Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me,
    I am so glad that Jesus loves me -
    Jesus loves even me.
  2. Though I forget Him and wander away,
    Still He doth love me wherever I stray;
    Back to His dear loving arms do I flee,
    When I remember that Jesus loves me.
  3. Oh if there’s only one song I can sing,
    When in His beauty I see the great King,
    This shall my song in eternity be:
    "Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!"
  4. Jesus loves me: and I know I love Him,
    Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem;
    Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree,
    Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me!
  5. If one should ask of me, how can I tell;
    Glory to Jesus, I know very well!
    God’s Holy Spirit with mine doth agree
    Constantly witnessing Jesus loves me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  1. JESUS! ’tis He who once below
    Man’s pathway trod,’mid pain and woe;
    And burdened ones where’er He came,
    Brought out their sick, and deaf and lame;
    The blind rejoiced to hear the cry -
    "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
  2. Again He comes! From place to place
    His holy footprints we can trace,
    He pauseth at our threshold - nay,
    He enters - condescends to stay.
    Shall we not gladly raise the cry -
    "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
  3. Ho! all ye heavy laden, come!
    Here’s pardon, comfort, rest, and home;
    Ye wanderers from a Father’s face,
    Return, accept His proffered grace.
    Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh--
    "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
  4. But if thou still this call refuse,
    And His wondrous love abuse,
    Soon will He sadly from you turn,
    Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn.
    "Too late! too late!" will be the cry -
    "Jesus of Nazareth has passed by."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I HEAR the Saviour say
    Thy strength indeed is small:
    Child of weakness, watch and pray -
    Find in Me thine all in all.
    Jesus paid it all -
    all to Him I owe;
    Sin had left a crimson stain,
    He washed me white as snow.
  2. Lord, now, indeed, I find
    Thy power, and Thine alone,
    Can change the leper’s spots,
    And melt the heart of stone.
  3. For nothing good had I
    Whereby Thy grace to claim,
    I’ve washed my garments white
    In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
  4. When at my Saviour’s call
    My ransomed soul shall rise,
    Then "Jesus paid it all"
    Shall rend the vaulted skies.
  5. And when before the throne
    I stand in Him complete,
    I’ll lay my trophies down
    All down at Jesus’ feet.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. LORD! to Thee my heart ascending
    For Thy mercy full and free,
    Sings its thanks for grace transcending,
    Grace vouchsafed to sinful me
    -Even me.
  2. Holy Father! who, with yearning
    Of eternal love, did’st see
    Hatred in my bosom burning;
    Thou did’st give Thy Son for me
    -Even me.
  3. Precious Saviour! Great Redeemer;
    Praise, eternal praise to Thee!
    Though so long a wandering sinner,
    Thou halt kindly welcomed me
    -Even me.
  4. But I’m lost in joyful wondering,
    And I say - Oh! can it be
    That there will be no more sundering
    ’Twix my blessed Lord and me
    - Even me.
  5. Can it be, that I, an alien,
    Now a child shall ever be?
    Can it be that, all forgiven,
    Glory is prepared for me
    - Even me?.
  6. Yes! for Jesus liveth ever,
    And His blood hath made me free;
    From His-love no foe can sever,
    For He gave Himself for me
    -Even me.
  7. Lord! I thank Thee for salvation -
    Grace so mighty and so free;
    Take my all in consecration,
    Glorify Thyself in me - Even me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. I AM trusting in the cross,
    I have full salvation found;
    Earthly things I count but dross,
    May Thy grace in me abound.
    I am trusting, Lord in Thee,
    Blessed Lamb of Calvary,
    Lowly at Thy feet 1 bow,
    Jesus saves me, saves me now.
  2. Long my heart has sighed for Thee,
    Long has evil reigned d me, ,
    But thy blood has
    Washed me from all stain of sin.
  3. Lord, I give myself to Thee,
    Hold me with Thy mighty hand;
    Help me ever, Lord, to be
    Pilgrim to the better land.
  4. In Th promises I trust,
    In Thy precious word confide;
    I am prostrate in the dust;
    I with Christ was crucified.
  5. Jesus lives - He fills my soul,
    Perfected in Him I am;
    I am every whit made whole,
    Glory, glory to the Lamb.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  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. Oh! 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 safer stand,
    Not e’en where glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel’s land.
  3. Oh, 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 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 lustred with His love:
    I’ll bless the hand that guided,
    I’ll bless the heart that planned,
    When throned where glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel’s land.
  5. The bride eyes not her garment,
    But her dear bridegroom’s face;
    I will not gaze at glory,
    But on the King of Grace -
    Not at the crown He giveth,
    But on His pierced hand;
    The Lamb is all the glory
    Of Immanuel’s land.
    Part II
  6. THE sweet Red Rose of Sharon
    Unfolds its heart-most bloom.
    And fills the air of heaven
    With ravishing perfume!
    O, to behold its blossom
    While by its fragrance fann’d
    Where glory, glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel’s ]and.
  7. I’ve wrestled on t’ward heaven,
    ’Gainst storm, and wind, and tide;
    Now like a weary trav’ler
    That leaneth on his guide,
    Amid the shades of ev’ning,
    While sinks life’s ling’ring sand —
    I hail the glory dawning
    From Immanuel’s land.
  8. O well it is, for ever —
    Yes, well for evermore,
    My nest hangs in no forest
    Of all this death-doomed shore;
    Yea — let the vain world vanish,
    As from the ship the strand
    While glory, glory dwelleth
    In Immanuel’s land.
  9. Deep waters cross’d life’s pathway,
    The hedge of thorns was sharp;
    Now these lie all behind me —
    O for a well-tuned harp
    To join the hallelujah
    Of yon triumphant band
    Who sing where glory dwelleth,
    In Immanuel’s land.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. I HEAR the words of love;
    I gaze upon the blood;
    I see the mighty sacrifice,
    And I have peace with God.
  2. ’Tis everlasting peace,
    Sure as Jehovah’s name;
    ’Tis stable as His steadfast throne —
    For evermore the same.
  3. The clouds may go and come,
    And storms may sweep the sky;
    This blood-seal’d friendship changes not,
    The cross is ever nigh.
  4. My love is oft-times low,
    My joy still ebbs and flows,
    But peace with Him remains the same,
    No change Jehovah knows.
  5. I change - He changes not;
    My Christ can never die;
    His love - not mine - the resting place;
    His truth - not mine - the tie.
  6. That which can shake the cross
    May shake the peace it gave,
    Which tells me Christ has never died,
    Or never left the grave!
  7. Till then my peace is sure,
    It will not, cannot yield,
    Jesus, I know has died and lives -
    On this firm rock I build.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. OURS are peace and joy divine,
    Who are one with Christ,
    When like branches in the vine -
    We abide in Christ.
    As a living grafted shoot
    Nourished from a hidden root,
    We may bear all holy fruit
    Through "The Love of Christ"
    Love of Christ - Love of Christ -
    Clusters grow on every branch,
    Through "The Love of Christ."
  2. Christian pity moves our heart,
    Through "the Love of Christ;"
    Others’ woes pierce like a dart,
    When there’s love to Christ;
    Gospel tidings we must tell -
    Sinners warn to flee from hell -
    Lure and win - alarm, compel,
    By "The Love of Christ;"
    Love of Christ - Love of Christ -
    Heaven’s ranks we’ll seek to swell,
    For "The Love of Christ"
  3. We will love with tender care -
    Knowing love to Christ -
    Brethren who His image bear -
    For "the Love of Christ."
    "Jesus only," shall we know,
    And our love to all shall flow
    In His blood-bought Church below,
    For "The Love of Christ"
    Love of Christ - Love of Christ -
    We now love all Christ-like ones
    For "The Love of Christ."
  4. Now we live and walk by faith,
    Through "the Love of Christ,"
    We can triumph over death,
    One in life with Christ;
    Rooted, settled, knowing more,
    Depths and heights of love explore,
    Till we gain the heavenly shore -
    Through "The Love of Christ"
    Love of Christ - Love of Christ -
    When He comes we then shall know
    All "The Love of Christ".
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. PRECIOUS Saviour, Thou halt saved me,
    Thine and only Thine I am;
    Oh, the cleansing blood has reached me,
    Glory, glory to the Lamb.
    Glory, glory, Jesus saved me,
    Glory, glory, to the Lamb;
    Oh, the cleansing blood has reached me,
    Glory, glory to the Lamb.
  2. Long my yearning heart was trying
    To enjoy this perfect rest,
    But I gave all trying over,
    Simply trusting, I was blessed.
  3. Consecrated to Thy service
    I would live and wait for Thee,
    Ready for my Master’s coming,
    Ready - yes, my Lord to see.
  4. Blessed Lord for Thee we’re waiting,
    With our lamps, outside the door;
    Till the Bride is with the Bridegroom
    In the glory evermore.
  5. Yes, we almost hear Thy footfall
    On the threshold of the door;
    Come, oh come then, precious Saviour,
    Take us home for evermore.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4.
  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.
    Precious 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 bath 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  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!
    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 the Saviour King of Kings.
  3. Sinners in derision crowned Him,
    Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;
    Saints a angels crowd around Him,
    Own His title, praise His name:
    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!
    Oh! what joy the sight affords!
    Crown Him! Crown Him!
    King of Kings. and Lord of Lords.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. JESUS! that name is love
    Jesus, our Lord!
    Jesus, all names above
    Jesus, the Lord!
    Thou, Lord, our all must be;
    Nothing that’s good have we;
    Nothing apart from Thee
    Jesus, our Lord!
  2. Thou, Son of God, it was-
    Jesus, the Lord!
    Thou gavest Thy life for us
    Jesus, our Lord!
    Great was indeed Thy love,
    All other loves above;
    Love Thou did’st dearly prove -
    Jesus, our Lord!
  3. Righteous alone in Thee -
    Jesus, the Lord!
    Thou wilt a refuge be-
    Jesus, our Lord!
    Who, then, have we to fear,
    What trouble, grief, or care;
    Since Thou art ever near -
    Jesus, our Lord?
  4. Soon Thou wilt come again -
    Jesus, our Lord!
    We shall be happy then -
    Jesus, our Lord!
    When Thine own face we see,
    Then shall we like Thee be;
    Then evermore with Thee -
    Jesus, our Lord!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. RISE, my soul! behold ’tis Jesus,
    Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;
    See Him now in glory seated,
    Where thy sins no more can rise.
  2. There in righteousness transcendent,
    Lo, He doth in heaven appear,
    Shows the Blood of His atonement
    As thy title to be there.
  3. All thy sins were laid upon Him,
    Jesus bore them on the tree;
    God who knew them laid them on Him,
    And, believing, thou art free.
  4. God now brings thee to His dwelling,
    Spreads for thee His feast divine,
    Bids thee welcome, ever telling
    What a portion there is thine.
  5. In that circle of God’s favour
    (Circle of the Father’s love),
    All is rest - and rest for ever -
    All is perfectness above.
  6. Blessed, glorious word -"forever"
    Yea, "forever" is the word;
    Nothing can the ransomed sever,
    Nought divide them from the Lord.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. JESUS, I my cross have taken,
    All to leave and follow Thee;
    Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
    Thou, from hence, my all shalt be,
    Perish every fond ambition,
    All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,
    Yet how rich is my condition,
    God and heaven are still my own.
  2. Let the world despise or leave me,
    They have left my Saviour, too.
    Human hearts and looks deceive me;
    Thou art not, like them, untrue.
    Oh, ’tis not in grief to ha" me,
    While Thy love is left to me,
    Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
    Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
  3. Haste, my soul, from grace to glory,
    Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
    Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
    God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
    Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
    Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
    Hope shall change to full fruition,
    Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. THROUGH Thy precious body broken
    inside the veil,
    Oh, what words to sinners spoken
    inside the veil,
    Precious as the blood that bought us,
    Perfect as the love that sought us;
    Holy as the Lamb that brought us
    inside the veil.
  2. When we see Thy love unshaken
    outside the camp,
    Scorn’d by man, by God forsaken
    outside the camp,
    Thy lov’d cross alone can charm US!
    Shame doth now no more alarm us;
    Glad we follow, nought can harm us
    outside the camp.
  3. Lamb of God, through Thee we enter
    inside the veil.
    Cleansed by Thee we boldly venture
    inside the veil.
    Not a stain; a new creation;
    Ours is such a full salvation;
    Low we bow in adoration
    inside the veil.
  4. Unto Thee the homeless stranger
    outside the camp,
    Forth we hasten, fear no danger
    outside the camp.
    Thy reproach far richer treasure
    Than all Egypt’s boasted pleasure;
    Drawn by love that knows no measure
    outside the camp.
  5. Soon Thy saints shall all be gather’d
    inside the veil,
    All at home — no more be scatter’d
    inside the veil,
    Nought from Thee our hearts shall sever;
    We shall see Thee; grieve Thee never;
    Praise the Lamb! shall sound for ever
    inside the veil.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L. M.
  1. NOW in a song of grateful praise
    To my blest Lord my voice I’ll raise;
    With all the saints I’ll join to tell —
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
  2. All worlds His glorious power confess,
    His wisdom all His works express,
    But oh, His love, what tongue can tell?
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
  3. How sovereign, wonderful and free,
    Has been His love to sinful me!
    He plucked me from the jaws of hell,
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
  4. And since my soul has known His love,
    What mercies has He made me prove;
    Mercies which do all praise excel,
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
  5. Though many a fiery, flaming dart
    The tempter levels at my heart,
    With this I all his rage repel,
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
  6. And when to that bright world I rise,
    And join the anthems of the skies,
    Above the rest this note shall swell,
    My Jesus hath done all things well.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C. M.
  1. WITH steady pace the pilgrim moves
    Towards the blissful shore,
    And sings with cheerful heart and voice
    "’Tis better on before."
  2. His passage through a desert lies,
    Where furious lions roar;
    He takes his staff and smiling says,
    "’Tis better on before."
  3. When tempted to forsake his God,
    And give the contest o’er,
    He hears a voice which says,
    "Look up! ’Tis better on before."
  4. When stern affliction clouds his cheek,
    And want stands at the door,
    Hope cheers him with her sunniest note,
    "’Tis better on before."
  5. And if on Jordan’s bank he stands,
    And sees the radiant shore,
    Bright angels whisper, "Come away!
    "’Tis better on before."
  6. And so it is, for high in heaven
    They never suffer more;
    Eternal calm succeeds the storm,
    "’Tis better on before,"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. I AM waiting for the dawning
    Of the bright and blessed day,
    When the darksome night of sorrow
    Shall have vanished far away,
    When for ever with the Saviour,
    Far beyond this vale of tears,
    I shall swell the song of worship
    Through the everlasting years.
  2. I am looking at the brightness -
    See, it shineth from afar
    Of the clear and joyous beaming
    Of the "Bright and Morning Star."
    Through the dark grey mist of morning
    Do I see its glorious light;
    Then away with every shadow
    Of this sad and weary night.
  3. I am waiting for the coming
    Of the Lord who died for me;
    Oh, His words have thrilled my spirit:
    "I will come again for thee.’
    I can almost hear His footfall
    On the threshold of the door,
    And my heart, my heart is longing
    To be with Him evermore.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, 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 confest,
    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, crown’d, 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 e’er to-morrow
    Thou wilt weep and praise and pray.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. O LORD, who now art seated
    Above the heavens on high
    (The gracious work completed
    For which Thou cam’st to die).
    To Thee our hearts are lifted
    While pilgrims wand’ring here,
    For Thou alone art gifted
    Our every weight to bear
  2. We know that Thou hast bought us,
    And washed us in Thy blood:
    We know Thy race has brought us
    As kings and priests to God:
    We know that soon the morning,
    Long looked for, hasteth near,
    When we, at Thy returning,
    In glory shall appear.
  3. O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded!
    So full, so vast, so free!
    Our thoughts are all confounded
    Whene e’r we think on Thee:
    For us Thou cam’st from heaven,
    For us to bleed and die;
    That, purchased and forgiven,
    We might ascend on high.
  4. O let this love constrain us
    To give our hearts to Thee,
    Let nothing henceforth pain us,
    But that. which paineth Thee,
    Our joy, our one endeavour,
    Through suffering, conflict, shame
    To serve Thee, gracious Saviour,
    And magnify Thy name.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. FREE from the law, oh, happy condition!
    Jesus hath bled, and there is remission;
    Curs’d 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," oh, hear His sweet call,
    Come, and He’ll save you once for all.
  3. Children of God, oh, glorious calling,
    Surely His grace will keep us from falling,
    Passing from death to life at His call,
    Blessed salvation once for all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
    And did my Sovereign die?
    Would he devote that sacred head
    For such a worm as I?
    Oh, the blood of Jesus,
    the precious blood of Jesus,
    Oh, the blood of Jesus,
    it cleanseth from all sin.
  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 Christ the mighty Maker died
    For man, the creature’s sin.
  4. Well might I hide my blushing face
    While His dear cross appears;
    Dissolve my heart in thankfullness,
    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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-5
  1. JESUS is our Shepherd, wiping every tear
    Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear?
    Only let us follow whither He doth lead,
    To the thirsty desert or the dewy mead.
  2. Jesus is our Shepherd; well we know His voice;
    How its gentlest whisper makes our hearts rejoice;
    Even when He chideth, tender is its tone,
    None but He shall guide us, we are His alone.
  3. Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep He bled!
    Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed;
    Then on each He setteth His own secret sign,
    "They that have My Spirit, these," saith He. "are Mine."
  4. Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm.
    Though the wolves may raven, none can do us harm;
    If we tread death’s valley, dark with fearful gloom,
    We will fear no evil, victors o’er the tomb.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. When I survey the wondrous Cross
    On which the Prince of Glory died,
    My richest gain I count but loss,
    And pour contempt on all my pride,
  2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
    Save in the cross of Christ, my God;
    All the vain things that charm me most
    I sacrifice them to His blood.
  3. See from His head, His hands, His feet,
    Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
    Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
    Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
  4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
    That were an offering far too small:
    Love so amazing, so divine,
    Demands my heart, my life, my all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. WHEN He cometh, when He cometh,
    To make up His jewels,
    All His jewels, precious jewels,
    His loved and His own.
    Like the stars of the morning,
    His bright crown adorning,
    They shall shine in their beauty,
    bright gems for His crown.
  2. He will gather, He will gather
    The gems for His kingdom!
    All the pure ones, all the bright ones,
    His loved and His own.
  3. Little children, little children,
    Who love their Redeemer,
    Are the jewels, precious jewels,
    His loved and His own.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HAVE ye counted the cost,
    Have ye counted the cost,
    Ye warriors of the Cross?
    Are ye fixed in your heart for your Master’s sake,
    To suffer all earthly loss?
    Can you bear the scoff of the worldly-wise,
    As ye pass by pleasure’s bower,
    To watch with your Lord on the mountain top
    Through the dreary midnight hour?
  2. Ye may drink of His cup!
    Ye may drink of His cup!
    And in His baptism share!
    Ye shall not fail, if ye tread in His steps,
    His blood-stained cross to bear!
    But count ye the cost, oh! count ye the cost!
    That ye be not unprepared!
    And know ye the strength that alone can stand
    In the conflict ye have dared!
  3. In the power of His might!
    In the power of His might!
    Who was made through weakness strong.
    Ye shall overcome in the fearful fight! And sing His victory song!
    By the "Blood of the Lamb," " by the "Blood of the Lamb,"
    By the faithful witness word;
    Not loving lives unto death for Him.
    Ye shall triumph with your Lord.
  4. Oh! the banner of love!
    Oh! the banner of love!
    It will cost you a pang to hold!
    But ’twill float in triumph the field above
    Though your heart’s blood stains its folds!
    Ye may count the cost! ye may count the cost
    Of all this world’s vain show:
    But the riches of Christ ye cannot count,
    His love ye cannot know!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 bitter sorrow that He bore,
    And oh, that 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. A LITTLE talk with Jesus,
    How it smooths the rugged road!
    How it seems to help me onward
    When I faint beneath my load;
    When my heart is crushed with sorrow
    And my eyes with tears are dim,
    There’s nought can yield me comfort
    Like a little talk with Him.
  2. I tell Him I am weary,
    And I fain would be at rest,
    That I’m daily, hourly longing
    For a home upon His breast!
    And He answers me so sweetly,
    In tones of tenderest love
    A am coming soon to take thee
    To my happy home above."
  3. Ah! this is what I’m wanting,
    His blessed face to see;
    And I’m not afraid to say it,
    I know He’s wanting me;
    He gave His life a ransom
    To make me all His own;
    And He can’t forget His promise
    To me, His purchased one.
  4. I cannot live without Him,
    Nor would I if I could;
    He is my daily portion,
    My medicine and my food;
    He’s altogether lovely,
    None can with Him compare.
    The chief among ten thousand,
    The fairest of the fair.
  5. I often feel impatient,
    And mourn His long delay;
    I never can be settled
    While He remains away-,
    But we shall not long be parted,
    For I know He’ll quickly come,
    And we shall dwell together
    In that happy, happy home.
  6. So I’ll wait a little longer
    Till His appointed time,
    And glory inthe knowledge
    That such a hope is mine;
    Then in my Father’s dwelling,
    Where "many mansions be,"
    I’ll sweetly talk with Jesus,
    And He. shall talk with me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
  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 awhile,
    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.
  4. Oh! leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul,
    Tell not half the story, but the whole,
    Worlds and worlds are hanging on His hand,
    Life and death are waiting His command;
    Yet His tender bosom makes thee room -
    Oh, come home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  1. OH! I am happy all the day
    Since Jesus washed my sins away;
    In my old ways no joy I see,
    ’Tis now the Christ of God for me.
    The Christ of God for me, for me,
    The Lamb who died on Calvary;
    The Christ of God for me, for me,
    Let this my song for ever be.
  2. In earth’s vain joys I find no charm
    Although they ask me what’s the harm;
    I tell them that by Calvary’s tree
    The world is crucified to me.
  3. My old companions think me queer
    And wonder why I have no fear
    Of judgement and eternity,
    Ah no! for Christ has set me free.
  4. The world and its vain songs no more
    Can fill the heart they filled before,
    And since my Jesus reigns within,
    The song that’s ever new I sing.
  5. And thus I wait till He shall come,
    And He Himself shall take me home
    To sing through all eternity,
    The Christ of God for me, for me!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. Christ has died upon the tree;
    Hallelujah to the Lamb!
    Come and praise the Lord with me,
    Glory to the Bleeding Lamb!
    The Lamb, the Lamb, the Bleeding Lamb;
    I love the sound of Jesus’ name;
    It sets my spirit in a flame;
    Glory to the Bleeding Lamb!
  2. I know my sins are all forgiven,
    Hallelujah to the Lamb.
    And I am on my way to heaven,
    Glory to the Bleeding Lamb!
  3. His blood has washed my sins away,
    Hallelujah to the Lamb!
    And I can sing as well as pray,
    Glory to the Bleeding Lamb!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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!
    Oh! what peace we often forfeit,
    Oh! 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. Blessed Jesus, Thou bast 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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, oh sing of my Redeemer,
    With His blood He purchased me;
    On the cross He sealed my pardon
    Paid the 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 bath brought me,
    Son of God, with Him to be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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,
  2. Oh, the crowning day is coming,
    Is coming by-and-by!
    When our Lord shall come in "power"
    And "glory" from on high!
    Oh the glorious sight will gladden
    Each waiting, watchful eye,
    In the crowning day that’s coming
  3. The heav’ns 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
  4. Our pain shall then be over
    We’ll sin and sigh no more,
    Behind us all of sorrow,
    And nought but joy before:
    A joy in our Redeemer,
    As we to Him are nigh,
    In the crowning day that’s coming
  5. Let all that 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
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-8-5
  1. STOP, thou heavy-laden stranger,
    In thy dark benighted road;
    Thou art in the path of danger,
    And it leads from God.
    Clouds and darkness are around thee;
    Great and many are thy foes;
    Satan with his chain has bound thee,
    This the Saviour knows
  2. Jesus’ loving heart yearns o’er thee
    And His arms would thee embrace;
    See what wondrous love and glory
    Beam in His dear face!
    He can meet thy soul so wretched,
    And can heal thy deepest woes;
    Lo! His hand is still outstretched,
    This His own word shows.
  3. Come, saith Jesus,come unto Me,
    Lean thy head upon My breast;
    Peace sweet peace I will speak to thee,
    And give perfect rest;
    As the Shepherd I will feed thee
    Where the tender pastures grow,
    And by living waters lead thee,
    Safe from every foe.
  4. Then "within the veil" for ever
    Thou shalt worship and adore,
    Soon to pass beyond the river,
    To fair Canaan’s shore.
    Nothing more shall then distress thee
    In that land of sweet repose;
    Jesus stands engaged to bless thee
    This Jehovah knows.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 around the King,
    And hail Him blessed Jesus;
    For there’s no word ear ever heard,
    So dear, so sweet, as Jesus.
  2. His human name they did proclaim,
    When Abraham’s Son they sealed Him,
    The name that still, by God’s good will,
    "Deliverer" reveals Him.
  3. And when He hung upon the tree.
    They wrote His name above Him,
    That all might see the reason we
    For evermore must love Him.
  4. At God’s right hand exalted now,
    It God His Father pleases.
    That every knee to Him should bow,
    And own their Lord is JESUS.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH! Jesus let Thy mercy throw
    Its guardian shadows o’er me,
    Protect me while I’m here below,
    And bring me safe to glory.
    I’m weaker than a bruised reed,
    I cannot do without Thee;
    I want Thee in each hour of need,
    I’ll want thee when in glory.
  2. And though my efforts here to praise
    Are often cold and lowly,
    A nobler, sweeter song I’ll raise
    With all Thy saints in glory:
    I’ll cast my trophies at Thy feet,
    I’ll worship and adore Thee,
    Whose precious blood has made me meet
    To dwell with God in glory.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. REPEAT the story o’er and o’er,
    Of grace so full and free;
    I love to hear it more and more
    Since grace has rescued me.
    The half was never told,
    The half was never told,
    Of race divine. so wonderful,
    The half was never told.
  2. Of peace I only knew the name,
    Nor found my soul its rest,
    Until the voice of Jesus came
    To calm my troubled breast.
  3. My highest place is lying low
    At my Redeemer’s feet;
    No real joy on earth I know
    But in His service sweet.
  4. And oh! what rapture shall it be,
    With all the saints above.
    To sing through all eternity
    The wonders of His love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 thro’
    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 the one who had gone astray
    Ere the Shepherd could bring him back;"
    "Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?"
    "They are pierced to-night 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,"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TWILL not be long-our journey here;
    Each broken sigh and falling tear
    Will soon be gone, and all will be
    A cloudless sky, a waveless sea.
    Roll on ... dark stream!
    We dread not thy foam;
    The pilgrim is longing for Home, Sweet Home!
  2. ’Twill not be long! the yearning heart
    May feel its every hope depart,
    And grief be mingled with its song:
    We’ll meet again, ’Twill not be long!
  3. Though sad we mark the closing eye
    Of those we loved in days gone by,
    Yet sweet in death their latest song -
    "We’ll meet again, ’Twill not be long!"
  4. These chequered wilds, with thorns o’erspread,
    Through which our way so oft is led -
    This march of time, if way be strong,
    Will end in bliss! ’Twill not be long!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "Go work in my vineyard:" there’s plenty to do;
    The harvest is great and the labourers are few,
    There’s weeding and fencing, and clearing roots,
    And ploughing, and sowing, and gathering the fruits.
    There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy,
    All ages and ranks I can fully employ;
    I’ve sheep to be tended and lambs to be fed;
    The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led.
    Go work in My vineyard; there’s plenty to do;
    The harvest is great, and the labourers are few.
  2. "Go work in My vineyard:" I claim thee as Mine,
    With blood did I buy thee and all that is thine --
    Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers,
    Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours,
    I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee,
    The song of archangels, to hang on the tree,
    In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame,
    I paid thy full ransom; My purchase I claim.
  3. "Go work in My vineyard:" oh, work while ’tis day,
    The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away,
    And night’s gloomy shadows are gathering fast;
    Then the time for our labour shall ever be past.
    Begin in the morning and toil all the day,
    Thy strength I’ll supply, and thy wages I’ll pay;
    And blessed, thrice blessed, the diligent few,
    Who finish the labour I’ve given them to do.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-7-7-6
  1. FOR the bread and for the wine,
    For the pledge that seals Him mine,
    For the words of love divine,
    We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
  2. Only bread and only wine,
    Yet to faith the solemn sign
    Of the heavenly and divine!
    We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
  3. For the words that turn our eye
    To the cross of Calvary,
    Bidding us in faith draw nigh,
    We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
  4. For the words that tell of home,
    Pointing us beyond the tomb,
    "Do ye this until I come,"
    We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
  5. For that coming here foreshown,
    For that day to man unknown,
    For the glory and the throne,
    We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  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 the people rejoice!
    Oh, 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 promise of God;
    The vilest offender who truly believes
    That moment from 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 transport, when Jesus we see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. Have you on the Lord believed?
    Still there’s more to follow;
    Of His grace have you received?
    Still there’s more to follow;
    Oh, the grace the Father shows!
    Still there’s more to follow;
    Freely He His grace bestows,
    Still there’s more to follow.
    More and more, more and more,
    Always more to follow;
    Oh, His matchless, boundless love,
    Still there’s more to follow.
  2. Have you felt the Saviour near?
    Does His blessed presence cheer?
    Oh, the love that Jesus shows,
    Freely He His love bestows!
  3. Have you felt the Spirit’s power,
    Falling like the gentle shower?
    Oh! the power the Spirit shows!
    Freely He His power bestows.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. IS God for me? I fear not,
    Though all against me rise;
    When I call on Christ my Saviour,
    The host of evil flies.
    My friend, the Lord Almighty,
    And He who loves me, God!
    What enemy shall harm me,
    Though coming as a flood?
  2. I know it — I believe it
    I say it fearlessly —
    That God, the Highest, Mightiest,
    For ever loveth me.
    At all times, in all places,
    He standeth by my side:
    He rules the battle’s fury,
    The tempest and the tide.
  3. A Rock that stands for ever
    Is Christ, my Righteousness.
    And there I stand unfearing
    In everlasting bliss;
    No earthly thing is needful
    To this my Re from heaven,
    And nought of love is worthy
    Save that which Christ has given.
  4. There is no condemnation.
    There is no hell for me,
    The torment and the fire
    My eyes shall never see.
    For me there is no sentence,
    For me death hath no sting,
    Because the Lord who loves me
    Shall shield me with His wing.
  5. My soul with joy upleapeth,
    Grief cannot linger there,
    She singeth high in glory,
    Amid the sunshine fair;
    The sun that shines upon me
    Is Jesus and His love:
    The fountain of my singing
    Is deep in heaven above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. O JOY of the justified, joy of the free,
    I’m washed in that crimson tide open for me.
    In Christ, my Redeemer, rejoicing I stand,
    And point to the prints of the nails in His hand.
    O sing of His mighty love,
    mighty to save.
  2. O Jesus, the crucified, Jesus is mine,
    Tho’ 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. O 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.
  4. O ye who are guilty and wretched within,
    Who feel the sad burden and sorrow of sin,
    O look unto Jesus, however impure.
    No wound hath the soul that His blood, cannot cure.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6-D
  1. LORD JESUS, Friend unfailing,
    How dear Thou art to me!
    Are cares or fears assailing?
    I find my strength in Thee.
    Why should my feet grow weary
    Of this my pilgrim way?
    Rough though the path and dreary,
    It ends in perfect day.
  2. Nought, nought I court as pleasure,
    Compared, O Christ, with Thee,
    Thy sorrow without measure
    Earn’d peace and joy for me!
    I love to own, Lord Jesus,
    Thy claims o’er me divine,
    Bought with Thy blood most precious,
    Whose can I be but Thine.
  3. What fills my heart with gladness?
    ’Tis Thy abounding grace.
    Where can I look in sadness,
    But, Saviour, on Thy face?
    My all is Thy providing -
    Thy love can ne’er grow cold;
    In Thee, my Refuge, hiding -
    No good wilt Thou withhold.
  4. O wordly pomp, and glory,
    Your charms are spread in vain!
    I’ve heard a sweeter story,
    I’ve found a truer gain:
    Where Christ a place prepareth,
    There is my loved abode;
    There shall I gaze on Jesus,
    There shall I dwell with God!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. YET there is room! The Lamb’s bright hall of song
    With its fair glory beckons thee along;
    Room, room, still room: oh, enter, enter now!
  2. Pass in, pass in! that banquet is for thee;
    That cup of everlasting love is free.
  3. All heaven is there: all joy! go in, go in;
    The angels beckon thee the prize to win.
  4. Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
    Come lingerer, come; enter that festal hall.
  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!" Oh, woeful cry - "No room!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. O CHRIST, in Thee my soul bath 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 Iassed my Saviour by
    His love Paid 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. THE great Physician now is near, The sympathising Jesus;
    He speaks the drooping heart to cheer;
    Oh, 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 risen 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;
    Oh, how my soul delights to hear
    The precious name of Jesus.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. A LONG time I wandered in darkness and sin,
    And wondered if ever the light would shine in;
    I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine,
    And I wished - how I wished - that their Saviour were mine.
    I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine,
    I wished - how I wished - that their Saviour were mine.
  2. I heard the glad gospel of "good-will to men,
    I read "WHOSOEVER" again and again,
    I said to my soul, "Can that promise be thine?"
    And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.
    I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine.
    And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.
  3. Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me!
    "Thy portion for ever," He says, "will I be;"
    On His word I am resting - assurance divine -
    I’m hoping no longer, I know He is mine.
    I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine,
    I’m hoping no longer - I know He is mine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I 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 - oh, 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 Jordan above me should 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;
    Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, think of the home over there,
    By the side of the river of light,
    Where the saints all so sinless and fair,
    Are rob’d in their garments of white.
    Over there, over there -
    Oh, think of the home over there.
  2. Oh, think of the friends over there,
    Who before us the journey have trod;
    Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
    In their home in the palace of God.
  3. My Saviour is now over there,
    There my kindred and friends are at rest:
    Then, away from my sorrow and care,
    Let me fly to the land of the blest.
  4. I’ll soon be at home over there,
    For the end of my journey I see;
    Many dear to my heart over there
    Are watching and waiting for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HARK! hark! hark!
    ’Tis a message of mercy free;
    O sinner, thy crimson sins are dark
    But Jesus has died for thee.
    Look! look! look!
    Oh, look to the blood-stained tree;
    Thy sins are entered in God’s own book,
    But Jesus has died for thee.
  2. Come! come! come!
    ’Twas Jesus who rescued me;
    He healeth the leper, the lame, the dumb,
    O sinner, He died for thee.
  3. Haste! haste! haste!
    Delay not from death to flee;
    Oh, wherefore the moments in madness waste,
    When Jesus is calling thee?
  4. Now! now! now!
    Tomorrow too late may be;
    O sinner, with tears of contrition bow,
    Confessing, "He died for me."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
    Oh 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 cloth 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 oh, that my Saviour were your Saviour tool!
    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 oh, dearest friend, let me meet you there too;
    For you I am praying I’m praying for you.
  3. I have a peace - and its "calm as a river"-
    A peace that the friends of the world never knew;
    My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver;
    But oh, could I know it was given to you!
    For you I am praying - I’m praying for you.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. FADE, fade, each earthly joy;
    Jesus is mine!
    Break every tender tie;
    Jesus is mine:
    Dark is the wilderness,
    Earth has no resting place;
    Jesus alone can bless,
    Jesus is mine!
  2. Tempt not m soul away;
    Jesus is mine!
    Here would I ever stay;
    Jesus is mine!
    Perishing things of clay,
    Born but for one brief day,
    Pass from my heart away;
    Jesus is mine!
  3. Farewell ye dreams of night;
    Jesus is mine!
    Lost in this dawning Light;
    Jesus is mine!
    All that my soul has tried
    Left but a dismal void;
    Jesus has satisfied;
    Jesus is mine!
  4. Farewell mortality;
    Jesus is mine!
    Welcome eternity;
    Jesus is mine!
    Welcome, O loved and blest,
    Welcome, sweet scenes of rest,
    Welcome, my Saviour’s breast;
    Jesus is mine!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. JESUS the water of life will give,
    Freely, freely, freely;
    Jesus the water of life will give,
    Freely to those who trust Him.
    Come to that fountain, oh drink and live,
    Freely, freely, freely;
    Come to that fountain, oh, drink and live,
    Flowing for those that trust Him.
  2. The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;
    freely, freely, freely;
    And He that is thirsty, let him come
    and drink of the water of life.
    The fountain of life is flowing,
    flowing, freely flowing;
    The fountain of life is flowing,
    is flowing for you and for me.
  3. Jesus has promised a home in heaven,
    Treasures unfading will there be given.
  4. Jesus has promised a robe of white:
    Kingdoms of glory arid crowns of light.
  5. Jesus has promised eternal day,
    Pleasures that never shall pass away.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. JESUS, Thy precious blood alone
    Did for my many sins atone;
    For He’s taken my feet
    from the mire and the clay,
    And has set them on the Rock of Ages.
  2. And Thou from sin halt set me free,
    O Glory, Christ has died for me.
  3. I know my sins are all forgiven,
    And I am on my way to heaven.
  4. Now will I tell to sinners round
    What a dear Saviour I have found.
  5. I’ll point to the Redeemer’s blood,
    And say, "Behold the way to God."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 He tarry 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 will 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 angels’ songs,
    While heaven the note prolongs
    Praise, brethren, praise!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ONE there is above all others-
    Oh, how He loves!
    His is love beyond a brother’s-
    Oh, 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
    Oh, how He loves!
  2. ’Tis eternal life to know Him -
    Oh, how He loves!
    Think, oh, think how much we owe Him -
    Oh, how He loves!
    With His precious blood He bought us,
    In the wilderness He sought us,
    To His fold He safely brought us
    Oh, how He loves!
  3. We have found a friend in Jesus -
    Oh, how He loves!
    ’Tis His great delight to bless us -
    Oh, how He loves!
    How our hearts delight to hear Him,
    Bid us dwell in safety near Him!
    Why should we distrust or fear Him?
    Oh, how He loves!
  4. Through His name we are forgiven -
    Oh, how He loves!
    Backward shall our foes be driven -
    Oh, 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 -
    Oh, how He loves!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. "Call them in!" - the poor and 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 love’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!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. REJOICE, ye saints, the time draws near
    When Christ will in the clouds appear,
    And for His people call.
    Trim your lamps and be ready
    for the midnight cry.
  2. The trumpet sounds’ through earth and sky
    Resounds the solemn midnight cry -
    "Behold the Bridegroom comes!"
  3. The Lord will come to claim His own,
    And on each faithful one a crown
    Of life He will bestow.
  4. And then with rapture infinite
    Saints cast their crowns down at His feet,
    And crown Him King of kings.
  5. Come, brethren all, and let us try
    To warn poor sinners, and to cry -
    "Behold the Bridegroom comes!’
  6. Oh, sinner, ere it be too late,
    Flee thou to mercy’s open gate.
    And join Christ’s waiting band.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I AM a stranger here,
    No home, no rest I see;
    Not all men count most dear
    Can win a sigh from me -
    I’m going home!
  2. Jesus! Th home is mine,
    And I Thy Father’s child:
    With hopes and joys divine.
    The world’s a weary wild -
    I’m going home!
  3. Home! oh, how soft and sweet
    It thrills upon my heart;
    Home! where the brethren meet,
    And never, never part -
    I’m going home. .
  4. Home where the Bridegroom takes
    The purchase of His love;
    Home’ where the Father waits
    To welcome her above -
    I’m going home!
  5. And when the world looks cold,
    Which did my Lord revile,
    A Lamb within the fold,
    I can look up and smile -
    I’m going home!
  6. When earth’s elusive charms
    Would snare my pilgrim feet,
    I’ll fly to Jesus arms,
    And yet again repeat -
    I’m going home!
  7. Ah, gently, gently lead
    Along the painful way,
    Bid every word and deed,
    And every look to say -
    I’m going home!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. AWAKE, my soul, with joyful lays,
    And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
    He justly claims a song from thee,
    His loving-kindness, oh, how free!
  2. He saw me ruined in the Fall,
    Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
    He saved me from my lost estate,
    His loving-kindness, oh, how great!
  3. Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
    Though earth and hell its way oppose,
    He safely leads His church along,
    His loving-kindness, oh, how strong!
  4. When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
    Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
    He with His church has ever stood,
    His loving-kindness, oh, how good!
  5. Soon shall we mount, and soar away
    To the bright world of endless day,
    And sing with rapture and surprise
    His loving-kindness in the skies.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. UNTO the Lamb that once was slain
    Be endless honours paid!
    Salvation, glory, joy remain
    Forever on Thy head.
  2. Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood -
    Hast set the pris’ners free:
    Hast made us kings and priests to God,
    And we shall reign with Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I GAVE My life for thee;
    My precious blood I shed,
    That thou might’st ransomed be,
    And quickened from the dead.
    I gave My life for thee:
    What hast thou given for Me?
  2. "I spent long years for thee
    In weariness and woe,
    That an eternity
    Of joy thou mightest know.
    I spent long years for thee:
    Hast thou spent one for Me?
  3. "My Father’s home of light,
    My rainbow circled throne,
    I left for earthly night,
    For wanderings sad and lone.
    I left it all for thee:
    Hast thou left aught for Me?
  4. "I suffered much for thee —
    More than thy tongue can tell
    Of bitterest agony —
    To rescue thee from hell.
    I suffered much for thee:
    What canst thou bear for Me?
  5. "And I have brought to thee,
    Down from My home above,
    Salvation full and free,
    My pardon and my love.
    Great gifts I brought to thee:
    What hast thou brought to Me?"
  6. Oh, let thy life be given,
    Thy ears for Him be spent;
    World-fetters all be riven,
    And joy with suffering blent.
    Bring thou thy worthless all,
    Follow thy Saviour’s call.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
    In meek humility,
    This will I do, my dying Lord
    I will remember Thee.
  2. Thy body broken for my sake,
    My bread from heaven shall be;
    Thy testamental cup I take,
    And thus remember Thee.
  3. Gethsemane can I forget?
    Or there Thy conflict see,
    Thine agony and blood-like sweat,
    And not remember Thee?
  4. When to the cross I turn mine eyes
    And rest on Calvary,
    O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
    I must remember Thee.
  5. Remember Thee and all Thy pains,
    And all Thy love to me:
    Yea, while a breath - a pulse remains,
    Will I remember Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 hung’ring for the bread of life,
    Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HARK! hark! hear the glad tidings,
    soon, soon Jesus will come,
    Robed, robed in honour and glory
    to gather His ransomed ones home
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    to gather His ransomed ones home.
  2. Joy, joy, sound it more loudly,
    sing, sing, glory to God!
    Soon, soon, Jesus is coming,
    publish the tidings abroad.
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    publish the tidings abroad.
  3. Bright, bright, seraphs attending,
    shouts, shouts filling the air,
    Down, down, swiftly from heaven.
    Jesus our Lord will appear.
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    Jesus our Lord will appear.
  4. Now, now, through a glass darkly,
    shine, shine visions to come,
    Soon, soon we shall behold Him,
    cloudless and bright in our home.
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    cloudless and bright in our home.
  5. Long, long have we been waiting, who,
    who love His blest name;
    Now, now we are delighting.
    Jesus is near to proclaim.
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    Jesus is near to proclaim.
  6. Still, still rest on the promise,
    cling, cling fast to His word,
    Wait, wait, if He should tarry, we’ll
    patiently wait for the Lord.
    Yes, yes! oh, yes!
    we’ll patiently wait for the Lord.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I KNOW there’s a bright and a glorious land
    Away in the heavens high,
    Where all the redeemed shall with Jesus dwell -
    Will you be there and I?
  2. In robes of white o’er the street of gold,
    Beneath a cloudless sky,
    They’ll walk in the light of their Father’s love
    Will you be there and I?
  3. From every kingdom of earth they come,
    To raise their anthems high;
    Their harps will never be there unstrung
    Will you be there and I?
  4. If we trust the loving Saviour now,
    Who died on Calvary,
    When He gathers His children in that bright home,
    Then you’ll be there and I!
  5. If we are sheltered by the Cross,
    And through the blood brought nigh,
    Out utmost gain we’ll count but loss,
    Since you 11 be there and I.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God,
    I knew not my danger, I felt not my load;
    Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
    "Jehovah Tsidkenu" was nothing to me.
  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 nail’d 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 nor safety in self could I see-
    "Jehovah Tsidkenu" my Saviour must be.
  4. My terrors all vanished; before the sweet name,
    My guilty fears banish’d, 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" should rally my faltering breath;
    For if from life’s fever my God sets me free,
    "Jehovah Tsidkenu" my death-song shall be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. "PRAISE ye the Lord," again, again,
    The Spirit strikes the chord;
    Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain;
    We praise, we praise the Lord.
  2. "Rejoice in Him," again, again,
    The Spirit speaks the word;
    And faith takes up the happy strain,
    Our joy is in the Lord.
  3. "Stand fast in Christ," ah, yet again,
    He teaches all the band:
    Our best endeavours are in vain,
    In Christ alone we stand.
  4. "Clean every whit," Thou saidst it, Lord;
    Shall one suspicion lurk?
    Thine, surely, is a faithful word,
    And Thine a finished work.
  5. For ever be the glory given
    To Thee, O Lamb of God!
    Our every joy in earth, in Heaven,
    We owe it to Thy blood.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. TO Calv’ry, Lord, in spirit now
    Our weary souls repair,
    To dwell upon Thy dying love,
    And taste its sweetness there.
  2. Sweet resting-place of every heart
    That feels the plague of sin,
    Yet knows that deep mysterious joy,
    The peace of God within.
  3. There through Thine hour of deepest woe,
    Thy suff’ring spirit passed:
    Grace there its wondrous vict’ry gained,
    And love endured its last.
  4. Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds,
    With cords of love divine,
    Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
    And linked our life with Thine.
  5. Our longing eyes would fain behold
    That bright and blessed brow,
    Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear
    Its crown of glory now.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  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, for ever shall be
    Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
    No subject’s 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.
  5. How good is the God we adore,
    Our faithful unchangeable Friend;
    His love is as great as His power,
    And knows neither measure or end.
  6. ’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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. DOWN life’s dark vale we wander,
    Till Jesus comes.
    We watch and wait and wonder,
    Till Jesus comes.
    Oh, let my lamp be burning,
    When Jesus comes;
    For Him my soul be yearning,
    When Jesus comes.
    All joy His loved ones bringing
    When Jesus comes.
    All praise through heaven ringing
    When Jesus comes.
    All beauty bright and vernal
    When Jesus comes, All glory, grand, eternal -
    When Jesus comes.
  2. No more heart pangs nor sadness,
    All peace and joy and gladness,
    All doubts and fears will vanish,
    All gloom His face will banish.
  3. He’ll know the way was dreary,
    He’ll know the feet grew weary,
    He’ll know what griefs oppressed me;
    Oh, how His arm will rest me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - Salvation full, at highest cost,
  1. Oh, ’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. Love brings the glorious fullness in, And to the saints makes known
    The blessed rest from inbred sin, Through faith in Christ alone.
  4. Believing souls rejoicing go;
    There shall to you be given
    A glorious foretaste here below
    Of endless life in heaven.
  5. Of victory now o’er Satan’s power
    Let all the ransomed d sing,
    And triumph now in every hour, Through Christ the Lord, our King.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 ?or 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D.
  1. FOR ever with the Lord,
    Amen, so let it be;
    Life from the dead is in that word;
    ’Tis immortality.
    Here in the body pent,
    absent from Him I roam,
    Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
    a day’s march nearer home.
  2. My Father’s house on high,
    Home of my soul how near,
    At times, to faith’s far-seein<:j eye
    Thy golden gates appearf
  3. My thirsty spirit faints
    To reach the land I love,
    The bright inheritance of saints,
    Jerusalem above.
  4. For ever with the Lord;
    Father if ’tis Thy will,
    The promise of that faithful word
    E’en here to me fulfil.
  5. Knowing as I am known,
    How shall I love that word,
    And oft repeat before the throne,
    For ever with the Lord.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. HAPPY they who trust in Jesus,
    Sweet their portion is, and sure;
    When the foe on others seizes,
    He will keep His own secure.
    Happy people!
    Happy, though despised and poor.
  2. Since His love and mercy found us,
    We are precious in His Sight;
    Thousands now may fall around us,
    Thousands more be put to flight;
    But His presence
    Keeps us safe by day and night.
  3. Lo, our Saviour never slumbers;
    Ever watchful is His care,
    Though we cannot boast of numbers,
    In His strength secure we are;
    Sweet their portion
    Who our Saviour’s kindness share.
  4. As the bird beneath her feathers
    Guards the object of her care,
    So the Lord His children gathers,
    Spreads His wings and hides them there;
    Thus protected,
    All their foes they boldly dare.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D.
  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.
    For God so loved the world,
    He gave His only Son
    That whosoever Him believes,
    eternal woe should shun.
  2. More marr’d 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. Oh, hear that startling cry!
    What can its meaning be:
    "My God, my God, oh, why hast Thou
    In wrath forsaken Me?"
  5. Oh, ’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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. SIMPLY trusting every day;
    Trusting though a stormy way;
    Even when my faith is small -
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  2. Trusting Him while life shall last,
    Trusting Him till earth is past,
    Till within the jasper wall -
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  3. Brightly doth His spirit shine
    Into this poor heart of mine;
    While He leads I cannot fall -
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  4. Singing, if my way is clear;
    Praying, if my path is drear;
    If in danger, for Him call -
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
  5. Trusting as the moments fly,
    Trusting as the days go by,
    Trusting Him whate’er befall
    Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,
    "Come unto Me and rest;
    La y 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. 1 heard the voice of Jesus say,
    "Behold I freely give
    The living water — thirsty one,
    Stoop down and drink, and live."
    I came to Jesus and I drank
    Of that life-giving stream;
    My thirst was quenched; my soul revived,
    And now I live in Him.
  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 day be bright."
    I looked to Jesus, and I found
    In Him my star, my sun;
    And in the Light of Life I’ll walk
    Till travelling days are done.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN I was sinking down, with my soul,
    When I was sinking down, with my soul,
    When I was sinking down
    Beneath God’s righteous frown,
    Christ laid aside His crown, for my soul, for my soul,
    Christ laid aside His crown, for my soul.
  2. Oh! see Him crucified for my soul,
    Blood gushing from His side;
    It was for thee He died; Oh, my soul.
  3. What wondrous love was this, for my soul
    That the Lord of life and bliss
    Would stoop to death’s abyss, for my
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I NEED Thee every hour,
    Most gracious Lord;
    No tender voice like Thine
    Can peace afford.
    I need Thee, oh, I need Thee,
    Every hour I need Thee;
    Oh, bless me now, my Saviour,
    I come to Thee.
  2. I need Thee every hour -
    Stay Thou near by;
    Temptations lose their power
    When Thou art nigh.
  3. I need Thee every hour,
    In joy or pain,
    Come quickly and abide
    Or life is vain.
  4. I need Thee every hour;
    Teach me Thy will,
    And Thy rich promises
    In me fulfil.
  5. I need Thee every hour,
    Most Holy One;
    For I am Thine indeed,
    Thou blessed Son.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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;
    Plunge now into that crimson flood
    That washes white as snow.
  3. Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way
    That leads you unto rest;
    Believe in Him without delay,
    And you are fully blest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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,
    Oh, receive my soul at last.
  2. Other refuge have I none,
    Hangs my helpless soul on Thee,
    Leave, oh, 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 defenceless 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,
    Rise to all eternity.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. NO scene so grand, no spot half so dear,
    Dear as the cross.
    No time so sweet, nor so joyous as here,
    Here at the cross.
    Here is salvation, forgiveness, and rest,
    Here all are beckoned to hasten to rest,
    Here I am safest, happiest and best.
    Here at the cross.
  2. Here I discovered my sins were forgiven
    Here at the. cross:
    Here I obtained a title to heaven,
    Here at the cross.
    Here I’m refreshed as onward I go,
    Here every blessing experienced I owe,
    Here I can smile both in sorrow and woe,
    Here at the cross.
  3. Self-righteous men in works vainly trust,
    Give me the cross.
    Structures like theirs will crumble to dust.
    Not so the cross.
    Merit disclaiming - this anchor’s my stay,
    Here I’ll remain - and beneath it I’ll pray;
    Of it I’ll sing for ever and aye!
    Sing of the cross.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. JUST as I am without one plea, B
    ut that Thy blood was shed for me,
    And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee -
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. AROUND Thy grave, Lord Jesus
    Thine empty grave, we stand;
    With hearts all full of praises,
    to keep Thy bless’d command;
    By faith our souls rejoicing,
    to trace Thy path of love.
    Thro’ death’s dark angry billows
    up to Thy 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 the Lord of Glory
    was numbered with the dead.
  3. O Lord, Thou now art risen,
    Thy travail all is o’er:
    For sin Thou once bast 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 baptizéd,
    we own with Thee we died;
    With Thee, our Life, are 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  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,
    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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SETTLED for ever, 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 for ever, sin’s tremendous claim,
    Glory to Jesus, blessed be His name.
  2. Settled for ever, fear not then to trust
    Thy soul upon Him, even as thou must;
    On Calvary’s mountain all thy sins were met;
    Settled for ever all that grievous debt.
  3. Settled for ever, let no doubt or 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 for ever, yes, no work of thine,
    Nor tears nor sorrow, add to grace divine:
    God says, "I blot out every sin and stain,
    And I will remember them no more again."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. LAMB of God, when we behold Thee
    Lowly in the manger laid:
    Wandering as a homeless stranger
    In the world Thy hands had made;
    When we see Thee in the garden,
    In Thine agony of blood,
    At Thy grace we are confounded -
    Holy, spotless Lamb of God!
  2. When we see Thee as the victim.
    Nailed to the accursed tree,
    For our guilt and folly stricken,
    All our judgment borne by Thee;
    Lord! we learn with hearts adoring,
    Thou halt loved us unto blood;
    Glory, glory, everlasting,
    Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!
  3. Lamb of God! Thou now art seated
    High upon Thy Father’s throne;
    All Thy gracious work completed,
    All Thy mighty victory won;
    Every knee in heaven is bending
    To the Lamb for sinners slain,
    Every voice and harp is swelling,
    "Worthy is the Lamb to reign."
  4. Lord, in all Thy power and glory,
    Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here,
    Watching o’er ty ransomed people,
    To Thy gracious heart so dear!
    Thou for us art interceding,
    Everlasting is Thy love;
    And a blessed rest preparing
    In our Father’s house above.
  5. Lamb of God! Thou soon in glory
    Wilt to this sad earth return;
    All Thy foes shall quake before Thee,
    All that now despise Thee, mourn;
    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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing.
    Which before the cross we spend;
    Life and health and peace possessing,
    From the sinner’s dying Friend.
  2. Here we rest in wonder viewing
    All our sins on Jesus laid;
    Here we see redemption flowing
    From the sacrifice He made.
  3. Here we find the dawn of heaven,
    While upon the cross we gaze;
    See our trespasses forgiven,
    And our songs of triumph raise.
  4. Oh that, near the cross abiding,
    We may to the Saviour cleave!
    Him ht with Hi our hearts dividing,
    Al? for Him content to leave.
  5. May we still the cross discerning,
    There for peace and comfort go,
    There new wonders daily learning,
    More of Jesus’ fullness know.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M
  1. WE bless our Saviour’s name,
    Our sins are all forgiven;
    To suffer once on earth He came;
    He now is crown’d in heaven.
  2. His precious blood was shed,
    His body bruised for sin;
    Remembering this, we break the bread
    And, thankful, drink the wine.
  3. Lord, let us ne’er forget
    Thy rich, Thy precious love;
    Our theme of joy and wonder here,
    Our endless song above.
  4. Oh, let Thy love constrain
    Our souls to cleave to Thee,
    And ever in our hearts remain
    That word, Remember Me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. AWAKE and sing the song
    Of glory to the Lamb!
    Wake every heart and every tongue
    To praise the Saviour’s name.
    There ... with the glorified,
    Safe ... by our Saviour’s side,
    We shall be satisfied by and by!
    By ... and by! ... by ... and by!
    We shall be satisfied by and by.
  2. Sing of His dying love,
    Sing of His rising power,
    Sing how He intercedes above,
    For us whose sins He bore.
  3. Sing on your heavenly way,
    Ye ransomed sinners sing;
    Sing on, rejoicing every day,
    In Christ the eternal King.
  4. Soon shall ye hear Him say,
    "Ye blessed children, come;"
    Soon will He call us hence away
    To our eternal home.
  5. There shall our raptured tongue
    His endless praise proclaim;
    And sweeter voices swell the song
    Of glory to the Lamb.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THE head that once was crowned with thorns
    Is crowned with glory now;
    A royal diadem adorns
    The mighty victor’s brow.
  2. Delight of all who dwell above!
    The joy of saints below!
    To us still manifest Thy love,
    That we its depths may know.
  3. To us Thy cross with all its shame,
    With all its grace be given!
    Though earth grace Thy lowly name,
    All worship it in heaven.
  4. Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,
    Will reign with Thee above,
    Then let it be our joy to know
    The way of peace and love.
  5. To us Thy cross is life and health,
    Though shame and death to Thee;
    Our present glory, joy and wealth,
    Our everlasting stay.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I WOULD commune with Thee, my God,
    E’en to Thy seat I come:
    I leave my joys, I leave my sins,
    And seek in Thee my home.
  2. I stand upon the mount of God,
    With sunlight in my soul;
    I hear the storms in vales beneath,
    I hear the thunders roll.
  3. But I am calm with Thee, my God,
    Beneath these glorious skies;
    And to the height on which I stand,
    Nor storms nor clouds can rise.
  4. O this is life! O this is joy!
    My God to find Thee so,
    Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear,
    And all Thy love to know.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. MY Redeemer, oh, what beauties
    In that lovely name appear;
    None but Jesus in His glories
    Shall the honoured title wear.
    My Redeemer
    Thou hast my salvation wrought.
  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
    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!
    Oh, how sweet to call Thee mine!
  4. When in heaven I see Thy glory,
    When before Thy throne I bow,
    Perfectly I shall be like Thee,
    Fully Thy redemption know.
    My Redeemer
    Then shall hear me shout His praise.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. LORD, I desire to live as one
    Who bears a blood-bought name,
    As one who fears but grieving Thee,
    And knows no other shame.
  2. As one by whom Thy walk below
    Shall never be forgot;
    As one who fain would keep apart
    From all Thou lowest not.
  3. I want to live as one who knows
    Thy fellowship of love;
    As one whose eyes can pierce beyond
    The pearly gates above.
  4. As one who daily speaks to Thee,
    And hears Thy voice divine,
    With depths of tenderness declare,
    "Beloved! thou art mine."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  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,
    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!
    Magnify the sinner’s Friend.
  3. While, we hear the wondrous story
    Of the Saviour’s cross and shame
    Sing we "Everlasting qlory
    Be to God and to the Lamb!"
    Saints and angels,
    Give ye glory to His name.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ON earth the song begins!
    In heaven more sweet and loud -
    To Him that cleansed our sins
    By His atoning blood;
    "To Him" we sing in joyful strain,
    "Be honour, power, and praise, Amen."
  2. Alone, He bore the cross,
    Alone its grief sustain’d;
    His was the shame and loss,
    And He the victory gained;
    The mighty work was all His own.
    And He shall ever wear the crown.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 your hearts today.
    Look and live!
    ’Tis thy Father calls thee home,
    Look and live! look and live!
    Whosoever will may come,
    Look and live!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TIS grace, ’tis grace, ’tis wonderful grace
    God’s great salvation brings:
    The soul delivered of its load.
    In sweetest rapture sings:
    ’Tis grace, ’tis grace,
    Wonderful, wonderful grace,
    ’Tis grace, ’tis grace,
    Flowing still freely for me.
  2. Tis grace, ’tis grace, ’tis wonderful grace,
    Which saves the soul from sin;
    The power of rising evil slays
    And reigns supreme within.
  3. ’Tis grace, ’tis grace, ’tis wonderful grace,
    Its streams are full and free.,
    They’re flowing now for all the race -
    They even flow to me.
  4. ’Tis grace, ’tis grace, ’tis wonderful grace,
    Which bears the soul above;
    The light which gleams from Jesus’ face,
    ’Tis rapture, peace and love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. "TOO late, too late," how sad the sound
    On anxious human ears,
    Of those who’ve waited long a prey
    To doubts and hopes and fears.
  2. But there’s a time when sadder far
    Shall sound in mortal ears
    A dread "too late," which killing hope,
    Will turn to truth all fears.
  3. "Too late," they’ll feel their lost estate,
    Which now they don’t believe;
    "Too late," they’ll see the grace of God,
    Which now they won’t receive.
  4. "Too late," they’ll find the door will shut,
    Which now stands open wide;
    "Too late," they’ll have to meet their God,
    With no place then to hide.
  5. Oh, sinner, pause, ere yet "too late;"
    Now is the day of grace.
    Now Jesus calls - oh, do obey
    His pleading, loving voice.
  6. Today ’tis free to all who come,
    And take Him at His word;
    Tomorrow’s sun may rise "too late,"
    For you who now have heard.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 for ever 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!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WORTHY, worthy is the Lamb -
    That was slain.
    Praise Him, Hallelujah! bless Him, Hallelujah!
    Praise Him, Hallelujah! praise the Lamb.
  2. Thou redeem’dst our souls to God -
    By Thy blood.
  3. Thou halt made us kings and priests -
    To our God.
  4. We shall ever reign with Thee -
    Lamb of God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I’VE found a Friend -oh, 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 -oh, such a Friend!
    He bled, He died to save me;
    And not alone the gift of life,
    But His own self fie 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 - oh, such a Friend!
    All power to Him is given,
    To guard me on my onward course
    And bring me safe to Heaven.
    Th’ eternal glories gleam afar,
    To nerve my faint endeavour;
    So now to watch, to work, to war,
    And then to rest for ever.
  4. I’ve found a Friend - oh, such a Friend!
    So kind, and true, and tender;
    So wise a counsellor and guide,
    So mighty a defender!
    From Him who loves me now so well,
    What power my soul can sever?
    Shall life or death, shall earth or hell?
    No; I am His for ever.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I’VE found the precious Christ of God;
    My heart doth sing for joy,
    And sing I must, for Christ I have.
    A precious Christ have I!
  2. Christ Jesus is the Lord of lords,
    He is the King of kings;
    He is the Sun of Righteousness,
    With healing in His wings.
  3. Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink,
    My med’cine and my health;
    My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown,
    My glory and my wealth.
  4. Christ is my Saviour and my Friend,
    My solace and my Love,
    My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,
    My Advocate above.
  5. Christ Jesus is the Heaven of heaven;
    My Christ what shall I call?
    Christ is the first, Christ is the last,
    And Christ is all in all.
  6. All glory to the God of Love,
    One God in Person Three:
    To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
    One equal glory be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I am waiting for Thee, Lord,
    Thy beauty to see, Lord,
    I’m waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again,
    Thou’rt gone over there, Lord,
    A place to prepare, Lord.
    Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.
  2. ’Mid danger and fear, Lord,
    I’m oft weary here, Lord,
    The day must be near of Thy coming again.
    ’Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
    No sighing nor care, Lord,
    But glory so fair at Thy coming again.
  3. Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
    I stumble and stray, Lord,
    Oh! hasten the day of Thy coming again!
    This is not my rest, Lord.
    A pilgrim confest, Lord,
    I wait to be blest at Thy coming again.
  4. Our loved ones before, Lord,
    Their troubles are o’er, Lord,
    I’ll meet them once more at Thy coming again!
    The blood was the sign. Lord,
    That mark’d them as Thine, Lord,
    And brightly they’ll shine at thy coming again.
  5. E’en now let my ways, Lord,
    Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
    For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
    I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
    Thy beauty to see, Lord,
    No triumph for me like Thy coming again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. ABBA! Father! we approach Thee
    In our Saviour’s precious name;
    We, Thy children, here assembling,
    Now Thy promised blessing claim.
    From our sins His blood hath washed us;
    ’Tis through Him our souls draw nigh;
    And Thy Spirit, too, has taught us,
    "Abba! Father!" thus to cry.
  2. Once as prodigals we wandered,
    In our folly, far from Thee,
    But Thy grace o’er sin abounding,
    Rescued us from misery.
    Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned,
    Loved us with a Father’s love;
    Welcomed us with joy o’erflowing,
    E’en to dwell with Thee above.
  3. Cloth’d in garments of salvation,
    At Thy table is our place;
    We rejoice and Thou rejoicest,
    In the riches of Thy grace.
    "It is meet," we hear Thee saying,
    "We should merry be and glad;
    I have found my once-lost children,
    Now they live who once were dead."
  4. "Abba! Father! all adore Thee,
    All rejoice in heaven above;
    While in us they learn the wonders
    Of Thy wisdom,power, and love.
    Soon, before Thy throne assembled,
    All Thy children shall proclaim,
    Glory, everlasting glory,
    Be to God and to the Lamb!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. HEIRS of salvation - chosen of God,
    Past condemnation - sheltered by blood,
    Even in Egypt feed we on the Lamb,
    Keeping the statutes of God, the I AM!
    In the world around ’tis night,
    Where the feast is spread ’tis bright,
    Israel’s Lord is Israel’s light.
    ’Tis Jesus. ’tis Jesus, our Saviour from above:
    ’Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we love.
  2. Pilgrims and strangers. captives no more!
    Wilderness rangers-sing we on shore!
    God in His power hath parted the sea,
    Foes all have perished -- His people are free.
    By the pillar safely led,
    By the manna daily fed,
    Now the homeward way we tread!
    ’Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, our Shepherd here below,
    ’Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we know!
  3. Canaan-possessors safe in the land!
    Victors, confessors, banner in hand!
    Jordan’s deep river evermore behind!
    Cares of the desert no longer in mind;
    Egypt’s stigma rolled away,
    Canaan’s corn our strength and stay,
    Triumph we the live-long day!
    ’Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, the Christ of God alone!
    ’Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus. ’tis Jesus whom we own.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. I HEAR the accuser roar
    Of ills that I have done;
    I know them well and thousands more -
    Jehovah findeth none.
  2. Sin, Satan, Death press near
    To harass and appal;
    Let but my bleeding Lord a pear,
    Backward they go and fall.
  3. Before, behind, around,
    They set their fierce array,
    To fight and force me from my ground,
    Along Immanuel’s way.
  4. I meet them face to -face.,
    Through Jesus’ conquest blest,
    March in the triumphs of His grace,
    Right onward to my rest.
  5. There in His book I bear
    A more than conqueror’s name
    A soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
    Who fought and overcame.
  6. His be the Victor’s name,
    Who fought the fight alone;
    Triumphant saints no honour claim -
    His conquest was their own!
  7. By weakness and defeat
    He won the meed and crown;
    Trod all our foes beneath His feet -
    By being trodden down.
  8. He hell in hell laid low;
    Made sin, He sin o’erthrew;
    Bow’d to the grave, destroyed it so,
    And death by dying slew.
  9. Bless, bless the Conqueror slain.
    Slain in his victory;
    Who lived, who died, and lives again,
    For thee, His Church, for thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
    My Jesus, Saviour: yet this soul of mine
    Would of Thy love. in all its breadth and length,
    Its height and depth. its everlasting strength,
    Know more and more.
  2. It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
    My Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine
    Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near,
    A love which can remove all guilty fear, And love beget.
  3. It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
    My Jesus, Saviour, yet this heart of mine
    Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,
    Which brings a rebel sinner, even me, Nigh unto God.
  4. But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know
    The fullness of Thy love while here below
    My empty vessel I may freely bring;
    O Thou who art of love the living spring, My vessel fill.
  5. O fill me Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!
    Lead, lead me, to the living Fount above!
    Thither may I, in simple faith, draw nigh,
    And never to another fountain fly,
    But unto Thee.
  6. And when my Jesus face to facet see,
    When at His lofty throne I bow the knee,
    Then of His love, in all its breadth and length,
    Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
    My soul shall sing.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. THE sorrows of the daily life,
    The shadows o’er glory’s path which fall,
    Too oft obscure the glory’s s light,
    Until I rise above them all.
  2. Until upon the mountain height
    I stand, my God with Thee alone,
    Bathed in the fullest, clearest light
    The glory which surrounds the throne.
  3. Calm in Thy secret presence, Lord,
    I rest this weary soul of mine;
    Feed on the fullness of Thy Word,
    And die to all the things of time.
  4. Alone with Thee, O master, where
    The light of earthly glory dies;
    Misunderstood by all, I dare
    To do what Thine own heart will prize.
  5. Such be my path through life down here
    One long close lonely walk with Thee!
    Until, past every doubt and fear,
    Thy face above in light I see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. GRACE! ’tis a charming sound,
    Harmonious to the ear;
    Heaven with the echo shall resound,
    And all the earth shall hear.
  2. ’Twas grace that wrote my name
    In life’s eternal book;
    ’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb
    Who all my sorrows took.
  3. Grace taught my wandering feet
    To tread the heavenly road,
    And new supplies each hour I meet,
    While pressing on to God.
  4. Grace taught my soul to pray,
    And made my eyes o’erflow:
    ’Tis grace that kept me to this day,
    And will not let me go.
  5. O let that grace inspire
    My soul with strength divine,
    May all my powers to Thee aspire,
    And all my days be Thine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE cross! the cross! the blood-stained cross!
    The hallowed cross I see.
    Reminding me of precious blood
    That once was shed for me.
    Oh, the blood! the precious blood!
    That Jesus shed for me.
    Upon the cross, in crimson flood,
    Just now by faith I see.
  2. The cross! the cross! the heavy cross
    The Saviour bore for me,
    Which bowed Him to the earth with grief,
    On sad Mount Calvary.
  3. How light, how light this precious cross
    Presented to my view;
    And while with care I take it up,
    Behold the crown my due.
  4. The crown! the crown! the glorious crown!
    The crown of victory!
    The crown of life it shall be mine
    When Jesus I shall see.
  5. My tears unbidden seem to flow
    For love, unbounded love,
    Which guides me through this world of woe,
    And points to joy above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN the harvest is past, and the summer is gone,
    And the sermons and prayers shall be o’er;
    When the beams cease to break of the blest Lord’s day morn,
    And Jesus invites thee. no more:
    When the har . . . vest is past ...
    And the sum ... mer is o’er .. .
    With the wheat or the tares,
    When the Judgment appears,
    Oh, 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 wafflings 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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE’RE going home no more to roam,
    No more to sin and sorrow;
    No more to wear the brow of care
    We’re going home tomorrow.
    We’re going home, we’re going home tomorrow.
  2. For weary feet awaits a street
    Of wondrous pave, and golden;
    For hearts that ache the angels wake
    The story sweet and olden.
  3. For those who sleep, and those who weep
    Above the portals narrow.
    The mansions rise beyond the skies -
    We’re going home tomorrow.
  4. Oh, joyful song! Oh, ransomed throng!
    Where sin no more shall sever;
    Our King to see, and, oh, to be
    With Him at home for ever.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 sunlight in Heaven, we’re told,
    The Light of that world is Jesus;
    The Lamb is the light in the City of Gold,
    The Light of that world is Jesus.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 raptured 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 its beams around me.
  3. Near the Cross, O Lamb of God,
    Bring its scenes before me;
    Help me walk from clay 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. NOT all the blood of beast
    On Jewish altars slain.
    Could give the guilty conscience peace,
    Or wash away the stain.
  2. But Christ, the Heavenly Lamb,
    Takes all our sins away;
    A sacrifice of nobler name
    And richer blood than they.
  3. My soul looks back to see
    The burden Thou did’st bear,
    While hanging on th’ accursed tree.
    And knows her guilt was there.
  4. Believing, we rejoice
    To see the curse removed;
    We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
    And sing redeeming love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 know, Thy cleansing power;
    May Thy tender love to me
    bind me closer, closer, Lord, to Thee.
  2. Thro’ this changing world below
    Lead me gently, gently as I go;
    Trusting Thee, I cannot stray.
    I can never, never, lose my way.
  3. I would love Thee more and more,
    Till this fleeting, life is o’er:
    Till my soul is lost in love
    In a brighter, brighter world above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, oh, 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. Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. HOW solemn are the words,
    Andet 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 may have;
    In vain the soul must elsewhere 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
    In a believer’s ear!
    It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
    And drives away his fear.
  2. It makes the wounded spirit whole,
    And calms the troubled breast,
    ’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
    And to the weary, rest.
  3. Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,
    My shield and hiding place,
    My never-failing treasury, filled
    With boundless stores of grace.
  4. Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
    My Prophet, Priest, and King,
    My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
    Accept the praise I bring.
  5. Weak is the effort of my heart,
    And cold my warmest thought;
    But when I see Thee as Thou art,
    I’ll praise Thee as I ought.
  6. Till then I would Thy love proclaim
    With every fleeting breath;
    And triumph in that blessed name,
    Which quells the power of death.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  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, oh 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. O TEACH us more of Thy blest ways,
    Thou holy Lamb of God!
    And fix and root us in Thy grace,
    As those redeem’d by blood.
  2. O tell us often of Thy love,
    Of all Thy grief and pain:
    And let our hearts with joy confess
    That thence comes all our gain.
  3. For this, O may we freely count
    Whate’er we have but loss;
    The dearest object of our love,
    Compared with Thee, but dross,
  4. Engrave this deeply on our hearts
    With an eternal pen,
    That we may in some small degree
    Return Thy love again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. O LAMB of God, still keep me
    Near to Thy wounded side;
    ’Tis only there in safety
    And peace I can abide.
    What foes and snares surround me!
    What lusts and fears within!
    The grace that sought and found me
    Alone can keep me clean.
  2. ’Tis only in Thee hiding,
    I know my life secure;
    Only in Thee abiding,
    The conflict can endure;
    Thine arm the vict’ry gaineth
    O’er every hurtful foe:
    Thy love my heart sustaineth
    In all its cares and woe.
  3. Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,
    In rapture face to face;
    One half has not been told me
    Of all Thy power and grace;
    Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
    The wonders of Thy love,
    Shall be the endless story
    Of all Thy saints above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. COME, let us all unite to sing,
    "God is love."
    Let heaven and earth their praises bring,
    "God is love."
    Let every soul from sin awake,
    Each in his heart sweet music make,
    And sing with us for Jesus sake, "God is love."
  2. Ohl tell to earth’s remotest bound,
    In Christ we have redemption found:
    His blood has washed our sins away,
    His Spirit turned our night to day;
    And now we can rejoice to say,
    "God is love."
  3. How happy is our portion here!
    His promises our spirits cheer;
    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."
  4. In glory we shall sing again,
    Yes, this shall be our lofty strain.
    Whilst endless ages roll along,
    In concert with the Heavenly throng.
    This shall be still our sweetest song -
    "God is love."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. IN evil long I took delight.
    Unawed by shame or fear,
    Till a new object met my sight,
    And stopped my wild career.
    Oh, the Lamb, the bleeding Lamb,
    the Lamb upon Calvary,
    The Lamb that was slain, that liveth again
    To intercede for me.
  2. I saw One hanging on a tree
    In agonies and blood,
    Who fixed His languid eyes on me
    As near His cross I stood.
  3. Sure never till my latest breath
    Can I forget that look;
    It seemed to charge me with His death
    Though not a word He spoke.
  4. My conscience felt and owned my guilt,
    And plunged me in despair.
    I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
    And helped to nail Him there.
  5. Alas! I knew not what I did;
    But now my tears are vain;
    Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
    For I the Lord have slain.
  6. A second look He gave, which said -
    I freely ail forgive:
    This blood is for thy ransom paid,
    I die that thou may’st live."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. MY heart is fixed, eternal God,
    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.
  2. In Him I see the Godhead shine,
    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,
  3. Today as yesterday the same.
    Christ for me:
    How precious is His balmy name.
    Christ for me!
    Christ a mere man may answer you
    Who error’s winding path pursue;
    But I with part can never do,
    Christ for me.
  4. Let others boast of heaps of gold,
    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.
  5. In pining sickness or in health,
    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.
  6. At home, abroad by night and day,
    Christ for me,
    Whenever 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. MY heavenly home is bright and fair,
    We’ll he gathered home:
    Nor death nor sighing enter there.
    We’ll be gathered home.
    We’ll wait till Jesus comes,
    we’ll wait till Jesus comes.
    We’ll wait till Jesus comes,
    then we’ll be gathered home.
  2. It’s glittering towers the sun outshine,
    That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
  3. MV Father’s house is built on high,
    Above the arched and starry sky.
  4. While here a stranger far from home,
    Affliction’s waves may round me foam:
  5. Let others seek a home below,
    Which flames devour or waves o’erflow.
  6. Be mine the happier lot to own,
    A heavenly mansion near the throne.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. YES, we part, but not for ever,
    Joyful hopes our bosom swell!
    They who love the Saviour never
    Know a long, a last farewell;
    Blissful unions lie beyond this parting vale.
  2. Sweet this hour of benediction,
    When such unions come to mind,
    When each holy heart-conviction,
    With the promises combined,
    Tell of meetings by the Lord for us designed.
  3. O what meetings are before us,
    Brighter far than tongue can tell,
    Glorious meetings to restore us
    Him with whom we long to dwell;
    With what raptures will the sight our bosom swell!
  4. Soon will cease such short-lived pleasures,
    Soon will fade this earth away,
    Brighter, fairer, nobler treasures
    Wait the full redemption day;
    Hail the rising of the wished-for new-born day.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. RISE up and hasten! my soul haste along,
    And speed on thy journey, with hope and with song;
    Home, home is nearing, ’tis coming into view;
    A little more of toiling, and then to earth adieu.
    Come, then come! and raise the joyful song;
    Ye children of the wilderness, our time cannot be long;
    Home. home. home! oh, why should We delay -
    The morn of Heaven is dawning, we’re near the break of day.
  2. Why should we linger when Heaven lies before?
    Earth’s fast receding, and soon will be no more;
    Its joys and its treasures which once here we knew,
    Now never More can charm US, With such a goal in view.
  3. Loved ones in Jesus, they’ve passed on before,
    Resting in glory, they weary are no more;
    Desert toils are ended, nothing now but joy
    And praises loud ascending their ever glad employ.
  4. No condemnation! blessed is the word,
    No separation! for ever with the Lord.
    By His blood He bought them, washed their every stain,
    With rapture now they praise Him, the Lamb that once was slain.
  5. Soon shall we join them, see Him with these eyes,
    Sing hallelujahs triumphant in the skies;
    He will be with us, Who loved us long before,
    And Jesus, precious Jesus, is ours for evermore.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN this passing world is done;
    When has sunk yon radiant 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 hear the wicked call
    On the rocks and hills to fall;
    When I see them start and shrink
    On the fiery deluge brink;
    Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
    Not till then, how much I owe.
  3. When I stand before Thy throne
    Dressed in beauty not mine 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.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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,
    Oh, what shall the harvest be?
    Oh, 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,
    Oh, 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,
    Oh, what shall the harvest be?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE atoning work is done -
    The Victim’s blood is shed;
    And Jesus now has gone
    His people’s cause to plead-
    He stands in Heaven their great High Priest,
    And bears their names upon His breast.
  2. He sprinkled with His blood
    The mercy-seat above;
    For justice had withstood
    The purposes of love;
    But justice now withstands no more,
    And mercy yields its boundless store.
  3. No temple made with hands
    His place of service is:
    In Heaven itself He stands
    A Heavenly priesthood His!
    In Him the shadows of the law
    Are all fulfill’d and now withdraw.
  4. And though a while He be
    Hid from the eyes of men,
    His people look to see
    Their great High Priest again.
    In brightest glory He will come
    And take His waiting people home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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 labours of my hands
    Can fulfil Thy law’s demands:
    Could my zeal no respite know —
    Could my tears for ever flow,
    All for sin could not atone;
    Thou must save, and Thou alone,
  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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN faint and weary toiling,
    With sweat drops on my brow,
    I long to rest from labour,
    To drop the burden now.
    There comes a gentle chiding
    To quell each mourning sigh -
    Work while the day is shining,
    There’s resting by-and-by.
    There’s resting by-and-by,
    there’s resting by-and-by,
    We shall not always labour,
    we shall not always sigh;
    Jesus, our Lord is coming,
    the One for whom we cry;
    Then labour on, my brother,
    there’s resting by-and-by.
  2. This life to toil is given,
    And He improves it best
    Who seeks by patient labour
    To enter into rest.
    Then, pilgrim, worn and weary,
    Press on, the goal is nigh;
    The prize is straight before thee,
    There’s resting by-and-by.
  3. Wan reaper in the harvest,
    Let this thy strength sustain;
    Each sheaf that fills the garner
    The Lord doth glory gain;
    Then spread abroad the Gospel,
    Oh, let the message fly -
    ’Tis sweet to work for Jesus,
    There’s resting by-and-by.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 should’st in thy sins be brought
    To stand before the awful face,
    From which the heaven and earth shall flee,
    The Throned One of Eternity. &c
  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. &c.
  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. &c.
  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. &c.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-7-7-7
  1. CROWNED with thorns upon the tree,
    Silent in Thine agony;
    Dying, crushed beneath the load
    Of the wrath and curse of God.
  2. On Thy pale and suffering brow,
    Mystery of love and woe;
    On Thy grief and sore amaze,
    Saviour, I would fix my gaze.
  3. On Thy pierced and bleeding breast
    Thou dolt bid the weary rest;
    Rest there from the world’s false ways,
    Rest there from its vanities.
  4. Rest in pardon and relief,
    From the load of guilt and grief;
    Rest in Thy redeeming blood,
    Rest in perfect peace with God.
  5. Sin-atoning sacrifice,
    Thou art precious in mine eyes;
    Thou alone my rest shalt be,
    Now and through eternity.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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.
  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. HL-11 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 ’cursed 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. ALL for Jesus! all for Jesus!
    All my being’s ransomed powers;
    All my thoughts and words and doings,
    All my days and all my hours.
    All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
    All my days and all my hours.
  2. Let my hands perform His bidding;
    Let my feet run in His ways;
    Let my eyes see Jesus only,
    Let my lips speak forth His praise.
    All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
    Let my lips speak forth His praise.
  3. Worldlings prize their gems of beauty,
    Cling to gilded toys of dust,
    Boast of wealth, and fame. and pleasure -
    Only Jesus will I trust.
    Only Jesus! only Jesus!
    Only Jesus will I trust.
  4. When my eyes are fixed on Jesus,
    I lose sight of all beside
    So enchained my spirit’s vision,
    Looking at the Crucified.
    All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
    All for Jesus crucified.
  5. Oh, what wonder! how amazing,
    Jesus, glorious King of kings,
    Deigns to call me His beloved,
    Lets me rest beneath His wings.
    All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
    Resting now beneath His wings.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THINE, Jesus, Thine,
    No more this heart of mine
    Shall seek its joy apart from Thee.
    The world is crucified to me,
    And I am Thine.
  2. Thine, Thine alone,
    My joy, my hope, my crown:
    Now earthly things may fade and die,
    They charm my soul no more
    for I Am Thine alone.
  3. Thine, ever Thine
    For ever to recline
    On love eternal, fixed and sure,
    Yes, I am Thine for evermore,
    Lord Jesus, Thine.
  4. Then let me live,
    Continual praise to give
    To Thy dear name, my precious Lord,
    Henceforth alone, beloved, adored,
    To Thee I’d live.
  5. Till Thou shalt come
    And bear me to Thy home;
    For ever freed from earthly care,
    Eternally Thy love to share,
    Lord Jesus, come.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L. M.
  1. THE countless multitude on high,
    That tune their song to Jesus’ name,
    All merit of their own deny,
    And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim.
  2. Firm on the ground of sovereign grace
    They stand before Jehovah’s throne;
    The only song in that blest place
    Is "Thou art worthy, Thou alone".
  3. With spotless robes of purest white,
    And branches of triumphal palm,
    They shout with transports of delight
    Heaven’s ceaseless, universal psalm —
  4. "Salvation’s glory all be paid
    To Him who sits upon the throne,
    And to the Lamb whose blood was shed;
    Thou, Thou art worthy! Thou alone.
  5. "For Thou wast slain, and in Thy blood
    These robes were washed so spotless pure;
    Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God
    Forever let Thy praise endure."
  6. Let us with joy adopt the strain
    We know we’ll sing forever there,
    "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain.
    Worthy alone the crown to wear."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SINNER how thy heart is troubled!
    God is coming very near;
    Do not hide t% deep emotion,
    Do not check that falling tear-
    Oh, be saved, His grace is free!
    Oh, be saved, He died for thee!
    Oh, 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 to-night!
  4. Let the angels bear the tidings
    Upward to the court of heaven!
    Let them sing with holy rapture,
    O’er another soul forgiven!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. GOD moves in a mysterious way
    His wonders to perform;
    He plants His footsteps in the sea,
    And rides upon the storm.
  2. Deep in unfathomable mines
    Of never-failing skill,
    He treasures up His bright designs,
    And works His sovereign will.
  3. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
    The clouds ye so much dread
    Are big with mercy, and shall break
    In blessings on your head.
  4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
    But trust Him for His grace;
    Behind a frowning providence
    He hides a smiling face.
  5. His purposes will ripen fast,
    Unfolding every hour;
    The bud may have a bitter taste,
    But sweet will be the flower.
  6. Blind unbelief is sure to err,
    And scan His work in vain;
    God is His own interpreter;
    And He will make it plain.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I HAVE heard of a Saviour’s love,
    And a wonderful love it must be,
    But did He come down from above
    Out of love and compassion for me?
    Yes, yes, yes, for me
    Our Lord from above, in His infinite love.
    On the cross died to save you and me.
  2. I have heard how He languished and bled,
    How He suffered on Calvary’s tree,
    But then is it anywhere said
    That He languished and suffered for me?
  3. I have heard of a Heaven on high,
    Which the children of God soon will see,
    But is there a place in the sky
    Made ready and furnished for me?
  4. Oh, yes, for the Bible doth tell
    Of salvation so priceless and free.
    For every poor sinner who will,
    And so ’tis salvation for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. ’TIS past - the dark and dreary night,
    And, Lord, we hail Thee now -
    Our Morning Star without a cloud
    Of sadness on Thy brow.
  2. Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,
    Thy sorrows all are o’er;
    And, oh, sweet thought! Thine eyes shall weep --
    Thy heart shall break no more.
  3. Deep were those sorrows — deeper still
    The love that brought Thee low
    That bade the streams of life from Thee,
    A lifeless Victim, flow.
  4. Drawn from Thy pierced and bleeding side
    That pure and cleansing flood
    Speaks peace to every heart that knows
    The virtues of Thy blood.
  5. Yet, ’tis not that we know the joy
    Of cancelled sin alone,
    But, happier far, Thy saints are call’d
    To share Thy glorious throne.
  6. So closely are we link’d in love
    So wholly one with Thee,
    That all Thy bliss and glory then
    Our portion blest shall be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. REJOICE and be glad! the Redeemer has come!
    Go look on His cradle, His cross, and His tomb.
  2. Sing His praises, tell the story Of Him who was slain
    Sound His praises, tell with gladness, He liveth again.
  3. Rejoice and be glad, for the blood hath been shed,
    Redemption is finished, the price hath been paid!
  4. Rejoice and be glad! now the pardon is free;
    The Just for the unjust has died on the tree.
  5. Rejoice and be glad for the Lamb that was slain
    O’er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
  6. Rejoice and be glad, for He cometh again,
    He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. BY faith in a glorified Christ on the throne
    We give up the joys of the world to its own;
    As strap ers and pilgrims we plainly declare,
    OUT 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 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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’MIDST the darkness, storm, and sorrow,
    One bright gleam I see,
    Well I know the blessed morrow,
    Christ will come for me.
    ’Midst the light, and peace, and glory,
    Of the Father’s home,
    Christ for me is watching, waiting -
    Waiting till I come.
  2. Long the blessed guide has led me
    By the desert road;
    Now I see the golden towers -
    City of my God.
    There, amidst the love and glory,
    He is waiting yet:
    On His hands a name is graven
    He can ne’er forget.
  3. There, amidst the songs of heaven,
    Sweeter to His ear
    Is the footfall through the desert,
    Ever drawing near.
    There, made ready are the mansions,
    Glorious, bright and fair;
    But the bride the Father gave Him
    Still is wanting there.
  4. Who is this Who comes to meet me
    On the desert way.
    As the Morning Star foretelling
    God’s unclouded day?
    He it is who came to win me.
    On the cross of shame;
    In His glory well I know Him,
    Evermore the same.
  5. Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
    All the desert past!
    Oh! the wondrous words of greeting
    He shall speak at last!
    He and I together entering
    Those bright courts above;
    He and I together sharing
    All the Father’s love.
  6. Where no shade nor stain can enter,
    Nor the gold be dim,
    In that holiness, unsullied,
    I shall walk with Him.
    Meet companion, then, for Jesus,
    From Him, for Him made;
    Glory of God’s grace for ever
    There in me displayed.
  7. He who, in His hour of sorrow,
    Bore the curse alone;
    I who, through the lonely desert,
    Trod where He had gone.
    He and I in that bright glory
    One deep joy shall share:
    Mine, to be for ever with Him
    His, that I am there.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-7-7-7-D
  1. MEEK and lowly Lamb of God!
    We are Thine by precious blood!
    (Precious blood whose power we’d know
    To separate from all below),
    All Thy glories we’d explore,
    That we may admire, adore;
    That we may conformed be,
    Lord, in all things unto Thee!
  2. Thou didst stoop in wondrous grace
    To redeem our fallen race;
    Clothe Thyself in humblest guise,
    For the joy, the shame despise.
    By this grace which in Thee shone,
    Lord of life, yet lowliest One!
    By Thy blood which made us free,
    Let us learn to follow Thee.
  3. By this grace which in Thee shone,
    O Thou meekest. gentlest One!
    By Thy silence under wrong,
    With Thine arm of might so strong,
    By Thy precious, precious blood
    Separating us to God,
    Saviour let us learn of Thee,
    Like Thee, meek and gentle be!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. O HEAD! once full of bruises,
    So full of pain and scorn,
    ’Mid other sore abuses
    Mocked with a crown of thorn:
    O Head! e’en now surrounded
    With brightest majesty,
    In death once bow’d and wounded
    On the accursed tree:
  2. Thou Countenance transcendent
    Thou life-creating Sun
    To worlds on Thee dependent -
    Yet bruised and spit upon;
    O Lord! what Thee tormented
    Was our sin’s heavy load,
    We had the debt augmented
    Which Thou did’st pay in blood.
  3. We give Thee thanks unfeigned,
    O Saviour, Friend in need.
    For what Thy soul sustained,
    When Thou for us didst bleed:
    Grant us to lean unshaken
    Upon Thy faithfullness,
    Until to glory taken
    We see Thee face to face.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TIS time to be prepared, prepared, prepared,
    ’Tis time to be prepared for that great day.
    Oh, turnn poor sinner, and escape eternal fire,
    Or you must stand your trial on that great day.
  2. You’ll see the Judge descending,
    With myriad host attending, on that great day.
  3. You’ll hear the wicked wailing,
    ’Neath storms of wrath prevailing, on that great day.
  4. You’ll see the saints rejoicing,
    Safe with the Lord rejoicing, on that great day.
  5. The day of grace is flying,
    No oil of grace for buying, on that great day.
  6. Oh! sinner come to Jesus!
    Oh! come and trust in Jesus for that great day.
  7. And Jesus will prepare you,
    With garments white prepare you for that great day.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TIS the promise of God full salvation to give
    Unto him 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. Tho’ 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 are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
    And they sing as they march through the street of pure gold,
  5. There’s a part in that chorus for you and for me,
    And the theme of our praises for ever will be,
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HOW many sheep are straying,
    Lost from the Saviour’s Yo
    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.
    Oh 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. Oh, who will seek to find them?
    Who for the Saviour’s sake
    Will search with tireless patience
    Thro’ brier and thro’ 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 bow’rs 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,
    If 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."’
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I KNOW not the hour when my Lord will come
    To take me away to His own dear home;
    But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom.
    And that will be glory for me!
    And that will be glory for me!
    Oh, that will be glory for me!
    But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom.
    And that will be glory for me!
  2. I know not the song that the angels sing,
    I know not the sound of the harp s glad ring;
    But I know there’ll be mention of Jesus the King,
    And that will be music for me.
    And that will be music for me, &c.
  3. I know not the form of my mansion fair,
    I know not the name that I then shall bear;
    But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
    And that will be heaven for me. &c.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 child 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-5
  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 or on earth like Thee;
    Thou bast died for sinners -- therefore Lord for me.
    Jesus I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soil],
    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 and 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 a- 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 cast out."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-8
  1. BENEATH the cross of Jesus
    I fain would take my stand.
    The shadow of a mighty rock
    Within a weary land;
    A home within the wilderness,
    A rest upon the way,
    From the burning of the noontide heat
    And the burden of the day.
  2. Oh, safe and happy shelter,
    Oh, refuge tried and sweet;
    Oh, trysting-place where heaven’s love
    And heaven’s justice meet.
    As to the holy patriarch
    That wondrous dream was given,
    So seems my Saviour’s cross to me
    A ladder up to heaven.
  3. There lies beneath its shadow,
    But on the further side,
    The darkness of an awful grave
    That gapes both deep and wide;
    And there between us stands the cross,
    Two arms outstretched to save,
    Like a watchman set to guard the way
    From that eternal grave.
  4. Upon that cross of Jesus
    Methinks at times I see
    The very dying form of One
    Who suffered there for me;
    And from my smitten heart with tears
    Two wonders I confess
    The wonders of His glorious love
    And my own worthlessness.
  5. I take, oh cross, thy shadow
    For my abiding place;
    I ask no other sunshine than
    The sunshine of His face.
    Content to let the world go by,
    To know no gain or loss
    My sinful self my only shame,
    My glory, all the cross.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. Be glad in the Lord and rejoice,
    All ye that are upright in heart;
    And ye that have made Him your choice
    Bid sadness and sorrow depart.
    Rejoice! . . Rejoice! ...
    Be glad in the Lord and rejoice.
  2. Be joyful, for He is the Lord,
    On earth and in heaven supreme,
    He fashions and rules by His word,
    The "Mighty" and "Strong" to redeem.
  3. What tho’ in the conflict for right
    Your enemies almost prevail!
    God’s armies just hid from your sight,
    Are more than the foes which assail.
  4. Tho’ darkness surround you by day,
    Your sky by We night be o’ercast,
    Let nothing your spirits dismay,
    But trust till the danger is past.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "WHAT must I do," has oft been asked,
    "Eternal life to gain?"
    Man anxious seems for any task
    If this he may obtain.
    Oh, the blood of Jesus!
    the precious blood of Jesus!
    Oh, 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 our 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 judgement 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THOU my everlasting portion,
    More than friend or life to me,
    All along my pilgrim journey,
    Saviour, I would walk with Thee.
    Close to Thee, close to Thee,
    Close to Thee, close to Thee, &c.
  2. Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
    Not for fame my prayer shall be;
    Gladly would I toil and suffer
    So that I may walk with Thee.
  3. Lead me thro’ the vale of shadows,
    Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea;
    Soon the gate of life eternal
    I shall enter Lord with Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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! in the strength of the Lord,
    And a robe and a crown shall our labour reward!
    When the home of the faithful our dwelling shall be,
    And we shout with the ransomed, "Salvation is free."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ALL glory to Jesus be given,
    That life and salvation are free,
    And all may be washed and forgiven.
    And Jesus has saved even me.
    Yes Jesus is mighty to save,
    And all His salvation may know,
    On His bosom I lean, and His blood makes me clean
    For His blood can wash whiter than snow.
  2. From darkness and sin and despair
    Out into the light of His love,
    He has brought me, and made me an heir
    To kingdoms and mansions above.
  3. Oh, the rapturous height of His love!
    The measureless depth of His grace!
    My soul all His fullness would prove,
    And live in His loving embrace.
  4. In Him all my wants are supplied,
    His love makes my heaven below:
    And freely His blood is applied,
    His blood that makes whiter than snow.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "MAN OF SORROWS," what a name
    For the Son of God who came
    Ruined sinners to redeem!
    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. When He comes, the glorious King,
    All His ransomed home to bring,
    Then anew this song we’ll sing:
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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.
    Oh, the height and depth of mercy!
    Oh, the length and breadth of love! Oh, 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 o’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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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;
    Nor all my prayers, or sighs, or tears
    Can bear 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. No other work save Thine,
    No meaner blood will do,
    No strength, save that which is divine,
    Can bear me safely through.
  5. 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-7-7-6
  1. JESUS, we remember Thee!
    Thy deep woe and agony,
    All Thy suffering on the tree,
    Jesus, we adore Thee.
  2. Calvary! oh, Calvary!
    Mercy’s vast, unfathomed sea,
    Love, eternal love to me.
    Jesus, we adore Thee.
  3. Darkness hung around Thy head,
    When for sin Thy blood was shed,
    Victim in the sinner’s stead.
    Jesus, we adore Thee.
  4. Jesus, hail! Thou now art risen;
    Thou hast all our sins forgiven;
    Haste we to our home in heaven.
    Jesus, we adore Thee.
  5. Thou hast said Thou wilt prepare
    Glorious mansions, bright and fair;
    Sorrow never cometh there.
    Jesus, we adore Thee.
  6. Soon with joyful, glad surprise,
    We shall hear Thy word, ARISE,
    Mounting upwards to the skies!
    Glory, glory, glory.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. I’M weary, I’m weary, with words such as mine,
    My Saviour! to tell forth Thy praises divine,
    I would, but I cannot, for love is so cold,
    I would, but I cannot, Thy beauties unfold.
  2. I’m weary, I’m weary, my Saviour to be
    Where love is not measured by present degree;
    Where the anthems of glory eternally roll,
    And the joy of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
  3. I’m weary to gaze on that face which had tears;
    For the Lord He once suffered strong cryings and fears:
    I’m weary to look on the brow that was tom;
    For the Lord He was pierced with nail and with thorn.
  4. I’m weary to crown Him - the Lamb that was slain,
    And never more grieve Him, or doubt Him again;
    Of sin I am weary and life such as mine,
    And I long for a service completely divine!
  5. I’m so weary of even what once was so dear!
    Compared with my Saviour there’s nothing to cheer:
    All truth, and all labours, and even the Word,
    How blessed soever - they are not the Lord.
  6. I’m weary for Jesus-’tis Him I would see;
    I want in His presence for ever to be;
    He suffered that I who had nothing but sin,
    Should find all my heaven for ever in Him.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE blast of the trumpet, so loud and so shrill,
    Will shortly re-echo o’er ocean and hill,
    When the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds,
    Come, come away;
    Oh, now we are ready to hail the glad day.
  2. The earth and the waters will yield up the dead,
    The righteous with joy will awake from their bed.
  3. The chorus of angels will burst from the skies,
    And blend with the shout of the saints as they rise.
  4. The cry of "the Bridegroom" will echo around,
    And the bride in her beauty go forth at the sound
  5. Acknowledged by Jesus - confess’d as His own -
    Transported to glory, we’ll sit on His throne.
  6. Oh, home of the holy, the happy, the free,
    My Jesus has opened thy portals to me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHY do you wait, dear sinner?
    Oh, 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, dear 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, dear sinner,
    The Spirit now striving within?
    Oh, why not accept His salvation,
    And throw off thy burden of sin?
  4. Why do you wait, dear sinner,
    The harvest is passing away;
    The Saviour is longing to bless you;
    There’s danger and death in delay.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. I’m a pilgrim bound for glory.
    I’m a pilgrim going home,
    Come and hear me tell my story,
    All who love the Saviour, come.
    Jesus loves me, hallelujah!
    Jesus gave Himself for me,
    Jesus leads me on to glory;
    Oh, rejoice, rejoice with me!
  2. When I first commenced my journey,
    Many said, "He’ll turn again,"
    But they all have been deceived,
    In the way I still remain.
  3. I will tell you what induced me
    For the better land to start,
    ’Twas the Saviour’s loving kindness
    Overcame and won my heart.
  4. I’m a wonder unto many,
    God the mighty change has wrought;
    Here I raise my Ebenezer,
    Hither by Thy help I’m brought.
  5. If to Jordan’s swelling river,
    Like a pilgrim I should come,
    Then to Christ I’ll shout salvation
    And go singing "Glory," home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. Oh! 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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. O EYES that are weary and hearts that are sore,
    Look off unto Jesus and sorrow no more;
    The light of His countenance shineth so bright,
    That on earth, as in heaven, there need be no night
  2. "Looking off unto Jesus," my eyes cannot see
    The troubles and dangers that throng around me:
    They cannot be blinded with sorrowful tears,
    They cannot be shadowed with unbelief fears,
  3. "Looking off unto Jesus," my spirit is blest,
    In the world I have turmoil - In Him I have rest;
    The sea of my life all about me may roar,
    When I look unto Jesus I hear it no more.
  4. "Looking off unto Jesus," I go not astray;
    My eyes are on Him, and He shows me the way;
    The path may seem dark as He leads me along,
    But following Jesus I cannot go wrong.
  5. "Looking off unto Jesus," my heart cannot fear,
    Its trembling is still when I see Jesus near:
    I know that His power my safeguard will be
    For, "Why are ye troubled?" He saith unto me.
  6. Soon, soon shall I know the full beauty and grace
    Of Jesus my Lord, when I stand face to face;
    I shall know how His love went before me each day,
    And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. SINNER why that look of sadness?
    Why thus weep, and sigh, and groan?
    All thy unbelief is madness,
    All thy griefs could not atone.
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    Jesus saves, and He alone.
  2. Why such longing for salvation?
    Why not take Him at His word?
    There is now no condemnation
    To the soul that trusts the Lord.
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    Oh, what joy it doth afford.
  3. See! for sin what bitter anguish
    Jesus bore upon the tree;
    See Him left by God to languish
    In atoning agony!
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    Jesus died from wrath to free!
  4. ’Tis thyself thou art discerning,
    Not the dying Lamb of God;
    Weeping, striving, never learning
    How He bore sin’s heavy load.
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    God is satisfied through blood.
  5. At the cross is now thy station;
    Lo! without thy grief or prayer,
    What a full, a free salvation
    God has waiting for thee there.
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    Frees from all thy anxious care.
  6. Now begin thy hallelujah,
    God Himself delights to hear,
    Jesus, Saviour, Hallelujah!
    Sweetest song that greets His ear.
    It is finished! Hallelujah!
    Perfect love hath cast out fear.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. CAST thy bread upon the waters,
    Ye who have but scant supply
    Angel eyes will watch above it,
    You shall find it by and by.
    Can you not to those around you
    Sing some little song of hope,
    As you look with longing vision
    Through faith’s mighty telescope?
  2. Cast thy bread upon the waters,
    Ye who have abundant store
    It may float on many a billow,
    It may strand on many a shore.
    You may think it lost for ever,
    But as sure as God is true,
    In this life or in the other
    It will yet return to you.
  3. Cast thy bread upon the waters,
    Far and wide your treasures strew,
    Scatter it with willing fingers,
    Laugh for joy to see it go.
    For if you do closely keep it
    It will only drag you down,
    If you love it more than Jesus
    It will keep you from your crown.
  4. Cast thy bread upon the waters,
    Waft it on with praying breath;
    In some distant doubtful moment
    It may save a soul from death.
    He who in His righteous balance
    Doth each human action weigh,
    Will your sacrifice remember,
    Will your loving deeds repay.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. AMIDST us our beloved stands,
    And bids us view His pierced hands;
    Points to His wounded feet and side,
    Blest emblems of the Crucified.
  2. What food luxurious loads the board,
    When at His table sits the Lord!
    The wine how rich, the bread how sweet,
    When Jesus deigns the guests to meet!
  3. If now with eyes defiled and dim,
    We see the signs but see not Him,
    Oh may His love the scales displace,
    And bid us see Him face to face!
  4. Our former transports we recount,
    When with Him in the holy mount;
    These cause our souls to thirst anew,
    His marred but lovely face to view.
  5. Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts,
    Thy present smile a heaven imparts;
    Oh, lift the veil, if veil there be,
    Let every saint Thy beauty see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. LORD JESUS CHRIST, we seek Thy face;
    Within the veil we bow the knee;
    Oh, let Thy glory fill the place,
    And bless us while we wait on Thee.
  2. We thank Thee for the precious blood
    That purged our sins and brought us nigh,
    All cleansed and sanctified to God,
    Thy holy Name to magnify.
  3. Shut in with Thee, far, far above
    The restless world that wars below.
    We seek to learn and prove Thy love,
    Thy wisdom and Thy grace to know.
  4. The brow that once with thorns was bound,
    Thy hands, Thy side, we fain would see;
    Draw near, Lord Jesus, glory-crowned,
    And bless us while we wait on Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M
  1. WE praise our blessed Lord who died
    That we might live with Him,
    Who gave up all in wondrous love
    Lost sinners to redeem.
    Hallelujah to the Lamb
    Who for sinners was offered;
    He is worthy, He is worthy,
    He is worthy - alone.
  2. So far from God had we all gone
    In guilt and misery;
    The sons of wrath, the heirs of hell,
    No God, no hope had we.
  3. So near He came to us in love -
    Made sin, He bore our load,
    That we in Him might stand complete,
    The righteousness of God.
  4. So far from God for us He stood,
    Forsaken, left was He,
    Thus wrath and indignation bore,
    Accursed on the tree.
  5. So near He brought us to our God,
    By His own precious blood:
    As He is, so are we below,
    Loved by His Father, God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. THOU art coming, O my Saviour,
    Thou art coming, O my King,
    Every tongue Thy name confessing,
    Well may we rejoice and sing;
    Thou art coming, rays of glory,
    Thro’ the veil Thy death has rent,
    Gladden now our pilgrim pathway,
    Glory from Thy presence sent.
  2. Thou art coming, Thou art coming,
    We shall meet Thee on the way,
    Thou art coming, we shall see Thee,
    And be like Thee on that day.
    Thou art coming, Thou art coming!
    Jesus our beloved Lord,
    O the joy to see Thee reigning,
    Worshipp’d, glorified, adored.
  3. Thou art coming, not a shadow,
    Not a mist and not a tear,
    Not a sin and not a sorrow,
    On that sunrise grand and clear;
    Thou art coming, Jesus Saviour,
    Nothing else seems worth a thought,
    Oh, how marvellous the glory,
    And the bliss Thy pain hath bought.
  4. Thou art coming, we are waiting
    With a hope that cannot fail,
    Asking not the day or hour,
    Anchored safe within the veil;
    Thou art coming. at Thy table
    We are witnesses for this,
    As we meet Thee in communion,
    Earnest of our coming bliss.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 you 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. THY work, not mine, O Christ!
    Speaks gladness to this heart;
    It tells me all is done;
    It bids my fears depart.
    To whom, save Thee, who could alone
    For sin atone, Lord, shall we flee?
  2. Thy blood, not mine, O Christ!
    Thy blood so freely spilt,
    Could blanch my blackest stains,
    And purge away my guilt.
  3. Thy cross, not mine, O Christ!
    Has borne the awful load
    Of sins, that none in heaven
    Or earth could bear but God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-7-7-7
  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 receiv ... eth sinful men ...
    Make the mes ... sage 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. Now my heart condemns me not,
    Pure before the law I stand,
    He who cleansed me from all spot
    Satisfied its last demand.
  4. Christ receiveth sinful men,
    Even me with all my sin;
    Purged from every spot and stain,
    Heaven with Him I enter in.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. Hark! sinner, hark! we have tidings so true,
    Tidings of pardon and blessings 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 the guilty sinners, and "Salvation is free."
  2. Guilty you are, yet we know very well
    Jesus has suffered to save you from hell:
    Tho’ 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 in Jesus and you shall be saved:
    Tears of repentance, tho’ real they may be
    Ne’er can purchase heaven, for "Salvation is free."
  5. Haste! O remember, if grace you will spurn,
    Banished from God, down in hell you will burn:
    Hark to His word, then, we tell now to Thee
    Tarry not nor linger, while "Salvation is free."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  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.
  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 vail.
  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
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SOUND aloud the wondrous story,
    Jesus died upon the tree:
    As we onward march to glory,
    Jesus died upon the tree.
    Sinners of the deepest dye,
    Who the God of love defy,
    Unto you we’re sent to cry,
    Jesus died upon the tree.
  2. Yes, lost one, it was for you
    Jesus died upon the tree;
    O what love — how deep, how true!
    Jesus died upon the tree.
    See Him there, the Spotless One,
    See the blood which doth atone,
    Hear Him cry, ’tis done, ’tis done,
    As He died upon the tree.
  3. Sinner, you died have heard the story,
    Jesus died upon the tree;
    And you fain would meet in glory
    Him who died upon the tree.
    Then on Christ just now rely,
    Ere in judgement He pass by,
    And no more you’ll hear the cry,
    "Jesus died upon the tree."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D.
  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. Jesus we look to Thee;
    Where else can sinners go?
    Thy boundless love has set us free
    From wretchedness and woe.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D.
  1. PRAY, brethren, pray!
    The sands are falling,
    Pray, brethren, pray!
    God’s voice is calling,
    Yon turret strikes the dying chime,
    We kneel upon the verge of time.
    Eternity is drawing nigh!
    Eternity is drawing nigh!
  2. Praise, brethren, praise!
    The skies are rending;
    Praise, brethren, praise!
    The fight is ending;
    Behold the glory draweth near,
    The King Himself will soon appear.
  3. Watch, brethren, watch!
    The year is dying;
    Watch, brethren, watch!
    Old Time is flying;
    Watch as men watch the parting breath!
    Watch as men watch for life or death.
  4. Look, brethren, look!
    The day is breaking;
    Hark, brethren, hark!
    The dead are waking;
    With girded loins all ready stand;
    Behold, the Bridegroom is at hand.
    Eternity is drawing nigh!
    Eternity is drawing nigh!
    Is drawing nigh.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SATISFIED with Thee, Lord Jesus,
    I am blest;
    Peace which passeth understanding
    On Thy breast; no more doubting,
    No more trembling, oh, what rest.
  2. Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,
    I would be;
    Finding joy and satisfaction
    All in Thee; Thou the nearest
    And the dearest unto me.
  3. Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,
    In the air;
    When Thy saints shall rise with joy
    To meet Thee there, Oh what gladness!
    No more sadness, sin, nor care.
  4. Longing for the Bride, Lord Jesus,
    Of Thy heart;
    To be with Thee in the glory,
    Where Thou art, Love so groundless,
    Grace so boundless, wins my heart.
  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 she’ll repeat!
  6. O to praise Thee there, Lord Jesus,
    O to grieve and wander from Thee
    Nevermore! Earth’s sad story
    Closed in glory on yon shore!
  7. Then Thy Church will be, Lord Jesus,
    The display
    Of Thy richest grace and kindness
    In that day, marking pages,
    Wondrous stages, o’er earth’s way.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. O SAFE to the rock that is higher than I,
    My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
    So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would I be,
    Thou blest "Rock of Ages," I’m hiding in Thee.
    Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,
    Thou blest "Rock of Ages," I’m hiding in Thee.
  2. In the calm of the noon-tide, in sorrow’s lone hour,
    In times when temptation casts o’er me its pow’r;
    In the tempest of life, on its wide heaving sea,
    Thou blest "Rock of Ages," I’m hiding in Thee.
  3. How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
    I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe;
    How often when trials like sea-billows roll,
    Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN I shall wake in that fair morn of morns,
    After whose dawning never night returns,
    And with whose glory day eternal burns,
    I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.
  2. I ... shall be satisfied, I ... shall be satisfied,
    When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns;
    I ... shall be satisfied, I ... shall be satisfied,
    When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns.
  3. When I shall see Thy glory face to face,
    When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace,
    When Thou shalt open all Thy stores Of grace,
    I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.
  4. When I shall meet with those that I have loved,
    Clasp in my eager arms the long removed,
    And find how faithful Thou to me halt proved,
    I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.
  5. When I shall gaze upon the face of Him
    Who for me died, with eyes no longer dim,
    And praise Him with the everlasting hymn,
    I shall be satisfied, be satisfied.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "FOR God so loved!" Oh wondrous theme!
    Oh, wondrous key to wondrous scheme!
    A Saviour sent to sinful men
    Glory to God the Father!
  2. Glory to God the Fa ... ther!
    Glory to God the Fa ... ther!
    Glory, glory, glory to God the Father.
  3. In love God gave, in love Christ came,
    That man might know the Father’s name,
    And in the Son salvation claim
    Glory to God the Father!
  4. As man He tarried here below,
    The power and love of God to show;
    To help and heal all human woe —
    Glory to God the Father!
  5. Upon the cross His life He gave,
    His people from their sins to save;
    For them descended to the grave -
    Glory to God the Father!
  6. By God exalted from the dead,
    He reigns on high the living Head
    Of ev’ry soul for whom He bled -
    Glory to God the Father!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, how happy are they
    Who the Saviour obey,
    And have laid up their treasure above:
    Tongue can never express
    The sweet comfort and peace
    Of a soul in its earliest love.
  2. It is good to be here!
    It is good to be here,
    Thy perfect love drives away fear,
    And the light streaming down
    makes the pathway all clear,
    It is good for us, Lord, to be here.
  3. That sweet comfort was mine,
    When the favour divine
    I received through the blood of the Lamb;
    When my heart first believed,
    What a joy I received,
    What a heaven in Jesus’ name.
  4. ’Twas a heaven below,
    My Redeemer to know;
    And the angels could do nothing more
    Than to fall at His feet
    And the story repeat,
    And the Lover of sinners adore.
  5. Jesus, all the day long,
    Was my joy and my song;
    O that all His salvation might see!
    "He hath loved me," I cried;
    "He hath suffered and died
    To redeem a poor rebel like me."
  6. O the rapturous height
    Of that holy delight
    Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
    Of my Saviour possess’d
    I was perfectly blessed,
    As if filled with the fullness of God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. LET us sing of the love of the Lord;
    As now to the cross we draw nigh,
    Let us sing to the praise of the God of all grace
    For the love that gave Jesus to die!
    Oh, the love that gave Jesus to die!
    The love that gave Jesus to die!
    Praise God, it is mine, this love so divine,
    The love that gave Jesus to die.
  2. Oh, how great was the love that was shown
    To us - we can never tell why -
    Not to angels, but men - let us praise Him again
    For the love that gave Jesus to die!
  3. Now this love unto all God commends,
    Not one would His mercy pass by;
    "Whosoever shall call," there is pardon for all
    In the love that gave Jesus to die.
  4. Who is He that can separate those
    Whom God doth in love justify?
    Whatsoever we need He includes in the deed,
    In the love that gave Jesus to die!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. SOUND the alarm! let the watchman cry -
    "Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh;"
    Who will escape from the wrath to come?
    Who have a place in the soul’s bright home?
    Sound the alarm, watchman! sound the alarm!
    For the Lord will come with a conquering arm,
    And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance,
    Shall wither and fall at His glance.
  2. Sound the alarm! let the cry go forth,
    Swift as the wind o’er the realms of earth -
    "Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide!
    Flee to the Rock! in its cleft abide!"
  3. Sound the alarm on the mountain’s brow!
    Plead with the lost by the wayside now!
    Warn them to come, and the truth embrace;
    Urge them to come and be saved by grace.
  4. Sound the alarm in the youthful ear,
    Sound it aloud that the old may hear!
    Blow ye the trump whilst the day-beams last!
    Blow ye the trump till the light is past.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. PRAISE Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer;
    Sing ye saints! His wonderful love proclaim.
    Hail him! hail Him! mightiest angels in glory.
    Strength and honour give to His holy name.
    Like Shepherd Jesus will feed His people.
    In His arms He carries them all day long.
    O ye saints that dwell in the light of His presence,
    Praise Him, praise Him, ever in joyful song.
  2. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer;
    For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died;
    He’s our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation.
    Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the crucified.
    Loving Saviour, meekly enduring sorrow;
    Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow;
    Once for us rejected, despised and forsaken;
    Prince of glory! He is triumphant now.
  3. Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer;
    Heavenly portals, loud with hosannahs ring;
    Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever;
    Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet, and Priest, and King.
    Death is vanquished, tell it with joy, ye faithful,
    Where is now thy victory, boasting grave?
    Jesus lives! No longer thy portals are cheerless,
    Jesus lives! the mighty and strong to save.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "REDEEMED!" ... "Redeemed!" ... Oh, sing the joyful strain;
    Give praise ... give praise,... and glory to His name,
    Who gave His blood our souls to save,
    And purchased freedom for the slave!
    And purchased freedom for the slave!
    "Redeemed!" "redeemed!" from sin and all its woe!
    "Redeemed!" "redeemed!" eternal life to know!
    "Redeemed!" "redeemed!" by Jesus’ blood;
    "Redeemed!" "redeemed!" oh, praise the Lord!
  2. What grace! ... what grace! ...
    That He who calmed the wave
    Should stoop,... my soul ... my guilty soul to save!
    That He the curse should bear for me,
    A sinful wretch, His enemy!
  3. "Redeemed!" ... "redeemed!"
    The word has brought repose,
    And joy ... and joy ... that each redeemed one knows,
    Who sees his sins on Jesus laid,
    And knows His blood the ransom paid.
  4. "Redeemed!" ... "redeemed!"
    Oh, joy that I should be
    In Christ, ... in Christ ... from sin for ever free!
    For ever free to praise His name,
    Who bore for me the guilt and shame!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-4
  1. GOD’S almighty arms are round me;
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Judgement scenes need not confound me;
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Jesus came Himself and sought me;
    Sold to death. He found and bought me;
    Then my blessed freedom taught me -
    Peace, peace is mine!
  2. While I hear life’s rugged billows,
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Why suspend my harp on willows?
    Peace, peace is mine!
    I may sing, with Christ beside me,
    Tho’ a thousand ills betide me;
    Safely He hath sworn to guide me;
    Peace, peace is mine!
  3. Ev’ry trial draws Him nearer;
    Peace, peace is mine!
    All His strokes but make Him dearer;
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Bless 1, then, the hand that smiteth
    Gently, and to heal delighteth,
    ’Tis against my sins He fighteth;
    Peace, peace is mine!
  4. Welcome, ev’ry rising sunlight,
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Nearer home each rolling midnight,
    Peace, peace is mine! Death and hell cannot appal me;
    Safe in Christ whate’er befall me;
    Calmly wait I till He call me;
    Peace, peace is mine!
    Tune - I’m redeemed.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-4
  1. OH, 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 love divine!
    So pure, so full, so free!
    It reaches out to all mankind,
    Embraces even me!
  3. All glory now to Christ the Lord,
    And ever more shall be!
    He hath redeemed my soul from sin,
    And ransomed even me!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. FROM every stormy wind that blows,
    From every swelling tide of woes,
    There is a calm, a safe retreat;
    ’Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
  2. There is a place where Jesus sheds
    The oil of gladness on our heads;
    A place than all beside more sweet
    It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
  3. There is a scene where spirits blend,
    Where friend holds fellowship with friend:
    Though sundered far by faith we meet
    Around one common mercy-seat.
  4. Ah, whither could we flee for aid
    When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
    Or how the hosts of hell defeat
    Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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. Long my weary feet have halted
    In the path that leads from Thee;
    Now, when years, alas! are wasted,
    I surrender, Lord, to Thee.
  4. Thou for me did’st come from Heaven,
    Died upon the cross of shame;
    Thou eternal life halt given
    Glory be unto Thy name!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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.
    Oh! 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 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.
    Oh! what joy, that great foregathering,
    Trysted meeting in the air;
    Sweet to know He’s coming for us,
    Calling us to join Him there.
  3. He is coming - oh! 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.
    Oh! what joy when He imputeth
    Righteousness instead of sin;
    Sweet to take the linen garments,
    All a gift and all for 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."
    Oh! what joy that marriage union,
    Mystery of love divine:
    Sweet to sing in all its fullness,
    I am His and He is mine."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. THE blood has always precious been,
    ’Tis precious now to me;
    Through it alone my soul has rest,
    From fear and doubt set free.
    O, wondrous is the crimson tide,
    Which from my Saviour flowed;
    And still in heaven my song shall be,
    "The precious, precious blood."
  2. "1 will remember now no more,"
    God’s faithful word has said,
    "The follies and the sins of him
    For whom my Son has bled."
  3. Not all my well-remembered sins
    Can startle or dismay;
    That precious blood atones for all,
    And bears my guilt away.
  4. Perhaps this feeble frame of mine
    Will soon in sickness lie;
    But, resting on that precious blood,
    How peacefully I’ll die.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  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, oh 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. Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE have heard the joyful sound:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Tell the message all around:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Bear the news to ev’ry 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!
    Say to sinners far and wide:
    Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
    Tell the outcast and the bad,
    Sin and Satan’s vilest slaves,
    Tell the weary and the sad;
    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 thro’ 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. BEHOLD, a Stranger at the door,
    He gently knocks- has knocked before;
    Has waited long, is waiting still:
    You use no other friend so ill.
  2. O lovely attitude! He stands
    With melting heart, and open hands!
    O matchless kindness! and He shows
    This matchless kindness to His foes.
  3. But will He prove a friend indeed?
    He will, the very Friend you need:
    The Friend of sinners - yes ’tis He,
    That Friend who died on Calvary.
  4. Admit Him - for the human breast
    Ne’er entertained so kind a guest;
    Admit Him - or the hour’s at hand,
    When at His door denied you’ll stand.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THE Cross! the Cross! the wondrous Cross
    On which the Saviour died;
    I gaze upon the 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,
    For sinners sin 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. PRECIOUS, precious blood of Jesus,
    Shed on Calvary,
    Shed for rebels, and 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 it flow in mighty cleansing
    O’er thy soul.
  4. Though thy sins are red like crimson,
    Deep in scarlet glow,
    Jesus’ precious blood can make them
    White as snow.
  5. Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
    Ever flowing free!
    Oh, believe it, Oh receive it,
    ’Tis for thee.
  6. Precious blood, whose full atonement
    Makes us nigh to God!
    Precious blood, our song and glory,
    Praise and laud!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 maybe, 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 gIory,
    WilI Jesus receive "His own."
  4. Oh, joy! oh, 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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. MY soul amid this stormy world
    Is like some fluttered dove,
    And fain would be as swift of wing
    To flee to Him I love.
  2. The cords that bound my heart to earth
    Are loosed by Jesus’ hand:
    Before His cross I now am left
    A stranger in the land.
  3. That visage marr’d, those sorrows deep,
    The thorns, the scourge, the gall;
    These were the golden chains of love
    His captive to enthral.
  4. Fain would I, Saviour, know Thy love,
    Which yet no measure knows,
    Would search the depth of all Thy wounds,
    The secret of Thy woes.
  5. Fain would I strike the golden harp,
    And wear the promised crown,
    And at Thy feet while bending low,
    Would sing what grace has done.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TWAS love that sought Gethsemane,
    Or Judas ne’er had found Thee;
    ’Twas love that nailed Thee to the tree,
    Or iron ne’er had bound Thee.
  2. ’Twas love that lived, ’twas love that died
    With endless life to bless us,
    Well hast Thou won Thy blood-bought bride;
    Worthy art Thou, Lord Jesus.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 dark’ning 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 should’st give ... Thy life for me?
    To bear the cross ... and agony -
    In that dread hour ... on Calvary!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. BEFORE the throne of God above,
    I have a strong, a perfect plea:
    A great High Priest whose name is Love,
    Who ever lives and pleads for me.
  2. When Satan tempts me to despair,
    Telling of evil yet within,
    Upward I look, and see Him there,
    Who made an end of all my sin.
  3. Because the sinless Saviour died,
    My sinful soul is counted free,
    For God the just is satisfied
    To look on Him and pardon me.
  4. Behold Him there the once slain Lamb,
    My perfect, spotless, righteousness,
    The great unchangeable "I am,"
    The King of glory and of grace.
  5. One with Himself, I cannot die,
    My soul is purchased by His blood,
    My life is hid with Christ on high -
    With Christ my Saviour and my God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. The glory shines before me!
    I cannot linger here!
    Though clouds may darken o’er me,
    My Father’s house is near.
    If through this barren desert
    A little while I roam,
    The glory shines before me,
    I am not far from home!
  2. Beyond the storms I’m going,
    Beyond the vale of tears,
    Beyond the floods o’erflowing,
    Beyond the changing years.
    I’m going to a better land,
    By faith long since possess’d,
    The glory shines before me,
    For this is not my rest.
  3. The Lamb is there the glory!
    The Lamb is there the light!
    Affliction’s grasp but tore me
    From phantoms of the night.
    The voice of Jesus calls me;
    My race will soon be run,
    The glory shines before me,
    The prize will soon be won.
  4. The glory shines before me,
    I know that all is well!
    My Father’s care is o’er me,
    His praises I would tell.
    The love of Christ constrains me,
    His blood has washed me white,
    Where Jesus is the glory -
    ’Tis home! and love! and light!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THERE is a fold where none can stray,
    And pastures ever green,
    Where sultry sun or stormy day
    Or night is never seen.
  2. There is a Shepherd living there,
    The first-born from the dead,
    Who tends with sweet unwearied care
    The flock for which He bled.
  3. There congregate the sons of light,
    Fair as the morning sky;
    And taste of infinite delight
    Beneath their Saviour s eye.
  4. Their joy bursts forth in strains of love,
    In one harmonious song;
    And through the heavenly courts above
    The echoes roll along.
  5. O may our faith take up that sound,
    Though toiling here below;
    ’Midst trials may our joys abound,
    And songs amidst our woe.
  6. Until we reach that happy shore
    And join to swell their strain;
    And from our God go out no more,
    And never weep again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. RISE, my soul, thy God directs thee;
    Stranger hands no more impede,
    Pass thou on: His hand protects thee,
    Strength that has the captive freed.
  2. Is the wilderness before thee,
    Desert land where drought abides?
    Heavenly springs shall there restore thee,
    Fresh from God’s exhaustless tides.
  3. Light divine surrounds thy going;
    God Himself shall mark thy way;
    Secret blessings, richly flowing,
    Lead to everlasting day.
  4. In the desert God will teach thee
    What the God that thou hast found
    Patient, gracious, powerful. holy -
    All His grace shall there abound.
  5. Though thy way be long and dreary,
    Eagle strength He’ll still renew;
    Garments fresh and foot unweary,
    Tell how God hath brought thee through.
  6. There no stranger God shall meet thee;
    Stranger thou in courts above,
    He who to His rest shall greet thee
    Greets thee with a well-known love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. COME sinner, come! the time is flying,
    Come while you may, for men are dying,
    Death reaps its sheaves on every hand
    The old, the young, on sea, on land.
    Eternity is drawing nigh,
    Eternity is drawing nigh.
  2. Haste, lingrer, haste! the door is closing,
    Your soul its day of grace is losing;
    The time of love will quickly end,
    The wrath of God will soon descend.
  3. Now, sinner, now! while God is calling,
    Now, while the shades of night are falling;
    Behold, the Judge is at the door,
    His lips will speak of grace no more.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE’RE travelling home to heaven above,
    Will you go? Will you go?
    To sing the Saviour’s dying love,
    Will you go? 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, etc.
    Far, far from death, and curse, and night;
    The crown of life we then shall wear,
    The conqueror’s palm we then shall bear,
    And all the joys of heaven share.
  3. We’re going to see the risen Lamb,
    In rapturous songs to praise His name;
    Our sun will then no more go down,
    Our moon no more shall be withdrawn,
    Our days of mourning ever gone.
  4. The way to heaven is straight and plain:
    Repent, believe, be born again
    The Saviour cries aloud to thee,
    Take up thy cross and follow Me,
    And thou shalt My salvation see.
  5. O could I hear some sinner say —
    I will go! I will go!
    From Christ I can no longer stay!
    I will go! I will go!
    My old companions, fare ye well,
    I will not go with you to hell:
    I mean with Jesus Christ to dwell,
    I will go! I will go!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "The wages of sin is death."
  2. "Prepare to meet thy God."
  3. "Ye must be born again."
  4. "Behold the Lamb of God."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. GOD be with you till we meet again!
    By His counsels 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 threat’ning wave before you;
    God be with you till we meet again!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I LOVE the Lord, I know I do;
    A shelter in the time of storm:
    And that’s not all. He loves me, too.
    A shelter in the time of storm.
    Oh, Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
    A weary land, a weary land;
    Oh, Jesus is a rock in a weary land,
    A shelter in the time of storm.
  2. A long time dead in sin I lay,
    No shelter in the time of storm;
    I feared to think of the judgment day,
    No shelter in the time of storm.
  3. But now I’ve fled from Satan’s power,
    To the shelter in the time of storm;
    I rest in Jesus at this hour,
    My shelter in the time of storm.
  4. He hides me from the wrath of God,
    My shelter in the time of storm:
    He gives me peace amidst alarm,
    My shelter in the time of storm.
  5. He shields my soul from every harm,
    My shelter in the time of storm;
    He gives me peace amidst alarm,
    My shelter in the time of storm.
  6. Come, sinner, flee for refuge, too,
    To the shelter in the time of storm;
    There’s room beneath its shade for you,
    In the shelter in the time of storm.
  7. And when on earth we need no more
    A shelter in the time of storm,
    We’ll praise Him on yon golden shore,
    Our shelter in the time of storm.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, Jesus, how great is Thy mercy
    To die for a rebel like me,
    And give me a glorious salvation,
    So precious, so perfect, so free!
    The cross now covers my sins,
    I’m under the shelter of blood,
    I’m trusting, Lord Jesus, in Thee
    Brought nigh even now unto God.
  2. I thought I was saved by my working,
    My goodness, my praying, or tears:
    For Satan said, "Use every effort
    To conquer your sins and your fears."
  3. Until I at last saw the Saviour,
    And knew it was only His blood,
    That could bring me, a vile, wretched sinner,
    Near, near to a heart-searching God.
  4. But now free from all condemnation,
    By faith on the Lamb I would gaze,
    And know that, ere long, in the glory,
    My song of thanksgiving I’ll raise.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HE comes, He comes, the Bridegroom comes;
    The "Morning Star" appears;
    The "cloudless morning" sweetly dawns,
    Saints quit this vale of tears.
    Your absent Lord no longer mourn;
    Reproach no longer bear;
    He comes, He comes, rise happy saints,
    To meet Him in the air.
  2. He comes, He comes, the Bridegroom comes;
    The Church is now complete,
    Her Lord beholds her "clean and fair,"
    A partner for Him meet.
    He comes, His purchased Bride to claim,
    Her "mansion" is prepared.
    He comes, He comes, rise waiting saints,
    To meet your waiting Lord.
  3. He comes, He comes, the Bridegroom comes;
    He "shouts" for His great joy,
    As yet unseen by mortal flesh,
    He tarries in the sky.
    The marriage o’er, to earth He’ll come,
    No longer hid from men,
    He’ll come, He’ll come, with all His saints,
    To shew His glory then.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WOULD you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because my blessed Jesus
    From my sins has ransomed me.
    This is why I love my Jesus,
    This is why I love Him so
    He has pardoned my transgressions,
    He has washed me white as snow.
  2. Would you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because the blood of Jesus,
    Has been shed for guilty me.
  3. Would you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because amid temptations
    He supports and strengthens me.
  4. Would you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because in every conflict
    Jesus gives me victory.
  5. Would you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because my Friend and Saviour
    He will ever, ever be.
  6. Would you know why I love Jesus,
    Why He is so dear to me?
    ’Tis because for me He’s coming,
    And His glory I shall see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 the Saviour’s name.
  2. I have a Christ that satisfies,
    Since I have been redeemed,
    To do His will’s 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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. Oh, 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 pow’r to save.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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."
  2. How oft ofthy 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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SINNER, turn and come to Jesus,
    Ere the day of grace is ended;
    He is waiting to receive ve you,
    Come, come to-day.
    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 grinds you,
    Come, come to-day.
  5. Tho’ your sins be red as crimson,
    Jesus blood’s a cleansing fountain,
    All your sins will be forgiven,
    Only believe.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. HARK! the voice of Jesus calling -
    "Come, ye laden, come to Me;
    I have rest and peace to offer,
    Rest, thou labouring one, for thee:"
    "Take salvation -
    Take It NOW and happy be."
  2. Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
    Still the Saviour calls to thee;
    Faith can hear His gracious accents -
    "Come, ye laden, come to Me."
  3. Soon that voice will cease its calling,
    Now it speaks and speaks to thee;
    Sinner, heed the gracious message -
    To the blood for refuge flee.
  4. Life is found alone in Jesus,
    Only there ’tis offered thee -
    Offered without price or money,
    ’Tis the gift of God sent free.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. AH! many years my burdened heart
    Has sighed and longed to know
    The virtue 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 as 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. Oh, tell to every saint you meet
    To sinners high and low,
    That trusting in the Saviour’s blood,
    It washes white as snow.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SALVATION! what a precious word!
    Salvation! what a theme!
    It casts across the sinner’s path
    A radiant, heavenly beam!
    However cheerless, dark, and sad,
    The path before he trod,
    Salvation comes with blissful rays,
    And lights the soul to God.
  2. Salvation is the precious boon
    Of love divine to man;
    Salvation is the grand result
    Of God’s redemption plan;
    It finds the sinner far from God.
    And brings him very nigh;
    It finds him full of sin and shame,
    And makes him full of joy.
  3. Salvation is the song on earth.
    Of all who love the Lord;
    Salvation is the theme of heaven
    Its fullest, sweetest chord.
    Salvation! oh, poor sinner come,
    And join the glorious strain;
    Rest in the Saviour’s precious love,
    And light and joy obtain.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. THE love of God is righteous love,
    Inscribed upon Golgotha’s tree —
    Love that exacts the sinner’s 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. No, not the love without the blood;
    That were to me no love at all;
    It could not reach my sinful soul,
    Nor hush the fears that me appal.
  4. I need the love. I need the blood,
    I need the grace, the cross, the grave,
    I need the resurrection power,
    A soul like mine to purge and save.
  5. 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. FAREWELL, loved ones, till we meet again;
    May the Lord His blessing send us,
    May His loving power defend us;
    Farewell, till we meet - we meet again.
  2. Till we meet ... till we meet ...
    Till we meet at Jesus’ feet.
    Till we meet - till we meet;
    Farewell till we meet - we meet again.
  3. Farewell, loved ones, till we meet again;
    More and more of Jesus knowing,
    Peace o’er all our spirits flowing;
    Farewell, till we meet -we meet again.
  4. Farewell loved ones, till we meet again;
    Or -should close life’s fleeting story;
    Till we meet, each one, in glory,
    Farewell, till we meet - we meet again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THEY tell me there are dangers
    In the path my feet must tread;
    But they cannot see the glory
    That is shining round my head.
    O ’tis Jesus leads my footsteps,
    He has made my heart His own,
    For I would not dare to journey
    Through the wide wide world alone.
  2. They tell me life has trials,
    And the fairest hopes will flee;
    But I trust my all in Jesus,
    And I know He cares for me.
  3. 1 know my heart is sinful,
    And my love seems all too small,
    But if Jesus’ arm is round me,
    I shall win and conquer all.
  4. When the journey here has ended,
    Then I His face shall see;
    For the pearlytes will open,
    And I know gates welcome me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. CHRISTIANS go and tell of Jesus,
    Flow 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
  2. Here I raise my Ebenezer.
    Hither by Thine help I’m come:
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
  3. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    of Wand’ring from the fold of God;
    He, to save my soul from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.
  4. Oh, to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
    Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee,
  5. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
    Prone to leave the God I love;
    Take my heart. Lord, take and seal it,
    Seal it for Thy courts above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-8-7
  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 roll’d 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, oh, may we love;
    Here we stand in Thine acceptance
    In the Father’s sight above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. HE sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
    And He is strong to save;
    He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
    And guides each drifting wave.
  2. Though loud around the vessel’s prow
    The waves may toss and break
    at His word, they sink to rest,
    As on a tranquil lake.
  3. He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
    As in the days of old,
    When o’er the Saviour’s sinless head,
    The waves and billows rolled.
  4. Yea, all the billows passed o’er Him;
    Our sins - they bore Him down;
    For us He met th’ o’erwhelming storm-
    He met th’ Almighty’s frown.
  5. He sitteth o’er the waterfloods,
    Then doubt and fear no more;
    For He who passed thro’ all the storms
    Has reached the heavenly shore.
  6. And every tempest-driven bark,
    With Jesus for its guide,
    Will soon be moor’d in harbour calm,
    In glory to abide.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. HE leadeth me, oh blessed thought,
    Oh 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. NO future but glory, Lord Jesus, have we,
    How bright is the prospect of being with Thee!
    Oh, Home of all homes, with the Father above,
    Oh, wonderful dwelling of infinite love!
    Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
    How blessed the prospect, Lord Jesus, of Home!
  2. The path to the glory would seem to be long
    If Thou didst not cheer us and lead us in song;
    Whatever the sufferings we meet on the road,
    Our future is glory, our home is with God.
    Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
    How sweet are the foretastes, Lord Jesus, of Home!
  3. No future but glory, Lord Jesus, have we,
    For man is s in glory already, ready, in Thee;
    The brighter the glory that shines in Thy face,
    The clearer our title to glory, through grace.
    Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
    Our future is glory, in Thy blessed Home!
  4. "This one thing" we’d do, we would press towards the goal,
    Thyself, Lord, in glory the prize of our soul;
    Forget what’s behind, for the bright things before,
    Since all they who know Thee would know Thee still more.
    Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
    We’d press on to know Thee, and reach Thee at Home!
  5. In heaven alone is our city and state,
    From thence, Lord, as Saviour, Thyself we await;
    Our bodies to change and conform them to Thine,
    That we in Thine image and glory may shine.
    Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
    We soon shall be with Thee, and like Thee, at Home!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. REDEEMED, how I love to proclaim it!
    Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb,
    Redeemed thro’ His infinite mercy,
    God’s child and for ever I am.
    Redeemed! Redeemed!
    Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
    Redeemed! Redeemed!
    God’s child and for ever I am.
  2. Redeemed and so happy in Jesus,
    No language my rapture should 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. 1 know I shall see in His beauty
    The King in whose word I delight,
    Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps
    And giveth me songs in the night.
  5. 1 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6-7-6-D
  1. NO bone of Thee was broken,
    Thou spotless paschal Lamb!
    Of life and peace a token
    To us who know Thy name;
    The Head, for all the members,
    The curse, the vengeance bore,
    And God, our God, remembers
    His people’s sins no more.
  2. We, Thy redeem’d, are reaping
    What Thou didst sow in tears;
    This feast which we are keeping
    Thy name to us endears;
    It tells of justice hiding
    The face of God from Thee;
    Proud men around deriding
    Thy sorrows on the tree.
  3. Thy death of shame and sorrow
    Ms like unto thy birth,
    Which would no glory borrow,
    No majesty from earth:
    Thy pilgrims, we are hasting
    To our eternal home,
    Its joy already tasting,
    Of vict’ry o’er the tomb.
  4. Thy life and death reviewing,
    We tread the narrow way:
    Our homeward path pursuing,
    We watch the dawn of day:
    We eat and drink with gladness
    The symbol bread and wine.
    And sing with sweetest sadness
    Our song of love divine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "GLORY to God on high!
    Peace upon earth and joy,
    Goodwill to man."
    We who God’s blessing prove,
    His name all names above,
    Sing now the Saviour’s love,
    Too vast to scan.
  2. Mercy and truth unite,
    O ’tis a wondrous sight —
    All sights above!
    Jesus the curse sustains!
    Guilt’s bitter cup He drains
    Nothing for us remains
    Nothing but love.
  3. Love that no tongue can teach,
    Love that no thought can reach,
    No love like His.
    God is its blessed source,
    Death ne’er can stop its course,
    Nothing can stay its force;
    Matchless it is.
  4. Blest in this love we sing;
    To God our praises bring,
    All sins forgiven.
    Jesus, our Lord, to Thee
    Honour and majesty,
    Now and for ever be,
    Here and in heaven!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. BEHOLD the Lamb with glory crowned,
    To Him all power is given;
    No place too high for Him is found,
    No place too high in heaven.
  2. He fills the throne, the throne above,
    He fills it without wrong;
    The object of His Father’s love,
    The theme of angels’ song.
  3. Though high, yet He accepts the praise
    His people offer here;
    The faintest, feeblest lay they raise
    Will reach the Saviour’s ear.
  4. This song be ours, and this alone,
    That celebrates the Name
    Of Him that sits upon the throne,
    And that exalts the Lamb.
  5. To Him whom men despise and slight,
    To Him be glory given;
    The crown is His, and His by right
    The highest place in heaven.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. O PRECIOUS blood, O glorious death,
    By which the sinner lives!
    When stung with sin, this blood we view
    And all our joy revives.
  2. The blood that purchased our release,
    And purged our crimson stains,
    We challenge enge earth and hell to show
    A sin it cannot cleanse.
  3. Our scarlet crimes are made as wool,
    And we brought nigh to God;
    Thanks to that wrath-appeasing death,
    That heaven-procuring blood.
  4. The blood that makes His glorious Church
    From every blemish free;
    And oh! the riches of His love,
    He pour’d it out for me.
  5. Guilty and worthless as I am,
    It all for me was given;
    And boldness through His blood I have
    To enter into heaven.
  6. The Father’s everlasting love,
    And Jesus’ precious blood,
    Shall be our endless themes of praise
    In yonder blest abode.
  7. In patience let us then possess
    Our souls till He appear;
    Our Head already is in heaven
    And we shall soon be there.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. My chains are snapped, the bonds of sin are broken,
    And I am free,
    Oh! 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - CM.
  1. O GOD, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Our shelter from the stormy blast,
    And our eternal home!
  2. Before the hills in order stood,
    Or earth received her frame,
    From everlasting Thou art God,
    To endless years the same.
  3. Under the shadow of Thy throne
    Thy saints have dwelt secure,
    Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
    And our defence is sure.
  4. O God, our help in ages past,
    Our hope for years to come,
    Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
    And our eternal home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. Blessed be God, our God,
    Who gave for us His well-beloved Son,
    The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one;
    Blessed be God, our God!
  2. What will He not bestow?
    Who freely gave this mighty gift un-bought,
    Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought,
    What will He not bestow?
  3. He spared not His Son!
    ’Tis this that silences each rising fear,
    ’Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear.
    He spared not His Son!
  4. Who shall condemn us now?
    Since Christ has died, and risen, and gone above,
    For us to plead at the right hand of Love,
    Who shall condemn us now?
  5. ’Tis God that justifies!
    Who shall recall His pardon or His grace?
    Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?
    ’Tis God that justifies!
  6. The victory is ours!
    For us in might came forth the mighty One,
    For us He fought the fight, the triumph won.,
    The victory is ours!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. O BLESSED God! how kind
    Are all Thy ways to me,
    Whose dark benighted mind
    Was enmity with Thee.
    Yet now subdued by sovereign grace,
    My spirit longs for Thine embrace.
  2. How precious are Thy thoughts,
    That o’er my spirit roll!
    They swell beyond my faults,
    And captivate my soul.
    How great their sum, how high they rise
    Can ne’er be known beneath the skies.
  3. Preserved by Jesus, when
    My feet made haste to hell;
    And there should I have gone,
    But Thou doss all things well.
    Thy love was great, Thy mercy free,
    Which from the pit delivered me.
  4. Before Thy hands had made
    The sun to rule the day,
    Or earth’s foundations laid,
    Or fashioned Adam’s clay,
    What thoughts of peace and mercy flowed
    In Thy great heart of love, O God!
  5. A monument of grace,
    A sinner saved by blood.
    The streams of love I trace,
    Up to the fountain, God,
    And in His sovereign counsels see
    Eternal thoughts o love to me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. O LORD, when we the path retrace
    Which Thou on earth host trod,
    To man Thy wondrous love and grace,
    Thy faithfullness to God.
  2. Thy love to man so sorely tried
    Proved stronger than the grave;
    The very spear that pierced Thy side
    Drew forth the blood to save.
  3. Faithful amidst unfaithfullness,
    Midst darkness only light,
    Thou didst Thy Father’s name confess,
    And in His will delight.
  4. Unmoved by Satan’s subtle wiles,
    By suffering, shame and loss;
    Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles
    Led only to the Cross.
  5. O Lord, with sorrow and with shame,
    We meekly would confess,
    How little we, who bear Thy name,
    Thy mind. Thy ways express.
  6. Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind;
    We would obedient be;
    And all our rest and pleasure find,
    In fellowship with Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. I HAVE a home above,
    From sin and sorrow free,
    A mansion which eternal love
    Design’d and form’d for me.
  2. My Father’s gracious hand
    Has built this blest abode;
    From everlasting it was plann’d
    My dwelling-place with God.
  3. My Saviour’s precious blood
    Has made my title sure;
    He passed through death’s dark raging flood
    To make my rest secure.
  4. The Comforter is come,
    The earnest has been given;
    He leads me onward to the home
    Reserved for me in heaven.
  5. Loved ones are gone before,
    Whose pilgrim days are done;
    I soon shall greet them on that shore
    Where partings are unknown.
  6. But more than all I long
    His glories to behold,
    Whose smile fills all the radiant throng
    With ecstasy untold.
  7. That bright, yet tender smile,
    My sweetest welcome there,
    Shall cheer me through the "little while"
    I tarry for Him here.
  8. Thy love, most gracious Lord,
    My joy and strength shall be;
    Till Thou shall speak the gladdening word
    That bids me rise to Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. THE HOLIEST now we enter
    In perfect peace with God,
    Regaining our lost centre
    Through Christ’s atoning blood;
    Though great may be our dullness
    In thought, and word, and deed,
    We glory in the fullness
    Of Him who meets our need.
  2. Much incense is ascending
    Before the eternal throne,
    God graciously is bending
    To hear each feeble groan;
    To all our prayers and praises
    Christ adds His sweet perfume,
    And love the censer raises
    Their odours to consume.
  3. O God, we come with singing.
    Because the great High Priest
    Our names to Thee is bringing,
    Nor e’er forgets the least.
    For us He wears the mitre,
    Where holiness shines bright,
    For us His robes are whiter
    Than heaven’s unsullied light.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-8-4-D
  1. Salvation to our God!
    Salvation to the Lamb!
    The shedding of His precious blood
    Our only claim.
    Our God salvation gives,
    And through the Lamb it flows;
    Once slain for us - for us He lives,
    Our sole repose.
  2. The Lamb once slain is seen
    On God’s eternal throne;
    And His redeemed are white and clean,
    Through him alone.
    Salvation’s joyful sound
    Bursts from the blood-bought throng:
    And holy angels all around
    Take up the song.
  3. Our hearts are tuned for this,
    Their songs our tongues employ;
    The Lamb, the spring of all our bliss,
    And God our joy.
    Salvation to our God.
    Thanksgiving, power, and might!
    And to the Lamb who shed His blood,
    Our life and light!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - s8-8-6-8-8-6
  1. O LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art!
    When shall I find my longing heart
    All taken up by Thee?
    Oh, may I pant and thirst to prove
    The greatness of redeeming love,
    The love of Christ to me!
  2. God only knows the love of God!
    Oh, that it more were shed abroad
    In this poor longing heart!
    For love I sigh, for love I pine:
    This only portion, Lord, be mine,
    Be mine this better part.
  3. Oh, that I may for ever sit,
    Like Mary at the Master’s feet!
    Be this my happy choice;
    My only care, my only bliss,
    My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
    To hear the bridegroom’s voice.
  4. Oh, that I may, like favour’d John,
    Recline my wearied head upon
    My Saviour’s loving breast!
    From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
    Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee
    My everlasting rest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-8-6
  1. O HOLY SAVIOUR! Friend unseen!
    Since on Thine arm Thou bid’st us lean,
    Help us throughout life’s changing scene,
    By faith to cling to Thee!
  2. Far from our home, fatigued, opprest,
    In Thee we’ve found our place of rest:
    As strangers still, yet not not unblest,
    While we can cling to Thee.
  3. Without a murmur we dismiss
    Our former dreams of earthly bliss,
    Our joy, our consolation this-
    Each hour to cling to Thee.
  4. Though faith and hope may oft be tried
    We ask not, need not aught beside,
    So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
    The souls that cling to Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11-10
  1. HARK! hark! the voice of Jesus sweetly speaking,
    Telling of love which measure knows nor bound,
    Like summer breezes o’er the landscape sweeping,
    List to the gentle and peace-giving sound.
    Saviour, speak on, and give the ear of hearing,
    Bid words from glory round my heart entwine;
    Let not my soul, as ’mid fierce storms careering.
    Lose in the tumult that sweet voice of Thine.
  2. "Come, come to Me," from sin’s sad ways returning,
    "Come, come to Me," and find thy pardon sealed;
    Over thy steps a Saviour’s heart is yearning,
    Bow to His sceptre, and submissive yield.
  3. Say not thy folly is too great for pardon,
    His is a love tongue never yet has told;
    Lingering, alas! will but thy spirit harden,
    Yield to the love which would thy soul enfold.
  4. Pass to the banquet! Jesus’ voice entreats thee,
    Earth’s pleasures woo thy spirit then in vain;
    Resting in love - a love which waits to greet thee,
    Peace o’er thy spirit shall most sweetly reign.
  5. Pardon and peace! all other boons transcending,
    Shall by thy soul, once trembling, be possessed,
    And every step of life be upward tending,
    Till welcomed to thy everlasting rest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11-10
  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. "’Tis finished!" O word fraught with meaning,
    How precious the message it tells;
    In our ears the glad music is ringing
    Like chiming of sweet silver bells!
  5. Proclaiming release to the captive,
    Poor slaves of the tyrant set free,
    The power of Satan was broken
    When Jesus expired on the tree.
  6. 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".
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11-10
  1. ETERNITY! Eternity!
    How long art thou, eternity?
  2. Count the gold and silver blossoms
    Spring has scattered o’er the lea;
    Count the softly winding ripples
    Sparkling o’er the summer sea;
    Count the lightly flickering shadows
    In the autumn forest glade;
    Count the fallen feathery snowflakes,
    Icy gems by winter made;
    Count the myriad blades that glitter
    Early in the morning dew;
    Count the desert sand that stretches
    Under noontide’s vault of blue.
    Count the notes that wood-birds warble
    In the evening’s fading light:
    Count the stars that gleam and twinkle
    O’er the firmament by night.
  3. When the counting all is done,
    Scarce ETERNITY’S begun;
    Pause and know - "Where wilt thou be
    During God’s ETERNITY?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHY do I love Jesus?
    Why do I love Jesus?
    Why do I love Jesus?
    Because He first love me.
    He arose! He arose!
    He arose and went to heaven in a cloud.
  2. Sinners crucified Him,
    And nailed Him to the tree;
  3. And now He lives for ever
    To intercede for me.
  4. So that’s why I love Jesus,
    Because He died for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. SEE MERCY - Mercy from on high,
    Descend to rebels doomed to die;
    ’Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;
    How sweet, how pleasant is the sound!
  2. Soon as the reign of sin began,
    The light of mercy dawned on man
    When God announced the blessed news,
    "The woman’s Seed thy head shall bruise."
  3. Brightly it beamed on man forlorn,
    When Christ, the holy Child was born;
    And brighter still in splendour shone,
    When Jesus, dying, cried, "’Tis done!"
  4. Complete in power when He arose,
    And burst the bands of all His foes;
    Then captive led captivity,
    And took for us His seat on high.
  5. Till we around Him there shall throng,
    This mercy shall be still our song;
    For God shall every scheme confound
    Of all that seek its course to bound.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-10-8
  1. WHAT soul is more happy than 1,
    Who am for eternity saved?
    Made nigh to my God,
    Through Christ’s precious blood,
    In whom, through His grace, I’ve believed.
  2. Good works have had nothing to do
    In making amends for my guilt;
    Christ’s work is the ground
    On which God has found
    Atonement most perfectly built.
  3. In Christ I now learn that I’m made
    Partaker with saints in the light;
    Perfection divine
    In Him is made mine,
    Who dwells in the glory so bright.
  4. In Christ, then. I stand all complete,
    Whose name be for ever adored:
    And now while I live,
    All glory I’ll give
    To Jesus my Saviour and Lord.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE HEAVENLY Bridegroom soon will come
    To claim His bride and take her home,
    To dwell with Him on high.
    Trim your lamps and be ready
    For the midnight cry.
  2. The midnight hour will soon be here,
    The voice will sound distinct and clear,
    And fill both earth and sky.
  3. The Bridegroom comes, let no man doubt,
    Alas! for those whose lamps are out,
    They’ll find no oil to buy
  4. Who ready are shall enter in,
    The marriage feast will then begin,
    And every tear be dry.
  5. The righteous for evermore,
    Their God shall ceaselessly adore,
    In bliss beyond the sky.
  6. O sinner! ere it be too late,
    Flee thou to mercy’s open gate,
    And join Christ’s waiting band.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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 (Oh miracle of grace!)
    For man the Saviour bled.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 the Holy Nativity.
    O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
    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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. OH, 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. How amazing God’s compassion,
    That so vile a worm should prove
    This stupendous bliss of Heaven,
    This unmeasured wealth of love.
  3. Jesus, Saviour, I adore Thee,
    Now Thy love I would proclaim,
    I would tell the blessed story,
    I would magnify, Thy name.
  4. Soon Thy saints shall rise to meet Thee,
    With Thee in Thy kingdom reign,
    Thine the the praise, and Thine the glory,
    Lamb of God, for sinners slain.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HOW BRIGHT that blessed hope! Jesus will come.
    Let us our heads lift up — Jesus will come;
    Morning so bright and clear,
    Mansions of God appear,
    Sin shall not enter there — Jesus will come.
  2. Him every eye shall see — when He appears;
    Bright will the glory be — when He appears;
    Soon shall the trumpet speak,
    Each sleeping saint awake,
    And the glad morning break— when He appears.
  3. Raised unto glory —then, then, at His return,
    Joyous our song shall be — at His return;
    Gathered around to Him,
    All learnt the heavenly hymn;
    Jesus our joyful theme — at His return.
  4. Full of this blessed hope — till He shall come,
    Let us the cross take up — till He shall come;
    Happy reproach to bear,
    Shame, for His sake, to share;
    Since we the crown shall wear — when He shall come.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, I 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 glad news shout,
    "HATH everlasting life."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THY NAME we love, Lord Jesus;
    And lowly bow before Thee:
    And while we live, to Thee we give
    All blessing, worship, glory;
    We sing aloud Thy praises,
    Our hearts and voices blending,
    ’Tis Thou alone we worthy own,
    Thy beauty’s all transcending.
  2. Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
    It tells God’s love unbounded,
    To ruined man, ere time began,
    Or heaven and earth were founded;
    Thine is a love eternal,
    That found in us its pleasure,
    That brought Thee low, to bear our woe,
    And make us Thine own treasure.
  3. Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
    It tells Thy birth so lowly,
    Thy patience, grace, Thy gentleness,
    Thy lonely path, so holy;
    Thou avast the "Man of Sorrows";
    Our grief, too, Thou did’st bear it;
    Our bitter cup Thou drankest up,
    The thorny crown — did’st wear it.
  4. Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
    God’s Lamb, Thou was ordained
    To bear our sin (Thyself all clean)
    And hast our guilt sustained:
    We see Thee crowned in glory,
    Above the heavens now seated,
    The victory won, Thy work well done,
    Our righteousness completed
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. OUR GOD, soon as Thy Son had died,
    Soon as the Lamb was slain,
    His body lifeless on the tree,
    The veil was rent in twain.
  2. Our Father, now Thy countenance
    Shines on Thy great High Priest,
    Thy well belov’d, Thine only Son
    Thine everlasting rest.
  3. Him crown’d with glory, fill’d with joy,
    Thy firstborn from the dead,
    Our faith beholds - we drink His cup,
    The members with the Head.
  4. Our God and Father, we are Thine,
    We by Thy Spirit seal’d,
    All kings and priests adore Thy name,
    In Jesus’ cross reveal’d.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-8-6
  1. THE WANDERER no more will roam,
    The lost one to the fold hath come,
    The prodigal js welcomed home,
    O Lamb of God, in Thee!
  2. Thou clad in rags, by sin defiled,
    The Father hath embraced His child;
    And I am pardon’d, 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 God, in Thee!
  4. Now shall my famish’d 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 presence shine,
    The glory and the praise be Thine,
    That everlasting joy is mine,
    O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 is 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 send to thee,
    News of salvation and pardon free,
    Whoso believeth his song shall be
    Jesus died for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
    Oh, precious is the flow
    That makes me white as snow,
    No other fount I know
    Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
  2. For my cleansing this I see,
    For my pardon, this my plea.
  3. Nothing can for sin atone;
    Naught of good that I have done.
  4. This is all my hope and peace:
    This is all my righteousness.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. WE’RE PILGRIMS in the wilderness,
    Our dwelling is a camp;
    Created things, though pleasant,
    Now bear to us death’s stamp.
    But onward we are speeding,
    Though often let and tried;
    The Holy Ghost is leading
    Home to the Lamb, who died.
  2. With fellow-pilgrims meeting,
    As through the waste we roam,
    ’Tis sweet to sing together,
    "We are not far from home!"
    And when we’ve learned our lesson,
    Our work, in suffering, done,
    Our ever-loving Father
    Will welcome everyone.
  3. We look to meet our brethren,
    From every distant shore,
    Not one will seem a stranger,
    Though never seen before;
    With angel hosts attending
    In myriads through the sky:
    Yet ’midst them all, Thou only,
    O Lord, wilt fix the eye!
  4. Lord, since we sing as pilgrims,
    O give us pilgrims’ ways,
    Low thoughts of self, befitting
    Proclaimers of Thy praise.
    O make us each more holy,
    In spirit pure and meek;
    More like to heavenly citizens,
    As more of heaven we speak.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6-D
  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 strown:
    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 men of every nation
    Have heard the Saviour’s Name.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. 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.
  2. The judgement 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.
  3. 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."
  4. How wondrous the redemption plan,
    Designed by God for ruined man!
    His blessed Son in death laid low,
    That He might ENDLESS LIFE bestow.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. SALVATION! Oh, 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-toss’d.
  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, Oh why delay?
    You may not see tomorrow;
    Now is salvation’s day.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 concentred 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 glory we shall gather every one;
    Loud in the glory raise the joyful song;
    Unto Him that 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 
  1. Now your lamps all burning take;
    Hark the loud, the midnight cry,
    Christ your Lord is nigh!
  2. Gird your loins; all ready be!
    Shout with joy your Lord to see!
    Lo! the Lamb for us was slain.
    We with Him shall reign.
  3. Come, Lord Jesus, come! we cry,
    Come, creation’s groans reply.
    Chase the gloomy night away,
    Bring the cloudless day.
  4. Thou hast washed us in Thy blood,
    Made us kings and priests to God;
    Come, and claim Thy ransomed Bride,
    Thou for her hast died!
  5. Sit on Thine exalted throne,
    Take the kingdoms for Thine own;
    Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
    Worthy Thou to reign!

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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!
    Wilt thou never serious be?
  3. Heaven is earnest, solemnly
    Float its voices down to thee.
    Hell is earnest; thou art gay,
    Sporting through thine earthly day?
  4. God is earnest; come today,
    Ere thy season pass away.
    Ere be set His judgement throne,
    Vengeance ready, mercy gone.
  5. Christ is earnest, bids thee come,
    God declares that all is done;
    Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour’s love,
    Pleading with thee from above?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. "OH LORD. revive Thy work!"
    Bid show’rs of grace descend;
    To longing hearts reveal Thy love
    And save us to the end.
  2. We mourn our languid zeal
    Our unbelief remove:
    O take our hearts and make them Thine;
    Lord fill each soul with love!
  3. "O Lord, revive Thy work!"
    Regard Thy planted vine;
    Behold us each, through Christ the Son-
    For Thee, for Thee, we pine.
  4. This is our heart-felt pray’r.
    Content we cannot be,
    We will not, dare not let Thee rest
    Till we Thy glory see!
  5. "O Lord, revive Thy work!"
    Let many souls be sav’d;
    Make bare Thine arm, and rescue men,
    By nature all deprav’d.
  6. Then fit us for Thy work,
    Endue with pow’r divine;
    Lord, keep us earnest in Thy cause,
    The glory shall be Thine!

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. FORWARD, soldiers, bold and fearless,
    Hear the call of God;
    Prove your courage in the conflict
    Tread where brave men trod.
  2. C
    Lift aloft the cross of Jesus,
    Hold it high and strong;
    Shout the name of Him who saves us,
    Swell the battle song.
  3. Faith, our shield, and hope, our helmet,
    Satan’s host we face;
    Marshalled in the might of Jesus,
    Win we by His grace.
  4. Catch the orders of our Captain,
    Wield the Spirit’s sword;
    Onward, fearless, press to conquer.
    Slaying with His Word.
  5. Sharers in the glad hosanna,
    All who will believe,
    They who joyful hail His banner,
    Crowns of life receive.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE ARE GOING forth with our staff in hand
    Through a desert wild in a stranger land.
    But our faith is bright, and our hope is strong.
    And the "good old way" is our pilgrim song.
    ’Tis the good old way, by our fathers trod;
    ’Tis the way of life, and it leadeth unto God;
    ’Tis the only path to the realms of day:
    We are going home in the good old way.
  2. There are foes without, there are foes within;
    They would turn us back to the paths of sin;
    We will stop our ears to the words they say,
    While we onward pass in the good old way.
  3. In the blissful hour of communion sweet,
    Let us come with joy to the mercy-seat;
    Oh, we love to sing, and we love to pray,
    And we bless the Lord for the good way.
  4. On the brink of time when we stand at last,
    When our sun has set, and our work is past,
    When we bid farewell to our mortal clay
    We will praise the Lord for the good old way.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. I SING of my Saviour’s first coming to earth,
    To Bethlehem’s manger, so lowly His birth;
    Court, palace, nor inn, would give Him a place;
    O Jesus! my Saviour, how wondrous Thy grace.
  2. "Fear not," said the Angel, "’tis tidings of love,
    ’Tis pleasure in men, highest glory above,
    ’Tis peace upon earth!" what joy to proclaim,
    O Jesus! my Saviour, Thy wonderful Name.
  3. In spite of rejection, and hatred, and loss,
    Thy love led Thee onward to Calvary’s cross,
    Through waves and through billows,
    through darkness and pain,
    O Jesus! my Saviour, love’s triumph to gain.
  4. All finished Thy toil, crowned with honour Thy brow,
    A man in the glory! how worthy art Thou;
    Made head over all things, Thou dost life impart,
    O Jesus! my Saviour, to the Bride of Thy heart.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ONE THERE IS who loves thee,
    Waiting still for thee;
    Can’st 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,
    Oh, receive Him now!
    He has waited all the day:
    Why waitest thou?
  2. Tenderly He woos thee,
    Do not slight His call;
    Though thy sins are many,
    He’ll forgive them all_
    By His blood so precious,
    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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HARK! HARK! it is the midnight cry,
    The Bridegroom comes, the Lord is nigh:
    He comes His heavenly bride to claim,
    To end her conflict, suffering, shame.
    Awake! ’tis not the time to sleep;
    Awake! ’tis not the time to sleep;
    Awake! awake! the midnight watch to keep,
    Awake! the midnight watch to keep.
  2. The midnight hours are dark and drear,
    And all around would make us fear;
    Our lamps are filled and burning bright,
    We patient wait till morning light.
  3. Around, within, are many foes,
    Sin, Satan, and the world oppose;
    But clad in armour formed in heaven,
    We stand in strength divinely given.
  4. As gathered in our Captain’s name,
    We speak together of His fame;
    We part each to his lonely sphere,
    To wait and watch till He appear.
  5. Praise, praise the Lord and vigil keep,
    As those aroused from death s dread sleep;
    He comes, He comes! spread round the cry.
    Awake! Awake! the Lord is nigh.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. WHAT, SINNER, canst thou do?
    Where, sinner, cam Eternal wrath hangs o’er thy head,
    And judgement lingers nigh.
  2. For God must visit sin
    With His displeasure sore;
    Since He is holy, just, and true,
    And righteous evermore.
  3. So Jesus died for sin -
    Upon the cross He died:
    God’s righteousness was there displayed,
    And justice satisfied
  4. This only canst thou do -
    Believe in Christ and live,
    Fly to the shelter of His blood,
    And peace with God receive.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M
  1. JESUS, the name high over all,
    In earth, or hell, or sky;
    Angels and men before it fall,
    And devils fear and fly.
  2. Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
    The name to sinners given;
    It scatters all their guilty fear,
    And turns their hell to heaven.
  3. O that the world might taste and see,
    The riches of His grace!
    The arms of love that compass me
    Would all mankind embrace.
  4. His only righteousness I show,
    His saving truth proclaim,
    ’Tis all my business here below
    To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. BRIGHT with all His crowns of glory,
    See the Royal Victor’s brow:
    Once for sinners marr’d and gory -
    See the Lamb exalted now.
    Whilst before Him
    All His ransomed brethren bow.
  2. Blessed morning! long expected,
    Lo! they fill the peopled air,
    Mourners once, by man rejected,
    They, with Him, exalted there,
    Sing His praises,
    And His throne of glory share.
  3. King of kings’ let earth adore Him,
    High on His exalted throne;
    Fall ye nations, fall before Him,
    And His righteous sceptre own.
    All the glory
    Be to Him. and Him alone.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. GLORY unto Jesus be,
    Thou from wrath didst set us free,
    All our guilt on Thee was laid,
    Thou the ransom fully paid.
    Victory! Victory!
    Jesus gained the victory.
    Dying, spoiled the powers of hell,
    Rose in glorious victory.
  2. All the blessed work is done,
    God’s well pleased in His Son,
    For He raised Thee from the dead;
    Set Thee over all as head.
  3. All should sing Thy work and worth,
    All above and all on earth;
    We shall sing around the throne,
    "Thou art worthy, Thou alone."
  4. Knowing this we cease to mourn,
    Patient wait for Thy return;
    For Thy saints with Thee shall reign,
    Come, Lord Jesus, come again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. FAITH is a very simple thing,
    Though little understood;
    It frees the soul from death’s dread sting,
    By resting in the blood:
    It looks not on the things around,
    Nor on the things within;
    It takes its flight to things above,
    Beyond the sphere of sin.
  2. It sees upon the throne of God
    A victim that was slain;
    It rests its all on His shed blood,
    And says, "I’m born again:"
    Faith is not what we feel or see;
    It is a simple trust
    In what the God of love has said
    Of Jesus, as the "Just."
  3. The Perfect One that died for me,
    Upon His Father’s throne,
    Presents our names before our God
    And pleads Himself, alone:
    What Jesus is, and that alone,
    Is faith’s delightful plea;
    It never deals with sinful self,
    Not righteous self, in me.
  4. It tells me I am counted "dead",
    By God in His own Word:
    It tells me I am "born again,"
    In Christ, my risen Lord:
    In that He died, He died to sin;
    In that He lives — to God:
    Then I am dead to nature’s hopes,
    And justified through blood.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. THE LORD himself shall come,
    And shout a quickening word;
    Thousands shall answer from the tomb,
    "For ever with the Lord!"
  2. Then as we upward fly,
    That resurrection word
    Shall be our shout of victory:
    "For ever with the Lord!"
  3. How shall I meet those eyes?
    Mine on Himself I’ll cast,
    And own myself the Saviour’s prize,
    Mercy from first to last!
  4. "Knowing as I am known!"
    How shall I love that word!
    How oft repeat before the throne,
    "For ever with the Lord!"
  5. That resurrection word!
    That shout of victory!
    Once more, "For ever with the Lord!"
    Amen, so let it be!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - or, The Gospel of Thy. R.S.162
  1. SHALL HYMNS of grateful love
    Through heaven’s high arches ring,
    And all the host above
    Their songs of triumph sing,
    And shall we not take up the strain,
    And send the echo back again?
  2. Shall every ransomed tribe
    Of Adam’s scattered race,
    To Christ all power ascribe,
    Who saved them by His grace;
    And shall we not take up the strain,
    And send the echo back again?
  3. Shall they adore the Lord,
    Who bought them with His blood,
    And all the love record
    That led them home to God;
    And shall we not take up the strain,
    And send the echo back again?
  4. Then spread the joyful sound,
    The Saviour’s love proclaim,
    And publish all around
    Salvation through His name,
    And shall we not take up the strain,
    And send the echo back again?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-8
  1. DONE is the work that saves!
    Once and for ever done;
    Finished the righteousness
    That clothes th’ unrighteous one,
    The love that blesses us below,
    Is flowing freely to us now.
  2. The sacrifice is o’er,
    The veil is rent in twain,
    The mercy-seat is red
    With blood of victim slain,
    Why stand we then without, in fear?
    The blood divine invites us near.
  3. The gate is open wide,
    The new and living way
    Is clear, and free, and bright,
    With love, and peace, and day.
    Into the holiest now we come,
    Our present and our endless home.
  4. Upon the mercy-seat
    High Priest sits within,
    The blood is in His hand
    Which made and keeps us clean,
    With boldness let us now draw near,
    That blood has banished every fear.
  5. Then to the Lamb once slain,
    Be glory, praise, and power,
    Who died and lives again,
    Who liveth evermore;
    Who loved and washed us in His blood,
    Who made us kings and priests to God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. WHAT VARIOUS hindrances we meet
    In coming to the mercy-seat;
    Yet, who that knows the worth of prayer,
    But wishes to be often there?
  2. Prayer makes the darken’d cloud withdraw,
    Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
    Gives exercise to faith and love,
    Brings every blessing from above.
  3. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
    Prayer makes the Christian’s armour bright,
    And Satan trembles, when he sees
    The weakest saint upon his knees.
  4. Have you no words? Ah! think again:
    Words flow apace when you complain,
    And fill your fellow-creature’s ear
    With the sad tale of all your care.
  5. Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
    To heaven in supplication sent,
    Your cheerful song would oft’ner be,
    "Hear what the Lord has done for me!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  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!" Oh 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!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. FORGIVENESS! ’twas a joyful sound
    To us when lost and doomed to die;
    We’d publish it the world around;
    And gladly shout it thro’ the sky.
  2. ’Twas the rich gift of love divine;
    ’Tis full, effacing every crime:
    Unbounded shall its glories shine,
    And know no change, by changing time.
  3. For this stupendous gift of heaven,
    What grateful honours shall we show!
    Where much transgression is forgiven,
    May love with fervent ardour glow.
  4. By love inspired, may all our days
    With every heavenly grace be crowned;
    May truth and goodness, joy and praise,
    In all abide, in all abound.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - D.C.M.
  1. LORD when I think upon the love
    Which Thou to me hast shown,
    To die upon the Cross, that Thou
    May’st claim me for Thine own.
    I cannot tell why Thou didst show
    Such love to one like me,
    Save that it is, that I might know
    I owe it all to Thee.
  2. There is no goodness in myself,
    To win such precious love;
    I loved Thee not - Thou loved’st me,
    And called me from above:
    I heard Thy voice, it won my heart,
    And bade my doubtings flee;
    It gave me rest and peace - oh, yes,
    I owe it all to Thee.
  3. And still upheld by power divine,
    I urge my way along
    In haste to reach the promised rest,
    The bright, glad home of song,
    And then when glory on me bursts,
    And I Thy glory see,
    Again I’ll raise the happy song,
    "I owe it all to Thee."

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. BRIDE of the Lamb, awake! awake!
    Why sleep for sorrow now?
    The hope of glory, Christ is thine,
    A child of glory thou.
  2. But see, the night is waning fast,
    The breaking morn is near:
    And Jesus comes, with voice of love,
    Thy drooping heart to cheer.
  3. He comes, for oh, His yearning heart
    No more can bear delay,
    To scenes of full unmingled joy
    To call His bride away.
  4. This earth, the scene of all His woes,
    A homeless wild to thee,
    Full soon upon His heavenly throne,
    Its rightful King shall see.
  5. Thou too shalt reign! He will not wear
    His crown of joy alone;
    And earth His royal bride shall see,
    Beside Him on the throne.
  6. Then weep no more!’Tis all thine own,
    His crown. His joy divine;
    And, sweeter far than all beside,
    He, He Himself, is thine!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. THE SPRINKLED blood is speaking
    Before the Father’s throne;
    The Spirit’s power is seeking
    To make its virtues known.
  2. The sprinkled blood is telling
    Jehovah’s love to man,
    While heavenly harps are swelling
    Sweet notes to mercy’s plan.
  3. The sprinkled blood is speaking
    Forgiveness full and free;
    Its wondrous power is breaking
    Each bond of guilt for me.
  4. The sprinkled blood is pleading
    Its virtues as my own;
    And there my soul is reading
    Her title to the throne.
  5. The sprinkled blood is shedding
    Its fragrance all around;
    It gilds the path we’re treading,
    It makes our joy abound.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE HAPPY morn is come,
    Triumphant from the grave;
    The Saviour leaves the tomb,
    Almighty now to save.
    Captivity is captive led,
    Since Jesus liveth that was dead.
  2. Who now accuseth them
    For whom the Surety died?
    Or who shall these condemn
    Whom God hath justified?
  3. Christ hath the ransom paid,
    The glorious work is done;
    On Him our help is laid,
    The victory is won.
  4. Hail the triumphant Lord,
    The resurrection Thou;
    Hail the incarnate Word,
    Before Thy throne we bow.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. ’MID THE SPLENDOURS of the glory,
    Which we hope ere long to share,
    Christ our Head, and we His members,
    Shall appear divinely fair;
    O how glorious!
    When we meet Him in the air.
  2. From the dateless, timeless periods,
    He has loved us without cause;
    And for all His blood-bought myriads
    His is love that knows no pause,
    Matchless LOVER!
    Changeless as the eternal laws.
  3. Oh! what gifts shall yet be granted,
    Palms, and crowns, and robes of white,
    When the hope for which we panted
    Bursts upon our gladdened sight,
    And our Saviour
    Makes us glorious through His might.
  4. Bright the prospect soon that greets us
    Of that longed-for nuptial day,
    When our heavenly Bridegroom meets us
    On His kingly, conquering way:
    In the glory,
    Bride and Bridegroom reign for aye.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE ARE GLAD we ever heard the I blessed news,
    How that Jesus died to pay our mighty dues,
    And that God has said He never will refuse
    Those who trust in Jesus’ blood.
    Blessed news, blessed news,
    Joyful news, joyful news,
    Blessed news, blessed news,
    Sound the joyful tidings forth.
  2. Oh, what love of God to send Him from on high!
    Oh, what love of Jesus thus to bleed and die!
    Oh, what love we owe for pardon brought so nigh!
    Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
  3. But if we the fullness of that love would know,
    And to that bright home of peace and joy would go;
    We must have our sins forgiven while here below.
    Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
  4. And if we ourselves this blessed news believe,
    O’er our unsaved friends and neighbours we should grieve,
    And entreat them all a pardon to receive,
    Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ’TIS THE Gospel of God, full salvation to give
    Unto him who on Jesus, His Son, will believe
    Hallelujah! ’tis done! I believe on the Son:
    I am saved through the blood of the Crucified One.
  2. ’Tis the Christ that has died, that is now gone to heaven,
    ’Tis by Him I am quickened, my sins are forgiven.
  3. ’Tis the justice of God that in heaven is revealed,
    And the Spirit is given, and with Him I’m sealed.
  4. ’Tis with Christ I have died, ’tis in Him I am risen,
    For ’tis life everlasting in Him God has given.
  5. I’m in Christ before God, Christ’s in me before men,
    And to Him I bear witness, till He comes again.
  6. Now we wait for His coming, we watch for the Lord,
    From the heaven descending, as says His own word.
    Hallelujah! ’tis done! we believe on the Son,
    For Thee we are waiting, Thou glorified One.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M
  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 thecross of Christ we see
    How God can save us righteously.
  3. The sin is on the Saviour laid,
    ’Tis in His blood sin’s debt is paid;
    Stern justice can 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 the atoning blood
    And say, "This made my peace with God."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
  2. Tender were His words of grace,
    Jesus alone can save;
    Wheresoever His steps we trace,
    Jesus alone can save.
    Death and woe dispelling,
    God’s great mercy telling
    Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
    Jesus alone can save.
  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-
    Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
    Jesus alone can save.
  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 —
    Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
    Jesus alone can save.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. GLORY BE to God,
    I’ve heard the joyful sound,
    He so loved yo He so loved me,
    That a ransom He hath found.
    The ransom price was paid
    ’Twas paid on Calv’ry’s tree,
    When Jesus died and opened wide
    The gate of life for thee.

    Save, save from going down;
    Save, save from going down; S
    Save from going down to the pit,
    A ransom has been found.
  2. For many sinners great,
    Who long in sin did lie.
    Are happy now in Jesus’ love
    The blood has brought them nigh;
    Afar they once did roam,
    But they heard the joyful sound
    That the Christ of God had shed His blood
    A ransom had been found.
  3. O hear the gracious cry,
    From coming wrath to flee;
    To the pit of woe why longer go
    Since God is calling thee?
    No longer then delay,
    For soon the joyful sound
    No more shall be, and then for thee
    No ransom can be found.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.S. 776.
  1. THERE SHALL COME a night of such wild affright,
    As none beside shall know;
    When the heaven shall shake, and the wide earth quake
    In its last and deepest woe.
    Sinner! to Jesus come,
    Sinner! to Jesus come,
    O come while you may, while still ’tis the day
    Of grace, salvation, and love.
  2. What horrors shall roll o’er the godless soul,
    Waked from its death-like sleep;
    Of all hope bereft, and to judgment left,
    For ever to wail and weep.
  3. O worldling give ear, while the saints are near,
    Soon must the tie be riven,
    And men, side by side, God’s hand shall divide,
    As far as hell’s depths from heaven.
  4. The children of day are summoned away,
    Left are the children of night -
    Sealed is there doom, for there’s no more room
    Filled are the mansions of light.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. ON THE CROSS, the Saviour hanging,
    Bled and died for you and me;
    Wondrous love! Oh! who can know it?,
    Boundless, priceless, full and free.
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    On the cross behold Him hanging,
    On the blood-stain’d cross for me;
    Jesus died to bring salvation,
    Jesus died for you and me.
  3. 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.
  4. ’Tis indeed a truth most precious,
    That for sinners Jesus died,
    And we have a full remission
    Through a Saviour crucified.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. "HIMSELF He could not save,
    He on the cross must die,
    Or mercy cannot come
    To ruin’d 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 for 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 of guilt
    When on the cross His blood was spilt.
  4. "Himself He cannot 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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 the Son came down
    From glory’s throne to die,
    That I might live and 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. Oh, wondrous love, so great, so vast,
    So boundless and so free:
    Lord, at Thy feet myself I cast
    My all I give to Thee

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THERE IS forgiveness full and free,
    Through the Blood
    Of Jesus who on Calvary’s tree
    Shed His Blood.
    It fits poor sinners for the sky,
    Yea, unto God it brings them nigh,
    Made meet to dwell with Christ on high,
    Through the Blood.
  2. No glittering gold redeems the soul,
    But the Blood;
    No prayers, or tears, can make us whole,
    Just the Blood.
    Yes, ’tis the Blood, the precious Blood
    Of Christ, the chosen Lamb of God,
    That clear’s away sin’s heavy load:
    Precious Blood!
  3. You may be washed as white as snow,
    In the Blood:
    And then to glory bright will go.
    Through the Blood.
    So come to Christ; oh, come today,
    That you may praise — yea praise for aye
    The Lamb who washed your sins away
    In His Blood.
  4. Thousands of souls in heaven will be,
    Through the Blood,
    Praising the Lamb, who on the tree
    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?

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. PEACE! it is peace! yes, peace for all who trust
    In Him, who came to seek and save the lost.
    Peace, peace, sweet peace,
    ’Tis everlasting peace.
  2. Peace’ perfect peace! word fraught sweetest rest,
    To meet deep longings breathed by souls distressed.
  3. Peace! cloudless peace! no mists of doubt or fear,
    All bright and joyous, wondrous portion here.
  4. Peace! peace eternal! made by JESUS’ blood,
    As steadfast as th’ Eternal Throne of God.
  5. Peace! changeless peace! through Thee Lord, Thine is mine
    ’Midst changing scenes so marred with wrecks of time.
  6. Yes; tranquil peace! till blissful moment dawn,
    When peace surrounds in heaven’s eternal calm.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, HAVE YOU NOT heard of that wonderful love
    That flows from God’s heart so free,
    Which led Him to give for a perishing world
    His Son to be nailed to the tree?
  2. C
    Believe that wonderful love,
    Believe that wonderful love,
    The Gospel is free, God sends it to thee,
    Believe God’s wonderful love.
  3. Poor sinners undone, and sinful, and lost,
    This love of our God now receive;
    No heart is too sad this love to make glad,
    When once on God’s word we believe.
  4. Oh! sweet is its rest to the weary and worn
    Who feel the sad burden of sin;
    It seeks for no merit its bliss to inherit
    No goodness without or within.
  5. This wonderful love has no measure or end,
    It ever remaineth the same;
    The heart that has known this love as its own,
    Shall never be put to shame.
  6. Then will you not prove this wonderful love,
    That flows from God’s heart so free,
    Which led Him to give, that sinners might live,
    His Son to be nailed to the tree?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. JESUS! OF THEE we ne’er would tire;
    The new and living food
    Can satisfy the heart’s desire;
    And life is in Thy blood.
  2. If such the happy midnight song
    Our prison’d spirits raise,
    What are the joys that cause ere long
    Eternal bursts of praise?
  3. To look within and see no stain —
    Abroad no curse to trace,
    To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
    But see Thee face to face.
  4. To find each hope of glory gain’d —
    Fulfill’d each precious word;
    And fully all to have attain’d
    The image of our Lord.
  5. For this, we’re pressing onward still,
    And in this hope would be
    More subject to the Father’s will,
    E’en now much more like Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. WHAT GRACE, O Lord, and beauty shone
    Around Thy steps below!
    What patient love was seen in all
    Thy life and death of woe.
  2. For ever on Thy burden’d heart
    A weight of sorrow hung;
    Yet no unentlesmurmuring word
    Escaped Thy silent tongue.
  3. Thy foes might hate, despise, revile -
    Thy friends unfaithful prove;
    Unwearied in forgiveness still,
    Thy heart could only love.
  4. Oh! give us hearts to love like Thee -
    Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
    Far more for other’s sins than all
    The wrongs that we receive.
  5. One with Thyself, may every eye
    In us, Thy brethren, see
    That gentleness and grace that spring
    From union, Lord, with Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 -  S.S.519. P.M.
  1. IN SEASONS of grief to my God I’ll repair,
    When my heart is overwhelmed with sorrow and care;
    From the ends of the earth unto Thee will I cry,
    Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
    Higher than I, higher than I;
    Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
  2. When Satan, my foe, shall come in like a flood,
    To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good,
    I’ll pray to the Saviour who meekly did die
    "Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I’
  3. And while as a stranger I sojourn below,
    Thy covenant blessings, Lord, freely bestow,
    In affliction’s dark night to Thy Throne let me fly,
    Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
  4. And when that last trumpet shall sound thro’ the skies,
    And the dead in Christ Jesus immortal shall rise,
    With the ransomed I’ll praise Him above yonder sky,
    Built firm on the Rock that is higher than I.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE NIGHT is wearing fast away.
    The glorious day is dawning,
    When Christ shall all His grace display-
    The fair Millenial morning.
    Gloomy and dark the night hath been,
    And long the way, and dreary;
    And sad the weeping saints are see,
    And faint, and worn, and weary.
  2. Ye mourning pilgrims, dry your tears,
    And hush each sigh of sorrow;
    The light of that bright morn appears,
    The long Sabbatic morrow.
    Lift up your heads - behold from far
    A flood of splendour streaming;
    It is the bright and morning star
    In living lustre beaming.
  3. And see that star-like host around
    Of angel bands attending,
    Hark! hark! the trumpet’s gladdening sound,
    ’Mid shouts triumphant blending.
    He comes! the Bridegroom promised long:
    Go forth with joy to meet Him,
    And raise the new and nuptial song,
    In cheerful strains to greet Him.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE CROSS, the cross! the Christian’s only glory,
    I see standard rise;
    March on, march on! the cross of Christ before thee,
    That cross all hell defies.
  2. The cross, the cross! redemption’s standard raising,
    I see the banner wave!
    Sing on, sing on! salvation’s Captain praising,
    ’Tis Christ alone can save.
  3. The crown, the crown! ah! who at last shall gain it?
    That cross a crown affords;
    Press on, press on, with courage to obtain it,
    The battle is the Lord’s.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 -  P.M
  1. NO BLOOD, no altar now,
    The sacrifice is o’er!
    No flame, no smoke ascends on high.
    The Lamb is slain no more.
    But richer blood has flow’d from nobler veins,
    To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest stains.
  2. We thank Thee for the blood.
    The blood of Christ, Thy Son:
    The blood by which our peace is made, Our victory is won;
    Great victory o’er hell, and sin. and woe,
    That needs no second fight, and leaves no second foe.
  3. We thank Thee for the grace,
    Descending from above,
    That overflows our widest guilt.
    The eternal Father’s love.
    Love of the Father’s everlasting Son,
    Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three in One.
  4. We thank Thee for the hope,
    So glad, and sure, and clear;
    It holds the drooping spirit up
    Till the long dawn appear;
    Fair hope! with what a sunshine does it cheer
    Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here.
  5. We thank Thee for the crown
    Of glory and of life;
    ’Tis no poor withering wreath of earth,
    Man’s prize in mortal strife;
    ’Tis incorruptible as is the throne,
    The kingdom of ourGod and His incarnate Son.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - R.S.307. P.M.
  1. OH, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - R.S.307. P.M.
  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. "Oh, 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. "Oh, 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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. NOT ALL the outward forms on earth,
    Nor rites that God has given,
    Not will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
    Can raise a soul to heaven.
  2. The sovereign will of God alone
    Creates us heirs of grace:
    Born in the image of His Son,
    A new peculiar race
  3. The Spirit, like some heavenly wind
    Blows on the sons of flesh:
    Creates a new, a heavenly mind,
    And forms our lives afresh.
  4. Our quickened souls awake and rise
    From the long sleep of death;
    On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
    And praise employs our breath.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. COME, YE SAINTS, rejoice with Jesus,
    Called with Him His joy to share;
    Seraphs worship, angels praise Him;
    We His friends and followers are.
    Lost ones found, and
    Dead ones raised,
    Now the heart of Jesus cheer.
  2. Praise the Lord with hallelujahs!
    Endless praises let us bring;
    Praise His name for these great mercies,
    Turn we now His praise to sing
    Loudest praises
    Make the court of heaven ring
  3. Praise Him! praise Him! never ceasing,
    Ye who prove God’s boundless grace;
    Have we asked, and has He answered?
    Thankful hearts to heaven raise.
    He is worthy
    To receive His children’s praise.
  4. Hallelujah! hallelujah!
    Heartfelt praise to God we give;
    They should loudest sing His praises,
    Who His blessings thus receive.
    Songs of praises
    Let us render while we live.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. HARK! how the gospel trumpet sounds,
    Christ in free grace therein abounds
    Free grace to such as sinners be
    And if free grace - why not for thee?
  2. The Saviour died, and by His blood
    Brings rebel home to God;
    He died to seT the captive free,
    And why, dear soul, why not for thee?
  3. The blood of Christ — how sweet it sounds
    To cleanse and heal the sinner’s wounds;
    The streams thereof are rich and free;
    And why, dear soul, why not for thee?
  4. Thus Jesus came the poor to bless —
    To clothe them in God’s righteousness;
    This robe is spotless, full and free;
    And why, dear soul, why not forthee?
  5. Eternal life by Christ is given,
    And ruined rebels raised to heaven;
    Then sing of grace so rich and free,
    Rejoice, dear soul — ’tis all for thee!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. OH, HAVE YOU NOT heard of a beautiful stream
    That flows through our Father’s land?
    Its waters gleam bright in the heavenly light,
    And ripple o’er golden sand.
    Oh, seek that beautiful stream,
    Oh, come to that beautiful stream;
    Its waters so free are flowing for thee,
    Come now to that beautiful stream.
  2. With murmuring sound cloth it wander along
    Through fields of eternal green;
    Where songs of the blest in their haven of rest
    Float soft on the air serene.
  3. Its fountains are deep, and its waters are pure,
    And sweet to the weary soul;
    It flows from the throne of Jehovah alone,
    Oh, come where its bright waves roll.
  4. This beautiful stream is the river of life.
    It flows for all nations free;
    A balm for each wound in its waters is found,
    Oh, sinner,it flows for thee.
  5. Oh, will you not drink of that beatiful stream,
    And dwell on that peaceful shore?
    The Spirit says. "Come all ye weary ones home.
    And wander in sin no more."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-D
  1. NOTHING BUT Thy blood, Lord Jesus,
    Can relieve the sinner’s smart;
    Nothing else from guilt release us,
    Nothing else can melt the heart.
    Law and terrors do but harden,
    All the while they work alone;
    But a sense of blood-bought pardon
    Soon dissolves a heart of stone.
  2. Jesus, every consolation
    Flows from Thee, the Sovereign good!
    Love and faith, and true repentance,
    Are all purchased by Thy blood.
    From Thy fullness we receive them;
    We have nothing of our own;
    Freely Thou delight’st to give them,
    To the needy who have none.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SAW YE my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour,
    Saw ye my Saviour and God?
    He died on Calvary
    To atone for you and me,
    And to purchase our pardon with blood.
  2. He was extended, He was extended,
    Shamefully nailed to the tree,
    He bowed His head and died!
    Thus my Lord was crucified
    To atone for a sinner like me.
  3. There as my Surety, there as my Surety,
    Jesus, my Lord, do I see;
    On Him my sins were laid,
    And for me the debt was paid
    When He groaned and expired on the tree.
  4. Now He is living, now He is living,
    Living in heaven above,
    The guilty to forgive,
    And to make the sinner live
    Who believes in His infinite love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 -  L.M.
  1. JESUS, WHERE’ER Thy people meet,
    There they behold the mercy-seat;
    Where’er they seek Thee, Thou art found,
    And every place is hallow’d ground.
  2. For Thou, within no walls confined,
    Inhabitest the humble mind;
    Such ever bring Thee where they come,
    And, going, take Thee to their home.
  3. Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few.
    Thy former mercies here renew;
    Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
    The sweetness of Thy saving name.
  4. Here may we prove the power of prayer
    To strengthen faith and sweeten care-
    To teach our faint desires to rise,
    And bring all heaven before our eyes.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. I ONCE WAS bound in Satan’s chains,
    And blinded by his power,
    But Jesus broke my fetters off -
    O blessed, wondrous hour!
    He told me of His love, and drove
    My unbelief away;
    And now I see His face, and joy
    To bow beneath His sway.
    Yes, Jesus, did it all; did it all;
    He saved a worm like me;
    Nor will He rest till I am blest,
    And His full glory see.
  2. My Adam’s standing He destroyed,
    And set my soul above
    The ruins of this wretched world -
    So boundless is His love!
    The new creation now is mine,
    By grace in it I stand,
    In resurrection power, upheld
    By God’s almighty hand.
  3. Salvation is my happy song,
    Redemption is m theme;
    I bask beneath His my smile,
    And drink at life’s full stream;
    And in a "little while" I go
    To dwell with Him on high,
    When not a cloud shall intercept
    The full tide of my joy!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. LOOK, LOOK, ye saints, within the veil,
    And raise your happy song:
    Your joys can never, never fail,
    For you to Christ belong
  2. O happy saints, for ever freed
    From guilt and every care;
    Dwell, dwell with your exalted Head,
    And let your life be there.
  3. And glory in your Lord and God;
    See, see Him as He is;
    Your robes are spotless through His blood,
    Your happiness is His.
  4. O think not of this world of woe,
    Though subject still to grief;
    But seek your portion here to know,
    For this will give relief.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THERE IS SALVATION with the Lord,
    And pardon, free and full:
    A pardon bought with precious blood
    Of price unspeakable.
    There is pardon, peace, and power,
    And purity, and paradise,
    With all of these in Christ for me,
    Let joyful songs of praise to Him arise.
  2. Salvation, vast, divine, complete,
    That nothing can destroy;
    Eternal love its fountain is,
    Its issue, endless joy.
  3. Fresh from the heart of God it flows
    A life-creating stream,
    Through Jesus to the contrite heart
    That trusts alone in Him.
  4. This great salvation now is mine,
    Redemption through His blood,
    Forgiveness, peace, eternal life,
    The precious gift of God.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. PRECIOUS Saviour, great Redeemer,
    Though Thou’rt precious unto me,
    Thousands in Thy blessed Gospel
    No delight or joy can see
    Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,
    O draw sinners unto Thee;
    While the Word of Life is spoken,
    Give them eyes Thy charms to see.
  2. Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,
    Thou wast slain upon the tree;
    How Thy visage then was marred,
    More than any man’s can be.
  3. Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,
    ’Twas for sinners vile like me
    Black, undone, and hell-deserving -
    Thou didst die on Calvary.
  4. Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,
    Now may sinners trust in Thee;
    None can perish who Thee trusteth,
    Tho’ he chief of sinners be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SHE ONLY TOUCHED the hem of His garment
    As to His side she stole,
    Amid the crowd that gather’d around Him,
    And straightway she was whole.
    Oh, 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.
  3. He turned with "Daughter, be of good comfort,
    Thy faith has made thee whole!"
    And peace that passeth all understanding
    With gladness filled her soul.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  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.
    I wandered alone 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.
  2. And then in the dark lonely hour,
    A voice sweetly whispered to me,
    Saying, Christ the Redeemer hath power
    To save a poor sinner like thee.
    I listened an lo! ’twas the Saviour
    That was speaking so kindly to me.
    And I cried," I’m the chief of sinners,
    Canst Thou save a poor sinner like me?"
  3. Then fully I trusted in Jesus,
    And oh! now a joy came to me;
    My heart was filled with His praises,
    For saving a sinner like me.
    No longer in darkness I’m walking,
    The light is now shining on me,
    And now unto others I’m telling
    How He saved a poor sinner like me.
  4. And now 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.
    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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  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 may now 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!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. MY 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. Sons of men and angels say!
    Raise your joys and triumphs high,
    Sing, ye heavens and earth reply.
  2. Love’s redeeming work is done;
    Fought the fight, the battle won:
    Lo! the sun’s eclipse is o’er;
    Lo! he sets in blood no more!
  3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
    Christ has burst the gates of hell;
    Death in vain forbids Him rise,
    Christ hath opened paradise.
  4. Lives again our glorious King!
    "Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
    Once He died, our souls to save;
    "Where’s thy victory, O grave?"
  5. Soar we now where Christ has led,
    Following our exalted Head:
    Made like Him, like Him we rise;
    Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
  6. Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!
    Praise to Thee by both be given!
    Thee we greet triumphant now;
    Hail, the Resurrection — Thou
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 -  P.M.
  1. SWEET TO TREAD the desert land,
    Marching home together!
    Heart to heart, and hand in hand.
    Marching home together!
    Dark and rough the way may be,
    Often clouds hang o’er us;
    But it is the path where He,
    Christ, has gone before us.

    Marching Home! Marching Home!
    Marching Home together!
    Heart to heart, and hand in hand,
    Marching Home together!
  2. Strangers here we seek no place,
    Marching home together.
    Every step we learn His grace,
    Marching home together!
    Every need by Him supplied
    Wakes a note of singing,
    Every sorrow sanctified
    Praise to Him is bringing!
  3. Every day the miles grow less,
    Marching home together!
    As our footsteps onward press,
    Marching home together!
    Even now we catch a gleam —
    Hear the chorus swelling,
    As each wanderer finds his place
    In the Father’s dwelling!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. MY REST is in heaven, my rest is not here;
    Then why should I tremble when trials are near?
    Be hush’d, my sad spirit, the worst that can come
    But shortens the journey, and hastens thee home.
  2. It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
    And building my hopes in a region like this:
    I look for a city that hands have not piled —
    I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
  3. The thorn and the thistle around me may grow —
    I would not lie down e’en on roses below;
    I ask not a portion, I seek not a rest,
    Till I find them for ever on Jesus’ loved breast.
  4. Let trial and danger my progress oppose,
    They’ll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
    Come joy, or come sorrow, whate’er may befall,
    A home with my God will make up for it all.
  5. With Christ in my heart, and His Word in my hand,
    I march on in haste through an enemy’s land;
    The road may be rough, but it cannot be long;
    And I’ll smooth it with hope and I’ll cheer it with song.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "A RANSOM FOR ALL!" Hear the marvellous story
    Of Jesus, the Saviour, who came from the glory
    The lost to redeem, and God’s children toather,
    By suffering and death on the tree.
    Sing, "A ransom for all,"
    Hear the Saviour’s loud call,
    "It is finished!" Hallelujah!
    Jesus died on the tree
    "Died for all" - hence for me.
  2. While here upon earth - then e’en welcoming any -
    His life Jesus promised "a ransom for man
    But now that His work of redemption’s accomplished,
    The Spirit declares ’tis "for all".
  3. The dear Saviour’s blood, all-atoning in value,
    To God has been offered, and hence there is for you
    A plenary pardon, a priceless salvation,
    Which Jesus now offers to thee.
  4. "Deliver the captive, for I’ve found a ransom,"
    God says now with joy, as He sends out the welcome,
    That calls forth the prisoner, from sin’s chains of bondage,
    To taste the sweet joys of the free.
  5. O captive of Satan, since Jesus hath suffered
    "The just for the unjust" - thy freedom is offered;
    Delay then no longer, but rest on the ransom
    He graciously paid down for thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ONCE I WAS captive at Satan’s will,
    Led by his power into every ill,
    But Jesus saved me and saves me still:
    Glory to His Name!
    Glory to His Name! Glory to His Name!
    Now I am free, for He died for me,
    Glory to His Name.
  2. Once a slave to the law I stood,
    Vainly I strove to return to God,
    Till Jesus ransomed me by His blood.
  3. Once in the bondage of death’s dark night,
    Serving my sins while I shunned the light,
    Till Jesus rescued me by His might.
  4. Now I am free; to my Saviour’s praise,
    Loud hallelujahs I ever raise,
    Walking at liberty in His ways!
  5. Though I am free, I am not my own;
    Jesus my heart for Himself hath won;
    ’Tis now my joy Him to serve alone.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, 1 can safely go.
  2. Anywhere with Jesus, I am not alone,
    Other friends may leave me, He is still my own;
    Even though He lead me over dreariest ways,
    Anywhere with Jesus is a house of praise.
  3. 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, shall be home, sweet home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-8’s
  1. NOW I HAVE FOUND the ground wherein
    Sure my soul’s anchor may remain;
    The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
    Before the world’s foundation slain!
    Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
    When heaven and earth are fled away.
  2. Father, Thine everlasting grace
    Our scanty thought surpasses far;
    Thy heart still melts with tenderness;
    Thine arms of love still open are,
    Returning sinners to receive,
    That mercy they may taste and live.
  3. O Love, thou bottomless abyss!
    My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
    Cover’d is my unrighteousness,
    Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
    While Jesus’ blood, through earth and skies,
    Mercy. free, boundless mercy cries!
  4. With faith I plunge me in this sea;
    Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
    Hither, when hell assails, I flee;
    I look into my Saviour’s breast.
    Away, sad doubts and anxious fear!
    Mercy is all that’s written there.
  5. Though waves and storms go o’er my head,
    Though strength, and health, and friend be gone,
    Though joys be withered all and dead,
    Though every comfort be withdrawn;
    On this my steadfast soul relies;
    Father, Thy mercy never dies.
  6. Fix’d on this ground will I remain,
    Though my heart fail and flesh decay;
    This anchor shall my soul sustain,
    When earth’s foundations melt away:
    Mercy’s full power I then shall prove,
    Loved with an everlasting love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. ONCE I WAS DEAD in sin,
    And hope within me died,
    But now I’m dead to sin
    With Jesus crucified.
    And can it be that "He loved me
    And gave Himself for me?"
  2. O height I cannot reach!
    O depth I cannot sound!
    O love, O boundless love,
    In my redeemer found.
  3. O cold, ungrateful heart,
    That can from Jesus turn,
    When living fires of love
    Should on His altar burn.
  4. I live - and yet, not I,
    But Christ that lives in me,
    Who from the law of sin
    And death has made me free.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. MY SAVIOUR, I would own Thee
    Amid the world’s proud scorn,
    The world that mocked and crowned Thee
    With diadem of thorn!
    The world that now rejects Thee,
    Makes nothing of Thy love,
    Counts not the grace and pity
    That brought Thee from above.
  2. My Lord, my Master, help me
    To walk apart with Thee
    Outside the camp, where only
    Thy beauty I may see;
    Far from the world’s wild turmoil,
    Far from its busy din,
    Far from its praise and honour,
    Its unbelief and sin.
  3. O keep my heart at leisure
    From all the world beside,
    In close communion ever
    Thus with Thee to abide
    So all Thy whispered breathings
    Of love and truth to hear;
    And hail Thee with rejoicing,
    When Thou shalt soon appear.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. IT IS THE BLOOD, it is the blood,
    Which hath atonement made;
    It is the blood which once for all,
    Our ransom price has paid.
    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. It was the blood, the mark of blood.
    The people’s houses bore.
    And when that mark by God was seen,
    His angel passed the door.
  3. Not water then, nor water now,
    Has ever saved a soul.
    Nor Jewish rites, but Jesus’ stripes
    Can make the wounded whole.
  4. I see the blood, I see the blood,
    A voice from heaven cries;
    The soul that owns this token true
    And trusts it never dies.
  5. For He who suffered once for all,
    That we might life obtain,
    Will never leave His Father’s throne,
    To shed that blood again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. LORD JESUS, what grace do I see in Thy face,
    The thorn marks methinks on Thy brow I can trace.
    The wounds out of which Thy life’s blood did once flow;
    By which I’ve been washed and made whiter than snow.
    Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow.
  2. Lord Jesus in Thee by the Father I’m seen,
    Accepted in Thee, I’m made every whit clean,
    Though once a vile sinner, how blessed to know
    That now I’ve been washed and made whiter than snow
  3. Lord Jesus, since now for Thy home I’m made meet,
    My blessed position’s to sit at Thy feet,
    Not there as a penitent, nor as a foe,
    But one by Thee washed and made whiter than snow.
  4. Lord Jesus, aye there I desire to remain.
    Till that blessed day of Thy coming again,
    When Thou for Thy bride shalt in glory forth go,
    And take her, all washed and made whiter than snow.
  5. Lord Jesus, Thy praises in glory we’ll sing,
    When throned with Thyself as the bride of the King,
    And through all eternity this song shall flow,
    "Thou hast washed us and made us e’en whiter than snow."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. O WHAT A GLORIOUS truth is this -Jesus died
    He opened up the path to 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,
    Such love amazing who can tell?,
    Yes, He for ruined man was slain,
    That they through Him might life obtain,
    And everlasting glory gain-Jesus died.
  3. O! tell it unto all around.
    ’Tis such a precious, blessed sound,
    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,
    Which endless ages shall prolong:
    By virtue of that precious blood
    Believers are brought nigh to God;
    0! spread the glorious news abroad- Jesus died.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 10-10
  1. INTO A TENT where a gipsy boy lay,
    Dying alone at the close of the day,
    News of salvation we carried; said he,
    "Nobody ever has told it to me."
    Tell it again, tell it again -
    Salvation’s story repeat o’er and o’er,
    Till none can say of the children of men:
    Nobody ever has told it before.
  2. Did He so love me, a poor gipsy boy,
    Send unto me the glad tidings of joy?,
    Need I not perish, my hand will He hold?
    Nobody ever the story has told.
  3. Bending we caught the last words of his breath
    Just as he entered the valley of death:
    "God sent His son; whosoever said He;
    Then I am sure that He sent Him for me.
  4. Smiling he said as his last sigh was spent,
    "I am so glad that for me He was sent,"
    Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west,
    "Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. A PILGRIM and a stranger here,
    Happy, happy, happy,
    I seek a home to pilgrims dear,
    Happy in the Lord.
    We’ll rise to meet the Saviour,
    Who on Calvary died to save us;
    We’ll rise to meet the Saviour,
    Happy in the Lord.
  2. I leave this world of sin behind,
    A better home in heaven to find.
  3. In that fair clime of endless day,
    The Lord shall wipe all tears away.
  4. Farewell, vain world, I’m goiome,
    Home to Jesus, home, sweet home.
  5. No mourning there, no funeral gloom,
    But youth and health forever bloom
  6. And now redeemed, your voices raise,
    And give to Him who comes the praise.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-6
  1. HARK! HOW THE blood-bought hosts above
    Conspire to chant the Saviour’s love
    In sweet harmonious strains!
    And while they strike their golden lyres,
    This glorious theme each bosom fires.
    That grace triumphant reigns!
  2. We’ll join the song! for we can tell
    How sovereign grace dissolved the spell,
    That kept us bound in chains:
    And from that dear and happy day
    How oft we’ve been constrained to say
    That grace triumphant reigns!
  3. Yes! though we’ve strayed like saints of old,
    Grace has restored us to the fold,
    As captives in its chains;
    Thus saved by grace, we’d gladly sing,
    Till all the earth and heavens ring
    With "Grace triumphant reigns!"
  4. When called to meet our glorious Head,
    That perfect love shall banish dread
    Which now our soul sustains;
    And, as we rise to endless day,
    We’ll raise our voice and boldly say,
    "Grace - Grace triumphant reigns!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. CHRIST HAS DONE the mighty work,
    Nothing left for us to do,
    But to enter on His toil,
    Enter on His triumph too.
  2. His the pardon, ours the sin;
    Great the sin, the pardon great,
    His the good, and ours the ill;
    His the love, and ours the hate.
  3. His the labour, ours the rest,
    His the death, and ours the life:
    Ours the fruit of victory,
    His the agony and strife.
  4. He has sowed the precious seed,
    Nothing left for us unsown;
    Ours it is to reap the field,
    Make the harvest joy our own.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. O JESUS, LORD, Thou stoodest in my stead,
    God’s holy wrath was poured upon Thy head:
    For me ThOu once wast numbered with the dead -
    For me, O Lord, for me.
  2. O Jesus, Lord, Thy blood has brought me nigh,
    Has cleansed me from my sins of scarlet dye:
    For me Thy blood was shed on Calvary-
    For me, O Lord, for me.
  3. O Jesus, Lord, unchanging is Thy love,
    Thou liv’st for me at God’s right hand
    Thy tender care for me I daily prove -
    For me, O Lord, for me.
  4. For me, O Lord, Thou hast done all things well;
    Though feebly here. Thy praise my voice shall swell
    When with Thee, Lord, I shall for ever dwell-
    With Thee, O Lord, with Thee.
  5. O Jesus, Lord, in Thee may I confide, ’
    In Thee in every storm and trouble hide.
    And trust in Thee, whatever, Lord, betide,
    In Thee, O Lord, in Thee.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. LITTLE thought Samaria’s daughter,
    On that ne’er forgotten day,
    That the tender shepherd sought her,
    As a sheep astray.
    That from sin He longed to win her,
    Knowing more than she could tell
    Of that wretchedness within her,
    Waiting at the well.
    Hear, oh, hear the wondrous story,
    Let the winds and waters tell -
    ’Tis the Christ the King of glory,
    Waiting at the well.
  2. ’Neath the stately palm tree swaying
    Listened she to words of truth,
    While each thought was backward straying
    O’er her wasted youth;
    Hastening homeward with desire
    All His wondrous speech to tell,
    Asked she, "Is not the Messiah
    Waiting at the well?"
  3. Living waters still are flowing,
    Full and free for all mankind,
    Blessings sweet on all bestowing,
    All a welcome find.
    All the world may come and prove Him
    Every doubt will Christ dispel,
    When each heart will truly love Him
    Waiting at the well.
  4. Now my ravished soul has found Him,
    Thrills with joy my throbbing breast;
    Living waters. all abounding,
    Give my spirit rest.
    Let me haste to tell the story,
    Oh, the rapture none can tell;
    I have found the King of Glory
    Waiting at the well.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. JESUS, IN HIS heavenly temple,
    Sits with God upon the throne,
    Now no more to be forsaken;
    His humiliation gone.
  2. Never more shall God, Jehovah,
    Smite the Shepherd with the sword;
    Ne’er again shall cruel sinners
    Set at nought our glorious Lord.
  3. Dwelling in eternal sunshine
    Of the countenance of God,
    Jesus fills all heaven with incense
    Of His reconciling blood.
  4. On His heart our names are graven,
    On His shoulders we are borne;
    Of our God beloved in Jesus,
    We can love Him in return.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. HOW LOST was my condition, till Jesus made me whole!
    There is but One Physician can cure a sin-sick soul!
    Next door to death He found me, and snatched me from the grave,
    To tell to all around me His wondrous power to save.
    There’s a balm in Gilead,
    To make the wounded whole;
    There’s power enough in Jesus
    To heal the sin-sick soul.
  2. The worst of all diseases is light compared with sin -
    On every part it seizes, but rages most within;
    ’Tis palsy, dropsy, fever, and madness all combined,
    And none but a believer the least relief can find.
  3. From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain;
    But this proved more distressing, and added tomy pain;
    Some said that nothing ailed me; some gave me up for lost;
    Thus every effort failed me, and all my hopes were crossed.
  4. At length this great Physician - how matchless is His grace!
    Regarded my condition and undertook my case -
    First gave me sight to see Him, for sin my eyes had sealed,
    Then bade me look unto Him; I looked and I was healed.
  5. A dying, risen Jesus, seen by the eye of faith,
    At once from anguish freed me, and saved my soul from death.
    Come, then, to this Physician, His grace He’ll freely give,
    He makes no hard condition -’Tis only Look and Live.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. NOTHING BUT the precious blood
    Can give lasting peace with God,
    For the heart so dark, so stained with sin and guilt;
    There is nothing can atone,
    But the blood of Christ alone,
    Blood, which Christ in love for guilty sinners spilt.
    Trusting in that precious blood,
    There is perfect peace with God;
    Saved for glory, wondrous story,
    Saved thro Jesus’ precious blood.
  2. On the ground of that shed blood
    All believers come to God,
    Boldly enter e’en the holiest of all;
    Spotless stand before the throne,
    Thro’ the blood which doth atone,
    And at Jesus’ feet in praise and worship fall.
  3. In that robe of spotless white
    They are perfect in His sight,
    They are made the very righteousness of God;
    They have boldness in "that day",
    For as Christ is so are they,
    And their sins were fully met by Jesus’ blood.
  4. Soon will come that glorious day,
    When that joy Christ will display,
    That the saints and He are ever joined in One;
    When in brilliancy and light,
    They will share His glory bright,
    And will sit with Christ Himself upon the throne.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. SOVEREIGN GRACE o’er sin abounding,
    Ransom’d 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 has 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - PM.
  1. ONCE I HEARD a sound at my heart’s dark door,
    And was roused from the slumber of sin;
    It was Jesus knocked, He had knocked before,
    Now I said, Blessed Master, come in.
    Then open, open, open,
    Let the Master in;
    For the heart will be bright with a heavenly light,
    When you let the Master in.
  2. Then He spread a feast of redeeming love
    And He made me His own happy guest;
    In my joy I thought that the saints above
    Could be hardly more favoured or blest.
  3. In the holy war, with the foes of truth,
    He’s my shield, He my table prepares:
    He restores my soul, He renews my youth,
    And gives triumph in answer to prayers.
  4. He will feast me still with His presence dear,
    And the love He so freely hath given;
    While His promises tell, as I serve Him here,
    Of the banquet of glory in Heaven.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. COME, LET US JOIN our cheerful songs,
    With angels round the throne;
    Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
    But all their joys are one.
    Hallelujah! to the Lamb
    That was slain on Mount Calvary;
    Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen.
  2. "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
    "To be exalted thus!"
    "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
    "For He was slain for us!"
  3. Jesus is worthy to receive
    Honour and power divine;
    And blessings more than we can give
    Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
  4. Let all that dwell above the sky,
    And air, and earth, and seas,
    Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
    And speak Thine endless praise.
  5. Let all creation join in one.
    To bless the sacred name
    Of Him who sits upon the throne,
    And to adore the Lamb.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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. I love to kiss each print where Christ
    Did set His pilgrim feet;
    Nor can I fear that blessed path
    Whose traces are so sweet
  3. I have no cares, O blessed Lord!
    For all my cares are Thine;
    I live in triumph too, for Thou
    Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
  4. Lead on, lead on triumphantly,
    O blessed Lord, lead on;
    Faith’s pilgrim sons behind Thee seek
    The road that Thou hast gone.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. AMONG the ransom’d, glad and fair,
    Who crowns of light and glory wear.
    There’ll not be one whose soul shall bear
    One trace of sin’s dark sway.
    It’s all taken away, away ...
  2. May I be one? I sinn’d and stray’d,
    God’s holy word I disobey’d,
    And broke commands which Jesus made —
    O yes, indeed I may,
  3. 1 left my soul in Satan’s pow’r;
    I made God angry ev’ry hour,
    Eternal woe did o’er me low’r
    And yet I’m saved today.
  4. The debt was paid when Jesus died,
    And when His pard’ning grace I tried,
    In Calvary’s deep and crimson tide
    My sin was washed away.
  5. Of Jesus while I live, I’ll sing,
    To Him a loving heart I’ll bring,
    For me He bore death’s cruel sting —
    He gives me faith to say.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. FAINT NOT, Christian, tho’ the road,
    Leading to thy blest abode,
    Darksome be and dangerous too,
    Christ thy guide will bring thee through.
  2. Faint not, Christian, though in rage
    Satan doth thy soul engage;
    Take thee faith’s anointed shield,
    Bear it to the battlefield.
  3. Faint not, Christian! though the world
    Has its hostile flag unfurled;
    Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
    Thou shalt overcome at last.
  4. Faint not, Christian, though within
    There’s a heart so prone to sin;
    Christ, thy Lord, is over all,
    He’ll not suffer thee to fall.
  5. Faint not, Christian! though thy God
    Smite thee with the chastening rod,
    Smite He must, with Father’s care,
    That He may His love declare.
  6. Faint not, Christian! Christ is near;
    Soon in glory He’ll appear;
    Then shall end thy toil and strife,
    Death be swallowed up of life.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. FROM EGYPT lately come,
    Where death and darkness reign,
    We seek our new, our better home,
    Where we our rest shall gain.
    Hallelujah! We are on our way to God.
  2. There in celestial strains,
    Enraptured myriads sing;
    The love in every bosom reigns,
    For God Himself is King.
    Hallelujah! We are on our way to God.
  3. We soon shall join the throng;
    Their pleasures we shall share,
    And sing the everlasting song,
    With all the ransomed there.
    Hallelujah! We are on our way to God.
  4. How sweet the prospect is!
    It cheers the pilgrim’s breast;
    We’re journeying through the wilderness,
    But soon shall gain our rest.
    Hallelujah! We are on our way to God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 -  B.H.B.321.
  1. HAST THOU SAID. exalted Jesus,
    Take thy cross and follow me?
    Shall Thy word with terror seize us?
    Shall we from the burden flee?
    Lord, we’ll take it
    And rejoicing follow Thee.
  2. While this liquid tomb surveying,
    Emblem of the Saviour’s grave;
    Shall we shun its brink, betraying
    Feelings worthy of a slave?
    No, we’ll enter
    Jesus entered Jordan’s wave
  3. Sweet the sign that this reminds me,
    Saviour, of Thy love to me;
    Sweeter still the love that binds me
    In its deathless bond to Thee.
    O what pleasure,
    Buried with our Lord to be.
  4. Fellowship with Him possessing,
    Let us die to all around;
    So we rise t’ enjoy the blessing,
    Kept for those in Jesus found,
    When the Archangel
    Wakes the sleepers underground
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. DISCIPLES of Jesus, why stand ye here idle?
    Go work in my vineyard. He calls you today,
    The night is approaching, when no man can labour,
    Our Master commands us, and shall we delay?
    The field is the world!
    The field is the world!
    Look up for the harvest is near,
    When the reapers from glory
    Will shout as they come
    And the Lord of le harvest appear.
  2. Our field is the world, and our work is before us,
    To each is appointed a message to bear,
    At home or abroad, in the cottage or palace,
    Wherever directed, our mission is there.
  3. Perhaps we are called from the highways and hedges
    To gather the lowly, despised, and oppress’d,
    If this be our service, then why should we falter?
    We’ll do it, and trust to our Saviour the rest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WILL YOUR ANCHOR hold in the storms of life,
    When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
    When the strong 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 which 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 then 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 you within the veil.
  4. Will your eyes behold through the
    The city of gold and the harbour bright?
    Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore,
    When life’s storms are past for evermore?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. WITH CHRIST we DIED to sin,
    Lay BURIED in His tomb;
    But QUICKEN’D now with Him "our Life,"
    We stand beyond our doom!
  2. Our God, in wondrous love,
    Hath RAISED us who were dead
    And "in the heavenlies, MADE US SIT
    In Christ," our living "Head."
  3. For us He now appears,
    "Within the veil" above;
    "Accepted" and "complete in Him,"
    We triumph in His love.
  4. In Christ we now are made
    "The righteousness of God;"
    As heaven-born men and HEIRS with Him,
    We follow where He trod.
  5. Rejected and despised,
    He bore the open shame;
    As FELLOW- SUFFERERS, journeying home,
    We glory in His name.
  6. Soon will the Bridegroom come,
    His bride from earth to call!
    We GLORIFIED with Him, shall reign,
    Till God be all in all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. NOTHING between, Lord, nothing between,
    Let me Thy glory see;
    Draw my soul close to Thee,
    Then speak in love to me -
    Nothing between.
  2. Nothing between, Lord, nothing between;
    Let not earth’s sin and noise
    Stifle Thy still small voice,
    In it let me rejoice -
    Nothing between.
  3. Nothing between, Lord, nothing nothing between;
    Nothing of earthly care,
    Nothing of tear or prayer,
    No robe that self may wear -
    Nothing between.
  4. Nothing between, Lord, nothing nothing between;
    Shine with A unclouded ray.
    Chasing each mist away.
    O’er my whole heart bear sway -
    Nothing between.
  5. Nothing between. Lord, nothing between;
    Till Thine eternal light.
    Rising on earth’s dark night.
    Bursts on my open sight -
    Nothing between.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. ALL ON JESUS, all on Jesus,
    Have my many sins been laid:
    He has borne the heavy burden.
    He the dreadful debt has paid.
    Jesus only, Jesus wholly,
    Jesus wholly and alone,
    Jesus now and Jesus ever,
    Jesus all in all I own.
  2. All in Jesus, all in Jesus,
    Is my trust for ever stayed;
    He’s my Saviour, Life and Portion,
    He my peace has fully made.
  3. All from Jesus, all from Jesus,
    Are the blessings I receive;
    He of grace the only fountain,
    Gives His grace when we believe.
  4. All for Jesus, all for Jesus,
    I’ll employ my ransomed powers,
    Living, working, waiting, watching,
    All for Christ, through all the hours.
  5. All to Jesus, all to Jesus,
    Shall the thanks and praise be given,
    When ere long, I’m made like Jesus
    And with Him I’ll rest in heaven.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. JUST as Thou art - how wondrous fair,
    Lord Jesus, all Thy members are!
    A life divine to them is given -
    A long inheritance in heaven.
  2. Just as I was I came to Thee,
    An heir of wrath and misery:
    Just as Thou art before the throne.
    I stand in righteousness Thine own
  3. Just as Thou art — how wondrous free!
    Loosed by the sorrows of the tree:
    Jesus’ the curse, the wrath were Thine,
    To give Thy saints this life divine.
  4. Just as Thou art — nor doubt, nor fear
    Can with Thy spotlessness appear:
    O timeless love! as Thee. I’m seen,
    The righteousness of God in Him.
  5. Just as Thou art — Thou Lamb divine:
    Life, light, and holiness are Thine!
    Thyself their endless source I see.
    And they, the life of God in me.
  6. Just as Thou art — O blissful ray.
    That turned my darkness into day!
    That woke me from my death in sin,
    To know my perfectness in Him.
  7. O teach me, Lord, this grace to own,
    That self and sin no more are known!
    That love — Thy love — in wondrous right,
    Hath placed me in its spotless light!
  8. Soon, soon, ’mid joys on joys untold,
    Thou wilt this grace and love unfold.
    Till worlds on worlds adoring see
    The part Thy members have in Thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  1. NO works of law have we to boast,
    By nature ruined, guilty. lost;
    Condemned already, but Thy hand
    Provided what Thou didst demand.
    We take the guilty sinner’s name,
    The guilty sinner’s Saviour claim;
    We take the guilty sinner’s name,
    The guilty sinner’s Saviour claim.
  2. No faith we bring, ’tis Christ alone,
    ’Tis what He is — what He has done;
    He is for us as given by God,
    It was for us He shed His blood.
  3. We do not feel our sins are gone,
    We know it by Thy word alone;
    We know that Thou our sins didst lay
    On Him who has put sin away.
  4. Because we know our sins forgiven,
    We happy feel - our home is heaven;
    O help us now as sons of God,
    To tread the path that Jesus trod.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  1. WHERE is now the sinner’s Surety.
    He who once was crucified?
    All God’s waves of wrath went o’er Him
    When He suffered, bled and died.
    "It is finished!"
    Grace and truth are glorified.
  2. In the grave they could not find Him:
    He had told them so before:
    Justice could no longer bind Him -
    Mourners let your fears be o’er.
    "He is risen!"
    Jesus lives forever more.
  3. "Peace unto you!" this His greeting,
    Word of Him that cannot lie,
    From the heart that bore our judgment,
    Heart of love that cannot die.
    "Peace unto you!"
    Still He speaketh from on high.
  4. "It is finished!" "He is risen!"
    Ye who these blest words receive,
    Peace in Him is now your portion,
    Peace eternal He will give --
    "Peace unto you!’
    All who on His name believe.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. JESUS - on the cross behold Him!
    Jesus dies on Calvary!
    Sins they are, not nails, which hold Him;
    Sinner, there He dies for thee.
  2. Mighty now, in resurrection,
    Cloth’d with immortality;
    See Him, sinner - blest perfection,
    Of a boundless love to thee!
  3. Infinite is His affection,
    How canst thou resist His plea?
    Force Him not by cold rejection,
    Sinner to depart from thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHITHER, pilgrims, are you going,
    Going each with staff in hand?
    We are going on a journey,
    Going at our King’s command.
    Over hills, and plains, and valleys,
    We are going to His palace,
    We are going to His palace,
    Going to a better land.
  2. Tell us, pilgrims, what you hope for,
    In the bright and better land?
    Spotless robes and crowns of glory.
    From a Saviour’s loving hand;
    We shall drink of life’s clear river.
    We shall dwell with God for ever,
    We shall dwell with God for ever,
    In that bright and better land.
  3. Fear ye not the way so lonely,
    Ye, a little feeble band?
    No, for friends unseen are near us,
    Angels bright around us stand.
    Christ, our Leader. walks beside us,
    He will guard and He will guide us,
    He will guard and He will guide us,
    Going to the better land.
  4. Pilgrims, may we travel with you
    To that bright and better land?
    Come, and welcome, come and welcome,
    Welcome to our pilgrim’s band.
    Come, oh, come, and do not leave us,
    Christ is waiting to receive us,
    Christ is waiting to receive us,
    In that bright and better land.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THE cross of Christ! what untold love,
    What grace was there expressed!
    The only way to heaven above -
    To God’s eternal rest.
  2. The good-for-nothing hopeless ones
    Find mercy on the spot,
    For thus glorious message runs,
    "To him that worketh not."
  3. The work of Christ was so complete,
    Its glory nought can dim;
    The point where God and sinners meet,
    And thousands meet with Him.
  4. And art thou wretched, vile, undone,
    Aye, worse than all beside?
    Why ’twas for such a hopeless one
    That Christ Himself has died.
  5. The day of grace will soon be o’er
    (The closing hour is set),
    Still open stands salvation’s door,
    And you may enter yet.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. LOOK to Jesus! - look and live!
    Mercy at His hand receive;
    He has died upon the tree,
    And His words are "Look to Me!"
    Come to Jesus! - come and live!
    He has endless life to give!
    He from sin will set thee free,
    For His words are, "Come to me!"
  2. Trust in Jesus! — trust and live!
    Now upon His name believe;
    He has blessings e’en for thee;
    For His words are, "Trust in Me!"
  3. Rest in Jesus! — there repose,
    Shelter find from all thy foes;
    Let His name be all Thy plea,
    For His words are, "Rest in Me!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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 unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
  2. In every condition, in sickness, in health,
    In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth,
    At home or abroad, on the land or the sea,
    As the day may demand, shall Thy strength ever be.
  3. "Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed!
    I — 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.
  4. "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
    The floods of distress shall not thee overflow;
    For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
    And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
  5. "E’en down to old age, all My people shall prove
    My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
    And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
    Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
  6. "The soul that on Jesus hath lean’d for repose,
    I will not, I will not, desert to its foes;
    That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake,
    I’ll never, no never, no never forsake."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - PM.
  1. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
    The gladly solemn sound;
    Let all the nations know,
    To earth’s remotest bound.
    The year of Jubilee is come;
    Return ye ransomed sinners, home.
  2. Exalt the Lamb of God,
    The sin-atoning Lamb;
    Redemption by His blood
    Through all the lands proclaim.
  3. Exalt the Lamb of God,
    The sin-atoning Lamb;
    Redemption by His blood
    Through all the lands proclaim.
  4. Ye who have sold for nought
    Your heritage above,
    Shall have it back unbought,
    The gift of Jesus love.
  5. Ye slaves of sin and hell,
    Your liberty receive:
    And safe in Jesus dwell,
    And blest by Jesus live.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. O LORD, what love for sinners Thou hast shown,
    To give Thy life for those by sin undone:
    But is that blood, which doth for sin atone,
    For me?
  2. Was it for guilty sinners such as I
    That Thou, O Lord, didst suffer, bleed, and die?
    And is that grace which Thou dost now supply
    For me?
  3. Is it for me, who early went astray.
    Who turned from God to tread a self-willed way?
    Is it for me that mercy flows today?
    For me?
  4. If ’tis the hopeless case Thou lov’st to meet.
    If ’tis a sinner Thou dost run to greet,
    Then ’tis for me to worship at Thy feet.
    For me?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide:
    A shelter in the time of storm!
    Secure whatever ill betide:
    A shelter in the time of storm!
    Oh Jesus is a Rock in a weary land!
    A weary land! a weary land;
    Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land -
    A shelter in the time of storm!
  2. A shade by day, defence by night:
    A shelter in the time of storm!
    No fears alarm, no foes affright;
    A shelter in the time of storm!
  3. The raging storms may round us beat:
    A shelter in the time of storm!
    We’ll never leave our safe retreat,
    A shelter in the time of storm!
  4. O Rock divine, O Refuge dear:
    A shelter in the time of storm!
    Be Thou our helper ever near,
    A shelter in the time of storm!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HARK! ten thousand voices crying,
    Lamb of God, with one accord
    Thousand saints replying
    Wake at once the echoing chord.
  2. "Praise the Lamb" the chorus waking
    All in heaven together throng,
    Loud and far, each tongue partaking,
    Rolls around the endless song.
  3. Grateful incense this ascending
    Ever to the Father’s throne,
    Every knee to Jesus bending,
    All the mind in heaven is one.
  4. All the Father’s counsels claiming
    Equal honour to the Son;
    All the Son’s effulgence beaming,
    Makes the Father’s glory known.
  5. By the Spirit all pervading,
    Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb,
    Crowned with light and joy unfading,
    Hail Him as the great "I AM."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. JESUS, HOW MUCH Thy name unfolds
    To every opened ear;
    The pardoned sinner’s memory holds
    None other half so dear.
  2. Jesus! it speaks a life of love,
    And sorrows meekly borne:
    It tells of sympathy above,
    Whatever sins we mourn.
  3. It tells us of Thy sinless walk
    In fellowship with God;
    And to our ears no tale so sweet
    As Thine atoning blood.
  4. This name encircles every grace,
    That God, as man, could show;
    There only can the Spirit trace
    A perfect life below.
  5. The mention of Thy name shall bow
    Our hearts to worship Thee:
    The chiefest of ten thousand Thou!
    The chief of sinners we!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. AND WILL the Judge descend,
    And must the dead arise,
    And not a single soul escape
    His all - discerning eyes?
  2. And from His righteous lips,
    Shall a dread sentence sound;
    And through the numerous guilty throng
    Speak black despair around.
  3. How will thy heart endure
    The terrors of that day,
    When heaven and earth before His face
    Astonished shrink away?
  4. But ere the trumpet shakes
    The mansions of the dead,
    Hark! from the gospel’s cheering sound
    What joyful tidings spread.
  5. Ye sinners, trust His grace,
    Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
    Trust in the blood shed on the cross
    And find salvation there.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. PRAISE thy Saviour, O my soul!
    He hath drunk the bitter gall,
    Paid thy ransom, set thee free:
    Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully.
  2. Oh! the wonders of His love! S
    ee Him coming from above,
    To atone and die for thee;
    Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully.
  3. See the waves and billows roll
    O’er His sinless, spotless soul,
    Oh! my soul, it was for thee:
    Praise Him, praise him cheerfully.
  4. Yes! with joy we’ll praise Him now,
    Till with saints above we bow,
    And to all eternity,
    Praise Him, praise Him cheerfully.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 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,
    If now your heart’s decision be,
    Christ is all.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 worldwide 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. OH, 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 tarry 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. Oh, 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 thine heart, no more repine,
    His word is sure: He’ll tarry not.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. STERN justice cries for blood,
    And righteous is its plea;
    Nothing but blood can satisfy
    Its solemn, stern decree.
  2. Where shall poor sinners go?
    On what their hopes be built?
    How can they meet the just demand
    Or answer for their guilt?
  3. Lo! God does interpose,
    He gives His only son,
    Whose precious blood on Calvary flows,
    And life for man is won!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THE Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want,
    He makes me down to lie
    In pastures green, He leadeth me
    The quiet waters by.
  2. My soul He doth restore again,
    And me to walk doth make
    Within the paths of righteousness,
    E’en for His own name’s sake.
  3. Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
    Yet will I fear none ill;
    For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
    And staff me comfort still.
  4. My table Thou hast furnished
    In presence of my foes;
    My head Thou doss with oil anoint,
    And my cup overflows.
  5. Goodness and mercy all my life
    Shall surely follow me;
    And in God’s house for evermore
    My dwelling place shall be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-8’s
  1. GREAT God of wonders! all Thy ways
    Are worthy of Thyself - divine!
    But the bright glories of Thy grace
    Beyond 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 guiIty, 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - LM.
  1. BEHOLD Me standing at the door,
    And hear Me pleading evermore,
    With gentle voice, Oh, 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, opprest with sin,
    May I come in? may I come in?
  2. I bore the cruel thorns for thee,
    I waited long and patiently:
    Say weary heart, opprest 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, opprest with sin:
    May I come in ? may I come in?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. PRAISE, praise ye the name of Jehovah, our God,
    Declare, oh declare ye, his glories abroad;
    Proclaim ye His mercy from nation to nation,
    Till the uttermost islands have heard His salvation.
    For His love floweth on, free and full as a river,
    And His mercy endureth for ever and ever.
  2. Praise, praise ye the Lamb who for sinners was slain,
    Who went down to the grave and ascended again;
    And who soon shall return when these dark days are o’er,
    To set up His kingdom in glory and power.
  3. Then the heavens, and the earth, and the sea shall rejoice,
    The field and the forest shall lift the glad voice,
    The sand of the desert shall flourish in green,
    And Lebanon’s glory be shed o’er the’ scene.
  4. Her bridal attire and her festal array,
    All nature shall wear on that glorious day;
    For her King cometh down with His people to reign,
    And His presence shall bless her with Eden again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8’s
  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! . .
    Oh, what must it be to be there?
    To be there! .. to be there! . .
    Oh, what must it be to be there?
  2. We speak of its pathways of gold,
    Its walls decked with jewels so rare.
    Its wonders and pleasures untold;
    But what must it be to be there?
  3. 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?
  4. 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?
  5. Do Thou, Lord, in pleasure or woe,
    For heaven our spirits prepare;
    Then shortly we also shall know,
    And feel what it is to be there.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. WHAT SACRED FOUNTAIN yonder springs,
    Out from the throne of God,
    Which all our covenant blessing brings?
    ’Tis Jesus’ precious blood!
  2. What mighty sum paid all my debt,
    When charged with guilt I stood,
    And hath my soul at freedom set?
    Tis Jesus precious blood!
  3. What stream is that which sweeps away
    My sins, just like a flood,
    Nor lets one guilty blemish stay?
    ’Tis Jesus’ precious blood!
  4. What voice is that which speaks for me
    In heaven’s high court for good,
    And from the curse hath set me free?
    ’Tis Jesus’ precious blood!
  5. What theme, my soul will best employ
    Thy harp before thy God,
    And make all heaven to ring with joy?
    ’Tis Jesus’ precious blood!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. IN THE SHADOW of His wings
    There is rest, sweet rest;
    There is rest from care and labour,
    There is rest for friend and neighbour,
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is rest, sweet rest.
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is rest ...
    There is rest! .. there is peace!!!
    There is joy! .. in the shadow of His wings!
    There is rest! .. there is peace!
    There is joy! .. in the shadow of His wings!
  2. In the shadow of His wings
    There is peace, sweet peace,
    Peace that passeth understanding,
    Peace, sweet peace, that knows no ending;
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is peace, sweet peace;
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is peace . .
  3. In the shadow of His wings
    There is joy, glad joy,
    There is joy to tell the story,
    Joy exceeding, full of glory:
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is joy, glad joy,
    In the shadow of His wings
    There is joy . . .
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  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 keep the eye
    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 redemption’s song to Thee,
    For worthy, Lord, Thou art.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. OUR SOULS are in God’s mighty hand;
    We’re precious in His sight;
    And you and I shall surely stand
    With Him in glory bright.
    We’ll stem the storm; it won’t last long
    We’ll anchor by-and-by,
    In the haven of eternal rest,
    With Jesus ever nigh.
  2. Him eye to eye we soon shall see;
    Our face like His shall shine:
    Oh! what a glorious company,
    When saints and angeIs join!
  3. Ohl what a joyful meeting there!
    In robes of white arrayed,
    We’ll all unite in praising Him
    Whose glories never fade.
  4. When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
    Bright shining as the sun
    We have no less days to sing God’s praise,
    Than when we first begun.
  5. Then let us hasten to the day
    When all shall be brought home,
    Come, O Redeemer! - come today!
    Come, Jesus! quickly come!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 10’s
  1. THE Lord is risen: now death’s dark judgement flood
    Is passed, in Him who bought us with His blood.
    The Lord is risen; we stand beyond the doom
    Of all our sin, through Jesus’ empty tomb.
  2. The Lord is risen; with Him we also rose,
    And in His grave see all our vanquished foes.
    The Lord is risen: beyond the judgement land,
    In Him, in resurrection-life, we stand.
  3. The Lord is risen: shut in are we with God,
    To tread the desert which His feet have trod,
    The Lord is risen: the Sanctuary’s our place,
    Where now we dwell before the Father’s face.
  4. The Lord is risen: the Lord is gone before;
    We long to see Him, and to sin no more!
    The Lord is risen: our trumpet-shout shall be,
    "Thou hast prevailed! Thy people, Lord, are free!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P M.
  1. OH. TO BE nothing, nothing!
    Only to lie at His feet,
    A broken and emptied vessel,
    For the Master’s use made meet.
    Emptied that He might fill me,
    As forth to His service I go;
    Broken - that so unhindered
    His life through me might flow.
  2. Oh, to be nothing, nothing!
    Only as led by His hand:
    A messenger at His gateway,
    Only waiting for His command.
    Only an instrument ready
    His praises to sound at His will:
    Willing, should He not require me,
    In silence to wait on Him still.
  3. Oh, to be nothing, nothing!
    Painful the humbling may be,
    Yet low in the dust I’d lay me
    That the world might my Saviour see.
    Rather be nothing, nothing!
    To Him let our voices be raised:
    He is the fountain of blessing,
    He only is meet to be praised.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. O HEAR ye now the call, ye thirsty ones and weary
    Who seek in vain for pleasures true, upon this barren shore;
    A fountain now is flowing, of joy that passeth knowing
    And whosoever drinketh there shall thirst again no more.
    O how sweet will it be to meet by the river
    That flows from the throne of God and the Lamb!
    O how sweet will it be to dwell for ever
    In the blissful presence of the great "I AM!"
  2. In Christ a living stream of peace and joy flowing,
    For thee, O lost and wandering one, though now afar you roam;
    On thee He now is calling; His words of grace are falling,
    Believe and live, and thou shalt dwell in yonder happy home.
  3. But there shall come a day — a day of deepest sorrow,
    If you refuse the Christ of God who pleadeth now with thee;
    For changed shall be your scorning into a bitter mourning,
    Then why delay? — O come today, and His salvation see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - D.C.M
  1. MY HEART is resting, O my God;
    I will give praise and sing,
    My heart is at the secret source
    Of every precious thing.
    Now the frail vessel Thou hast made,
    No hands but Thine shall fill;
    The waters of the earth have failed,
    And I am thirsty still.
  2. I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
    And here all day they rise;
    I seek the treasure of Thy love,
    And close at hand it lies.
    And a new song is in my mouth,
    To long-loved music set;
    Glory to Thee for all the grace
    I have not tasted yet.
  3. I have a heritage of joy
    That yet I must not see;
    The hand that bled to make it mine
    Is keeping it for me!
    My heart is resting on His truth
    Who hath made all things mine,
    Who draws my captive will to Him,
    And makes it one with Thine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 on 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 for ever will delay.
    "Escape thou for thy life!
    Tarry not in all the plain;
    Nor behind thee look, oh 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."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHENE’ER we meet you always say,
    What’s the news? What’s the news?
    Pray what’s the order of the day,
    What’s the news? what’s the news?
    Oh, I have got good news to tell,
    My Saviour hath done things well,
    And triumphed over death and hell,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
  2. The Lamb was slain on Calvary,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    To set a world of sinners free,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    For us he bowed His sacred head,
    For us His precious blood was shed;
    And now He’s risen from the dead,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
  3. His work reviving all around,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    And many have the Saviour found,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    And since their souls have caught the flame,
    They shout hosanna to His name.
    And all around they spread His fame,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
  4. The Lord has pardoned all my sin,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    I have the witness now within,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!
    And since He took my guilt away,
    And taught me how to watch and pray,
    I’m happy now from day to day,
    That’s the news! that’s the news!

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. "STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,"
    See Him dying on 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,
    Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
    None shall ever be confounded
    Who on Him their hopes have built.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 10’s
  1. PEACE! perfect peace! in this dark world of sin?
    The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
  2. Peace! perfect peace! by thronging duties press’d?
    To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
  3. Peace! perfect peace! with sorrows surging round?
    On Jesus’ bosom nought but calm is found.
  4. Peace! perfect peace! with loved ones far away?
    In Jesus’ keeping we are safe, and they.
  5. Peace! perfect peace! our future all unknown?
    Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
  6. Peace! perfect peace! death shadowing us and ours?
    Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
  7. It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
    And Jesus call to heaven’s perfect peace.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. SHALL WE MEET beyond the river,
    Where the surges cease to roll?
    Where in all the bright "for ever,"
    Sorrow ne’er shall press the soul?
    Shall we meet? shall we meet?
    Shall we meet beyond the river?
    Shall we meet beyond the river?
    Where the surges cease to roll?
  2. Shall we meet in that blest harbour,
    When our stormy voyage is o’er?
    Shall we meet and cast the anchor
    By the fair celestial shore?
  3. Shall we meet in yonder city,
    Where the towers of crystal shine,
    Where the walls are all of jasper,
    Built by workmanship divine?
  4. Shall we meet with Christ the Saviour,
    When He comes to claim His own?
    Shall we know His blessed favour,
    And sit down upon His throne?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SINGING OF JESUS, singing of Jesus,
    Trying to serve Him wherever I go;
    Pointing the lost to the way of Salvation,
    This be my mission, a pilgrim below.
    When in the praise of my Saviour I mingle,
    When to exalt Him my voice I would raise;
    ’Tis for His glory whose arm is our refuge,
    Him would I honour, His name would I praise.
  2. Singing of Jesus glad hymns of salvation,
    Lifting the soul on her pinions of love,
    Dropping a word or a thought by the wayside,
    Telling of rest in the mansions above.
    Singing of Jesus who died to redeem us,
    And of the grace that He loves to bestow,
    Life everlasting, the gift of His Spirit,
    Joy full of glory to pilgrims below.
  3. Singing of Jesus, my blessed Redeemer,
    God of the pilgrims, of Thee I will sing
    When o’er the billows of time I am wafted,
    Still with Thy praise shall eternity ring.
    Glory to God for the prospect before me,
    Soon shall my spirit to heaven ascend,
    Singing to Jesus, oh, blissful employment.
    Loud hallelujahs that never will end.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. IN the cross of Christ I glory,
    Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time
    All the light of sacred story
    Gathers round its head sublime.
  2. When the woes of life o’ertake me —
    Hopes deceive, and fears annoy
    Never shall the cross forsake me —
    Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
  3. When the sun of bliss is beaming
    Light and love upon my way,
    From the cross the radiance streaming
    Adds more lustre to the day.
  4. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
    By the cross are sanctified
    Peace is here that knows no measure,
    Joys that through all time abide.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. JESUS, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
    Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
    Oh, it was wonderful — blest be His name!
    Seeking for me, for me!
    Seeking for me, for me!..
    Seeking for me, for me!..
    Oh, 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;
    Oh it was wonderful, how could it be?
    Dying for me, for me!
    Dying for me, for me!..
    Dying for me, for me!..
    Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
    Dying for me, for me!
  3. Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
    While I was wand’ring afar from the fold,
    Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
    Calling for me, for me!
    Calling for me, for me!..
    Calling for me, for me!..
    Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
    Calling for me, for me!
  4. Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high
    Sweet is the promise as weary years fly:
    Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
    Coming for me, for me!
    Coming for me, for me!..
    Coming for me, for me!..
    Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
    Coming for me, for me!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. NOW I CAN READ my title clear
    To mansions in the skies,
    I’ll bid farewell to every fear,
    And wipe my weeping eyes.
    We’ll stem the storm; it won’t be long;
    We’ll anchor by and by,
    In the haven of eternal rest,
    With Jesus ever nigh.
  2. Should earth against my soul engage,
    And hellish darts be hurled,
    Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
    And face a frowning world.
  3. Let cares, like a wild deluge,come
    And storms of sorrow fall;
    Soon shall I safely reach my home,
    My God, my heaven, my all.
  4. There shall I bathe my weary soul
    In seas of heavenly rest.
    And not a wave of trouble roll
    Across my peaceful breast.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. THE GOSPEL of the grace of God,
    Unchangeably the same,
    "Forgiveness" speaks through Jesus’ blood,
    "Salvation," in His name.
  2. "Eternal life" for ever sure,
    To all who do believe;
    "Eternal glory" kept secure,
    For those who Christ receive.
  3. Nor height, nor depth, nor earth, nor hell,
    Shall ever them remove,
    Who in the heart of Jesus dwell,
    Who know and trust His love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  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:
    Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D
  1. I WAS a wandering sheep, n ??fold;
    I did not love the fold;
    I did not love the Shepherd’s voice,
    I would not be controlled.
    But happy now I am,
    And happy shall I be.
    Till gazing on my Lord the Lamb,
    I all His, love shall see!
  2. I was a wayward child,
    I did not love my home;
    I did riot love my Father’s voice,
    I loved afar to roam.
  3. The Shepherd sought His sheep,
    The Father sought His child:
    They followed me o’er vale and hill,
    O’er desert, waste, and wild.
  4. They found me nigh to death,
    Famished, and faint, and lone;
    They bound me with the bands of love,
    They saved the wandering one.
  5. They spoke in tender love,
    They raised my drooping head,
    They gently closed my bleeding wounds.
    My fainting soul they fed.
  6. Jesus my Shepherd is,
    ’Twas He that loved my soul,
    ’Twas He that washed me in His blood,
    ’Twas He that made me whole.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.D
  1. NOTHING TO PAY? — no not a whit,
    Nothing to do? — no, not a bit;
    All that was needed to do or to pay,
    Jesus has done in His own blessed way.
  2. Nothing to pay? — no, not a stroke:
    Gone is the captor, gone is the yoke;
    Jesus at Calvary severed the chain,
    And none can imprison His freeman again.
  3. Nothing to fear? — no,not a jot;
    Nothing unclean? — no, not a spot;
    Christ is my peace, and I’ve nothing at stake,
    Satan can that neither harass nor shake.
  4. Nothing to settle? — all has been paid;
    Nothing of anger? — peace has been made.
    Jesus alone is the sinner’s resource,
    Peace He has made by the blood of His cross,
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. IN ROBES made white through Jesus blood
    We soon shall meet beyond the flood,
    And hold sweet converse free from pain.
    Nor ever fear to part again,
    Beyond the swelling flood!
    Beyond the swelling flood!
    Beyond the swelling flood!
    Beyond. the swelling flood!
    We’ll meet to part no more,
    We’ll meet. to part no more,
    We’ll meet to part no more,
    We’ll meet to part no more.
    Beyond the swelling flood!
  2. I fear not now what ills may come
    By faith I see my heavenly home,
    And hear the angel-voices say,
    "Thy God shall wipe all tears away,"
    Beyond the swelling flood!
  3. O meeting blest. with friends so dear,
    What sounds shall greet the list’ning ear?
    What thrills of rapture wake the soul
    As back those golden gates shall roll,
    Beyond the swelling flood!
  4. Dear Saviour, guide my willing feet,
    That I may have that joy complete;
    And live to praise through endless day
    The love that dries all tears away,
    Beyond the swelling flood!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WE PRAISE Thy great love, our Father and God;
    Rejoicing in Jesus, whom Thou hast bestow’d.
    Hallelujah! Thine the glory
    Hallelujah! Amen.
    Hallelujah! Thine the glory, revive us again
  2. Accepted in Christ, who has stood in our place,
    We shall show in the glory God’s riches of grace.
    Hallelujah! come In glory!
    Hallelujah! Amen!
    Hallelujah! come In glory! come quickly again.
  3. We work for Him now, till - His body complete -
    The Bride and the Bridegroom in glory shall meet.
  4. And, Jesus, we wait for the time Thou shalt come.
    We long for Thy presence, our heavenly home.
  5. We praise Thee, O God, for the springs by the way,
    That refresh us, lone pilgrims, while our Lord is away.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. I AM NOT TOLD to labour,
    To put away my sin;
    So foolish, weak, and helpless,
    I never could begin;
    But blessed truth - I know it!
    Though ruined by the fall,
    Christ has my soul redeemed -
    Yes! Christ has done it all!
  2. I have not now to seek Him;
    In love He sought for me,
    When far from Him I wandered
    In sin and misery;
    He op’d my ears and gave me
    To listen to His call;
    He sought me and He found me!
    Yes! Christ has done it all!
  3. And now I cannot please Him
    In aught I say or do,
    Unless He daily helps me
    His glory to pursue;
    Still helpless and still feeble,
    On His strong arm I fall,
    My strength in pressing onward -
    Yes! Christ must do it all!
  4. And when in heavenly glory
    My ransomed soul shall be
    From sin and all pollution
    For ever, ever free,
    I’ll cast my crown before Him,
    And loud His grace extol -
    "Thou Hast Thyself redeemed me;
    Yes! Thou hast done it all!"

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. LO! HE COMES with clouds descending,
    Once for guilty sinners slain;
    Thousand, thousand saints attending,
    Swell the triumph of His train;
    Jesus comes, and comes to reign.
  2. Every eye shall then behold Him,
    Robed in dreadful majesty!
    Those who set at nought and sold Him,
    Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
    Deeply wailing,
    Shall the true Messiah see.
  3. When the solemn trump has sounded,
    Heaven and earth shall flee away;
    All who hate Him must, confounded,
    Hear the summons of that day -
    Come to judgement!
    Come to judgement! come away!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-8’s
  1. WHEN FIRST o’erwhelmed with sin and shame,
    To Jesus’ cross I trembling came,
    Burdened with guilt and full of fear,
    Yet. drawn by love, I ventured near,
    And pardon found, and peace with God,
    In Jesus’ rich, atoning blood.
  2. My sins are gone, my fears are o’er
    I shun God’s presence now no more;
    He sits upon a throne of grace,
    He bids me boldly seek His face;
    Sprinkled upon the throne of God,
    I see that rich, atoning blood.
  3. Before His face my Priest appears,
    My Advocate the Father hears;
    That precious blood before His eyes
    Both day and night for mercy cries;
    It speaks, it ever speaks to God,
    The voice of that atoning blood.
  4. By faith that voice I also hear;
    It answers doubt, it stills each fear;
    The accuser seeks in vain to move
    The wrath of Him whose name is Love:
    Each charge against the sons of God
    Is silenced by th’ atoning blood.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, 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 I will make thy pathway clear.
  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 will guide thy steps aright.
  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 of My love I will uprear.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-6-6-8-8
  1. LET EARTH and heaven agree,
    Let men with angels join,
    To sing salvation free,
    The work of grace divine;
    To praise the great atoning Lamb.
    And all His wondrous love proclaim.
  2. Jesus! life-giving sound,
    The joy of earth and heaven;
    No other help is found,
    No other name is given
    In which the sons of men can boast
    But His who seeks and saves the lost.
  3. His name the sinner hears,
    And is from guilt set free;
    ’Tis music in his ears,
    ’Tis life and victory:
    His heart o’erflows with sacred joy,
    And songs of praise his lips employ.
  4. Jesus! all praise above:
    We sing Thy blessed name,
    We sing Thy dying love,
    Thy rising power proclaim,
    But, soon to give Thee worthy praise,
    Both heaven and earth their voice shall raise.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. TO THY CROSS. O Christ, I’m clinging;
    All my refuge and my plea;
    Matchless is Thy loving kindness,
    Else it had not stoop’d to me.
  2. Long my heart has heard Thee calling,
    But I thrust aside Thy grace;
    Yet! O boundless condescension,
    Love is shining from Thy face.
  3. Life eternal — light eternal —
    Close me safely, sweetly in;
    Saviour, let Thy balm of healing
    Ever keep me free from sin.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. LOOKING only to Jesus the Crucified One
    Who invites all that mourn, will you come? will you come?
    God has laid all my sins on His Son on the Cross:
    Sinful pleasures are now to my taste but as dross.

    Jesus died, Jesus died,
    Sound the tidings forth - Sound the tidings forth -
    Jesus saves, Jesus saves,
    Shout the victory, the victory,
  2. Oh, how oft have I heard of the Saviour who died,
    That my fears might be quelled, and my tears all be dried;
    But, alas, my proud heart was too stubborn to yield
    To His kind invitation to come and be healed.
  3. But at length God in mercy has led me to see
    That if I would find safety to Christ I must flee;
    The avenger of blood I have seen on my track.
    But with Jesus my refuge I’ll never turn back.
  4. Still to Jesus I look, though life’s journey be long,
    When approaching the river let this be my song -
    All my sins washed away in the peace- speaking blood;
    Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly, and take me to God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WOULD YOU LOSE your load of sin?
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus
    Would you know God’s peace within?
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
    Jesus, who on the cross did die,
    Jesus, who loves and lives on high,
    He alone can justify -
    Fix your e yes upon Jesus.
  2. Would you know your sins forgiven?
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
    Would you have a home in heaven?
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
  3. Weary, heavy-laden soul,
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
    He can save and make thee whole -
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
  4. Heed not what you feel within,
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
    He can break the power of sin,
    Fix your eyes upon Jesus.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. OH, WHAT A GIFT the Fattier gave
    When He bestowed His Son
    To save poor, ruined, guilty man,
    By sin defiled, undone!

    Oh, ’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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. ANGELS REJOICE o’er sinners saved
    Joy doth each bosom swell,
    As round the radiant shores they fly,
    The blessed news to tell.
    Another soul to Jesus born,
    And ransomed from the fall;
    To Thee, O Lord, the praise we give,
    Thou, Thou shalt have it all.
  2. Nor angels only — Jesus sees
    The trophy of His grace;
    And, oh, what radiant happy smiles
    Beam in the Saviour’s face!
  3. The "Man of Sorrows" now hath joy,
    The long lost sheep is found —
    The sheep for which He bled and died,
    He has it safe and sound.
  4. The Father too, He says, "’Tis meet
    We merry be, and glad;
    The dead’s alive, the lost is found!"
    Oh, who could now be sad?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D.
  1. UNTIL I SAW the blood,
    ’Twas hell my soul was fearing,
    And dark and dreary in my eyes
    The future was appearing;
    While conscience told its tale of sin
    And caused a weight of woe within.
  2. Until I saw the blood,
    For mercy I was crying,
    As if to move the heart of God,
    Or win His favour trying;
    But all the seeking seemed in vain,
    The wished for peace I could not gain
  3. But when I saw the blood,
    And looked at Him who shed it,
    My right to peace was seen at once,
    And I with transport read it;
    I found myself to God brought nigh,
    And "Victory!" became my cry.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-6
  1. LET ALL who know the joyful sound
    With gladness send the tidings round,
    And tell that God is love:
    That God so loved the world, He gave
    His own dear Son, the world to save:
    God’s message from above.
  2. That all who in the Son believe,
    Shall never perish. but receive
    Life endless and divine:
    No condemnation e’er shall know,
    From death to life they pass below,
    And then in glory shine.
  3. The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!
    Let him that heareth, too, say, Come!
    Whoever thirst may come:
    Water of life is freely given,
    Till Christ the Lord descends from heaven;
    Lord Jesus, quickly come!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-6-8
  1. O LORD! "with one accord,"
    We gather round Thy throne
    To hear Thy Holy Word,
    To worship Thee alone.
    Oh! may our loosened tongues proclaim,
    That Thou, our God. art still the same
  2. We have no strength to meet
    The storms that round us lower,
    Keep Thou our trembling feet
    In every trying hour;
    More than victorious shall we be,
    If girded with Thy panoply!
  3. And may that living wave,
    That issues from on high,
    Whose olden waters lave
    Thy throne eternally,
    Flow down in power on us today,
    And none shall go unblessed away
  4. Anoint us with Thy grace,
    To yield ourselves to Thee,
    To run our daily race
    With joy and energy,
    Until we hear the Bridegroom say,
    "Rise up, My love, and come away!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. PLUNGED IN A GULF of dark despair,
    We wretched sinners lay,
    Without one cheerful beam of hope,
    Or spark of glimm’ring day.
  2. With pitying eyes, the Prince of Peace
    Beheld our helpless grief;
    He saw, and, oh. amazing love!
    He came to our relief.
  3. Down from the shining courts above
    With joyful haste He sped,
    Died on the cross, lay in the grave,
    And dwelt among the dead.
  4. Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
    Their lasting silence break;
    And all harmonious human tongues
    The Saviour’s praises speak!
  5. Angels assist our mighty joys,
    Strike all your harps of gold;
    But when you raise your highest note
    His praise can ne’er be told.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. OH, COME, poor needy sinner,
    Come, turn aside and see
    Christ’s wonderful redemption,
    The fruit of Calvary;
    The Saviour sits exalted,
    Salvation now is free,
    And the Lord Himself is calling —
    Calling thee.
    Oh, the Lord Himself is calling,
    He is calling now for thee;
    Sinner, heed the gracious message,
    At once to Jesus flee.
    Oh, come, trust thyself to Jesus,
    If thou would’st happy be,
    While the Lord Himself is calling -
    Calling thee.
  2. Oh! come, poor thirsty sinner,
    Come, turn aside and see
    The wells of free salvation
    O’erflowing now for thee.
    Our God is still dispensing
    His grace and mercy free
    While the Lord Himself is calling -
    Calling thee.
  3. Poor, helpless, doubting sinner,
    There’s blessed news for thee;
    All strength belongs to Jesus,
    He gained the victory
    He breaks the bonds of Satan,
    He sets the captives free;
    Oh! the Lord Himself is calling -
    Calling thee.
  4. No longer doubt the message,
    No longer stay away;
    A full. a free salvation
    His blood provides today.
    Oh! trust thy soul to Jesus,
    If thou would’st happy be;
    While the Lord Himself is calling -
    Calling thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-5
  1. HO, YE THIRSTY, Jesus calls you;
    Jesus came to give
    Wine and milk of free salvation;
    Come to Him and live!
    Whosoever will may take it!
    Hear the Gospel cry!
    Without price and without money,
    Come to Him and buy.
  2. Wherefore do ye spend your treasure
    Where there is no bread?
    Only by the living Saviour
    Dying souls are fed.
  3. None can be too vile for Jesus:
    None can be too poor;
    By His blood are peace and pardon,
    Mercies ever sure.
  4. Oh, His tender love and pity!
    Still He calls today;
    Never one to Him who cometh
    Shall be cast away.
  5. From all sin He came to save us;
    Satan’s slaves to free;
    To His royal feast He bids us;
    Sinner, taste and see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - D.L.M.
  1. SWEET HOUR of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    That calls me from a world of care,
    And bids me at my Father’s throne
    Make all my wants and wishes known:
    In seasons of distress and grief,
    My soul has often found relief,
    And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
    By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
  2. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    Thy wings shall my petition bear
    To Him whose truth and faithfulness
    Engage the waiting souls to bless;
    And since He bids me seek His face,
    Believe His word and trust His grace,
    I’ll cast on Him my every care,
    And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
  3. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    May I Thy consolation share,
    Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
    I view my home and take my flight.
    This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
    To seize the everlasting prize;
    And shout, while passing through the air,
    "Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. BLESSED LORD, our souls are longing,
    Thee, our risen Head, to see;
    And the cloudless morn is dawning,
    When Thy saints shall gathered be
    Grace and glory,
    All our fresh springs are in Thee.
  2. All the joy we now are tasting
    Is but as the dream of night:
    To the day of God we’re hasting,
    Looking for it with delight.
    Thou art coming,
    And wilt satisfy our sight.
  3. True, the silent grave is keeping
    Many a seed in weakness sown;
    But the saints in Thee now sleeping,
    Raised in power, shall share Thy throne.
    Lord of Glory! ’tis Thine own.
  4. As we sing, our hearts grow lighter;
    We are children of the day
    Sorrow makes our hope the brighter;
    Faith regards not the delay:
    Sure the promise,
    We shall meet Thee on the way.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. O COME TO ME, said Jesus,
    Thou weary soul oppress’d,
    And take my yoke upon you,
    And I will give you rest.
    Come, and I will give you rest,
    Come, and I will give you rest,
    Come, and I will give you rest,
    Thou weary wanderer, come.
  2. O come to Me, said Jesus,
    Thy sins like mountains grow;
    But though they be as scarlet,
    They shall be white as snow.
  3. O come to Me, said Jesus,
    And thou shall be forgiv’n,
    And have a crown of glory
    Prepared by Me in heaven.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D
  1. HOW BLESSED is the tie that binds
    Believers’ hearts in one!
    How sweet the hope that tunes our minds
    In harmony divine!
  2. It is the hope, the blissful hope,
    Which Jesus’ grace hath given;
    The hope, when days and years are past,
    That we shall meet in heaven.
  3. What though our lot in trial here
    Or poverty be cast!
    What though around our sorrowing hearts
    May howl the wintry blast!
    Yet still we share the blissful hope.
  4. From Burmah’s shores, from India’s strand,
    From Afric’s burning plain,
    From Europe’s and Columbia’s land,
    We hope to meet again.
  5. No lingering hope, no parting sigh,
    Our future meeting knows;
    There love shall beam from every eye,
    And joy for ever grows.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.D
  1. JESUS! SAVIOUR! Precious Name
    Of the Son of God, Who came
    Ruined sinners to redeem!
    Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
  2. Leaving scenes of purest light,
    Veiling glory fair and bright,
    "Cross of Christ," oh, 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. Bruiséd 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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HOW SWEET is the story of God’s boundless love,
    That brought His blest Son from the glory above,
    Who died in our stead upon Calvary’s tree,
    Obtaining redemption that we might be free.
    Sound His praise! Sound His praise!
    All the work has been done.
    Praise His name! praise His name!
    God’s own blessed Son;
    We give Him the glory, our Saviour and Friend,
    Our song is of Jesus and never will end.
  2. How wondrous the story! the claims of the throne
    Were met by the blood, which for guilt did atone;
    The judgement of sin has been borne by the Son,
    Who glorified God in the work He has done.
  3. How brilliant the glory where Christ is enthroned!
    How rightly His name above others is owned!
    Yes, Jesus, the Saviour, the glory-crowned Lord.
    Is worthy by all to be ever adored.
  4. How blessed the hope of all those who believe.
    That Jesus is coming, "His own" to receive,
    What rapture! what glory! for ever will be,
    When, ’caught up" to meet Him, their Saviour they see.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  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 judgement, when for us He bled;
    God’s wrath He endured on Calvary’s tree,
    By weakness and dying, the victor was He.
  4. Oh! why remain distant, when God calls thee near,
    In love that dismisses all bondage and fear?
    Oh, why remain Christless, when thou may’st be blest?
    Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. CHRIST IS the Saviour of sinners,
    Christ is the Saviour for me;
    Long I was 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,
    This is the Saviour for me.
  2. Now I can say I am pardoned,
    Happy and justified, free,
    Saved by my blessed Redeemer,
    This is the Saviour for me.
  3. Just as I was He received me,
    Seeking from judgement to flee,
    Now there is no condemnation,
    This is the Saviour for me.
  4. Loved with a love that’s unchanging,
    Blessed with all blessings so free,
    How shall I tell out His praises?
    This is the Saviour for me.
  5. Soon shall the glory be dawning,
    Then when His face I shall see,
    Sing, O my soul, in thy gladness,
    This is the Saviour for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  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,
    Honey’d lest thou turn thee hence.
  3. What has stript 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 that 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 fill completely,
    Till the cup o’erflow the brim;
    What have we to do with idols,
    Who have companied with Him?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. I HAVE HEARD Him, and observed Him,
    Seen His beauty rich and rare,
    Seen His majesty and glory,
    And His bliss beyond compare.
  2. I have heard the voice that speaketh
    Sweetest music to mine ear,
    Words of power, and love, and mercy,
    Ah! none other half so dear.
  3. I have known the secret purpose,
    Dwelling in that heart of love,
    To redeem His scattered members,
    Join them to Himself above.
  4. What have I to do with idols,
    When such visions fill mine eye?
    How be occupied with shadows,
    While the substance passes by?
  5. Shine the moon’s fair beams at noontide?
    Can the stars be seen by day?
    Nay, beside excelling glories
    Lesser beauties fade away.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "LAND AHEAD!" its trees are waving
    O’er the hills of fadeless green,
    And the living waters laving
    Shores where white-robed forms are seen.
    Rocks and storms I’ll fear no more,
    When on that eternal shore,
    Drop the anchor, furl the sail,
    Safe at home within the veil.
  2. Now my heart with joy is bounding,
    As I see the heavenly land,
    Hear the olden harps resounding,
    From the glorious blood-washed band.
  3. Farewell earth, thy grief and sadness,
    All thy bitterness and tears
    Are exchanged for joy and gladness,
    Death and darkness disappears.
  4. Now we’re safe from all temptation,
    All the storms of life are past;
    Praise the Rock of our salvation,
    We are safe at home at last.
  5. Hark! the tide of rapture swelling,
    Thee, Lord Jesus, we adore,
    Every lip with wonder telling
    Praise to Thee for evermore.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-8’s
  1. OH, DRAW ME, Saviour, after Thee;
    So shall I run and never tire:
    With gracious words still comfort me,
    Be Thou my hope, my soul desire;
    Free me from every weight,
    nor fear Nor sin can come, if Thou art near.
  2. What in Thy love possess I not?
    My star by night, my sun sun by day,
    My spring of life, when parch’d with drought,
    My wine to cheer, my bread to stay,
    My strength, my shield, my safe abode,
    My robe before the throne of God!
  3. From all eternity, with love
    Unchangeable, Thou hast me view’d;
    Ere knew this beating heart to move,
    Thy tender mercies me pursued;
    Ever with me may they abide,
    And close me in on every side.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THERE’S A WONDERFUL story I’ve heard long ago,
    ’Tis called the sweet story of old,
    I hear it so often wherever I go-
    That same old story is told;
    And I’ve thought it was stange that so often they’d tell
    That story as if it were new,
    But I’ve found out the reason they love it so well:
    That old, old story is true.

    That old, old story is true, that old, old story is true,
    But I’ve found out the reason they love it so well:
    That old, old story is true.
  2. They told of a Being so lovely and pure,
    That came to the earth to dwell;
    To seek for His lost ones and make them secure
    From death and the power of hell.
    That He was despised and with thorns He was crowned,
    On the cross was extended to view;
    And oh, what sweet peace in my heart since I found
    That old, old story is true.
  3. He arose and ascended to heaven we’re told,
    Triumphant o’er death and hell:
    He’s preparing a place in the city of gold,
    Where loved ones forever may dwell;
    Where our kindred we’ll meet and we’ll never more part,
    And oh, as I tell it to you,
    It is peace to my soul, itis joy to my heart,
    That old, old story is true.
  4. Oh, that wonderful story I love to repeat,
    Of peace and goodwill to men;
    There s no story to me that is half so sweet
    As I hear it again and again;
    He invites you to come, he will freely forgive,
    And this message he sendeth to you:
    There’s a mansion in glory for all who believe,
    That old, old story is true.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. "TOGETHER with the Lord;"
    What bursts of light I see!
    Light, life, and joy are in that word;
    "As He is so are we."
  2. Together judged and slain;
    Yea, "dead," as in His grave;
    But freed from sin, we rise again,
    And life eternal have!
  3. "Together with the Lord,"
    Nor curse. nor death to see;
    But "seated" — oh! that glorious word —
    Where "heavenly places" be.
  4. And "heirs" we are with Him
    Of God — oh,wondrous love!
    "Joint heirs with Christ;" in bliss supreme
    To reign with Him above.
  5. And with Him "glorified
    Together" we shall be,
    To dwell for ever at His side
    And all His love to see.
  6. In newness now of life,
    We would our powers employ;
    Save sin, to know no other strife,
    Save Christ, no other joy.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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, even for us:
    Jesus for the sinner bleeds,
    Nothing more the sinner needs.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. "COME UNTO ME, and I will give you rest;"
    What blessed words to weary ones addressed!
    They come from Him who knew the depth of woe,
    And felt for sinners as none here below.
    "Come unto Me! come unto Me!
    Come unto Me! and I will give you rest,
    I will give you rest, I will give you rest."
  2. "Come unto Me!" yes, come in all your sin!
    Through Jesus blood the vile may enter in
    May come to God who knows their guilt and need,
    Assured the blood was shed for them indeed.
  3. "Come unto Me!" the blessed Son of God,
    Thus told on earth in every step He trod
    The heart of Him who is in nature love,
    And is beseeching men that love to prove.
  4. "Come unto Me!" yes, God Himself says, "Come!’
    He sees afar and runs to welcome home
    Unworthy sinners who have nought to plead
    But God’s own love and their exceeding need.
  5. "Come unto Me!" oh, blessed open door
    For those who but for Christ had hoped no more:
    Oh! love of God! told out in full extent,
    When Jesus to those depths of darkness went.
  6. "Come unto Me!" thus Christ the risen Lord
    Now speaks from glory through the written Word;
    As Victor now, He can with triumph shout,
    "Whoever comes to Me I’ll not cast out!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. JESUS LIVED — He lived for sinners,
    Outcast, in the world He made:
    Lived, that in His blessed person,
    God’s full grace might be displayed.
  2. Jesus died — He died for sinners,
    On the cross He cried, "forgive;"
    Died, that lost and ruined rebels,
    Through His precious blood might live.
  3. Jesus rose — He rose for sinners,
    Proving that the work was done;
    Sweet assurance that the Father
    Was well pleased with His Son.
  4. Jesus lives — He lives for sinners,
    High upon the Father’s throne;
    Liveth evermore to succour
    Those who make his love their own.
  5. Jesus loves — He loveth sinners
    Loveth more than tongue can say;
    Prove Him now, accept His mercy,
    Turn not from such love away.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. JESUS, THE SOUL that trusts in Thee,
    From guilt and condemnation free,
    Is saved, and saved eternally,
    In Thee, the risen Lord.
  2. As seated with Thyself on high,
    By precious blood to God brought nigh,
    They find a constant, full supply,
    In Thee, the risen Lord
  3. Their sin and judgment borne away,
    They wait the coming cloudless day,
    When Thou Thy glory display,
    Jesus, the risen ord.
  4. Oh! let the streams of mercy flow;
    Upon the smouldering embers blow,
    And light a flame of love below,
    To Thee, the risen Lord.
  5. Save, Jesus, save! and oh, revive
    The souls which Thou hast made alive,
    That for Thy glory each may strive,
    Jesus, the risen Lord.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. OH! COME to Jesus now—Jesus is here;
    Before Him lowly bow — Jesus is here;
    Too many go away,
    Too many still delay,
    Though Jesus bids them stay—Jesus is here.
  2. Come then to Jesus now—Jesus is here;
    And low before Him bow—Jesus is here;
    Oh! ye that feel your sin,
    And coming long have been,
    Now find your rest in Him — Jesus is here.
  3. Come, come to Jesus now — Jesus is here;
    Old, young, together bow — Jesus is here;
    Oh!what a glorious thing,
    Sin’s weary load to bring,
    And lose it while we sing—Jesus is here.
  4. All then to Jesus now — Jesus is here;
    All round Him joyous bow — Jesus is here;
    Soon we shall reach the shore,
    Where we shall praise Him more,
    And sing for evermore — Jesus is here.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. Are your souls the Saviour seeking?
    Peace, peace — be still;
    ’Tis the Lord Himself is speaking —
    Peace, peace — be still.
    For before the world’s foundation
    God secured a full salvation;
    Happy people — chosen nation! —
    Peace, peace — be still.
  2. ’Tis the blood of Christ hath spoken.
    Peace, peace — be still;
    The destroyer sees the token —
    Peace, peace — be still.
    On God’s Word we boldly venture —
    All our hopes in Jesus centre,
    Into rest our souls can enter,
    Peace, peace — be still.
  3. Great the calm the Saviour spreadeth,
    Peace, peace — be still;
    Whatsoe’er your spirit dreadeth —
    Peace, peace — be still.
    Though with mighty foes engaging,
    War with sin and Satan waging,
    Storms of trial fiercely raging —
    Peace, peace — be still.
  4. Jesus walks upon the ocean,
    Peace, peace — be still;
    He shall hush its loud commotion —
    Peace, peace — be still.
    Soon shall end our days of sighing,
    Pain and sorrow, death and crying;
    Till that hour on God relying —
    Peace, peace — be still.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. GUIDE US, O Thou great Jehovah!
    Pilgrims through this barren land;
    We are weak, but Thou art mighty;
    Hold us by Thy powerful hand:
    Bread of heaven!
    Feed us now and evermore.
  2. Open wide the crystal fountain
    Whence the healing waters flow;
    Be Thyself our cloudy pillar
    All the dreary desert through:
    Strong deliverer,
    Be Thou still our strength and shield.
  3. While we tread this vale of sorrow
    May we in Thy love abide;
    Keep us, O our gracious Saviour!
    Cleaving closely to Thy side;
    Still relying
    On our Father’s changeless love.
  4. Saviour! come,we Iong to see Thee, long
    Long to dwell with Thee above,
    And to know, in full communion,
    All the sweetness of Thy love.
    Come, Lord Jesus!
    Take Thy waiting people home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HE DIES! He dies, the lowly man of sorrows,
    On whom were laid our many griefs and woes;
    Our sins He bore, beneath God’s awful billows,
    And He hath triumphed over all our foes.

    "I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
    I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
    And behold, . . I am alive . .for evermore ..
    Behold, I am alive. . for evermore,
    I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
    And behold,... I am alive. . forevermore.
  2. He lives! He lives! what glorious consolation!
    Exalted at His Father’s own right hand;
    He pleads for us,and by his intercession
    Enables all His saints by grace to stand.
  3. He comes! He comes! oh blest anticipation!
    In keeping with His true and faithful word;
    To call us to our heavenly consummation -
    Caught up to be "for ever with the Lord."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. HAIL! THOU ONCE despised Jesus!
    Earth’s rejected Heir and King!
    Thou didst suffer to release us,
    Thou didst free salvation bring:
    Hail! Thou agonising Saviour,
    Bearer of our sin and shame!
    By Thy merits we find favour,
    Life is given through Thy name.
  2. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
    All our sins on Thee were laid;
    By Almighty love anointed,
    Thou hast full atonement made.
    All Thy people are forgiven,
    Through the virtue of Thy blood;
    Opened is the gate of heaven:
    Peace is made twixt man and God.
  3. Jesus hail! enthronedin glory,
    Where for us Thou dost abide!
    All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
    Seated at the Father’s side
    There, for sinners, Thou art pleading,
    There Thou dost our place prepare,
    Ever for us interceeding,
    ’Till in glory we appear.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-8’s
  1. WHAT WILL YOU DO in that great day
    When heaven and earth shall pass away,
    When all the pomp and glory here,
    Like morning dew shall disapear -
    And you, from out your lonely tomb,
    Shall stand in judgement’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 — oh where can you retreat?
    Not e’en the grave can hide you more,
    For death and hell their dead restore.
  4. Oh, 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 the people bless
    For His words of gentleness?
  4. Who is He to whom they bring
    All the sick and sorrowing?
  5. Who is He who stands and weeps
    At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?
  6. Who is He the gathering throng
    Greet with loud triumphant song?
  7. Lo! at midnight, Who is He
    Prays in dark Gethsemane?
  8. Who is He on yonder tree
    Dies in grief and agony?
  9. Who is He who from the grave
    Comes to succour, help, and save?
  10. Who is He who from His throne
    Rules through all the worlds alone?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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;
    If you own with repentance, you’ve "nothing to pay,"
    He will freely and "frankly forgive."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. COME AWAY, O ye thirsty to the waters,
    Hear the voice of the Spirit and the Bride;
    They are calling, Let everyone that heareth
    Gladly drink the gentle-flowing tide.

    Whosoever, whosoever,
    "Whosoever will" may drink the living water,
    Freely owing, there for all; "
    "Whosoever will" may drink for evermore.
  2. Come away, O ye dying ones that languish
    For a draught that your vigour will renew,
    Will you linger and perish by the wayside,
    With the cool bright water just in view?
  3. Come away, and be reconciled by Jesus,
    He has died that in glory you might live;
    He will greet you with welcome at the fountain,
    And His blessing freely, freely give.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-8-6
  1. BY FAITH I look where Christ has gone,
    And see upon his Father’s throne,
    A man with glory crowned;
    His brow is marred, and on His side -
    Whence flowed the cleansing purple tide -
    And hands, and feet, a wound.
  2. Here is the record of the past -
    Fruit of my sins that bound Him fast
    To the accursed tree;
    In every wound I read my guilt,
    And thank Him that his blood was spilt
    To set my conscience free.
  3. I look again , and now I see
    That blessed man engaged for me,
    His hands uplifted high;
    Before the throne of God He pleads,
    God’s great High Priest, He intercedes,
    And so preserves me nigh.
  4. Once more I gaze upon that face,
    And lo! as if to leave His place
    He seems about to rise;
    Recalling His "I quickly come,"
    I learn His thought-to fetch me home,
    To praise Him in the skies.
  5. What love! He washed my sins away,
    Thus boldness in the Judgement Day
    For me there doth remain.
    What grace! now occupied with me,
    He wills I should His glory see,
    When He returns again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. DECIDE for Christ today,
    And God’s salvation see;
    Yield soul and body, heart and will
    To Him who died for thee!
    Christ alone can save -
    Break the power of sin;
    Christ doth fully satisfy
    The heart that cleaves to Him.
  2. Decide for Christ today,
    Thyself thou canst not save;
    Helpless and guilty, dead and blind,
    No longer judgement brave.
  3. Decide for Christ today.
    His blood speaks on the Throne
    To sanctify and make thee nigh
    Where God Himself is known.
  4. Decide for Christ today,
    Confess him as thy red,
    Proclaim to all the Saviour’s worth,
    How faithful is His word
  5. Decide for Christ today,
    Procrastinate no more;
    Now mercy pleads, soon wrath will burn -
    The Judge is at the door.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-7’s
  1. FROM THE CROSS up-lifted high,
    Where the Saviour deigned to die,
    What melodious sounds I hear,
    Bursting on my ravished ear! -
    "Love’s redeeming work is done,
    Come and welcome. sinner, come."
  2. "Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
    Why beneath thy burden groan?
    On my pierced body laid,
    Justice owns the ransom paid;
    Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,
    Come and welcome, sinner, come.
  3. "Spread for thee the festal board,
    See with richest dainties stored;
    To the Father’s bosomd,
    All thy sins to Him confessed
    Never from His house to roam,
    Come and welcome, sinner, come."
  4. Oh! The Father’s boundless love,
    Higher than the heavens above,
    Deeper than the depths of sea,
    Lasting as eternity
    Love that found me, wondrous thought,
    Found me when I sought Him not.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 6-7’s
  1. I KNOW NOT the hour when my Saviour will come
    To take me away to His own blest home,
    But I know that He’s coming, and He has said "soon;"
    Then that will be glory for me.

    Then that will be glory for me: yes, that will be glory for me:
    But I know that He’s coming, and He has said "SOON;"
    Then that will be glory for me
  2. In love He has told me there are mansions up there
    But now He has gone a place to prepare,
    And then He’ll come back, and His home I shall share,
    And that will be glory for me.
  3. So with loins tightly girded, and lamp burning bright,
    I’ll work, wait and watch through the long dark night,
    For Him who is coming, then oh, what delight!
    His presence is glory for me.
  4. O sinner, come with me. the door’s open wide,
    The blood is still cleansing that flowed from His side;
    On Calvary’s cross, "it is finished," He cried,
    He offers the glory to thee.
  5. The Lord’s on the throne, God has raised up his Son -
    He could not be there if the work were not done;
    But now that it is, just "Believe on the Son,"
    And the glory is certain for thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. REST of the saints above,
    Jerusalem of God,
    Who in Thy palaces of love -
    Thy golden streets hath trod.
  2. To me Thy joy to tell,
    Those courts secure from ill,
    Where God Himself vouchsafed to dwell.
    And every bosom fill?
  3. Who shall to me that joy
    Of saint-thronged courts declare,
    Tell of that constant sweet employ
    My spirit longs to share?
  4. That rest secure from ill,
    No cloud of grief e’er stains,
    Unfailing praise each heart doth fill,
    And love eternal reigns.
  5. The Lamb is there, my soul -
    There God Himself doth rest,
    In love divine diffused through all,
    With Him supremely blest.
  6. God and the Lamb! -’tis well,
    I know that source divine
    Of joy and love no tongue can tell,
    Yet know that all is mine.
  7. There on the hidden bread
    Of Christ - once humbled here -
    God’s treasured store - for ever fed
    His love my soul shall cheer
  8. There in effulgence bright,
    Saviour and Guide. with Thee
    I’ll walk, and in Thy heavenly light
    Whiter my robe shall be.
  9. God and the Lamb shall there
    The light and temple be,
    And radiant hosts for ever share
    The unveiled mystery.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. THE LORD shall come, the earth shall quake,
    The mountains to their centre shake:
    And, with’ring from the vault of night
    The stars withdraw their feeble light.
  2. The Lord shall come but not the same
    As once in lowly form He came,
    A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
    The bruised, the suffering, and the dead
  3. The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
    With wreath of flame and robe of storm,
    On cherub wings, in flaming fire,
    To execute God’s righteous ire.
  4. While sinners in despair shall call,
    "Rocks hide us! mountains on us fall!"
    The saints already with the Lord,
    Are safe according to His Word!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. REJOICE! Rejoice! ye saints rejoice!
    Rejoice with one accord;
    Rejoice with all your heart and voice,
    In Christ the exalted Lord.
  2. Rejoice! Rejoice! lift up your head,
    And praise the living God;
    That for your souls the Saviour shed
    His own most precious blood.
  3. Rejoice! Rejoice! in His sweet Name,
    With all His saints above:
    Our Jesus still abides the same.
    And changeless in His love.
  4. Rejoice! Rejoice! let praise abound
    Before Jehovah’s throne,
    For dead ones raised and lost ones found.
    And prodigals brought home.
  5. Rejoice! Rejoice! ye happy band
    Of pilgrims bound for heaven;
    For mercies countless as the sand
    Have to your souls been given.
  6. Rejoice! Rejoice the Lord shall come,
    According to His word;
    And gather all his ransomed home,
    "For ever with the Lord."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ARISE, ye saints, arise and sing,
    God is light.
    Your holiest praises to Him bring;
    God is light.
    ’Twas this in which He ever dwelt;
    ’Twas this in which His throne is built;
    ’Twas seen where Jesus’ blood was spilt;
    God is light.
  2. Above, around, beneath we see,
    God is light.
    In ages past, or yet to be,
    God is light.
    This truth is writ before our eyes,
    On earth, in hell, above the skies,
    Or on the cross where Jesus dies,
    God is light.
  3. ’Tis seen in all His ways with men,
    God is light.
    ’Tis seen in each that’s born again,
    God is light.
    And when yon clouds again are riven,
    And Christ the Lord descends from heaven
    This witness true shall still be given,
    God is light.
  4. And in the last great wrathful day,
    God is light.
    The judgement will this truth display,
    God is light.
    And ransomed myriads shall proclaim,
    Jehovah’s great and glorious Name;
    Through all eternity the same.
    God is light.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. FROM SALEM’S gates advancing slow
    What object meets mine eyes?
    What means yon majesty of woe;
    What mean yon mingled cries?
    Oh, the blood of Jesus,
    The precious blood of Jesus,
    Oh, the blood of Jesus,
    It cleanses from all sin.
  2. Who can it be who groans beneath
    Yon ponderous cross of wood?
    Whose soul’s o’erwhelmed in fears 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. Oh lovely sight, Oh heavenly form,
    For sinful souls to see
    I’ll creep beside Him as a worm,
    And see Him die for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. THE CROSS! the Cross! oh, that’s our gain!
    Because on that the Lamb was slain;
    ’Twas there the Lord was crucified —
    ’Twas there for us the Saviour died.
  2. What wondrous cause could move Thy heart
    To take on Thee our curse and smart,
    Well knowing we should often be
    So cold, so negligent of Thee?
  3. The cause was love we sink with shame
    Before our blessed Jesus’ name;
    That He should bleed and suffer thus,
    Because He loved and pitied us!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. COME, SINNER, to the gospel feast;
    Oh, come without delay
    For there is room on Jesus’ breast
    For all who will obey.
  2. There’s room in God’s eternal love
    To save thy precious soul:
    Room in the grace of God above,
    To heal and make thee whole.
  3. There’s room in heaven among the choir,
    And harps and crowns of gold,
    And glorious palms of victory there,
    And joys that ne’er were told.
  4. There’s room around the Father’s board
    For thee and thousands more;
    Oh, come and welcome to the Lord!
    Yes, come this very hour.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
    And put your armour on
    Strong in the strength which God supplies
    Through His eternal Son.
  2. Strong in the Lord of hosts,
    And in His mighty power:
    Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
    Is more than conqueror.
  3. Stand, then, in His great might,
    With all His strength endued;
    And take to arm you for the fight
    The armour of your God.
  4. That having all things done,
    And all your conflicts past,
    Ye may behold your vict’ry won,
    And stand complete at last.
  5. To keep your armour bright,
    Attend with constant care;
    Still walking in your Captain’s sight,
    And watching unto prayer.
  6. Still let the Spirit cry,
    In all His soldiers "Come;"
    Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,
    And takes the conquerors home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  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 quell’d my fears;
    He said, "For thee I died."
  4. I know that God, for Jesus’ sake,
    My sins has washed away;
    Now should I die, in heav’n I’ll wake,
    And sing through endless day!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - S.M.
  1. DOWN to the depths of woe
    Christ came to set me free;
    He bared His breast, received the blow
    Which justice aimed at me.
  2. There justice met my sin
    On the accurséd tree;
    To prove His love, my heart to win,
    He "gave Himself for me."
  3. My sin was all condemned
    In Him upon that tree;
    I trust Him now, the sinner’s Friend,
    Who gave Himself for me.
  4. Before the throne complete
    I know myself to be;
    His work well done, He took His seat
    Accepted there for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. JESUS the very thought of Thee,
    With sweetness fills my breast;
    But sweeter far Thy face to see,
    And in Thy presence rest.
  2. No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
    Nor can the memory find
    A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
    O Saviour of mankind!
  3. O hope of every contrite heart,
    O joy of all the meek,
    To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
    How good to those who seek!
  4. But what to those who find?
    Ah, this No tongue nor pen can show;
    The love of Jesus - what it is
    None but His loved ones know.
  5. Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
    As Thou our crown wilt be;
    Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
    And through eternity.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. I’M BUT a stranger here;
    Heaven is my home.
    Earth is a desert drear;
    Heaven is my home.
    Danger and sorrow stand
    Round me on every hand,
    Heaven is my fatherland —
    Heaven is my home.
  2. What though the tempest rage?
    Heaven is my home.
    Short is my pilgrimage;
    Heaven is my home.
    And time’s wild wintry blast
    Soon will be over past;
    I shall reach home at last;
    Heaven is my home.
  3. There at my Saviour’s side,
    Heaven is my home.
    I shall be glorified;
    Heaven is my home.
    There, with the good and blest,
    Those I’ve loved most and best,
    I shall for ever rest;
    Heaven is my home.
  4. Therefore I’ll murmur not;
    Heaven is my home.
    Whate’er my earthly lot,
    Heaven is my home.
    For I shall surely stand
    There at my Lord’s right hand;
    Heaven is my fatherland,
    Heaven is my home.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. DEAR SHEPHERD of thy chosen flock,
    Thy people’s shield, their shadowing rock,
    Once more we meet to hear Thy voice,
    Once more before Thee to rejoice.
  2. Oh! may Thy Spirit by Thy word,
    Refresh each wearied eart, dear Lord:
    Wearied of earth’s vain strife and woe,
    And loving more Thyself to know.
  3. Thine is the heart our griefs to feel,
    And Thine the love each wound to heal;
    Home Thou art gone for us to care,
    Returning soon to take us there.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. COME YE that love the Lord,
    And let your joys be known;
    Join in a song wit sweet accord,
    And thus surround the throne.
  2. C
    We’re marching to Zion,
    Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
    We’re marching upward to Zion,
    The beautiful city of God.
  3. Let those refuse to sing
    Who never knew our God,
    But children of the heavenly King
    Should spread His praise abroad.
  4. The men of grace have found
    Glory begun below;
    Celestial fruits on earthly ground
    From faith and hope may grow.
  5. The hill of Zion yields
    A thousand sacred sweets,
    Before we reach the heavenly fields,
    Or walk the golden streets.
  6. There shall we see His face,
    And never, never sin;
    There, from the rivers of His grace,
    Drink endless pleasures in.
  7. Then let our songs abound,
    And every tear be dry,
    We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
    To fairer worlds on high.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
    The blessed Saviour pass’d;
    A mourner all His life was He -
    A dying Lamb at last.
  2. That tender heart that felt for all,
    For all its life-blood gave;
    It found on earth no resting place,
    Save only in the grave.
  3. Dead to the world, with Him who died
    To win our hearts, our love,
    We, risen with our risen Head,
    In spirit dwell above.
  4. By faith, His boundless glories there
    Our wond’ring eyes behold -
    Those glories which eternal years
    Can never all unfold.
  5. This fills our hearts with deep desire
    To lose ourselves in love;
    Bears all our hopes from earth away,
    And fixes them above.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. JESUS ONCE was dead, now liveth,
    Lo! He lives for evermore
    He who all our sins forgiveth,
    He who all our sorrows bore:
    We our risen Lord adore.
  2. High the Conqueror’s state and glorious,
    Son of God, and Son of Man;
    He returns to heaven victorious,
    Finished all that He began:
    Thus to save us,
    Sovereign love’s mysterious plan.
  3. Sing, ’tis done. from heaven’s own treasure
    All the fearful debt is paid;
    All transgression’s perfect measure
    God has on our Surety laid:
    And for ever
    Is the sacrifice He made.
  4. Tell around the wide creation
    What redeeming love hath done;
    Publish full and free salvation
    Thro’ the blood of God’s dear Son:
    His the glory - His alone.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. O BLESSED Saviour! is Thy love
    So great, so full, so free?
    Fain would we give our hearts, our minds,
    Our lives, our all, to Thee.
  2. We love Thee for the glorious worth
    Which in Thyself we see:
    We love Thee for the shameful cross
    Endured so patiently.
  3. No man of greater love can boast
    Than for his friend to die
    Thou for Thine enemies was slain:
    What love with Thine can vie?
  4. Though in the very form of God,
    With heavenly glory crowned:
    Thou didst partake of human flesh,
    Beset with sorrows round.
  5. Thou wouldst like sinful man be made
    In everything but sin,
    That we as like Thee might become,
    As we unlike have been.
  6. Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
    In every heavenly grace,
    From glory into glory changed,
    Till we behold Thy face.
  7. O Lord! we treasure in our souls
    The memory of Thy love;
    And ever shall Thy name to us
    A grateful odour prove.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. HOLY SAVIOUR! we adore Thee,
    Seated on the throne of God;
    While the heavenly hosts before Thee,
    Gladly sing Thy praise aloud,
    "Thou art worthy!
    We are ransomed by Thy blood."
  2. Saviour, though the world despised Thee,
    Though Thou here wast crucified,
    Yet the Father’s glory raised Thee,
    Lord of all creation wide;
    "Thou art worthy!
    We shall live for Thou hast died."
  3. And though here on earth rejected,
    ’Tis but fellowship with Thee,
    What besides could be expected
    Than like Thee our Lord to be?
    Thou art worthy!
    Thou from earth hast set us free."
  4. Haste the day of Thy returning
    With Thy ransomed Church to reign,
    Then shall end our days of mourning,
    We shall sing with rapture then,
    "Thou art worthy!
    Come, Lord Jesus, come, Amen."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. LORD Jesus, are we one with Thee?
    O height, O depth of love!
    Once slain for us upon the tree,
    We’re one with Thee above.
  2. Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
    Confessed and borne by Thee:
    The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
    To set Thy members free.
  3. Ascended now in glory bright,
    Still one with us Thou art;
    Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
    Thy saints and Thee can part.
  4. O teach us, Lord, to know and own
    This wondrous mystery —
    That Thou with us art truly one,
    And we are one with Thee.
  5. Soon, soon, shall come that glorious day,
    When seated on Thy throne,
    Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
    That Thou with us art one!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. HE BORE the sin!
    Alone He bore the load!;
    For us He drank the cup —
    Jesus, the Son of God,
    He bore the sin.
  2. He paid the debt!
    He paid it with His blood;
    Each claim He satisfied —
    All that we owe to God.
    He paid the debt!
  3. He made the peace!
    He silences each fear:
    He is Himself the peace,
    By blood He brings us near.
    He made the peace!
  4. The foe He fought!
    Our foe and His He slew
    He leads us in the war,
    Almighty to subdue.
    The foe He fought!
  5. He won the life!
    Life by His death He won
    That life He giveth us,
    The glory and the crown.
    He won the life!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M.
  1. OH! blessed Saviour, Lamb of God,
    Before Thy face I fall;
    Thou art my life, my strength, my peace,
    My righteousness — my all.
  2. The burden of my many sins
    Thou barest on the tree;
    But they are all for ever gone,
    And I’m for ever free.
  3. Sweet was the love that caused thee, Lord,
    To pass the angels by,
    To bear Jehovah’s wrath for me,
    And on that cross to die.
  4. But Thou hast conquered death and hell,
    The victory is won;
    And Thou art seated, glorified,
    Upon the Father’s throne.
  5. Thou royal Prince of Life and Peace,
    Son of the Father, hail!
    I love to sing Thy matchless worth,
    And how Thou didst prevail.
  6. The sunshine of Thy Father’s face,
    Lights all my path below,
    Communion with Thyself, as well,
    ’Tis heaven on earth to know.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. SAFE IN CHRIST the weakest child
    Stands in all God’s favour;
    All in Christ are reconciled
    Through that only Saviour.
    Safe in Christ! safe in Christ!
    He’s their glory ever;
    None can pluck them from His hand,
    They shall perish never.
  2. Once their sins on every side
    Seemed to tower o’er them;
    Christ has stemmed the angry tide,
    Been through death before them.
  3. In His death they’ve crossed the sea,
    Passed through condemnation;
    Well they may triumphant be,
    Saved through God’s salvation.
  4. On the resurrection side,
    Death’s dark sea behind them;
    All their sins beneath the tide,
    None can ever find them.
  5. Now by faith the justified
    Know that God is for them;
    To the world they’re crucified,
    Glory is before them.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. LET US SING of His love once again,
    Of the love that can never decay,
    Of the blood of the Lamb who was slain,
    Till we praise Him again in that day.

    In the sweet by-and-by
    We shall meet in the home of our Lord.
  2. There are cleansing and healing for all
    Who will wash in the life-giving flood:
    There is life everlasting and joy
    At the right hand of through the blood.
  3. Even now while we taste of His love,
    We are filled with delight atHis name.
    But what will it be when above
    We shall join in the song of the Lamb?
  4. Then we’ll march in His name till we come
    At His bidding to enter our rest;
    And the Father shall welcome us home
    To our place in the realms of the blest.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. "COME, let us reason,’saith the Lord,
    Your sins of crimson dye
    Shall be like snow, or white as wool,
    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 -
    Oh, 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
    To-morrow’s sun thy soul to-night
    May be required of thee!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. OH, WHAT a Saviour, Jesus the Lord!
    Worthy to be for ever adored;
    Now in His grace He speaks through His word,
    Bidding the weary "Come."
  2. Oh, how sweet to hear His blessed voice,
    Whoso hears may well in Him rejoice:
    No one could merit His gracious choice
    But all who will may come.
  3. Oh, what a Saviour, Jesus on high!
    Rich is the grace which He doth supply;
    Wondrous the love which brought Him to die,
    Perishing souls to save.
  4. Oh, what a Saviour! Jesus who came
    Down to the cross, despising the shame;
    Now in the glory, still He’s the same;
    Oh, Mw He loves to save!
  5. Oh, what a Saviour! great was the load
    Laid upon Jesus, blest Son of God;
    No other plea but Christ’s precious blood
    E’er could avail for me.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. BEHOLD, the Saviour at the door!
    He gently knocks — has knocked before;
    He waited long — is waiting still;
    You use no other friend so ill.
    Open the door, He’ll enter in,
    And sup with you, and you with Him.
  2. Oh. lovely attitude, He stands,
    With open heart and outstretched hands;
    Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows
    His matchless kindness to His foes.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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;
    Oh, 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!
    To-morrow may not be;
    Oh, sinner, come, the Saviour waits
    This hour to welcome thee.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HARK, the glorious gospel, sounding far and wide,
    Sinner, do not perish, Christ was crucified
    Come and take salvation’, life for evermore
    Come and rest in Jesus’ love.
  2. Resting in His love, resting in His love,
    We are safe from judgement, through His i precious blood;
    Happy blessed people, joyfully secure
    Singing of our Saviour’s love.
  3. Simply trusting Jesus, none can trust in vain,
    Trembling, doubting sinner, you may rest obtain,
    Love delights in giving, can you still refrain?
    Come and trust in Jesus’ love.
  4. Those who trust in Jesus taste of heavenly joy,
    Peace that comes from Jesus nothing can destroy
    Living here for Jesus, what a sweet employ
    Telling of a Saviour’s love.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7
  1. SINNER, HARK! ’tis God proclaiming
    Full salvation now to thee;
    If thou wilt believe on Jesus,
    He who died on Calvary.
    Trusting Jesus, Jesus only,
    He can wash thy sin away
    Nought 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 longer
    Trifle with His loving heart?
    Soon will grace give way to judgement,
    Now ’tis "come," but then "depart "
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. HO! YE that thirst, approach the spring
    Where living waters flow;
    Free to that open fountain all
    Without a price may go.
  2. Without a price may go,
    Without a price may go
    Free to that open fountain all,
    Without a price may go.
  3. How long to streams of false delight
    Will ye in crowds repair?
    How long your strength and substance waste
    On trifles light as air?
  4. My stores afford those rich supplies
    That health and pleasure give:
    Incline your ear and come to Me,
    The soul that hears shall live.
  5. Seek ye the Lord while yet his ear
    Is open to your call
    While offered mercy still is near,
    Before His footstool fall.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. BLESSED Saviour! Son of God,
    Thou bast borne sin’s heavy load,
    That my ruined soul might be
    Cleansed, redeemed, and won for Thee.
    Blessed Lord, O precious Lord!
    Worthy One, by saints adored!
    Object of the Father’s heart,
    In Thy glory I’ll have part.
  2. Thou in deepest, truest love,
    Cam’st from glory’s heights above,
    That a wretched one like me
    Might for ever dwell with Thee.
  3. Love with Thine none can compare,
    Sinners saved Thy throne to share,
    Is a mystery divine;
    Yet this prospect, Lord, is mine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7’s
  1. AND DID the Holy and the Just,
    The Sovereign of the skies,
    Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
    That guilty worms might rise?
  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 (oh, 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?
    Oh, take my all, my weary heart,
    And make it only Thine.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE GOSPEL trumpet now doth sound!
    Glory to the Lamb once slain!
    Come and spread God’s news around!
    Glory to the Lamb once slain!
  2. C
    The Lamb, the Lamb, the risen Lamb.
    I love the sound of Jesus’ Name,
    It sets my spirit in a flame,
    Hallelujah to the Lamb!
  3. Christ has died upon the tree;
    He tasted death or you and me.
  4. The Lord is risen from the dead;
    Captivity is captive led.
  5. His blood has washed my sins away,
    God’s justice now’s my rest and stay.
  6. My life is now in Jesus risen,
    And I am on my way to heaven.
  7. The Lord Himself will come again;
    Come, sinners, all be ready then.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. THE NIGHT is wearing fast away,
    The glorious day is dawning,
    When Christ shall all His grace display
    The fair millennial morning,
  2. Gloomy and dark the night hath been,
    And long the way, and dreary,
    And sad the weeping saints are seen
    And faint, and worn, and weary.
  3. Ye mourning pilgrims d your tears,
    And hush each sigh of sorrow;
    The light of that brig morn appears,
    The long sabbatic morrow.
  4. Lift up your heads - behold from far
    A flood of splendour streaming;
    It is the bright and morning Star
    In living lustre beaming.
  5. And see that star-like host around
    Of angel bands attending;
    Hark! hark! the trumpet’s gladd’ning sound,
    ’Mid shouts triumphant blending.
  6. He comes the Bridegroom promised long:
    Go forth with joy to meet Him,
    And raise the new and nuptial song,
    In cheerful strains to greet Him.

    Adorn thyself, the feast prepare;
    With hallelujahs swelling,
    He comes, with thee all joys to share,
    And make this earth His dwelling.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 or all.
    "Whosoever cometh," Jesus will receive,
    "Whosoever thirsteth," Jesus will relieve;
    See the living fountain, flowing full and free;
    Oh, that blessed "Whosoever" - that means me!
  2. Tidings, happy tidings! Hark, hark, they say:-
    Do not slight the warning; come, oh 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 all!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.
  1. COME, LET US sing the song of songs,
    The saints in heaven began the strain,
    The homage which to Christ belongs:
    "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
  2. Slain to redeem us by His blood,
    To cleanse from every sinful stain,
    And make us kings and priests to God:
    "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
  3. To Him who suffered on the tree,
    Our souls, at His soul’s price, to gain,
    Blessing, and praise, and glory be:
    "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
  4. To Him enthroned by filial right,
    All power in heaven and earth proclaim,
    Honour, and majesty, esty, and might:
    "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
  5. Long as we live, and should we die,
    And while in heaven with Him we reign,
    This song our song of songs shall be:
    "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 7-6
  1. THE NIGHT shall soon be over,
    The morning soon shall dawn:
    The twilight and the darkness
    Alike shall soon be gone.
    Soon, soon shall come the dayspring,
    When we from earth shall rise,
    To bright celestial glories,
    Far, far beyond the skies.
  2. There joy in all its fullness,
    And pleasures evermore,
    Shall fill the heart with raptures
    That ne’er were known before;
    For we shall see our Jesus,
    The dearest object there,
    The Chief among ten thousand,
    The altogether fair.
  3. We’ll turn from all the glory
    Of that thrice-blessed place,
    And drawing near to Jesus,
    Shall gaze upon His face
    Yes, yes, ’tis Jesus only
    Can satisfy the heart,
    Not e’en the brightest glory
    Can lasting joy impart.
  4. We ne’er shall tire in gazing
    Upon our Jesus’ face;
    We ne’er shall cease in praising
    The wonders of His grace;
    Throughout eternal ages
    We’ll worship and adore
    The glorious, loving Jesus,
    Who all our sorrows bore.
  5. Oh, may the love of Jesus
    Constrain us here below
    To cast aside earth’s pleasures,
    Its vain pursuits forego!
    May none but Jesus only
    Our praises here employ,
    To serve Him, and Him only,
    Our chiefest aim and joy.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  1. WAS IT FOR ME, for me alone,
    The Saviour left His glorious throne -
    The dazzling splendour of the sky -
    Was it for me He came to die?
    It was for me, yes, all for me;
    Oh, love of God, so great, so free;
    Oh, 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 the Saviour said,
    "Pillow thy weary, aching head,
    Trustingly on Thy Saviour’s breast?"
    Was it for me? Can I thus rest?
  4. Was it for me He wept and prayed,
    When prostrate in the garden laid,
    That night within Gethsemane?
    Was it for me, that agony?
  5. 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?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - L.M.D.
  1. AS I BID ADIEU to the world’s fancied pleasures
    You pity my weakness, alas! did you know,
    The joys of salvation, that best hidden treasure,
    Would you have me forsake them? Ah, never, ah no.
  2. In the gay scenes of life I was happiness wooing,
    But ah, in its stead, I encountered but woe;
    And found I was only a phantom pursuing,
    I never once found it, ah never, ah no.
  3. How bright now the sunbeams of glory are shining
    Around my sweet path as to heaven I go
    With Christ in my heart, on His promise reclining,
    Shall I yield up my treasure? Ah never,ah no.
  4. But now in the path which you call melancholy,
    I drink of the joys that the world does not know;
    Come taste them and try them, you’ll own your past folly,
    Nor again bid me flee them, ah never, ah no.
  5. By the counsels of Jesus my feet are directed,
    My faithful Companion, we intimate grow;
    With His love I am blest, by His arm I’m protected;
    Would you have me forsake them? Ah never, ah no.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHEN WE ENTER the portals of Glory,
    And the great host of ransomed we see,
    As the numberless sands of the seashore,
    What a wonderful sight that will be.
    Numberless as the sand on the seashore,
    Numberless as the sand on the shore, Oh,
    what a sight ’twill be,
    When the ransomed host we see,
    As numberless as the sand on the seashore.
  2. When we see all the saved of the ages,
    Who from cruel death partings are free,
    Meeting there with a heavenly greeting,
    What a wonderful sight that will be.
  3. When we stand by the beautiful river,
    ’Neath the shade of the life-giving tree,
    Gazing out o’er the fair land of promise,
    What a wonderful sight that will be.
  4. When at last we behold our Redeemer,
    And His glory and majesty see,
    While as King of all kingdoms He reigneth,
    What a wonderful sight that will be.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. O TURN YE, O 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 happy to be,
    While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
  3. 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.
  4. 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?
  5. Why will you be starving and feeding on air?
    There’s mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;
    If still you are doubting, make trial and see,
    And prove that His mercy is boundless and free.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. WHY wilt thou linger. why wilt thou die?
    God’s wrath upon thee, judgment so nigh;
    Now is salvation’s day,
    Tread the blood-sprinkled way;
    Sinner, no more delay,
    Jesus will come!
  2. Soon will the Saviour close fast the door,
    Tidings of mercy sound nevermore!
    Time’s course will soon be run,
    Stay then, thou Christless one,
    Think of the great white throne,
    Judgment will fall!
  3. Then the dread sentence, "Depart from Me!"
    Room for repentance gone, gone for aye:
    Endless the sinner’s doom,
    Darkness and dismal gloom;
    Now in God’s house there’s room,
    Jesus will save!
  4. Glory before thee, pilgrim press on;
    Share now the sorrow, share soon the crown.
    Tell forth the Saviour’s fame,
    Honour His holy name,
    Bear now His cross and shame,
    Pilgrim, press on!

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M
  1. VAIN are the hopes the sons of men
    Upon their works have built;
    Their hearts by nature are unclean,
    Their actions full of guilt.
  2. Silent let Jew and Gentile stand,
    Without one vaunting word;
    And. humbled low, confess their guilt
    Before heaven’s righteous Lo
  3. No hope can on the law be built
    Of justifying grace;
    The law that shows the sinner’s guilt,
    Condemns him to his face.
  4. Jesus! how glorious is Thy grace!
    When in Thy name we trust,
    Our faith receives a righteousness
    That makes the sinner just.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - C.M
  1. OH, WHY NOT, say why not, God’s message receive,
    Why not at this moment believe it and live?
    It tells of the Saviour. atoning for sin,
    And all who believe have salvation in Him.
  2. Why sorrow, or grieve, or in misery stay,
    Or wait for more feeling on some future day;
    What feeling of thine, or what grief can compare
    With all He once suffered, thy burden to bear?
  3. ’Tis not thy remorse, nor thy sorrow and fear,
    Not e’en thy repentance, thy conscience can clear?
    These could not atone for, or put away sin,
    Or give thee the peace which thou needest within.
  4. The anguish for sin that once fell on the Lord,
    The wrath He endured, as told out in His Word
    The death which He suffered, the life He now lives,
    Their infinite worth to the sinner He gives.
  5. No longer delaying, the message receive -
    ’Tis God who now bids thee believe it and live;
    He sends the good tidings to gladden thy soul,
    And bids thee receive it-that measureless whole!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  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. Oh! 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.

Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 
  1. On the strong eternal hills,
    And our praise to Him is swelling,
    Who the vast creation fills,
    When the paths of prayer and duty
    And affliction, all are trod,
    And we wake and see the beauty
    Of our Saviour and our God.
  2. With the light of resurrection,
    When our changed bodies glow,
    And we gain the full perfection
    Of the bliss begun below —
    Oh! twill be a glorious morrow,
    To a dark and stormy day,
    When we smile upon our sorrow,
    When the storms have passed away.
  3. When we wave the palms of glory,
    Through the long eternal years,
    Shall we e’er forget the story
    Of our mortal griefs and fears;
    Shall we e’er forget the sadness
    And the clouds that hung so dim,
    When our hearts are filled with gladness,
    And our tears are dried by Him?
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 
  1. OH, I have been at the brink of the grave,
    And stood on the edge of its deep, dark wave,
    And I’ve thought in the still, calm hours of the night,
    Of those regions where all is forever bright:
    And I feared not the wave
    Of the gloomy grave,
    For I knew that Jehovah was "mighty to save."
  2. I have watched the solemn ebb and flow
    Of life’s tide, which was fleeting sure tho’ slow
    I’ve stood on the shore of eternity,
    And heard the deep roar of its rushing sea;
    Yet I feared not the wave
    Of the gloomy grave,
    For I knew that Jehovah was "mighty to save."
  3. And I found that my only rest could be
    In the death of the One who had died for me;
    For my rest has been bought with the price of the blood
    Which flowed from the the veins of the Son of God;
    So I fear not the wave
    Of the gloomy grave,
    For I know that Jehovah is "mighty to save."
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  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 iniquity’s taken away,
    And not a spot 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.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. ALL YE that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh,
    To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
    Your ransom and peace, your surety He is,
    Come see if there ever was sorrow like His.
  2. For what you have done His blood must atone,
    In grace God hath punished for you His dear Son;
    The Lord in the day of His anger did lay
    Our sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away.
  3. He answered for all; oh, come at His call,
    And low at His cross with astonishment fall;
    But lift up your eyes at Jesus’ cries.
    Impassive He suffers, immortal He dies.
  4. My pardon I claim, for a sinner I am,
    A sinner believing in Jesus’ blest name,
    He purchased the grace which now I embrace;
    O Father, Thou knowest He died in my place.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M
  1. ABOVE the waves of earthly strife.
    Above the ills and cares of life,
    Where all is peaceful. bright and fair,
    My home is there! my home is there!
    My beautiful home, my beautiful home
    In the land where the glorified ever shall roam,
    Where angels bright wear robes of light,
    My home is there! my home is there!
  2. Where living fountains sweetly flow,
    Where buds and flowers immortal grow,
    Where trees their fruit celestial bear,
    My home is there! my home is there!
  3. Away from sorrow, doubt, and pain,
    Away from worldly loss and gain,
    From all temptation, tears, and care,
    My home is there! my home is there!
  4. Beyond the bright and pearly gates,
    Where Jesus, loving Saviour, waits,
    Where all is peaceful, bright, and fair,
    My home is there! my home is there!
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 8-7-4
  1. LAMB OF GOD, we bow before Thee,
    Calvary’s tale creation awed;
    Well may Thy redeemed adore Thee,
    While we sound this note abroad -
    Calvary’s victim
    Vindicates the throne of God.
  2. Rock of Ages, rent asunder,
    ’Riven ’neath the wrath of God;
    Safe within those clefts we wonder,
    While we sound this note abroad -
    Calvary’s victim
    Reconciles the world to God.
  3. Saviour God, the altar’s craving
    Thou hast satisfied with blood;
    Now in heaven fresh incense waving,
    Sweetly sounds this note abroad -
    Calvary’s victim
    Fills with joy the heart of God.
  4. Man of sorrows, God of glory,
    Wondrous path Thy foot hath trod;
    Cross and crown rehearse the story,
    Joyous sound this note abroad -
    Calvary’s victim
    Now adorns the throne of God.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. I HAVE given up all for Jesus, this vain world is nought to me,
    All its pleasures are forgotten in remembering Calvary;
    Though my friends despise, forsake me, and on me the world looks cold,
    I’ve a friend that will stand by me when the pearly gates unfold.
  2. Life’s morn will soon be waning and the evening bells will toll,
    But my heart will know no sadness
    when the pearly gates unfold.
  3. When the voice of Jesus calls me, and the angels whisper low,
    I will lean upon my Saviour through the valley as I go;
    I will claim His precious promise, more to me than worlds of gold -
    "Fear no evil, I’ll be with thee when the pearly gates unfold."
  4. Just beyond the verge of Jordan, just beyond its chilling tide,
    Blooms the tree of life immortal, and the living waters glide;
    In that happy land o spirits, flowers bloom on hills of gold,
    And the angels will be waiting when the pearly gates unfold.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - P.M.
  1. RAISE, raise loud our voices;
    Here, here Heaven begin;
    Sing, sing, each heart rejoices;
    Jesus s died for our sin:
    Praise, praise, O praise!
    Jesus has died for our sin.
  2. All, all He hath completed;
    Here, here He bore our doom;
    Now, now Hell is defeated;
    Jesus is raised from the tomb:
    Praise, praise, O praise!
    Jesus is raised from the tomb.
  3. Peace, peace to us He’s speaking,
    Down, down poureth His love:
    Clean, clean us He is keeping,
    Jesus is pleading above:
    Praise, praise, O praise!
    Jesus is pleading above.
  4. On, on thus we are hasting:
    Through, through trials we go:
    Fresh, fresh grace we are tasting,
    Jesus is with us below:
    Praise, praise, O praise!
    Jesus is with us below.
  5. Soon, soon we shall behold Him
    Soon, soon with Him shall reign;
    Soon, soon we shall be like Him,
    Jesus is coming again:
    Praise, praise, O praise!
    Jesus is coming again.
Tune: Miles Lane S.S.203 - 11’s
  1. ’TIS the voice of Jehovah comman