8.7.8.7.D.
6.6.4.6.6.6.4.
Come, Thou Almighty King,
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise.
Father, all glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days.
Come, Thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend:
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who Almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne’er from us depart,
Spirit of power.
To Thee, great One in Three,
Eternal praises be
Hence evermore.
Thy sov’reign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
12.13.12.10.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord, God Almighty!
Unto everlasting days our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, Holy, Holy, Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!
Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore
Thee;
Heaven’s elders cast their crowns down by the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim worship too before Thee,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide
Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,
Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
6.6.4.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
Opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heav’n reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
Flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain
Call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blest,
Wellspring of the joy of living,
Ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother—
All who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other,
Lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals join the mighty chorus
Which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us,
Brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward,
Victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful music leads us sunward
In the triumph song of life.
8.8.8.8.D.
13.8.13.8. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light in accessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
Unresting, unhasting, and silent as
light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above,
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
To all life Thou givest, to both great and
small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish, but nought changeth Thee.
Great Father of Glory, pure Father of
Light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render, O help us to see:
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth Thee.
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
6.6.6.6.8.8.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
All that we were—our sin, our guilt,
Our death—was all our own:
All that we are we owe to Thee,
Thou God of grace alone.
Thy mercy found us in our sins,
And gave us to believe;
Then, in believing, peace we found,
And in Thy Christ we live.
All that we are, as saints on earth,
All that we hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
We owe it all to Thee.
O God, how rich, how vast Thy love,
Whoe’er can Thee repay?
Thy love is past man’s finding out,
Thy grace no man can say.
But Lord, to me I pray Thee grant,
More clearly may I see,
That I may e’er more fully know
How much I owe to Thee.
But if man’s heart should e’er suppose
He could repay Thy love,
It only means he nothing knows
Of love, all loves above.
So may we never bargains make
With that dear love of Thine:
The love that made Thine heart once break,
Whoe’er that love could win?
Then nevermore suggest return,
His love is far too high;
But let our hearts with rapture burn
That He for us should die.
O Father God, we owe Thee all!
All that we are and have!
With grateful thanks before Thee fall,
’Tis all that we can give.
8.7.8.7.8.7.
8.7.8.7.8.7.
Father, long before creation,
Thou hadst chosen us in love;
And that love, so deep, so moving,
Draws us close to Christ above,
And will keep us, and will keep us,
Firmly fixed in Christ alone,
Firmly fixed in Christ alone.
Tho’ the world may change its fashion,
Yet our God is e’er the same;
His compassion and His cov’nant
Through all ages will remain.
God’s own children, God’s own children,
Must forever praise His name,
Must forever praise His name.
God’s compassion is my story,
Is my boasting all the day;
Mercy free and never failing
Moves my will, directs my way.
God so loved us, God so loved
That His only Son He gave,
That His only Son He gave.
Loving Father, now before Thee
We will ever praise Thy love;
And our song will sound unceasing
Till we meet Thy Son above,
Giving glory, Giving glory,
To our God and to the Lamb,
To our God and to the Lamb.
8.6.8.6.
Of all the gifts Thy love bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
E’en heav’n itself no richer knows
Than Jesus and His blood.
Faith, too, that trusts the blood through
grace,
From that same love we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
The gift had been in vain.
O Love divine, Thou vast abyss!
Our sins buried in Thee,
Cover’d is our unrighteousness,
From all debts we are free.
In Jesus’ blood our hearts can trace
The footprints of Thy love,
And know the riches of Thy grace,
The holy righteousness.
Though heart may fail and flesh decay,
On firm ground we remain,
When earth and heav’n shall pass away,
Our anchor shall sustain.
Until that day, we then shall prove,
The full worth of Thy love.
But here on earth, my life still needs
Thy great sustaining power.
We praise Thee, and would praise Thee
more,
To Thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour, and the power
That makes Him precious too.
6.10.10.6.
Blessed be God, our God,
Who gave for us His well beloved Son,
The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one;
Blessed be God, our God!
What will He not bestow!
Who freely gave this mighty gift unbought,
Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought,
What will He not bestow?
He spared not His Son!
’Tis this that silences each rising fear,
’Tis this that bids the hard tho’t disappear;
He spared not His Son!
Who shall condemn us now?
Since Christ has died, and ris’n, and gone above,
For us to plead at the right hand of Love;
Who shall condemn us now?
’Tis God that justifies!
Who shall recall His pardon or His grace?
Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?
’Tis God that justifies!
The victory is ours!
For us in might came forth the mighty One;
For us He fought the fight, the triumph won:
The victory is ours!
8.8.8.8.
11.11.11.11. with chorus
7.7.7.6.
8.7.8.7.D.
“Abba, Father,” We approach Thee
In our Savior’s precious name.
We, Thy Children, here assembling,
Now the promised blessing claim.
From our guilt His blood has washed us,
“Tis thro’ Him our souls draw nigh,
And Thy Spirit too has taught us
“Abba, Father,” thus to cry.
Once as prodigals we wandered,
In our folly, far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery.
Clothed in garments of salvation
At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the riches of Thy grace.
Thou the prodigal hast pardoned,
“Kissed us” with a Father’s love;
“Killed the fatted calf,” and made us
Fit Thy purpose to approve.
“It is meet,” we hear Thee saying,
“We should merry be and glad;
I have found My once-lost children,
Now they live who once were dead.”
“Abba, Father,” we adore Thee,
While the hosts in heaven above
E’en in us now learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, grace, and love.
Soon before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall proclaim
Abba’s love as shown in Jesus,
And how full is Abba’s name!
8.7.8.7.D.
Abba, Father! we adore Thee,
Humbly now our homage pay;
’Tis Thy children’s bliss to know Thee,
None but children “Abba” say
This high honor we inherit,
Thy free gift through Jesus’ blood;
God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth we’re sons of God.
Thine own purpose gave us being,
When in Christ, in that vast plan,
Thou in Christ didst choose Thy people
E’en before the world began.
Oh, what love Thou, Father, bore us!
Oh, how precious in Thy sight!
When to Thine own Son Thou gav’st us,
To Thy Son, Thy soul’s delight.
Though our nature’s fall in Adam
Shut us wholly out from God,
Thine eternal counsel brought us
Nearer still, through Jesus’ blood;
For in Him we found redemption,
Grace and glory in Thy Son;
O the height and depth of mercy!
Christ and His redeemed are one.
Hence, through all the changing
seasons,
Trouble, sickness, sorrow, woe,
Nothing changeth Thine affections,
Love divine shall bring us through;
Soon shall all Thy blood-bought children
Round the throne their anthems raise,
And, in songs of rich salvation,
Shout to Thine eternal praise.
7.6.7.6.D.
8.6.8.6.
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful Thy mercy seat,
In depths of burning light.
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!
How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity!
Oh, how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope
And penitential tears!
Yet I may love Thee, too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
No earthly father loves like Thee;
No mother, e’er so mild
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.
Father of Jesus, love’s reward,
What rapture will it be
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze, and gaze on Thee.
8.7.8.7.
12.12.12.5.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D.
7.6.7.6.D.
8.6.8.6.
Father, Thy name our souls would
bless,
As children taught by grace,
Lift up our hearts in righteousness,
And joy before Thy face.
Sweet is the confidence Thou giv’st,
Though high above our praise;
Our hearts resort to where Thou liv’st
In heaven’s unclouded rays.
There in the purpose of Thy love,
Our place is now prepared;
As sons with Him who is above,
Who all our sorrows shared.
Eternal ages shall declare,
The riches of Thy grace,
To those who with Thy Son shall share
A son’s eternal place.
Absent as yet, we rest in hope,
Treading the desert path,
Waiting for Him who takes us up
Beyond the pow’r of death.
We joy in Thee, Thy fullness shall
Our endless portion be,
Like Thine own Son, with whom we’ll dwell
Who all our sorrows shared.
O Holy Father, keep us here
In that blest name of love,
Walking before Thee without fear,
Thy perfect will to prove.
7.6.7.6.D.
10.4.10.4.10.10.
10.10.10.10.
10.10.10.10.
10.10.10.10.
10.4.10.4.10.10.
10.10.10.10.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
The living of Christ when He sojourned on
earth,
The sixteenth Psalm shows us, was wholly of worth.
His attitudes, choices, and interests all tell
The man who in God’s tabernacle may dwell.
“Preserve me, O God, for in Thee I
confide”—
In God He took refuge whate’er did betide.
“O Thou art my Lord, I’ve no good beyond Thee”
He spoke in Himself unto God constantly.
“As for all the saints who are dwelling on
earth,”
To Him they’re the people of excellent worth.
Of them He has said He has all His delight—
In proving this all the four Gospels unite.
“The Lord is my portion, the Lord is my
cup”—
For everything He to the Father looked up.
“The Lord I will bless who my counsel doth give”
Himself He denied and by God’s word did live.
His heart thus was glad and His spirit
rejoiced,
And e’en in His death praise to God could be voiced;
His soul God would never abandon to hell,
But in resurrection His body would dwell.
God raised Him, and He with God’s glory was
crowned;
Then fullness of joy in God’s presence He found.
E’en now at the Father’s right hand is His seat,
Where flowing forever are pleasures complete.
7.6.7.6.D.
12.11.12.11.12.10.
13.13.13.14. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
In the Name of Jesus
Ev’ry knee shall bow,
Ev’ry tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
’Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the Mighty Word.
At His voice creation
Sprang at once to sight:
All the angel faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heav’nly orders,
In their great array.
Humbled for a season,
To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.
Bore it up triumphant,
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures,
To the central height;
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father’s breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.
Name Him, brothers, name Him,
With love strong as death,
But with awe and wonder,
And with bated breath;
He is God the Savior,
He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshiped,
Trusted, and adored.
In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true;
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour;
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.
Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.
8.8.8.8.
Lift that Name high! That glorious
Name,
Let heav’n and earth its pow’r proclaim;
Our mighty, conqu’ring, coming King,
Earth yet shall with His praises ring.
Lift that Name high! To that high
tower
We flee in every trial hour,
Safe, sheltered, satisfied and free,
For Jesus’ Name is victory.
Lift that Name high! Until one day
His mighty Name the earth shall sway,
And sin and death, distress and pain
Shall be no more, for Christ shall reign.
Lift that Name high! Jesus shall
reign,
And kings shall follow in His train;
Lift that Name high, all names above,
The Name of Him we own and love.
Lift that Name high! For every knee
Shall bow to Him; Jesus shall see
Fruit of His Cross, when earth shall bring
Her tribute to her Lord and King.
8.8.8.8.
Thy name is as ointment poured forth:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Thy name is as ointment poured forth,
Thy name is as ointment poured forth.
Therefore do the virgins love Thee:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Therefore do the virgins love Thee,
Therefore do the virgins love Thee.
Thy love is much better than wine:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Thy love is much better than wine,
Thy love is much better than wine.
Draw me, we will run after Thee:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Draw me, we will run after Thee,
Draw me, we will run after Thee.
Behold, Thou art fair, my Beloved:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Behold, Thou art fair, my Beloved,
Behold, Thou art fair, my Beloved.
I found Him whom my soul doth love:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
I found Him whom my soul doth love,
I found Him whom my soul doth love.
I held Him and would not let go:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
I held Him and would not let go,
I held Him and would not let go.
Make haste, my Beloved, to come:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Make haste, my Beloved, to come,
Make haste, my Beloved, to come.
We love Thee with all of our heart:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
We love Thee with all of our heart,
We love Thee with all of our heart.
8.8.8.7. with chorus
7.7.8.7.D.
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.
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus:
It tells God’s love unbounded
To ruined man, ere time began,
Or heav’n 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.
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
It tells Thy birth so lowly,
Thy patience, grace, and gentleness.
Thy lonely path, so holy;
Thou wast the “Man of Sorrows”
Our grief, too, Thou didst bear it;
Our bitter cup Thou drankest up;
The thorny crown, didst wear it.
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
God’s Lamb—Thou wast ordained,
To bear our sins (Thyself all clean)
And hast our guilt sustained.
We see Thee crowned in glory,
Above the heavens now seated,
The vict’ry won, Thy work well done,
Our righteousness completed.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
6.6.6.6.8.8.
Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow’r,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore;:
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Savior forth.
Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiv’n,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside
His pow’rful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
I love my Shepherd’s voice:
His watchful eye shall keep
My wand’ring soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.
My Savior and my Lord,
My conqu’ror and my King,
Thy scepter and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the pow’r; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
7.8.7.8.D.
8.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6. with repeat
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
Dear Name! the rock on which we build;
Our shield and hiding-place;
Our never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus, our Savior, Shepherd, Friend,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End,
Accept the praise we bring.
Weak is the effort of our heart,
And cold our warmest thought;
But when we see Thee as Thou art,
We’ll praise Thee as we ought.
Till then we would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And triumph in that blessed Name
Which quells the pow’r of death.
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
Jesus! that name we 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!
As Son of Man it was, Jesus, the Lord!
Thou gav’st Thy life for us, Jesus, our Lord!
Great was indeed Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love Thou didst dearly prove, Jesus, our Lord!
Righteous alone in Thee, Jesus, the
Lord!
Thou wilt a refuge be, Jesus, our Lord!
Whom, then, have we to fear,
What trouble, grief, or care,
Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, our Lord!
Soon Thou wilt come again, Jesus, the
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!
8.7.8.7.
8.6.8.6.
Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky:
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners giv’n;
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to heav’n.
Jesus the prisoner’s fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan’s head;
Pow’r into strengthless souls He speaks,
And life into the dead.
Oh, that the world might taste and
see,
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.
His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
’Tis all my business here below,
To cry, Behold the Lamb!
Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name:
Preach Him to all, and cry in death,
“Behold, behold the Lamb!”
7.7.7.7.
6.5.6.5.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest Name on earth;
How can I, a sinner,
Come to know its worth?
Oh! the sinful sorrow,
Oh! the strangest shame,
That I saw no beauty
In that sacred Name.
Never felt the sweetness!
Never knew the grace,
Never saw the love-pain
In that wounded face!
Never found the mystery
In that simple word—
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Savior, Lover, Lord.
Now ’tis past and over.
Gone my guilt and shame;
Jesus, Jesus did it,
Glory to His Name!
Wonderful compassion,
Reaching even me;
Bows my humbled spirit
In captivity.
Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Loved me in my shame.
Oh! the joy and rapture
Of that sacred Name.
8.7.8.7.D.
10.10.10.9. with chorus
8.6.8.6.6.8.
Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let ev’ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n, and heav’n and nature sing.
Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and
grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders of His love.
7.7.7.7.D. with repeat
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Christ, by highest heav’n adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th’incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with man to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings:
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come!
Fix in us Thy humble home:
Rise, the woman’s conjuring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head;
Adam’s likeness now efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Final Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.
7.4.7.4.7.7.6.6.
8.6.8.6.
O lord! When we the path retrace
Which Thou on earth hast trod,
To men Thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God;
Thy love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced Thy side
Drew forth the blood to save;
Though Thou didst pass through woes and
grief,
Thy works were ever good;
Although midst sorrows all Thy life,
Thou spak’st no murmuring word.
Faithful amidst unfaithfulness,
’Mid darkness only light,
Thou didst Thy Father’s name confess,
And in His will delight;
Unmoved by Satan’s subtle wiles,
Or suffering, shame, and loss,
Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross.
We wonder at Thy lowly mind,
And fain would like Thee be,
And all our rest and pleasure find
In learning, Lord, of Thee.
8.8.8.8.
How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
O who like Thee, so mild, so bright,
Thou Son of man, Thou Light of light?
O who like Thee did ever go
So patient, through a world of woe?
O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
So glorious in humility?
And death, that sets the prisoner
free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
O wondrous Lord, my soul would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee,
And learn of Thee, the lowly One,
And like Thee, all my journey run.
8.6.8.6.
7.7.7.7.
Lord, accept our feeble song!
Pow’r and praise to Thee belong;
We would all Thy grace record,
Holy, gracious, loving Lord!
Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy people’s hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.
Wherefore Thou high heaven didst
spurn?
Wherefore Thou to earth didst turn?
Why leave heav’n to come to earth
Lonely, scorned, e’en suffering death?
Thou in heav’n-the glorious One!
Thou on earth-the outcast Man!
Though this suffering Thou didst know,
Love would come to bear our woe.
When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame, for such returns from us.
Yet we hope the day to see
When from every hindrance free,
When to Thee, in glory, brought,
We shall serve Thee as we ought.
Now, O Lord, we wait for Thee,
Wait “the blessed hope” to see.
May we ever for Thee live,
Till Thy saints Thou dost receive.
8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7.
Jesus! Source of life eternal!
Jesus, Author of our breath!
Victor o’er the hosts infernal,
By defeat, and shame, and death,
Thou thro’ deepest tribulation
Deigned to pass for our salvation:
Thousand, thousand praises be,
Lord of glory, unto Thee!
Thou, O Son of God! wert bearing
Cruel mockings, hatred, scorn;
Thou, the King of glory, wearing,
For our sake, the crown of thorn:
Dying, Thou didst us deliver
From the chains of sin for ever;
Thousand, thousand praises be,
Precious Savior, unto Thee!
All the shame men heaped upon
The Thou didst patiently endure;
Not the pains of death too bitter,
Our redemption to procure;
Wondrous Thy humiliation
To accomplish our salvation:
Thousand, thousand praises be,
Precious Savior, unto Thee!
Heart-felt praise and adoration,
Savior, thus to Thee we give:
For Thy life’s humiliation,
For Thy death, whereby we live;
All the grief Thou wert enduring,
All the bliss Thou wert securing,
Evermore the theme shall be,
Of thanksgivings, Lord, to Thee.
8.8.8.8.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His
feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
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!
7.6.7.6.D.
8.6.8.6.8.6.
O Christ, what burdens bow’d
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A victim led; Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.
Death and the curse were in our cup;
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop—
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Now blessings’ draught for me.
Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be—
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee,
Thou’rt ris’n: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy glory then for me!
8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.7.7.7.
Oh, hallelujah, what a death
Christ died upon the cross!
Not only was he dying there
But everything that death did share:
God was included too,
All men with me and you—
Oh, hallelujah, for such a cross!
Oh, praise the Lord, man died in God
And to an end was brought!
Now from this man I’m wholly free
For God has terminated me!
Oh, what a wondrous death,
Oh, what a wondrous death;
Oh, hallelujah, for such a death!
Oh, praise the Lord, God died in man,
In man to be released.
The grain of wheat fell to the ground,
And now a multitude is found
Filled with the life of God,
Filled with the life of God;
Oh, hallelujah, for such a life!
Lord, how we praise You for Your
cross,
Your all-inclusive death!
The center of the universe,
It has untold, eternal worth!
Lord, how we love Your cross,
Lord, how we love Your cross;
Oh, hallelujah, for such a cross!
8.7.8.7.8.7. with repeat
Lamb of God so pure and spotless,
Lamb of God for sinners slain.
Thy shed blood has wrought redemption,
Cleansing us from every stain,
Lamb redeeming, Lamb redeeming,
Bearing all our sins away,
Bearing all our sins away!
Brazen serpent, to Thee looking,
Son of Man, uplifted high.
Thou didst bear the flesh of sin in
Likeness on the cross to die.
Old creation’s termination;
Finished, Satan and the world,
Finished, Satan and the world!
Grain of wheat, so small and lowly.
Without death abides alone;
Life divine enclosed within it,
Into death it must be sown.
Life releasing, Christ increasing,
Many grains to bring to birth,
Many grains to bring to birth!
Lamb of God—our soul’s redemption,
Brazen serpent—Satan’s end,
Grain of wheat—life’s reproduction,
Now with many grains we blend.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
What an all-inclusive death,
What an all-inclusive death!
8.6.8.6.
God was born a human being
As the Babe of Bethlehem,
Passed He then through human living,
Perfect blend of God with men.
God, according to His plan,
Lived a mingled life with man.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Then with God this man was blended
On the altar as He died;
God and man and all creation
On the cross were crucified.
Man and all of God’s creation,
Sunk in total termination.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Everything we are was ended.
Terminated on the cross,
Only man in God ascended,
Man in Adam suffered loss.
Hallelujah, we’re elated,
Our old man was terminated.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Like the grain of wheat that’s buried
In the earth to be increased,
God’s own life the death must suffer,
Thus in man to be released.
Oh, the Lord of all be praised;
God released in man is raised!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
6.6.6.6.8.8.
6.6.6.6.8.8.
8.8.8.8.D.
8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.
Behold! behold the Lamb of God,
On the cross! On the cross!
For us He shed His precious blood,
On the cross! On the cross!
O hear His all-important cry,
“Eli, lama sabachthani?”
Draw near and see the Savior die,
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold His arms extended wide,
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold His bleeding hands and side,
On the cross! On the cross!
The sun withholds its rays of light,
The heav’ns are clothed in shades of night,
While Jesus wins the glorious fight,
On the cross! On the cross!
By faith we see Him lifted up,
On the cross! On the cross!
He drinks for us the bitter cup,
On the cross! On the cross!
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake.
While Jesus all our sins doth take,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross! On the cross!
And now the mighty deed is done,
On the cross! On the cross!
The battle fought, the vict’ry won,
On the cross! On the cross!
To heav’n He turns triumphant eyes;
It is finished” now, the conqu’ror cries,
Then bows His sacred head and dies,
On the cross! On the cross!
But now He’s ris’n, ascended, crowned,
On the throne’ On the throne’.
Heav’n’s highest place for Him is found,
On the throne’ On the throne!
Our hearts we low in worship bow,
And join, as one, to hail Him now:
“Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou!”
On the throne! On the throne!
8.6.8.6.
6.6.8.6.10.12.
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 flowed from nobler veins,
To purge the soul from guilt,
and cleanse the reddest stains.
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.
We thank Thee for the grace,
Descending from above,
That overflows our widest guilt,
Th’ eternal Father’s love.
Love of the Father’s everlasting Son,
Love of the Holy Ghost,
Jehovah, Three in One.
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.
We thank Thee for the crown
Of glory and of life;
’Tis no poor with’ring wreath of earth,
Man’s prize in mortal strife;
’Tis incorruptible as is the throne,
The kingdom of our God
and His incarnate Son.
7.7.7.8.
8.6.8.8.6.8.8.
O solemn hour! O hour alone,
In solitary night,
When God the Father’s only Son,
As Man, for sinners lost, undone,
Expires—amazing sight!
The Lord of glory crucified!
The Lord of Life has bled and died!
O mystery of mysteries!
Of life and death the tree!
Center of two eternities,
Which look with rapt, adoring eyes,
Onward, and back to Thee!
O cross of Christ, where all His pain
And death is our eternal gain.
O how our inmost hearts do move,
While gazing on that cross!
The death of the incarnate Love!
What shame, what grief, what joy we prove,
That He should die for us!
Our hearts were broken by that cry,
“Eli, lama sabachthani!”
Worthy of death, O Lord, we were;
That vengeance was our due;
In grace Thou, spotless Lamb, didst bear
Thyself our sins, and guilt, and fear;
Justice our Surety slew.
With Thee, our Surety, we have died;
With Thee, we there were crucified.
Quickened with Thee with life divine,
Raised with Thee from the dead;
Thine Own, now human and divine,
Shall with Thee in Thy glories shine,
The Church’s living Head!
We, who were worthy but to die,
Now with Thee, “Abba Father,” cry.
6.6.8.6.
Jesus, the sinner’s Friend,
We hid ourselves in Thee;
God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood,
It is our only plea.
He hears Thy precious Name,
We claim it as our own;
The Father must accept and bless
His well-beloved Son.
Thou hast fulfilled the law,
And we are justified:
Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;
We live, for Thou hast died.
Jesus, the sinner’s Friend!
We cannot speak Thy praise;
No mortal voice can sing the song
That ransomed hearts would raise.
But when before the throne,
Thy face we all shall see,
Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,
We’ll stand complete in Thee.
Jesus, we’ll give Thee then
Such praises as are meet,
And give ten thousand thanks to Thee,
Adoring, at Thy feet.
11.11.11.11. with chorus
6.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.D.
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, Thou still rejected King!
Thou didst suffer to release us,
Thou didst free salvation bring;
Thro’ Thy death and resurrection,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
We enjoy divine protection,
Life and glory thro’ Thy name.
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By our Father’s love anointed,
Thou redemption’s price hast paid
All who trust Thee are forgiven
Thro’ the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Grace shines forth to man from God.
Savior, hail! enthroned in glory,
Where for us Thou dost abide:
We, by faith, do now adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father’s side.
There, for us Thou now art pleading,”
There Thou dost our sorrows share.
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
Worship, honor, praise, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
In that day Thy saints will meet Thee,
Welcome Thee with grateful song;
Joyful hearts will ever greet Thee,
Source of joy to all the throng!
8.8.8.8.
8.7.8.7.8.7.
8.6.8.6.
The veil is rent: Lo! Jesus stands
Before the throne of grace;
And clouds of incense from His hands
Fill all that glorious place.
His precious blood is sprinkled there,
Before and on the throne;
And His own wounds in heav’n declare
The work that saves is done.
“’Tis finished!” on the cross He said,
In agonies and blood;
’Tis finished! now He lives to plead
Before the face of God.
’Tis finished! here our souls can
rest,
His work can never fail;
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
We enter thro’ the veil.
Within the holiest of all,
Cleansed by His precious blood,
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
And worship Thee, our God.
Boldly our heart and voice we raise,
His name, His blood, our plea;
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
Ascend, by Him, to Thee.
7.6.7.6.D.
Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus our blessed
Redeemer!
Sing, ye saints! His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! hail Him Mightiest angels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy name!
Like a shepherd, Jesus will feed His people,
In His arms He carries them all day long;
O ye saints that live in the light of His presence,
Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song!
Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed
Redeemer,
For our sins He suffered and bled and died;
He, our Rock, our Hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the Crucified;
Loving Savior, meekly enduring sorrow,
Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow;
Once for us rejected, despised, and forsaken,
Prince of Glory, ever triumphant now.
Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed
Redeemer,
Heavenly portals, loud with hosannahs ring!
Jesus, Savior, reigneth for ever and ever;
Crown Him! crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King!
Death is vanquished! Tell it with joy, ye faithful,
Where is now thy victory, boasting grave?
Jesus lives! No longer thy portals are cheerless;
Jesus lives, the mighty and strong to save.
8.7.8.7.D.
Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee,
While upon Thy face we gaze;
There the Father’s love and glory
Shine in all their brightest rays;
Thine Almighty pow’r and wisdom
All creation’s works proclaim;
Heav’n and earth alike confess Thee
As the ever great “I AM.”
Lamb of God! Thy Father’s bosom
Ever was Thy dwelling place;
His delight, in Him rejoicing,
One with Him in pow’r and grace;
O what wondrous love and mercy!
Thou didst lay Thy glory by;
And for us didst come from heaven
As the Lamb of God to die.
Lamb of God! When we behold Thee
Lowly in the manger laid,
Wand’ring as a homeless stranger
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the garden
In Thine agony of blood,
At Thy grace we are confounded,
Holy, spotless Lamb of God!
When we see Thee, as the victim,
Bound to the accursed tree,
For our guilt and folly stricken,
All our judgment borne by Thee,
Lord, we own, with hearts adoring,
Thou hast loved us unto blood;
Glory, glory everlasting
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God.
Lamb of God, Thou soon in glory
Wilt to this sad earth return;
All Thy foes shall quake before Thee,
All that now despise Thee mourn;
Then Thy saints all gathered to Thee,
With Thee in Thy kingdom reign;
Thine the praise and Thine the glory,
Lamb of God, for sinners slain!
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
10.11.11.11. with chorus
10.10.10.10.
7.4.7.4.D.
Christ the Lord is ris’n indeed,
Hallelujah!
He has met His people’s need,
Hallelujah!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Hallelujah!
Sing, ye heav’ns and earth, reply,
Hallelujah!
Lives again our glorious King,
Hallelujah!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Hallelujah!
Dying once He all doth save,
Hallelujah!
Where thy victory, O grave?
Hallelujah!
Love’s redeeming work is done,
Hallelujah!
Fought the fight, the battle won,
Hallelujah!
Death in vain forbade Him rise
Hallelujah!
Christ ascended o’er the skies,
Hallelujah!
Soar we now where Christ hath led.
Hallelujah!
Following our exalted Head,
Hallelujah!
Made like Him, like Him we rise.
Hallelujah!
Free from all the earthly ties,
Hallelujah!
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
6.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.D.
Hallelujah! sing to Jesus,
His the scepter, His the throne;
Hallelujah! His the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark, the songs of His redeemed ones
Thunder like a mighty flood:
Jesus out of ev’ry nation
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
Hallelujah! not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now;
Hallelujah! He is near us,
Faith believes, nor questions how.
Though the clouds from sight received Him
When the forty days were o’er,
Shall our hearts forget His promise,
“I am with you evermore”?
Hallelujah! Bread of heaven,
Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Hallelujah! here the hungry
Come to Thee from day to day.
Advocate and Intercessor,
My Redeemer pleads for me,
On the throne of the Almighty
Now and to eternity.
Hallelujah! sing to Jesus,
His the scepter, His the throne;
Hallelujah! His the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark, the songs of His redeemed ones
Thunder like a mighty flood:
Jesus out of every nation,
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
7.6.7.6.D.
8.7.8.7.7.7.8.7.
God shall rise, His foes be scattered,
All that hate Him flee away.
As the wax before the fire,
All the wicked He shall slay.
But righteous shall rejoice
With a loud, triumphant voice,
Singing praises, singing praises,
Singing praises unto God!
He is riding through the deserts,
Bringing in His saints in need.
He’s a Father to the orphans,
And a refuge tried indeed.
In His holy habitation—
What a wonderful salvation!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Here the lone have found a family,
Here the desolate a home;
Prisoners are brought from bondage
To prosperity unknown.
For the flock—what wondrous grace—
God prepared this dwelling place:
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Now the Lord in mighty triumph
Sends the news of victory;
We the “women” spread the tidings—
“Kings of armies flee, they flee!”
No more sweat and dreary toil;
We at home divide the spoil!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Lo, on high Christ hath ascended,
Leading captives in His train;
These as gifts He has perfected
That the Lord may dwell with them.
Brothers, sisters, we are those,
We’re those transformed, vanquished foes’
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Blessed be the Lord forever:
Day by day He loads with good,
E’en the God of our salvation—
Spread His worthy praise abroad.
His the goings forth from death,
Every foe He conquereth!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
They have seen, O God,
Thy goings In Thy holy dwelling place,
Thy triumphal, high processions
Midst a mighty voice of praise.
See the singers go before,
Praising, praising o’er and o’er:
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
Saints, thy strength has been
commanded
From the temple glorious;
Still we pray that God may strengthen
All that He has wrought for us.
Higher yet our praise shall rise
Till the utmost earth replies:
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
7.6.7.6.D.
The Lord said unto to my Lord,
“Sit Thou at My right hand;
Thy foes shall be Thy footstool,
Upon them Thou shalt stand.”
The sceptre of Thy strength shall
The Lord from Zion send
To rule o’er all the nations
Forever ’till the end.
A voluntary offering,
The young ones are to Thee;
In consecration’s splendor
How beautiful to see!
For as the dew of morning
Refreshes all the land—
The young ones given to Thee
Are precious in Thy hand.
The Lord hath sworn forever
And never will turn back,
“Thou art a priest forever,
As was Melchizedek.”
Oh, Thou hast no beginning
Of days; of life: no end!
And on Thine intercession
We ever do depend.
The Lord is at Thy right hand
And in His day of wrath
He’ll strike through rulers, judging
The nations in His path.
While riding on to triumph
He’ll drink of us, the stream,
His head uplifted, strengthened,
The whole earth to redeem.
Oh Lord, Thou art ascended
To God’s right hand to sit;
As Head o’er all things, to Thee
God doth Thy foes commit.
Our King for us Thou reignest.
Our Priest we are supplied,
Our all we give unto Thee,
Thou Conqueror glorified.
8.6.8.6.D.
O Lord, our Lord, how excellent
Thy name in all the earth!
Let every people, tribe, and tongue
Proclaim its boundless worth.
Out of the mouth of little ones
Thou hast established praise,
That Thou may still Thine enemy
And swiftly end his days.
When we the universe behold,
The work of Thy great hand—
The sun, the moon, and all the stars
By lofty wisdom planned;
O what is man that Thou should’st care
That Thou should’st mindful be?
The son of man Thou visitest
In Thine economy.
O Jesus Lord, Thou art that man,
The One who joined our race,
Who put upon Himself the flesh
And took a lower place.
But now with glory Thou art crowned,
With sovereignty complete.
Now through Thy Body Thou dost rule
With all beneath Thy feet.
Thine incarnation, rising too,
And Thy transcendency,
Thy Lordship, Headship, kingdom full,
And Body here we see.
By all these steps of work divine
Thou hast established praise.
With overflowing hearts to Thee
Our joyful voice we raise.
Oh, soon that blessed day shall come—
All tongues these words shall peal!
But in Thy tabernacles now
We have a foretaste real.
O Lord, our Lord, how excellent
Thy name in all the earth!
Let every people, tribe, and tongue
Proclaim its boundless worth.
8.8.6.8.8.6.
O Jesus, Lord ’tis joy to know
Thy path is o’er of shame and woe,
By Thee so meekly trod.
All finished is Thy work of toil,
Thou preparest now the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.
Thy holy head, once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns,
Thy seat, the Father’s throne.
O Lord! e’en now we sing Thy praise,
Ours the eternal song to raise,
Worthy the Lord alone!
As Head for us Thou sittest there,
Until Thy members too shall share
In all Thou dost receive;
Thy glory and Thy royal throne
Thy boundless love has made our own,
Who in Thy name believe.
We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord,
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
The fruit of love divine.
While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here,
How does the thought our spirits cheer,
The throne of glory’s Thine!
10.10.10.10. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.D.
See the Conqu’ror mount in triumph,
See the King in royal state
Riding on the clouds His chariot
To His heav’nly palace gate;
Hark! The choirs of angel voices
Joyful hallelujahs sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive, to receive, to receive
their heav’nly King.
Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory;
He who on the cross did suffer,
He who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
He by death, He by death, He by
death has spoiled His foes.
While He lifts His hands in blessing
He is parted from His friends;
While their eager eyes behold Him.
He upon the clouds ascends;
He who walked with God and pleased Him,
Preaching truth and doom to come.
He, our Enoch, is translated
To His home, to His home, to His
everlasting home.
Now our heavenly Aaron enters,
With His blood, within the veil;
Joshua now is come to Canaan,
And the kings before Him quail;
Now He plants the tribes of Israel
In their promised resting-place;
Now our great Elijah offers
Of His grace, of His grace,
double portion of His grace.
He has raised our human nature
On the clouds to God’s right hand;
There we sit in heav’nly places,
There with Him in glory stand.
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension
We by faith, we by faith, we by
faith behold our own.
8.7.8.7.
Hark! Ten thousand voices crying,
“Lamb of God!” with one accord;
Thousand thousand saints replying,
Wake at once the echo’ng chord.
“Praise the Lamb!” the chorus waking,
All in heav’n together throng;
Loud and far each tongue partaking
Rolls around the endless song.
Grateful incense this, ascending
Ever to the Father’s throne;
Every knee to Jesus bending,
All the mind in heav’n is one.
All the Father’s counsels claiming
Equal honors to the Son,
All the Son’s effulgence beaming,
Makes the Father’s glory known.
By the Spirit all pervading,
Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb,
Crowned with light and joy unfading,
Hail Him as the great “I AM.”
Joyful now the new creation
Rests in undisturbed repose,
Blest in Jesus’ full salvation,
Sorrow now nor thraldom knows.
Hark! the heavenly notes again!
Loudly swells the song of praise;
Through creation’s vault, Amen!
Amen! responsive joy doth raise.
10.11.10.11. with chorus
7.7.7.7.
8.7.8.7.7.7.
8.7.8.7.
Gazing on the Lord in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross—its shame and woe.
Every mark of dark dishonor
Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart’s sorrow
Told in answ’ring glory now.
On that cross, alone, forsaken,
Where no pity’ng eye was found;
Now, to God’s right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound.
Did Thy God e’en then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.
Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Blessed, precious, holy Lord;
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy—
This be earth’s and heaven’s accord.
Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song e’en here begun,
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son.
8.6.8.6. with repeat
8.6.8.6. with repeat
6.6.8.6.D.
8.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.8.7.
4.8.4.6.
9.12.9.12.12.12.9.12.
8.7.8.7.
8.8.6.8.8.6.6.
O blessed Savior, Son of God!
Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood
From Guilt, and death, and shame,
With joy and praise, Thy people see
The crown of glory worn by Thee,
And worthy Thee proclaim,
And worthy Thee proclaim.
Exalted, by the Father’s love,
All thrones, and powers, and names above,
At God’s right hand in heav’n;
Wisdom and riches, pow’r divine,
Blessing and honor, Lord, are Thine—
All things to Thee are giv’n,
All things to Thee are giv’n.
Head of the Church! Thou sittest
there,
Thy members all the blessings share
Thy blessing, Lord is ours.
Our life Thou art—Thy grace sustains.
Thy strength in us each victory gains
O’er sin and Satan’s pow’r,
O’er sin and Satan’s pow’r.
And soon, the day of glory come,
Thy bride shall reach her destined home
And all Thy beauty see.
How great our joy to see Thee shine,
To hear Thee own us, Lord, as Thine,
And ever dwell with Thee,
And ever dwell with Thee.
6.6.4.6.6.6.4.
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4.
“Tis the Church triumphant singing,
Worthy the Lamb;
Heav’n throughout with praises ringing,
Worthy the Lamb.
Thrones and pow’rs before Him bending,
Odors sweet with voice ascending,
Swell the chorus never ending,
Worthy the Lamb.
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
Worthy the Lamb;
Join to sing the great salvation,
Worthy the Lamb;
Loud as mighty thunders roaring,
Floods of mighty waters pouring,
Prostrate at His feet adoring,
Worthy the Lamb.
Harps and songs forever sounding,
Worthy the Lamb;
Mighty grace o’er sin abounding,
Worthy the Lamb;
By His blood He dearly bought us:
Wand’ring from the fold He sought us.
And to glory safely brought us;
Worthy the Lamb.
Sing with blest anticipation,
Worthy the Lamb;
Through the vale of tribulation.
Worthy the Lamb;
Sweetest notes, all notes excelling,
On the theme forever dwelling.
Still untold, though ever telling.
Worthy the Lamb.
8.5.8.5.D.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.8.7.
7.7.7.3.
6.6.6.6.6.6.
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
To Thee, my God above,
I cry with glowing love,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The fairest graces spring
In hearts that ever sing,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet chant they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
When sleep her balm denies,
My silent spirit sighs,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The night becomes as day,
When from the heart we say,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this th’eternal song
Through all the ages long,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
8.8.8.8.8.
8.8.8.8.
8.7.8.7.7.7. with chorus
Sing how Jesus came from heaven,
How He bore the cross below,
How all power to Him is given,
How He reigns in glory now.
’Tis a great and endless theme—
Oh, ’tis sweet to sing of Him.
Jesus, hail! Thy glory brightens
All above and gives it worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth.
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.
King of glory, reign forever!
Thine ar, everlasting crown.
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
Savior, hasten Thine appearing:
Heav’n and earth shall pass away.
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing.
Then with raptured hearts we’ll sing.
“Glory, glory to our King!”
6.6.6.6.8.8.
Rejoice, the Lord is King,
Your Lord and Kind adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up you voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o’er earth and heav’n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv’n:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
Jesus, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love:
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
He sits at God’s right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
8.7.8.7.7.7.
Lord, Thy love has sought and found us
Wand’ring in this desert wide;
Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,
For us suffered, bled, and died.
Sing, my soul! He loved thee,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping
From yon lonesome garden sweep;
’Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,
While His followers sink in sleep.
Ah, my soul, He loved thee,
Yes, He gave Himself for me.
He is speaking to His Father,
Tasting deep that bitter cup,
Yet He takes it, willing rather
For our sakes to drink it up.
Oh, what love! He loved me!
Gave Himself, my soul, for thee.
Then that closing scene of anguish:
All God’s waves and billows roll
Over Him, there left to languish
On the cross, to save my soul.
Matchless love! how vast, how free,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark again! His cries are waking
Echoes on dark Calvary’s hill;
God, my God, art Thou forsaking
Him who always did Thy will?
Ah, my soul! it was for thee,
Yes! He gave Himself for me.
Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended,
Glad Thy suff ’ring time is o’er;
To Thy Father’s throne ascended,
There Thou liv’st, to die no more.
Yes, my soul, He lives for thee,
He who gave Himself for me.
Lord, we worship and adore Thee
For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace:
Perfect soon in joy before Thee,
We shall see Thee face to face.
Yet e’en now our song shall be,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
8.6.8.8.6.
Eternal Love! Oh, mighty sea,
That hath not bounds, or shore,
I gaze upon Thy tideless waves,
I know the Love that loving saves,
I worship, and adore.
Eternal Love, Eternal Love,
That ever shall abide;
The Love that saves, the Love that keeps,
What vastness in Thy glorious deeps,
Oh ocean deep and wide!
Eternal Love that loveth me,
And loving, made me love,
That brought my Savior pain and loss,
The awful anguish of the Cross,
To lift my soul above!
Eternal Love that bore the curse,
That else must fall on me,
Now to the glory of Thy grace,
Mine eyes shall see the Savior’s face
Thru all Eternity.
Eternal Love, O Son of God,
Glorious in all Thy ways!
Thou art enthroned in light divine,
The light in which Thy saints shall shine
Thru everlasting days.
8.7.8.7.D.
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;
Rolling as a mighty ocean,
In its fullness over me,
Underneath me, all around me,
Is the current of Thy love;
Leading onward, leading homeward,
To my glorious rest above.
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Spread His praise form shore to shore;
How He loveth, ever loveth,
Changeth never, never more;
How He watcheth o’er His loved ones,
Died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth,
Watcheth o’er them from the throne.
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Love of every love the best;
’Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
’Tis a haven sweet of rest.
Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus,
’Tis a heav’n of heav’ns to me;
And it lifts me up to glory,
For it lifts me up to Thee.
13.13.13.13. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
O blessed Savior, is Thy love
So great! So full! So free!
Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives, engaged with Thee.
We love Thee for the glorious worth
Which in Thyself we see;
We love Thee for that shameful cross,
Endured so patiently.
No man of greater love can boast
Than for His friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain!
What love with Thine can vie?
Though in the very form of God,
With heav’nly glory crowned,
Thou didst a servant’s form assume,
Beset with sorrow round.
Thou wouldst like wretched man be made
In everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become
As we unlike had been:
Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every beauteous grace;
From glory unto glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
O Lord, we treasure in our hearts
The memory of Thy love;
And ever shall Thy name to us
A grateful odor prove.
8.8.8.8.4.4.8.8.
I have a Friend, whose faithful love
Is more than all the world to me:
’Tis higher than the heights above,
And deeper than the soundless sea;
So old, so new, So strong, so true;
Before the earth received its frame,
He loved me—Blessed be His name!
He held the highest place above,
Adored by all the sons of flame,
Yet such His self-denying love,
He laid aside His crown and came
To seek the lost, And at the cost
Of heavenly rank and earthly fame
He sought me—Blessed be His name!
It was a lonely path He trod,
From every human soul apart;
Known only to Himself and God
Was all the grief that filled His heart,
Yet from the track He turned not back
Till where I lay in want and shame,
He found me—Blessed be His name!
Then dawned at last that day of dread,
When desolate, yet undismayed,
With wearied frame and thorn-crowned head,
He, God-forsaken, man-betrayed,
Was then made sin On Calvary,
And, dying there in grief and shame,
He saved me—Blessed be His name!
Long as I live my song shall tell
The wonders of His dying love;
And when at last I go to dwell
In that bright home with Him above,
My joy shall be His face to see,
And bowing there with loud acclaim
I’ll praise Him—Blessed be His name!
8.6.8.6.
Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love!
Thou one with us on Calvary,
We one Thee above.
Such was Thy grace that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down,
With us of flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery one.
Our sins, our guilt, in love Divine
Confessed and home by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy members free.
Ascended now, in glory bright,
Head of the Church Thou art;
Nor life nor death, nor depth nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.
Oh teach us, Lord, to know and own
This wondrous mystery,
That Thou in heaven with us art one,
And we are one with Thee.
Soon, soon shall come that glorious
day
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That Thou with us art one.
10.10.10.10.4.
It passeth knowledge, that dear love of
Thine,
My Savior, Jesus; yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
It passeth telling, that dear love of
Thine,
My Savior, Jesus; yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near,
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.
It passeth praises, that dear love of
Thine,
My Savior, Jesus; yet this heart of mine
Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,
Which brings a rebel sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.
But though I cannot sing, or tell, or
know
The fulness of Thy love, while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring;
O Thou, who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
I am an empty vessel—not one thought
Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee,
With this the empty sinner’s only plea,
Thou lovest me.
Oh, fill me, Jesus, Savior, with Thy
love!
Lead, lead me to the living fount above;
Thither may I, in simple faith draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly,
But unto Thee.
Lord Jesus, when Thee face to face I
see,
When on Thy lofty throne I sit with Thee,
Then of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.
8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.
8.6.8.6. with repeat
11.12.12.12.
8.6.8.6.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
His love my heart has captive made,
His captive would I be,
For He was bound, and scourged and died,
My captive soul to free.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
So now Thy blessed Name I love,
Thy will would e’er be mine.
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
My Lord, they all were Thine!
6.5.6.5.D.
5.6.8.5.5.8.
Fairest Lord Jesus!
Ruler of all nature!
O Thou of God and man the Son!
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown!
Fair are the meadows,
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing!
Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heav’n can boast!
All fairest beauty,
Heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer,
Fairer, or dearer,
Than Thou my Savior art to me.
8.8.8.8.8.8.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
.8.6.8.6.
Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee,
Of all Thy love and grace,
Our spirits long and fain would see
Thy beauty face to face.
And though the wilderness we tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briars overspread,
Where foes and snares abound;
Yet in Thy love such depths we see,
Our hearts o’erflow with praise—
Content ourselves, while, Lord to Thee
A joyful song we raise.
Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our
Shield,
Our Rock, our Food, our Light;
Each thought of Thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.
Blest Savior, keep our spirits stayed
Hard following after Thee,
Till we, in robes of white arrayed,
Thy face in glory see.
7.6.7.6.D.
6.6.6.6.8.8.
8.7.8.7.D.
8.7.8.7.
Gathered in Thy name, Lord Jesus,
Losing sight of all but Thee,
O what joy Thy presence gives us,
Calling up our hearts to Thee!
Loved with love which knows no
measure,
Save the Father’s love to Thee,
Blessed Lord, our hearts would treasure
All the Father’s thoughts of Thee.
All His joy, His rest, His pleasure—
All His deep delight in Thee—
Lord, Thy heart alone can measure
What Thy Father found in Thee.
How He set His love upon Thee—
Called Thee His beloved Son;
Yet for us He did not spare Thee,
By Thy death our life was won.
O the joy, the wondrous singing,
When we see Thee as Thou art!
Thy blest name, Lord Jesus, bringing
Sweetest music to God’s heart.
Notes of gladness, songs unceasing,
Hymns of everlasting praise,
Psalms of glory, joy increasing,
Through God’s endless day of days.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
12.12.12.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.7.8.7. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
We have come, we have come to the house of
God;
We have come to the house, whence out flows the flood.
On the right, day and night, constant is its flow,
Watering us and causing fruits of life to grow.
From the house, from the house flows this
living stream,
From the house, to the earth, with the life supreme.
Yet more deep, Lord, we seek that the flow may be;
Thus we must be measured and possessed by Thee.
Measure us, measure us, measure every
day;
Measure us, measure more, measure all the way,
Till we know that the flow is a mighty flood,
Sweeping over all the earth for Christ the Lord.
Take us through, take us through, take us
through the flow;
Take us through, through and through, everywhere we go.
Flow increase, never cease, till we swim in Thee,
Till we are immersed in God eternally.
All shall live, all shall live where the
river comes;
All shall live, really live, everywhere it runs.
Let the fount from this mount life abundant bring,
Till the deserts of the earth with churches spring!
8.7.8.7. with chorus
I am breathing out my own life,
That I may be filled with Thine;
Letting go my strength and weakness,
Breathing in Thy life divine.
Breathing out my sinful nature,
Thou hast borne it all for me;
Breathing in Thy cleansing fullness,
Finding all my life in Thee.
I am breathing out my sorrow,
On Thy kind and gentle breast;
Breathing in Thy joy and comfort,
Breathing in Thy peace and rest.
I am breathing out my sickness,
Thou hast borne its burden too;
I am breathing in Thy healing,
Ever promised, ever new.
I am breathing out my longings
In Thy listening, loving ear;
I am breathing in Thy answers,
Stilling every doubt and fear.
I am breathing every moment,
Drawing all my life from Thee;
Breath by breath I live upon Thee,
Lord, Thy Spirit breathe in me.
9.8.9.8.
O Breath of Life, come sweeping through
us,
Revive Thy Church with life and power;
O Breath of Life, come, cleanse, renew us,
And fit Thy Church to meet this hour.
O Wind of God, come bend us, break us,
Till humbly we confess our need;
Then in Thy tenderness remake us,
Revive, restore, for this we plead.
O Breath of Love, come breathe within
us,
Renewing thought and will and heart;
Come, Love of Christ, afresh to win us,
Revive Thy Church in every part.
O Heart of Christ, once broken for us,
’Tis there we find our strength and rest;
Our broken, contrite hearts now solace,
And let Thy waiting Church be blest.
Revive us, Lord! Is zeal abating,
While harvest fields are vast and white?
Revive us, Lord, the world is waiting,
Equip Thy Church to spread the light.
8.6.8.6.D.
6.6.6.6.D. with chorus
7.7.7.7. with chorus
11.9.11.9. with chorus
11.11.8.11.
16.11.16.11. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
8.7.8.7.
Praise the Lord, who firmly joined us
Unto the Anointed One.
Thus we all have been anointed
With th’anointing of the Son.
Now in Christ, in the anointing,
We are the anointed ones.
Oh, how blessed is this ointment
Poured upon the many sons!
Hallelujah, the anointing
Unto us God’s essence brings;
It is now abiding in us,
And it teaches us all things.
We’re the Lord’s peculiar treasure,
Purchased by His precious blood.
He has put His seal upon us,
We are those marked out by God.
Day by day we’re under sealing,
That we may His likeness share.
By the impress of His Person
We will Jesus’ image bear.
Now we have the pledge, the foretaste,
Of the Christ we soon will see.
We are longing for the full taste
God, our feast eternally.
God has wrought us for this purpose,
Giving us the earnest here,
Guarantee of full enjoyment
Of our Lord Himself, so dear.
The anointing, seal, and earnest
In our spirit are all three.
Such a wondrous, blest deposit
God has given you and me.
8.8.8.8.
The Holy Spirit is the seal,
The foretaste, earnest, and the pledge.
He designates us as God’s own
And guarantees our heritage.
’Twas after we believed in Christ,
The word of truth, the gospel, heard,
The Holy Spirit us did seal
To show that we belong to God.
This Spirit as the living seal,
To us God’s image now imparts;
Conforming us unto the Son,
He stamps His image in our hearts.
This Spirit also is the pledge,
Our earnest and our foretaste true.
He witnesses that we are sons,
With God’s inheritance in view.
’Tis by this Spirit God does spread
Into our mind, emotion, will;
By sealing every inward part,
He will our very being fill.
Oh Lord, we would cooperate
With all Thy Spirit’s inward move;
That we become Thy masterpiece,
Th’eternal purpose thus to prove.
7.7.7.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
8.8.8.8.
Lord, when the Father ne’er was known,
The Father came through Thee below,
That we who lived in ignorance
Might through Thyself the Father know.
But, Lord, when Thou wast here on
earth,
How scarce were those Thyself who knew;
A veil there was twixt Thee and them;
The crowded ’round, but saw not through.
Now as the Spirit Thou hast come
E’en as the Father came in Thee;
As we through Thee the Father know,
Now through the Spirit we know Thee.
Not with the flesh Thou now art
clothed—
Then must Thou walk with toil around;
But as the Spirit in our heart
Thou dost supply Thyself unbound.
Thou, Lord, the Father once wast
called,
But now the Holy Spirit art;
The Spirit is Thine other form,
Thyself to dwell within our heart.
By knowing Thee as Spirit, Lord,
We realize Thy life’s outflow,
Thy glory and Thy character,
And all Thy being’s wonders know.
Praise to Thy Name now floods our
heart;
There is no one as dear as Thee;
For since we know how real Thou art,
No other one could lovelier be.
8.8.8.8.
In all thy work, O Lord, Thou didst
At Calv’ry’s cross once come to rest;
Yet Thou art working still today,
But in another form expressed.
Thy saving pow’r Thou still dost show;
Thou still dost speak, enlighten, guide;
Thou and the Spirit in one stream
Sweep many in Thy living tide.
Through Him Thy power’s not withheld;
Through Him Thy working does not cease;
Thou still dost comfort and command,
Encourage, strengthen, and release.
Since Thou art with the Spirit one
His coming means that Thou hast come,
And His indwelling is Thine own,
Since Thou the Spirit hast become.
He executes within my heart
All Thy desires and Thy demands,
As for the Father here on earth
Thou hast performed all His commands.
By knowing Him we know Thyself;
Obeying Him we Thee obey;
Allowing Him ourselves to fill,
We’re filled with Thee, O wondrous way!
Thou art not far away in heav’n,
Leaving us here alone, apart;
But Thou art still on earth; how grand!
Thou livest right within my heart.
8.8.8.8.
Lord, Thou didst know when in the
flesh,
As such I’d know Thee shallowly;
Then as the Spirit Thou didst come
Within my spirit, known to be.
In flesh Redeemer mine Thou art;
As Spirit now my Comforter.
The outward touch has passed away
For inward union worthier.
Because Thou art the Spirit now,
Thyself revealing ceaselessly,
Within my spirit I may know
Thy presence and reality.
I know Thy life surpassing far
The knowledge Thy disciples had,
Although they walked and lived with Thee,
When Thou on earth in flesh wast clad.
Because Thy Spirit dwells within,
How real, O Lord, Thou art to me;
Not touched, yet more reliable,
Not seen, yet loved more fervently.
Thy Holy Spirit deep within
Supplies Thyself as righteousness,
As holiness, redemption full,
As wisdom and as fruitfulness.
Thy Spirit in my spirit now
Supplies Thyself, unites with me,
Thus I am all the time myself
And constantly am also Thee.
8.8.8.8.
Oh, Jesus, Lord, when Thou on earth
Accompanied Thy faithful band,
It seemed they knew, but knew Thee not,
Thyself they did not understand.
They heart Thy voice, beheld Thy form,
Thy beauteous stature unforgot;
They crowded ’round Thee, met Thy gaze,
But who Thou art, they knew it not.
As they of old we too are veiled;
We’ve known Thee long apparently;
Yet if we say we know, at best
We know Thee not transparently.
But as the Spirit now Thou art,
Another Comforter become;
Reveal Thyself within my heart,
Since to Thy temple Thou hast come.
With Thy blest Spirit, Lord, fill me,
Fill every corner of my soul;
May Thou inspire my every part,
Oh may Thou touch, renew the whole.
The Spirit then revealing make
Thyself more real within my heart,
That ear not hear, nor eye may see
How very real to me Thou art.
When Thou in mercy dost reveal
And give Thyself as Spirit thus,
What in the world can be more real,
More true than what Thou art to us?
Thy Spirit, Lord, in mine, I pray,
O’erflow my being as a flood,
That every part with glory shine
And everywhere be Thee and God.
How close we are in such a life,
In one is blended earth with heav’n;
Thy presence sweetly fills our souls;
Our hearts are to Thy praises giv’n.
8.8.8.8.D.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
It is the bountiful supply,
The living Spirit, causing us
Our Christ to live and magnify.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
By it in us God operates
The willing and the working too,
And all our being saturates.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
Our full salvation here is found
From murmurings, reasonings, rivalry,
That we in oneness may abound.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
The living breathing of our God!
Blameless and guileless thru the Word,
We shine as lights for Christ our Lord.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
It constitutes us all with Christ.
Then we express this glorious One
By holding forth the word of life.
Oh, how we love the precious Word!
By it we’re gaining Christ each day;
’Tis by it we in Him are found
And righteousness of faith display.
8.8.8.8.
6.5.6.5.
Speak, Lord, in the stillness,
While I wait on Thee;
Hush’d my heart to listen,
In expectancy.
Speak, O blessed Master,
In this quiet hour;
Let me see Thy face, Lord,
Feel Thy touch of power.
For the words Thou speakest,
They are life indeed;
Living bread from heaven,
Now my spirit feed!
All to Thee is yielded,
I am not my own;
Blissful, glad surrender,
I am Thine alone.
Speak, Thy servant heareth,
Be not silent, Lord;
Waits my soul upon Thee
For the quickening word.
Fill me with the knowledge
Of Thy glorious will;
All Thine own good pleasure
In Thy child fulfill.
Like a watered garden,
Full of fragrance rare,
Lingering in Thy presence,
Let my life appear.
8.8.8.8.
Lord, hast Thou not one word for me
To bind my soul more close to Thee,
That ev’ry evil I may flee;
One word, O Lord! One word from Thee?
One word, to show how weak am I
When in my strength alone I try,
In vain I toil, in vain I sigh;
One word, O Lord! One word from Thee.
One word, to show how near Thou art,
For Thou dost dwell within my heart;
And of Thy life I share a part;
One word, O Lord! One word from Thee.
One word of power, oh, let me hear,
Above the heart’s most anxious fear,
Thy still, small voice, yet deep and clear;
One word, O Lord! One word from Thee.
One word of final triumph, Lord;
Sweet hope Thy promises afford,
To dwell with Thee in sweet accord;
One word, O Lord! One word from Thee.
8.8.9.8. with chorus
8.7.8.7.7.7.
Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,
Waiting for Thy gracious word,
Longing for Thy voice that cheereth,
Master, let it now be heard.
I am list’ning, Lord, for Thee;
What hast Thou to say to me?
Often through my heart is pealing
Many another voice than Thine,
Many an unwilled echo stealing
From the walls of this Thy shrine.
Let Thy longed-for accents fall;
Muter, speak! and silence all.
Master, speak! though least and
lowest,
Let me not unheard depart;
Speak! for oh, Thou knowest
All the yearning of my heart.
Knowest all its truest need;
Speak! and make me blest indeed.
Master, speak! and make me ready,
When Thy voice is truly heard,
With obedience glad and steady,
Still to follow every word.
I am listening, Lord, for Thee:
Master, speak, oh, speak to me!
Speak to me by name, O Master,
Let me know it is to me;
Speak, that I may follow faster,
With a step more firm and free,
Where the Shepherd leads the flock,
In the shadow of the Rock!
6.4.6.4.D.
Break Thou the Bread of Life,
Dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves
Beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page
I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee,
O Living Word.
Thou art the Bread of Life,
O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth
That saveth me;
Give me to eat and live
With Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth,
For Thou art Love.
Oh, send Thy Spirit, Lord,
Now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes,
And make me see;
Show me the truth concealed
Within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed
I see the Lord.
Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,
To me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread
By Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease,
All fetters fall,
And I shall find my peace,
My All in all.
8.6.8.6.D.
Thy Word is like a storehouse, Lord,
With full provision there,
And everyone who seeks may come,
Its glorious wealth to share.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For ev’ry searcher there.
Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life’s long battle day,
All needful weapons there.
O may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its glorious riches take,
May light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there,
Thy Word my trusty sword;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.
Word of the ever living God,
Will of His glorious Son;
Without Thee how could earth be trod,
Or God and Christ be won?
Lord, grant us all aright to learn
The wisdom it imparts,
And to its heav’nly teaching turn,
With simple, child-like hearts.
8.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6.D.
We limit not the truth of God
To our poor reach of mind,
By notions of our day and sect,
Crude, partial and confined.
Now let a new and better hope
Within our hearts be stirred:
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
Who dares to bind by his dull sense
The oracles of heaven,
For all the nations, tongues and climes
And all the ages given!
The universe how much unknown!
That ocean unexplored!
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
Darkling our great forefathers went
The first steps of the way;
’Twas but the dawning yet to grow
Into the perfect day;
And grow it shall, our glorious Sun
More fervid rays afford:
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
The valleys past, ascending still,
Our souls would higher climb,
And look down from supernal heights,
On all the bygone times;
Upward we press, the air is clear,
And the sphere-music heard!
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
O Father, Son and Spirit, send
Us increase from above;
Enlarge, expand all Christian hearts
To comprehend Thy love;
And make us all go on to know
With nobler powers conferred:
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.
8.6.8.6.
7.7.7.3.
8.6.8.6.D.
All heaven waits with bated breath,
For saints on earth to pray.
Majestic angels ready stand
With swords of fiery blade.
Astounding power awaits a word,
From God’s resplendent throne
But God awaits our prayer of faith
That cries “Your will be done.”
Awake, O church, Arise and pray,
Complaining words discard.
The Spirit comes to fill your mouth
With truth, His mighty sword.
Go place your feet on Satan’s ground
And there proclaim Christ’s name,
In step with heaven’s armies march
To conquer and to reign!
Now in our hearts and on our lips
The word of faith is near;
Let heaven’s will on earth be done,
Let heaven flow from here.
Come blend your prayers with Jesus’ own
Before the Father’s throne;
And as the incense clouds ascend
God’s holy fire rains down.
Soon comes the day when with a shout
King Jesus shall appear,
And with Him all the church
From every age shall fill the air.
The brightness of His coming shall
Consume the lawless one;
As with a word the breath of God
Tears down his rebel throne.
One body here by heav’n inspired,
We seek prophetic power.
In Christ agreed one heart and voice
To speak this day and hour.
In every place where chaos rules
And evil forces brood;
Let Jesus voice speak like the roar
Of a great multitude.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.
10.9.10.9. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
.8.6.8.6.6.6.7.5.
8.7.8.7.D. with repeat
8.7.8.7.D.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
O what words I hear Him say!
Happy place—so near, so precious!
May it find me there each day!
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
I may look upon the past,
For His love has been so gracious—
It has won my heart at last.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Where can mortals be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows,
And, when weary, find sweet rest,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
There I love to weep and pray,
While I from His fullness gather
Grace and comfort every day.
Bless me, O my Savior, bless me,
As I sit low at Thy feet!
O look down in love upon me,
Let me see Thy face so sweet!
Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus,
Make me holy as He is;
May I prove I’ve been with Jesus,
Who is all my righteousness.
6.5.6.5.D.
10.10.10.10.10.10.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, I care not
how,
But stir my heart in passion for the world,
Stir me to give, to go, but most to pray;
Stir till the blood-red banner be unfurled
O’er lands that still in heathen darkness lie,
O’er deserts where no cross is lifted high.
Stir me, oh! stir me, Lord, till all my
heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these souls;
Till Thy compelling word drives me to pray;
Till Thy constraining love reach to the poles
Far north and south, in burning deep desire,
Till east and west are caught in love’s great fire.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till prayer is
pain,
Till prayer is joy, till prayer turns into praise;
Stir me, till heart and will and mind, yea, all
Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.
Stir, till I learn to pray exceedingly;
Stir, till I learn to wait expectantly.
Stir me, oh stir me, Lord, Thy heart was
stirred
By love’s intensest fire, till Thou didst give
Thine only Son, Thy best beloved One,
E’en to the dreadful cross, that I might live.
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee,
That Thou canst give Thyself again through me.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, for I can
see
Thy glorious triumph-day begin to break:
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky;
Oh, Church of Christ, arise, awake, awake.
Oh! stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day.
For night is past, our King is on His way.
7.7.7.7.
Father, let Thy kingdom come,
Let it come with living power,
Speak at length the final word,
Usher in the triumph hour.
As it came in the days of old,
In the deepest hearts of men,
When Thy martyrs died for Thee,
Let it come, O God, again.
Tyrant thrones and idol shrines,
Let them from their place be hurled;
Enter on Thy better reign,
Wear the crown of this poor world.
Oh, what long, sad years have gone,
Since Thy Church was taught this prayer;
Oh, what eyes have watched and wept
For the dawning everywhere.
Break, triumphant day of God!
Break at last our hearts to cheer;
Throbbing souls and holy songs
Wait to hail Thy dawning here.
Empires, temples, scepters, thrones,
May they all for God be won;
And, in every human heart,
Father, let Thy kingdom come.
6.6.8.6.D.
8.8.8.8.D.
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.
Sweet hour of pray’r! sweet hour of
pray’r,
The joy I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits bum
With strong desires for Thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God, my Savior, shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of pray’r.
Sweet hour of pray’r! sweet hour of
pray’r,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His grace.
I’ll cast on Him my ev’ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of pray’r.
7.6.7.6.D.
The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the Word:
From heav’n He came and sought her
To be His holy Bride;
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.
Elect from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.
’Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for evermore;
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.
Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won:
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we,
Like them, the meek and lowly,
In love may dwell with Thee.
8.8.8.8.
8.7.8.7.D.
Church of God, beloved and chosen,
Church of Christ for whom He died,
Claim thy gifts and praise the Giver,
Ye are washed and sanctified.
Sanctified by God the Father,
And by Jesus Christ His Son,
And by God the Holy Spirit,
Holy, Holy, Three in One.
By His will He sanctifieth,
By the Spirit’s power within;
By the loving hand that chasteneth
Fruits of righteousness to win;
By His truth and by His promise,
By the Word, His gift unpriced,
By His own blood, and by union
With the risen life of Christ.
Holiness by faith in Jesus,
Not by effort of thine own,
Sin’s dominion crushed and broken
By the power of grace alone,
Christ, the holiness within thee,
His own beauty on thy brow:
This shall be thy pilgrim brightness,
This thy blessed portion now.
He will sanctify thee wholly;
Body, spirit, soul shall be
Blameless till thy Savior’s coming
In His glorious majesty!
He hath perfected forever
Those whom He hath sanctified;
Spotless, glorious, and holy,
Is the Church, His chosen Bride.
8.8.8.8.8.8. with repeat
9.8.8.9. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
Saints in Christ! Why thus divided?
Christ is not divided so;
Surely all should be together,
Who the same Redeemer know.
By the same blood-shedding purchased,
Destined to the same bright Home—
Why on earth divided? Jesus
Bids you all together come.
Saints in Christ! break down the
barriers
Man has reared on every side,
Make a living Christ the Center—
Gather to the Crucified;
Let not sects and parties longer
Separate the “flock of God”—
Jesus died in one to gather
All the scattered ones abroad.
Saints in Christ! a living union
Flows but from the Living Head;
Saints, alas, are ever making
Union in the flesh instead.
Such a union Scripture knows not,
Such, its pages must disown;
God the Spirit draws to Jesus,
Him exalts and Him alone.
Saints in Christ! O, what a witness
For the Savior we should be
Were we all around Him gathered
In the “Spirit’s unity.”
What a sight for men to look on!
What a truth it would proclaim!
What a glory it would render
To our blessed Savior’s name!
Saints in Christ! soon, soon our
Master
Whom we love, from heaven will come;
And with happy shouts of triumph,
Bear us to our blissful home!
Then the Cross exchanged for Glory—
Service, for the bright reward;
Then—oh! blessed hope we shall be
ONE, “for ever with the Lord!”
6.6.6.6.8.8.
Behold how good a thing
It is to dwell in peace;
How pleasing to our King,
This fruit of righteousness;
When brethren all in one agree,
They know the joy of unity!
When all are sweetly joined
(True followers of the Lamb),
They’re one in heart and mind,
They think and speak the same;
When all in love together dwell;
The comfort is unspeakable!
Where unity is found,
The joys of heav’n we prove;
This is the gospel grace,
The unction from above;
The Spirit on all saints is shed,
Descending swift from Christ the Head.
Where unity takes place,
The sweet anointing grace
Extends to all around,
And shines from every face;
To every praising saint it comes,
And fills him with divine perfumes.
On all His chosen ones
The precious oil comes down:
Anointing as it runs,
Anointing on and on.
E’en to His skirts (the meanest name
That longs to love the bleeding Lamb).
From Aaron’s beard it rolls,
(Those nearest to His face),
The humble, trembling souls
Who know abundant grace;
The grace, the grace for all is free,
For, lo, it reaches now to me!
6.6.8.6.
7.7.7.7.
Christ, from whom all blessings flow,
Perfecting the saints below,
Hear us, who Thy nature share,
Who Thy mystic body are.
Join us, in one spirit join,
Let us still receive of Thine;
Still for more on Thee we call,
Thou who fillest all in all.
Move, and actuate, and guide:
Divers gifts to each divide;
Placed according to Thy will,
Let us all our work fulfil.
Sweetly may we all agree,
Touched with loving sympathy;
Kindly for each other care,
Every member feel its share.
Love, like death, hath all destroyed,
Rendered all distinctions void;
Names, and sects, and parties fall:
Thou, O Christ, art all in all.
8.6.8.6.
6.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6. with repeat
9.8.8.9. with chorus
8.6.8.6.D.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
15.11.15.11. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
Lord, to know Thee as the Body,
Is my desperate need today,
Oh, to see Thee in Thy member,
’Tis for this I long and pray.
No more just to know Thy headship,
In an individual way,
But to see Thee incarnated,
In Thy Body, Lord, I pray.
Through the years, Thy saints have sought
Thee,
Longing for reality;
Gazing upward, searching inward,
Thirsting for the sight of Thee.
Now reveal that Christ in heaven,
Is the Body manifest;
And the Christ who dwells within us
As the Body is expressed.
Prone to be misled, I know it,
By my lofty thoughts of Thee,
Easy ’tis for self to seek Thee,
Yet not touch reality,
Oh, how much I need to find Thee,
In Thy members here below.
God eternal dwells among us,
Manifest in flesh to know.
Limit, Lord, my independence,
Let me to Thy Body turn;
Not just seeking light from heaven,
But the church’s sense to learn.
May we be the stones for building,
Not the formless, useless clay,
Gain in us Thy heart’s desire,
Corporately Thyself display.
15.11.15.11. with chorus
6.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
9.7.9.7. with repeat
O walk about, walk about Zion,
Go round about her in love.
O walk about, walk about Zion
And count the towers thereof.
O set your heart on her bulwarks,
O set your heart on her walls,
O set your heart on her bulwarks,
Consider her palaces.
In elevation how beauteous,
The joy of all the earth!
In elevation how beauteous
Is Zion, that city of worth!
O there is a river in Zion
That flows so deep and so broad.
O how the streams of that river
Make glad the city of God!
Praise waiteth for Thee, Lord, in
Zion,
Praise waiteth, O God, for Thee,
Praise waiteth for Thee, Lord, in Zion,
For Zion is filled with Thee.
How great the Lord is in Zion,
How greatly to be praised,
How great He is in that city
Which over the earth is raised.
O bless the Lord out of Zion,
O let His praises swell,
O bless the Lord out of Zion,
Ye who in Jerusalem dwell.
The Lord bless thee out of Zion,
The Lord bless thee o’er and o’er!
The Lord bless thee out of Zion
With life for evermore!
Behold how good and how pleasant
With all the brethren to be!
Behold how good and how pleasant
To dwell in unity!
O tell it to all generations,
O tell it to all who will come,
O tell it to all generations,
The Spirit and Bride say, “Come!”
8.8.8.6. with chorus
Recall how David swore,
“I’ll not come into my house,
Nor go up to my bed,
Give slumber to my eyelids—
Until I find a place for Thee,
A place, O Lord, for Thee.”
Our mighty God desires a home
To dwell with all His own.
How blinded we have been,
Shut in with what concerns us;
While God’s house lieth waste—
Lord, break through all and turn us!
We’ll go up to the mountain,
Bring wood and build the house;
We’ll never say, “Another day!”
It’s time to come and build.
O Lord, against these days,
Inspire some for Your building,
Just as in David’s day—
A remnant who are willing
To come and work in Your house,
Oh, what a blessed charge!
Your heart’s desire, is our desire—
We give ourselves to build.
Within those whom You’d call
Put such a restless caring
For building to give all—
These times are for preparing;
The gates of hell cannot prevail
Against the builded Church!
The hours are few, the builders too—
We rise, O Lord, to build!
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
8.8.8.8.
In Revelation chapter one
God gives a vision of the Son,
Of Him who was and is to come;
Oh, let us to this One now come.
In spirit hear His trumpet voice;
We must be turned to see His choice
The seven lampstands golden fair;
The Son of Man is walking there.
The great high priestly robe He wears,
For every church He fully cares:
He trims the lamp, the oil supplies;
He makes them bum, flames in His eyes.
A golden girdle on His breast—
His work is done, and from His rest
He unto all the churches pours
Himself in love, the treasure store.
His head, His hair is white as wool
The ancient One with youth is full.
His face is shining as the sun
To burn and lighten every one.
Oh, when this living One we see,
We’ll fall as dead, we’ll finished be.
But then the Lord His comfort gives
He once was dead, but now He lives.
Let every church just love Him more
His riches then He will outpour.
All other loves now lay aside;
Let’s take this Jesus, none beside.
8.8.8.8.
In Revelation two and three,
The seven local churches see:
The lessons there for you and me
Are for the Lord’s recovery.
The words to them are words to us,
So that the church be glorious,
And all their warnings we must heed
So that the Lord can meet His need.
To Ephesus, the word is clear:
“To your first love you’re not so near;
You’ve left to work so far away;
Repent, return to Him today.”
Thus, we must all turn back to Him,
Leave other loves, for these are sin.
Oh, let us hearken to His call—
If we miss this, we’ve missed it all!
Then unto Smyrna, suffering, sore—
“You have been tried, but something more—
Be faithful unto death,” we’re told
(Not just of body but of soul).
Be faithful ’til what’s natural dies;
Your circumstances don’t despise;
The Lord has sent them all to you
To prove that your first love is true.
From Pergamos we clearly see
The world has wed Christianity!
And faithful Antipas did fall—
He dared to stand against it all.
To wed the world we all must fear:
His spoken word will save us here—
If to His speaking we give heed,
We’ll separated be indeed.
Then Thyatira comes at length:
Her mixture with the world her strength.
Fine flour leavened by the yeast,
A harlot riding on a beast.
Lord, we are mixed but hardly know;
To us this mixture fully show.
Each added thing we will refute
Until we’re wholly absolute.
And then from Sardis, we can know
Life is the way that we must go!
She says she’s living, but she’s dead;
She needs to touch the Lord instead.
Lord, take us all the way to life
To overcome the deadness rife.
Away from deadness we would flee
That full of life we’ll always be.
Now Philadelphia comes at last;
That which she has she should hold fast—
The brothers’ love, the name, the word;
This church has satisfied the Lord.
We as the brothers all are one;
We’re one by life, and life alone.
If we His word and name do keep
A glorious building God will reap.
Laodicea warns us all:
From Philadelphia some will fall.
By saying, “I am rich,” it’s then
The Lord is outside wanting in.
Lukewarmness we must ever spurn
And in the spirit always bum,
The inward life experience gain,
And pay the price with Him to reign.
Lord, shine Your light on us today
That we may fully go Your way;
Anoint our eyes and let us see
So You can have recovery.
8.7.8.7.D.
Glorious things to thee are spoken,
Philadelphia, church of love.
These things saith the One who’s holy,
He who’s real speaks from above;
He that has the key of David,
Who the kingdom’s entrance won,
“I will open, no man shutteth”—
He has spoken; it is done.
Hallelujah, Philadelphia,
Thine are works that please the Lord.
Strength thou hast, though just a little
And hast kept His living Word.
Thou His holy name denied not,
But confessed it here below—
Lo, a door is set before thee,
Through which none but thee can go.
Thou, beloved Philadelphia,
Dost His Word of patience keep.
From the hour of trial He’ll save thee,
Which o’er all the world shall sweep.
Troublers too shall know He loves thee;
They to thee must then bow down.
“Hold thou fast, for I come quickly,
That no man may take thy crown.”
Hallelujah, overcomers,
“In the temple of My God,
I will build them in as pillars,
Nevermore to go abroad.”
God’s own name is written on them
And the new name of the Lord.
With the triune God they’re blended;
They’re the city of our God.
Hallelujah, out of heaven,
Comes the New Jerusalem:
Gates of pearl and walls of jasper,
Mingled with each precious gem.
Philadelphia, Philadelphia,
Has become His Bride so dear.
Now the Spirit in the churches
Speaks to all who have an ear.
8.7.8.7.
Oh, the Lord is quickly coming,
He has spoken in His word;
And confirmed it by the churches,
For His Spirit we have heard.
Not to all the seven churches
Did the Lord speak in this way;
To the church in Philadelphia
Did He choose these words to say.
Philadelphia, Philadelphia,
Church so full of brotherly love,
You’re the church to bring the Bridegroom
Back to earth from heav’n above.
He that hath the key of David,
He that shuts and opens too,
Knows thy works, O Philadelphia;
That’s why you’re His Bride so true.
Not so strong by worldly standards,
Hidden from religion’s fame;
Jesus loves you, Philadelphia,
For you’re faithful to His name.
By His Word you’re overcoming—
How the Amen does resound!
Just hold fast to what you’ve gotten,
That no man may take your crown.
You have kept His Word of patience;
He will keep you from that hour
Which upon the whole world cometh
When the Lord comes in His power.
““I come quickly,” Philadelphia,
Speaks the Lord to none but you; “Amen!
Quickly come, Lord Jesus”,
Answer back His faithful few.
7.6.7.6.D.
Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus,
In spirit here we stand,
With hearts all full of praises,
To keep Thy blest command:
Our souls by faith rejoicing,
To trace Thy path of love,
Down through death’s angry billows,
Up to the throne above.
Lord Jesus! we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When through Thy love’s deep pity,
The waves did o’er Thee roll;
Baptized in death’s dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us Thou, Lord of Glory,
Wast numbered with the dead.
O Lord! Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o’er;
For sin Thou once hast suffered,
Thou liv’st to die no more;
Sin, death and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the Church’s Head;
And lo! we share Thy triumphs,
Thou first-born from the dead.
Unto Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen,
And shall be glorified.
From sin, the world, and Satan.
We’re ransomed by Thy blood.
And here would walk as strangers.
Alive with Thee to God.
8.8.8.8.
Is it Thy will that I should be
Buried, in symbol, Lord, with Thee;
Owning Thee by this solemn sign,
Telling the world that I am Thine?
Gladly I yield obedience now;
In all things to Thy will I’d bow;
I’ll follow where my Savior led,
And humbly in His footsteps tread.
This emblematic, watery grave
Shows forth His love—who came to save;
And as I enter it, I see
The price my Savior paid for me.
Forth from Thy burial, Lord, I come,
For Thou hast triumphed o’er the tomb;
Thy resurrection life I share—
My portion is no longer here.
Oh, may I count myself to be
Dead to the sins that wounded Thee,
Dead to the pleasures of this earth,
Unworthy of my heav’nly birth.
Lord Jesus, when I gaze on Thee,
And all Thy radiant glory see,
That joy will far exceed the shame
I bear on earth for Thy loved name.
8.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.
12.11.12.12.
9.8.8.9. with chorus
How enjoyable Thy table, Lord!
As we fellowship around it,
Hallelujah, we have found it,
How enjoyable Thy table, Lord!
Oh, how precious is Thy table, Lord—
Bread and wine Thy death announcing;
Here our soul-life we’re renouncing,
By partaking of Thy table, Lord.
How significant Thy table, Lord—
We Thy Body in the loaf seen,
Object of Thy love bespeaking;
How significant Thy table, Lord!
How refreshing is Thy table, Lord—
So completely satisfying,
Day by day our need supplying;
How refreshing is Thy table, Lord.
How encouraging Thy table, Lord
“Till He come,” its promise giving
Hope, to fill our daily living;
How encouraging Thy table, Lord!
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
According to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember Thee.
Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.
Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,
I must remember Thee—
Remember Thee and all Thy pains
And all Thy love to me;
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
I will remember Thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.
8.7.8.7.D.
Jesus spreads His banner o’er us,
Cheers our famished souls with food;
He the banquet spread before us,
Of His mystic flesh and blood.
Precious banquet, bread of heaven,
Wine of gladness, flowing free;
May we taste it, kindly given,
In remembrance Lord, of Thee.
In Thy holy incarnation,
When the angels sang Thy birth;
In Thy fasting and temptation,
In Thy labors on the earth,
In Thy trial and rejection,
In Thy suff’rings on the tree,
In Thy glorious resurrection,
May we, Lord, remember Thee.
In Thy wondrous crucifixion
Shunned by God, condemned by man.
Thou didst purchase our redemption,
Bridge in love the dreadful span.
Now to heav’n Thou hast ascended.
There for us to intercede;
Coming soon in glory splendid—
Blest remembrance, Lord, of Thee.
8.7.8.7.D.
Jesus, Lord, we know Thee present
At Thy table freshly spread,
Seated at Thy priceless banquet
With Thy banner overhead.
Precious moments at Thy table,
From all fear and doubt set free;
Here to rest, so sweetly able,
Occupied alone with Thee.
Here rejoicing in Thy nearness,
Gladly by Thy Spirit led;
Calmly in the blest remembrance
Of Thyself, Thy blood once shed.
Lord, we take each simple token
In fond memory of Thee,
Muse upon Thy body broken
And Thy blood shed on the tree.
Oh, what joy it is to see Thee,
In these chosen emblems here;
In the bread and wine of blessing—
Bread to strengthen, wine to cheer!
Lord, behold us met together,
One in Thee, our risen Head,
Thus we take the cup of blessing,
Thus we share the broken bread.
Lord, we know how true Thy promise
To be with us where we meet,
When in Thy loved name we gather
To enjoy communion sweet;
Dearer still that looked-for promise
To each waiting, yearning heart,
That with Thee we soon shall be, Lord,
Yes, “forever” where Thou art.
7.6.7.6.D.
On that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around Thee joined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Savior,
“This do, remember me”,
With grateful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.
The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could e’er conceive,
The cup of wrath overflowing
For us Thou didst receive;
And, oh, of God forsaken
On the accursed tree;
With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus,
We now remember Thee.
We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows,
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.
We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The Church’s glorious Head.
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.
Till Thou shalt come in glory,
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
While we remember Thee.
6.6.8.6.
Sweet feast of love divine!
’Tis grace that makes us free
To feed upon this bread and wine,
In mem’ry, Lord, of Thee.
Here every welcome guest
Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn
The secrets of Thy Father’s breast,
And all Thy grace discern.
Here conscience ends its strife,
And faith delights to prove
The sweetness of the Bread of Life,
The fullness of Thy love.
That blood that flowed for sin
In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessed pledge within
That we are loved of Thee.
O if this glimpse of love
Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,
Thy gladdening smile to meet!
To see Thee face to face,
Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare.
10.10.10.10.
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to
face;
Here faith can touch and handle things unseen;
Here would I grasp with firmer hand Thy grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
Here would I feed upon the Bread of
God;
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heav’n;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load;
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiv’n.
I have no help but Thine; nor do I
need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
This is the hour of banquet and of
song;
This is the heav’nly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong
The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.
Too soon we rise; the symbols
disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever still our Shield and Sun.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes
by,
Yet passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal-feast of bliss and love.
7.7.7.6.
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.
Only bread and only wine,
Yet to faith, the solemn sign
Of the heav’nly and divine!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
For the words that turn our eye
To the cross of Calvary,
Bidding us in faith draw nigh,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
For the words that fragrance breathe
These plain symbols underneath,
Words that His own peace bequeath,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
For Thy words in Spirit shown,
For Thy will to us made known.
“Do ye this until I come,”
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
Till He come we take the bread,
Type of Him on whom we feed,
Him who liveth and was dead!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
Till He come we take the cup;
As we at His table sup,
Eye and heart are lifted up!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
For that coming, here foreshown,
For that day to man unknown,
For the glory and the throne,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.
7.8.7.8. with chorus
9.9.10.10.7.
10.8.10.8.8.8.10.8.
8.8.8.8.D.
We have a most glorious King;
The heavens, He says, are His throne;
All worlds are His mighty domain,
All kingdoms His scepter shall own.
He dwells with His people below,
He loves in their trials to share;
We dwell with the King I His work,
His burden we willingly bear.
I’m dwelling with Jesus my King;
I’ve found where He dwells with His own;
I’ve opened the door of my heart;
He’s made it His temple and throne.
Like Mary I sit at His feet,
Like John I recline on His breast;
His presence is fullness of joy,
His bosom is infinite rest.
I dwell with the King for His work,
I’ve part in His glorious plan
To bring in His kingdom to earth
And tell His salvation to man.
The world has its work and rewards,
I count them but folly and loss;
My business is only His work,
My message is only His cross.
I dwell with the King for His work,
The work, it is His and not mine;
He plans and prepares it for me
And fills me with power divine.
So duty is changed to delight,
And prayer into praise as I sing;
I dwell with my King for His work
And work in the strength of my King.
We’ll dwell with the King for His work
And work thru each day of the year.
Perhaps ere it passes, the King
In glory Himself shall appear.
Oh, then in some closer embrace,
Oh, then in some nobler employ
We’ll dwell with the King for His work
In endless, ineffable joy!
8.8.8.8.
8.8.8.8.
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children lost and lone.
O lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
O strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
O give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from Thee
To weary ones in needful hour.
O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share!
6.6.6.6.D.
Shine Thou upon us, Lord,
True Light of men, today,
And through the written Word
Thy very self display;
That so from hearts which burn
With gazing on Thy face,
Thy little ones may learn
The wonders of Thy grace.
Breathe Thou upon us, Lord,
Thy Spirit’s living flame,
That so with one accord
Our lips may tell Thy name;
Give Thou the hearing ear,
Fix Thou the wandering thought,
That those we teach may hear
The great things Thou hast wrought.
Speak Thou for us, O Lord,
In all we say of Thee;
According to Thy Word
Let all our teaching be;
That so Thy lambs may know
Their own true Shepherd’s voice,
Where’er He leads them go,
And in His love rejoice.
Live Thou within us, Lord;
Thy mind and will be ours;
Be Thou beloved, adored,
And served with all our powers;
That so our lives may teach
Thy children what Thou art,
And plead, by more than speech,
For Thee with every heart.
8.7.8.7.D.
11.10.11.10.
Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly
vessel,
Cleansed by Thy blood, and quickened at Thy call.
Flow through me, Lord, all utterly abandoned,
To Thy dear service, great, or high, or small.
Flow through me, Lord, with overflowing
fullness,
Make me to know Thine own deep love for souls.
Work in me, Lord, the faith that moveth mountains,
As power, Almighty power, my being holds.
Flow through me, Lord, till sin in all its
blackness
To captives bound by Satan is revealed.
Flow through me, Lord, till hearts are stricken, broken,
And in Thy cleansing fountain saved and healed.
Flow through me, Lord, till lagging souls
are quickened,
Till lives of failure sing the victory song,
Till praise from lips long dumb and silent, open,
And join with rapture earth’s glad, cleansed throng.
Flow through me, Lord, till waters from Thy
fountain
Shall slake the thirst of souls in deserts drear.
Flow through me, Lord, till and places blossom
With roses fresh and sweet, and wondrous fair.
Flow through me, Lord, set all my
heart-strings thrilling,
With Thine own love, so matchless, perfect, free.
Flow through me, Lord, till naught in earth or heaven,
Can satisfy my being, Lord, but Thee.
7.7.7.7.
7.6.7.6.D.
Work, for the Day is coming,
Day in the Word foretold,
When, ’mid the scenes triumphant,
Long’d for by saints of old,
He, who on earth a stranger
Travers’d its paths of pain,
Jesus, the Prince, the Savior,
Comes evermore to reign.
Work, for the Day is coming,
Darkness will soon be gone;
Then o’er the night of weeping
Day without end shall dawn,
What now we sow in sadness
Then we shall reap in joy;
Hope will be chang’d to gladness,
Praise be our blest employ.
Work for the Day is coming,
Made for the saints of light;
Off with the garments dreary,
On with the armor bright:
Soon will the strife be ended,
Soon all our toils below:
Not to the dark we’re tending,
But to the Day we go.
Work, for the Lord is coming,
Children of light are we:
From Jesus’ bright appearing,
Powers of darkness flee.
Out of the mist, at His bidding.
Souls like the dew are born:
O’er all the East are spreading
Tints of the rosy morn.
Work, then, the Day is coming,
No time for sighing now;
Prize for the race awaits thee,
Wreaths for the victor’s brow.
Now morning Light is breaking,
Soon will the Day appear;
Night shades appall no longer,
Jesus, our Lord, is near.
8.8.8.8.
Go labor on; spend, and be spent;
Thy joy to do the Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go, labor on: ’tis not for nought;
Thy earthly loss is heav’nly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises, what are men?
Go, labor on; your hands are weak,
Your knees are faint, your souls cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near, a kingdom and a crown.
Go, labor on while it is day,
The world’s dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away,
It is not thus that souls are won.
Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.
Press on, faint not, keep watch and
pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.
Press on, and in thy work rejoice;
For work comes rest, the prize thus won;
Soon shalt thou hear the Master’s voice,
The midnight cry, Behold, I come!
7.6.7.5.D.
7.7.7.7.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.8.8.8.8.8.
Lord, in Thy presence we are met,
A full salvation to proclaim,
To testify of grace received,
Or offered now in Jesus’ name;
Dear Lord, to Thee our spirits cry,
Our ev’ry longing satisfy.
We ask Thee, Lord, for Thou art here,
Make this a Pentecostal hour,
When hung’ring souls from Thee receive
Pardon, or purity, or pow’r;
Unstop deaf ears, let blind eyes see,
Bring souls into Thy liberty.
Thou knowest sin-sick souls are here,
Sick with depravity within,
Restless, discouraged, weary ones,
And Thou art here to cleanse from sin;
Oh, speak the word ““I will, be whole;””
And save and sanctify each soul.
Grant to Thy servants boldness now,
That faithfully they speak Thy Word,
By stretching forth Thy hand to heal,
Let signs and wonders from the Lord
Here in our midst to-day be done.
So, Father, glorify Thy Son.
We wait according to Thy Word,
Lord, let it to Thy servants be;
May nothing, self, pride, prejudice
Or unbelief, still hinder Thee;
Bless’d Spirit, have unhindered way
In yielded hearts and lives today.
11.10.11.10.
8.8.8.6.
10.6.10.6. with chorus
8.8.8.8.D.
8.7.8.7.D.
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 naught can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
Forever and forever.
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 He gave me.
Naught that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver;
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His forever.
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, or earth or hell?
No, I am His forever.
7.7.7.7.D.
Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit, breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so.
Oh, this full and perfect peace!
Oh, this transport all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.
Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen:
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flow’rs with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.
Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast.
Oh, to lie forever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear.
I am His, and He is mine.
His forever, only His:
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart.
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline;
But, while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.
6.6.9.6.
Come and rejoice with me!
For once my heart was poor,
And I have found a treasury
Of love, a boundless store.
Come and rejoice with me!
I, once so sick at heart,
Have met with One who knows my case,
And knows the healing art.
Come and rejoice with me!
For I was wearied sore,
And I have found a mighty arm
Which holds me evermore.
Come and rejoice with me!
My feet so wide did roam,
One has brought me from afar,
To find in Him my home.
Come and rejoice with me!
For I have found a Friend
Who knows my heart’s most secret depths,
Yet loves me without end.
I knew not of His love;
And He had loved so long,
With love so faithful and so deep,
So tender and so strong.
And now I know it all,
Have heard and known His voice,
And hear it still from day to day.
Can I enough rejoice?
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
10.10.9.6. with chorus
11.10.11.10. with chorus
10.10.10.10. with chorus
12.11.12.11. with chorus
8.8.8.8.8.8. with repeat
And can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
’Tis mystery all! The immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love Divine!
’Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness Divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
8.8.8.8.
Cleansed in our Savior’s precious
Blood,
Filled with the fullness of our God,
Walking by faith the path He trod,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Leaning our heads on Jesus’ breast,
Knowing the joy of that sweet rest,
Finding in Him the chief, the best,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Kept by His pow’r from day to day,
Held by His hand, we cannot stray,
Glory to glory all the way,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Living in us His own pure life,
Giving us rest from inward strife,
From strength to strength, from death to life,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
O what a Savior we have found;
Well may we make the world resound
With one continual joyous sound,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
8.7.8.7.
8.7.8.7.D.
Long my yearning heart was striving
To obtain this precious rest;
But, when all my struggles ended,
Simply trusting, I was blessed.
Trusting, trusting every moment;
Feeling now the blood applied;
Lying in the cleansing fountain,
Dwelling in my Savior’s side.
Consecrated to Thy service,
I will live and die to Thee;
I will witness to Thy glory,
Of salvation, full and free.
Yes, I will stand up for Jesus,
He has sweetly saved my soul,
Cleansed my soul from sin’s corruption,
Sanctified, and made me whole.
Glory to the Lord who bought me,
Glory for His saving power;
Glory to the Lord who keeps me,
Glory, glory evermore!
10.10.10.12. with chorus
8.8.8.8.
Jesus,Thy blood and righteousness.
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e’en for my soul, was shed.
Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full redemption made.
Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, by Thee, absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
Its glory is forever new.
Thou God of power, Thou God of love,
Let many more, Thy mercy prove;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord, our Righteousness.
8.8.8.8. with chorus
6.6.6.6. with chorus
6.6.6.6.8.8.
Arise, my soul, arise!
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears.
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
He ever lives above
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead.
His blood was shed for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers;
They strongly speak for me.
Forgive Him, Oh, forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die!
The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of His Son.
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child,
I can no longer fear.
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
8.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6.
9.8.9.8. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.6.8.6.D.
O Jesus Lord, we come to Thee,
Thy presence to enjoy
Our entrance now with boldness is,
As we Thy blood employ.
Not by our merit do we stand,
Nor in our righteousness,
Thy blood and righteousness we need;
Their worth we now confess.
Thy judgments, Lord, we must admit,
Are holy, righteous, good.
We own our sins as crimson are,
We need Thy cleansing blood.
We have no argument, no plea;
No veil our sin can hide.
But, praise Thee, Lord, Thy precious blood
Is to our sin applied!
God has not overlooked our sin,
But judged it once for all;
His righteous fury, not on us,
But on His Lamb did fall.
A new and living way is made—
We stand on legal ground;
Our Surety and our Substitute
Has pardon for us found.
Jesus Lord, we worship Thee,
Redemption now enjoy;
Thy precious blood again we see,
Its virtue now employ.
Dear Lord, Thy mercy is so vast,
Unlimited and free.
Oh, Lamb of God, we’ll sing Thy praise,
Through all eternity!
9.10.9.9. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
8.8.8.8.
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.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart;
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.
Behold Him there, the risen Lamb!
My perfect, spotless Righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace.
One with Himself, I cannot die;
My soul is purchased by His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Savior and my God.
8.8.8.8.D.
8.6.8.6.D.
10.9.10.9. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
10.9.10.9. with chorus
6.6.8.6.
I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.
’Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah’s Name,
’Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.
The clouds may go and come,
And storms may sweep my sky;
This blood-sealed friendship changes not,
The Cross is ever nigh.
My love is ofttimes low,
My joy still ebbs and flows,
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change my Savior knows.
I change, He changes not;
The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting-place,
His truth, not mine, the tie.
The Cross still stands unchanged,
Though heaven is now His home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
But yonder is His tomb!
And yonder is my peace,
The grave of all my woes!
I know the Son of God has come,
I know He died and rose.
I know He liveth now
At God’s right hand above;
I know the throne on which He sits,
I know His truth and love!
12.8.12.8. with chorus
8.8.8.8. with chorus
11.10.7.7.10. with chorus
10.9.1 0.9.D.
10.10.9.9. with chorus
6.6.8.6. with chorus
6.6.6.6. with chorus
9.6.9.8. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.8.8.6. with chorus
7.6.7.6.7.6.12. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.
Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He to save my soul from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
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.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart, Oh, take and seal it
With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.
9.9.9.4. with chorus
8.7.8.7.8.7.
Full salvation! Full salvation!
Lo, the fountain opened wide,
Streams through ev’ry land and nation
From the Savior’s wounded side.
Full Salvation! Full salvation!
Streams an endless crimson tide,
Oh, the glorious revelation!
See the cleansing current flow,
Washing stains of condemnation
Whiter than the driven snow:
Full salvation! Full salvation!
Oh, the rapturous bliss to know.
Love’s resistless current sweeping
All the regions deep within;
Thought, and wish, and senses keeping
Now, and every instant, clean:
Full salvation! Full salvation!
From the guilt and power of sin.
Life immortal, Christ descending,
Lo! my heart the Spirit’s shrine:
God and man in oneness blending,
Oh, what fellowship is mine!
Full salvation! Full salvation!
Raised in Christ to life divine!
Care and doubting, gloom and sorrow,
Fear and shame are mine no more;
Faith knows naught of dark tomorrow,
For my Savior goes before:
Full salvation! Full salvation!
Full and free for evermore!
11.11.11.8. with chorus
11.7.11.7. with chorus
8.6.8.6.D.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Come unto Me, and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast.”
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water: thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy days be bright.”
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that Light of life I’ll walk
Till trav’lling days are done.
12.8.2.9. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
8.8.8.8.D.
9.7.9.7. with chorus
9.7.10.7. with chorus
6.6.8.8.6.6. with chorus
9.6.8.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
10.10.10.10. with chorus
11.8.11.9. with chorus
Though Satan should buffet, though trials
should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin—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!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to
live;
If dark hours about me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
And, Lord, haste the day when the faith
shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”—it is well with my soul.
9.8.9.6.8.8.8.7. with chorus
6.6.8.6.6. with chorus
11.8.11.8. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
8.10.10.10.
Wounded for me, wounded for me,
There on the cross He was wounded for me;
Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,
All because Jesus was wounded for me.
Dying for me, dying for me,
There on the cross He was dying for me;
Now in His death my redemption I see,
All because Jesus was dying for me.
Risen for me, risen for me,
Up from the grave He has risen for me;
Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,
All because Jesus has risen for me.
Living for me, living for me,
Up in the skies He is living for me;
Daily He’s pleading and praying for me,
All because Jesus is living for me.
Coming for me, coming for me,
Soon in the air He is coming for me;
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,
Oh, how I praise Him! He’s coming for me.
11.11.11.11.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the
Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?
“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not
dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
“When through the deep waters I call thee to
go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall
lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
“E’en down to old age all My people shall
prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for
repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!”
11.11.11.9. with chorus
10.10.10.10.
Thy mighty love, O God, constraineth
me,
As some strong tide it preseth on its way,
Seeking a channel in my self-bound soul,
Yearning to sweep all barriers away.
Shall I not yield to that constraining
power?
Shall I not say, O tide of love, flow in?
My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me,
Life cannot be as it hath hither been.
Break through my nature, mighty heavenly
love,
Clear every avenue of thought and brain,
Flood my affections, purify my will,
Let nothing but Thine own pure life remain.
Thus wholly mastered and possessed by
God,
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free,
Shall flow a stream of tenderness and grace,
Loving, because God loved, eternally.
10.6.10.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with repeat
6.4.6.4.6.6.4.4.
More love to Thee, O Christ,
More love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee.
Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek,
Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
Let sorrow do its work,
Send grief and pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
Then shall my latest breath
Whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.
11.11.11.11.
Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art
mine;
For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou,
If ever I lov’d Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
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;
If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in
death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
In ages eternal of endless delight
I’ll ever adore Thee in glory so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
Oh, who’s like our Jesus? He’s all we
desire!
His love draws us near sets our spirits afire!
We cannot but love Him As one we proclaim: “Lord
Jesus, we love Thee exalt Thy dear name!”
O Jesus, our Jesus, with Thee we are
blest—
Our Life, our Enjoyment, our Peace and our Rest:
Thy name be our theme, and Thy love be our song;
Thy love has inspired both our heart and our tongue!
O Jesus, our Jesus, how can we express
Thy dearness, so precious, and Thy loveliness?
When we see Thy beauty, all else fades away—
All shadows must flee at the breaking of day!
We love Thee, we love Thee, we love Thee, O
Lord.
We love Thee, our Jesus, we love Thee, our God!
We love Thee, we love Thee, and that Thou dost know;
As we’re in Thy presence, love for Thee will grow!
10.6.10.6.10.10.
7.7.7.7.D. with chorus
9.7.9.7. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?
God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor’s scorn?
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health’s eternal spring.
8.8.8.8.
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, all in all!
We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain-head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill!
Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where’er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see
Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast.
O Lord, be Thou our strength and stay!
Make all our moments calm and bright,
Chase all dark thoughts of sin away,
Shed o’er us here Thy holy light.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
10.10.10.10.
6.4.6.4. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
Love Divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav’n, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, Thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
Come, Almighty, to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
May Thy presence e’er be with us,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thou wouldst approve,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.
Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory
Till with Thee we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.
6.6.6.6. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.8.8.8.8.8.
Lord Jesus, Thou who only art
The endless source of purest joy,
O come and fill this longing heart;
May nought but Thee my tho’ts employ.
Teach me on Thee to fix my eye,
For none but Thee can satisfy.
The joys of earth can never fill
The heart that’s tasted of Thy love;
No portion would I seek until
I reign with Thee, my Lord, above,
When I shall gaze upon Thy face,
And know more fully all Thy grace,
When from Thy radiant throne on high
Thou didst my fall and ruin see,
Thou cam’st on earth for me to die,
That I might share that throne with Thee.
Loved with an everlasting love,
My hopes, my joys are all above.
O, what is all that earth can give?
I’m called to share in God’s own joy;
Dead to the world, in Thee I live,
In Thee I’ve bliss without alloy:
Well may I earthly joys resign;
All things are mine, and I am Thine!
Till Thou shalt come to take me home,
Be this my one ambition, Lord,
Self, sin, the world, to overcome,
Fast clinging to Thy faithful word;
More of Thyself each day to know,
And more into Thine image grow.
8.8.6.8.8.6.
O Love divine, how sweet Thou art,
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee?
My thirsty spirit faints to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
Stronger His love than death and hell,
Its riches are unsearchable:
The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and height.
God only knows the love of God;
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart;
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better part.
Oh, that I could forever sit
Like Mary, at the Master’s feet;
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my rest on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.
7.7.7.5.
Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost,
Taught by You, we covet most,
Of Your gifts at Pentecost,
Holy heavenly love.
Faith that mountains could remove,
Tongues of earth or heaven above,
Knowledge, all things, empty prove
Without heavenly love.
Love is kind, and suffers long,
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong,
Love than death itself more strong:
Therefore give us love.
Though I as a martyr bleed,
Give my goods the poor to feed,
All is vain if love I need;
Therefore give me love.
Prophecy will fade away
Melting in the light of day;
Love will ever with us stay:
Therefore give us love.
Faith, and hope, and love we see
Joining hand in hand, agree;
But the greatest of the three,
And the best, is love.
8.8.8.8.8.8.
O Lord, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
Oh, knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there;
Thine wholly, Thine alone I am;
Lord, with Thy love my heart inflame.
Oh, grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell but Thy pure love alone;
Oh, may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown;
All coldness from my heart remove;
May every act, word, thought, be love.
O Love, how cheering is Thy ray,
All pain before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er Thy healing beams arise;
Lord Jesus, nothing may I see,
And naught desire, or seek, but Thee.
9.9.10.10.6. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
Nor creed, nor form, nor word,
Nor holy Church, nor human love,
Compare with Thee, my Lord!
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
Thy love has conquered me;
Beneath Thy Cross I die to self,
And live alone to Thee.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
My inmost being fill;
So shall I think as Thou dost think,
And will as Thou dost will.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
Thy life transfigure mine;
And through this veil of mortal flesh,
Lord, let Thy splendor shine.
Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ,
My soul exults in Thee;
To be Thy slave, to do Thy will,
Is my felicity.
10.10.10.10.
Abide with me! fast falls the
eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little
day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of
kings;
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing
hour:
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to
bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
8.6.8.6.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Let me Thy glory see,
Draw my soul close to Thee,
Then speak in love to me—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Let not earth’s din and noise
Stifle Thy still small voice;
In it let me rejoice—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Nothing of earthly care,
Nothing of tear or prayer,
No robe that self may wear—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Unbelief disappear,
Vanish each doubt and fear,
Fading when Thou art near—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Shine with unclouded ray,
Chasing each mist away,
O’er my whole heart bear sway—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Thus may I walk with Thee,
Thee only may I see,
Thine only let me be—
Nothing between.
Nothing between, Lord, nothing
between;
Till Thine eternal light,
Rising on earth’s dark night,
Bursts on my open sight—
Nothing between.
8.7.8.7.D.
11.11.11.11.D.
Lord Jesus, I long in Thy presence to
live,
From morning to evening my one world Thou art;
O let not my heart be contented or rest
When loving or seeking what with Thee doth part.
Each moment, each day, throughout suff’ring and pain,
When nought in the world can give comfort or cheer,
When sighing and weeping encompasses me,
Lord, still all my sighing and wipe ev’ry tear.
Each time when I dream of the goodness of
life,
I pray Thee, dear Lord, that Thou in it may be;
O do not allow me to choose by myself,
Or seek any pleasure that’s other than Thee.
Each night when alone in the stillness I lie,
I pray Thee, Lord Jesus, that Thou wilt be near;
Each morning ere dawn comes, while still in my sleep,
Then whispering call me and open my ear.
Each time, Lord, when reading in Thy holy
Word,
I pray that Thy glory may shine on each line,
That clearly I’ll see what a Savior I have
And how great salvation that Thou hast made mine.
When helpless I come, Lord, to kneel at Thy throne,
I pray Thee to hear me and grant me Thy grace;
If thru my shortcomings Thou hear not my prayer,
Withdraw not Thy presence, O hide not Thy face.
Each time when of heavenly blessings I
think,
O let my heart long to be raptured to Thee;
My only hope here is Thy coming again,
My only joy there, Lord, Thy presence will be.
Lord, teach me each day in Thy presence to live,
From morning to evening my one world Thou art;
O let not my heart be contented or rest
When loving or seeking what with Thee doth part.
9.10.9.10.10.
Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy
heart,
Draw me, my Savior, so precious Thou art;
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast,
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”
Shelter me safe in that “Haven of Rest.”
Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an off’ring to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.
Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be
Thine,
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign;
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.
Nearer, still nearer, while life shall
last,
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Thro’ endless ages, ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee,
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
Thou my everlasting Portion,
More than friend or life to me,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
All along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, let me walk with Thee.
Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
Not for fame my prayer shall be;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
Lead me through the vale of shadows,
Bear me o’er life’s fitful sea;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.
7.7.7.8.D.
10.7.10.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
6.6.4.6.6.6.4.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Savior Divine;
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.
While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream,
Shall o’er me roll;
Blest Savior, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.
6.6.6.6.
7.6.7.6.D.
O Bread to pilgrims given,
O Food for saints to eat,
O Manna sent from heaven,
For heav’n-born natures meet;
Give us, for Thee long pining,
To eat till richly filled;
Till, earth’s delights resigning,
Our ev’ry wish is stilled.
O Water, life bestowing,
From out the Savior’s heart,
A fountain purely flowing,
A fount of love Thou art.
Oh, let us, freely tasting,
Our burning thirst assuage;
Thy sweetness, never wasting,
Avails from age to age.
Jesus, this feast receiving,
We Thee unseen adore;
Thy faithful word believing,
We take, and doubt no more.
Give us, Thou tree and loving,
On earth to live in Thee;
Then, God the veil removing,
Thy glorious face to see.
7.6.7.6.D.
O God, we seek Your pleasure,
A vision of the Son,
Of that real living Person,
Your dear beloved One!
For He is God embodied,
And He is God expressed;
The Triune God in fullness
In Him is manifest.
Now we would leave our own thoughts,
The veils upon our mind,
Removing all the layers
Which long have kept us blind.
Our God is always shining,
The Bible’s full of light,
But we’ve been thickly covered
From radiancy so bright.
Lord, bind the god of this age!
We turn our hearts to You.
None other do we worship;
With all beside we’re through.
We’ve only hearts for You, Lord;
Your grace has captured us.
Oh, fill our hearts with vision,
Inward, yet glorious.
O Father, how we praise You—
We have Your precious Word!
So full of revelation
That we may see the Lord.
May we pray o’er the verses
And with the saints pursue,
Then get a revelation,
And all Your glory view.
’Tis by our full obedience,
Our heart turned to the Lord,
Our mind set on the spirit
And praying o’er His Word,
That God gives in His pleasure
A vision of His Son,
Revealing Him within us,
His dear beloved One.
9.9.9.10. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
O Father of glorify, now grant unto me
A spirit of wisdom, a spirit to see;
O give unto me the full knowledge of Him,
Enlightn’ing the eyes of my heart deep within.
O show me that Christ is the hope of Thy
call—
O glorious hope, Christ will fill all in all!
Reveal Him—the riches of glory in us—
As God’s own inheritance. How glorious!
O God of our Lord Jesus, let me
perceive
Th’ exceeding great pow’r unto us who believe,
The power that raised Christ, Thy Son, from the dead
And made Him o’er all, to His Body, the Head.
O God, Thou hast wrought all this pow’r into
Christ,
Who now lives in me as my Person, my life.
O grant revelation, dear Father, to see
This transcending pow’r is a Person in me.
O Christ is the hope, He’s the glory and
power;
So Christ I must take as my Person each hour.
Then in me such power will be exercised,
My hope and God’s glory will be realized.
6.6.8.6.
8.8.8.8. with chorus
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
11.10.11.10.
9.10.9.10.10.
8.7.8.7.D.
Live Thyself, Lord Jesus, through me,
For my very life art Thou;
Thee I take to all my problems
As the full solution now.
Live Thyself, Lord Jesus, through me,
In all things Thy will be done;
I but a transparent vessel
To make visible the Son.
Consecrated is Thy temple,
Purged from every stain and sin;
May Thy flame of glory now be
Manifested from within.
Let the earth in solemn wonder
See my body willingly
Offered as Thy slave obedient,
Energized alone by Thee.
Every moment, every member,
Girded, waiting Thy command;
Underneath the yoke to labor
Or be laid aside as planned.
When restricted in pursuing,
No disquiet will beset;
Underneath Thy faithful dealing
Not a murmur or regret.
Ever tender, quiet, restful,
Inclinations put away,
That Thou may for me choose freely
As Thy finger points the way.
Live Thyself, Lord Jesus, through me.
For my very life art Thou;
Thee I take to all my problems
As the full solution now.
6.6.6.6.D.
7.7.7.7.
7.7.7.7. with chorus
7.7.7.7.7.7.
8.6.8.6.D.
Lord, teach us how to pray,
Not as the nations do in vain,
But turn us from our way,
And cause us, Lord, to call on You each day—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Lord, You’re the seed of life;
You’ve sown Yourself into our heart,
And now You have a start;
So day by day more life to us impart—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Lord Jesus, soften us;
You know the source from which we came.
By calling on Your name,
Lord, let no earth unturned nor rocks remain—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Lord, how Your light makes clear
That we could not but e’er fail You;
Yet there’s a message true,
The seed of life within us will break through—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Make us in spirit poor;
Lord, take whate’er we think we know.
We’ll open to life’s flow,
And thus take in the life that makes us grow—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Lord, make us pure in heart;
For we’ll not be content until
You all our being fill,
O Lord, renew our mind, emotion, will—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Yes, Lord, impress our heart
That we must take You in each day;
The seed will have its way;
Your growing brings the kingdom here to stay—
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
Amen!—The growth in life!
There’s nothing that Your life can’t do;
Our every part renew.
We’ll make it, we’ll make it just by You.
Lord Jesus, grow in us.
8.8.8.8.D.
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
10.9.10.9.D.
11.11.11.11. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
Search me, O God, my actions try,
And let my life appear
As seen by thine all-searching eye—
To mine my ways make clear.
Search all my sense, and know my heart
Who only canst make known,
And let the deep, the hidden part
To me be fully shown.
Throw light into the darkened cells,
Where passion reigns within;
Quicken my conscience till it feels
The loathsomeness of sin.
Search all my thoughts, the secret
springs,
The motives that control;
The chambers where polluted things
Hold empire o’er the soul.
Search, till Thy fiery glance has cast
Its holy light through all,
And I by grace am brought at last
Before Thy face to fall.
Thus prostrate I shall learn of Thee,
What now I feebly prove,
That God alone in Christ can be
Unutterable love.
10.10.10.10.
8.6.8.6.
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that’s sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.
A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither death nor life can part
From Him that dwells within.
A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect and right, and pure and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly frown above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.
6.6.8.6.
7.7.7.7.D.
Lord, reveal Thyself to me,
That the flesh I’ll fully know;
May Thy grace so work in me,
That in dust I’ll lowly bow.
How I long for victory,
Yet, thru all my life, how weak!
Evil things I cannot leave,
Nor can do the good I seek.
Inwardly I want the Lord,
But my conduct hateful is;
Though I would, I cannot change,
O what real bondage ’tis!
By God’s law my sin’s revealed,
But the law of sin doth bind;
Though I struggle to be free,
No release my soul can find.
Many times I fall and rise,
Oft resolve, and often fail;
Craving vict’ry, I retreat,
And my sad defeat bewail.
Truly I am sold to sin
And completely powerless;
There’s no good within my flesh,
All is dark and sinfulness.
Now I know myself in part,
And confess my helplessness;
All my temperament is odd,
All my life corrupted is.
Subtle self I cannot trust,
Nor to fleshly strength can cling;
All my trust and all my hope
Are in Jesus Christ my King.
May the Cross put me to death
That on Christ I may rely;
May His Holy Spirit fill,
That Himself I may apply.
May His death so work in me
Daily deeper than before,
That my self may be destroyed
And His life thru me may pour.
O how bitter is my case!
Who this wretched slave can free,
Who deliver from this death,
To a life of victory?
Jesus shed His blood for me,
Christ is now my holiness;
I receive Him as my life
And my portion measureless.
Now I’m wholly sanctified,
Selfless, I obey His word;
Nevermore to feel ashamed
When I come before the Lord.
How transcendent is this life!
Grace thru faith He gives to me!
Praise the Lord, He heard my cry
And has made me wholly free.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
Failure in my walk and witness,
Failure in my work I see;
Fruitless toil, un-Christlike living,
Calling forth no praise to Thee.
Now to Thee my soul confesses
All its failure, all its sin;
All the pride, the self-contentment,
All the “secret faults” within.
Save me from myself, my Father,
From each subtle form of pride;
Lead me now with Christ to Calvary,
Show me I with Him have died.
No more let it be my working,
Nor my wisdom, love, or power,
But the life of Jesus only,
Passing through me hour by hour.
Let the fullness of Thy Spirit
Resting on Him cover me,
That the witness borne to others,
May bring glory, Lord, to Thee.
Father, in Thy Son’s Name, pleading,
I believe my prayer is heard;
And I praise Thee for the answer,
Resting simply on Thy word.
10.10.10.10. with chorus
7.7.7.7.
8.8.8.8.8.8.
Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
hose depth unfathomed no man knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.
Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would: but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.
’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet, while I seek but find Thee not,
No peace my wand’ring soul shall see.
Oh, when shall all my wand’rings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there.
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in Thee.
Oh, hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me may live;
My vile affections mortify,
Nor let one darling sin survive.
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek but Thee.
O Lord, Thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there,
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may Abba, Father, cry.
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart which lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul and say,
“I am Thy Love, Thy God, Thy All.”
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
8.6.8.6.8.6.
Father, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
The changes that are sure to come
I do not fear to see;
I ask Thee for a present mink,
Intent on pleasing Thee.
I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching
To meet the glad with joyful
To wipe the weeping eyes,
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.
I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.
Wherever in the world I am,
In what-soe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;
A work of lowly love to do
For Him on whom I wait.
I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.
On every path there is untruth,
That I might patient be;
In every way there is a cross,
That I might lean on Thee.
A lowly heart will find each place
A paradise for me.
And if some things I ask not in
My cup of blessing be,
I’d have my spirit filled the more
With grateful love to Thee;
More careful—not to serve Thee much,
But please Thee perfectly.
In service which Thy will appoints,
There are no bonds for me;
My inmost heart is taught the truth
That makes Thy children free;
A life of self-renouncing love
Is one of liberty.
7.7.7.7.
8.8.8.4.
When I am in the natural man,
How very strong I feel I am,
I do not know, I cannot scan
How weak I am.
When in the world I have my life,
I cannot sense my failure rife,
But boasting in my earnest strife,
I forward press.
When I within the darkness dwell,
My shallow state I cannot tell,
I only think how I excel,
And proudly dream.
But when at last I come to Thee,
Thy searching light uncovers me,
I see what I could never see—
Myself exposed.
I wither ’neath Thy piercing ray,
And all my strength dissolves away,
My self-esteem in dust I lay,
And lowly bow.
How blind and foolish is the pride
With which my soul was fortified;
From my dark heart, self-satisfied,
It issued forth.
There’s not a thing that pride can
claim,
There’s not a member but is lame,
There’s only deep regret and shame,
How can I pray?
Thy blood from judgment saveth me,
Thy life from wrath delivers me,
How filthy yet in poverty
I really am.
I want to pray, but faith have not,
I fain would seek Thee as Thou art.
Oh, canst Thou e’er renew my heart,
Have mercy, Lord!
11.10.11.10.
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with repeat
How vast, immense, and measureless,
The love of Christ to
How else could such a wretch as I
Be blessed so wondrously?
To bring me back unto Himself,
My Lord His all did spend;
So I would gladly bear the cross
And follow to the end.
My all I have forsaken now,
This blessed Christ to gain;
Now life or death is no concern—
What else can me restrain?
My dear ones, wealth, ambition, fame—
What can they offer me?
My gracious Lord for me was poor;
For Him I poor would be.
My precious Savior now I love,
His smile I would obtain.
For Him, let gain be turned to loss
And comfort turned to pain.
Thou art my comfort, gracious Lord!
I’ve none in heav’n but Thee.
And who but Thee is there on earth
With whom I love to be?
Though loneliness and hardships come,
My soul can rise above.
This only would I ask Thee, Lord:
Enfold me in Thy love!
O gracious Lord, I now beseech,
Guide me through every stage;
Stand by and strengthen me to go
Through this dark, evil age.
The world, the flesh, and Satan too,
Do tempt my soul apace;
Without Thy love and strength’ning power
I may Thy name disgrace.
The time, dear Lord, is short indeed;
From earth my soul set free.
When Thou dost come, I’ll sing with joy,
Hallelujah, Lord, to Thee!
8.8.8.8.6.
8.8.6.8.8.6.
6.6.6.6.8.6.
Thy Life was giv’n for me,
Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
That I might ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
Thy Life was giv’n for me, for me;
What have I giv’n for Thee?
Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,
That through eternity
Thy glory I might know;
Long years were spent for me, for me;
Have I spent one for Thee?
Thy Father’s home of light,
Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Were left for earthly night,
For wanderings sad and lone;
Yea, all was left for me, for me;
Have I left aught for Thee?
Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
More than my tongue can tell
Of bitterest agony,
To rescue me from hell;
Thou suff’redst all for me, for me;
What have I borne for Thee?
And Thou hast brought to me
Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and Thy love;
Great gifts, great gifts Thou broughtest me;
What have I brought to Thee?
Oh, let my life be given,
My years for Thee be spent;
World-fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffr’ing blent;
Thou gav’st Thyself for me, for me,
I give myself to Thee.
7.7.7.7.7.7.
8.7.8.7.D.
8.7.8.7.D.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
12.9.12.9. with chorus
7.7.7.7. with repeat
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for ’my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart; it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
8.7.8.7.D.
6.6.8.6.D.
8.8.8.8.
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
8.8.6.8.8.6.
5.4.5.4.D.
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own
way;
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mould me and make me After Thy will,
While I am waiting, Yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own
way;
Search me and try me, Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord, Wash me just now,
As in Thy presence Humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own
way;
Wounded and weary, Help me, I pray.
Power, all power, Surely is Thine,
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord, Have Thine own
way;
Hold o’er my being Absolute sway.
Fill with Thy Spirit Till all shall see
Christ only, always, Living in me.
9.8.9.8.D.
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
Utterly abandoned To the Holy Ghost!
Oh! the sinking, sinking, Till the self is lost!
Till the vessel’s emptied Broken at His feet;
Waiting till His filling Makes the work complete.
Utterly abandoned To the will of God;
Walking in the pathway That my Master trod;
Leaving ease and pleasure; Making Him my’choice,
Waiting for His guidance, Listening for His voice.
Utterly abandoned! Through eternity;
My will never choosing, His it e’er shall be;
All my plans and longings Lost in His sweet will,
Having nothing, owning All things in Him still.
Utterly abandoned! ’Tis so sweet to be
Captive in His love-bonds, Yet so wondrous free;
Free from sin’s dominion, Free from doubt and fear,
Free from every worry, Burden, grief or care.
Utterly abandoned! Oh, the rest is
sweet,
Waiting in His presence At His blessed feet;
Waiting for the filling Of the Host divine,
Who my inward parts shall Perfectly refine.
Lo! His Spirit fills me, With His presence
sweet!
I, in Him, am blessed! I, in Him, complete!
Now the light within me Never shall grow dim
While abandoned ever, Living unto Him!
8.7.8.7.D.
8.8.8.8.
How shall I follow Him I serve?
How shall I copy Him I love?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead me to His seat above?
Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn—
Are these the consecrated road?
Lord, should my path through suff’ring
lie,
Forbid it I should e’er repine;
Still let me turn to Calvary,
Nor heed my griefs, rememb’ring Thine.
O let me think how Thou didst leave
Untasted every pure delight,
To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve,
The toilsome day, the homeless night:
To faint, to grieve, to die for me!
Thou camest, not Thyself to please;
And, dear as earthly comforts be,
Shall I not love Thee more than these?
no translation.
8.7.8.7.D.
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, and hoped, and known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and Christ are still my own!
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Christ will bring me sweeter rest.
O ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
God’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
10.10.10.8.
I have decided to follow Jesus,
I have decided to follow Jesus,
I have decided to follow Jesus,
No turning back, no turning back.
The world behind me, the cross before
me,
The world behind me, the cross before me,
The world behind me, the cross before me,
No turning back, no turning back.
Though none go with me, still I will
follow.
Though none go with me, still I will follow.
Though none go with me, still I will follow,
No turning back, no turning back.
Where Jesus leads me, I’ll surely
follow.
Where Jesus leads me, I’ll surely follow.
Where Jesus leads me, I’ll surely follow,
No turning back, no turning back.
Sing glory, glory and hallelujah.
Sing glory, glory and hallelujah.
Sing glory, glory and hallelujah,
No turning back, no turning back.
11.11.11.11.11.11.
Thomas O. Chisholm
10.10.10.10. with chorus
8.6.8.6.D.
8.5.8.5.D.
Many crowd the Savior’s kingdom,
Few receive His cross;
Many seek His consolation,
Few will suffer loss.
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross,
For the dear sake of the Master,
Counting all but dross.
Many sitat Jesus’ table,
Few will fast with Him,
When the sorrow-cup of anguish
Trembles to the brim.
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn,
Few watch with Him in the garden,
Who have sung the hymn.
Many will confess His wisdom,
Few embrace His shame.
Many, should He smile upon them,
Will His praise proclaim;
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name,
Then, if for a while He leave them,
They desert His name.
But the souls who love Him truly,
Let woe come or bliss,
These will count their dearest hearts’ blood
Not their own, but His.
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this,
Savior, Thou who thus hast loved me,
Give me love like this.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
Not for weight of glory,
Not for crown and palm,
Enter we the army,
Raise the warrior psalm;
But for love that claimeth
Lives for whom He died;
He whom Jesus nameth
Must be on His side.
Jesus, Thou hast bought us,
Not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own life-blood,
For Thy diadem;
With Thy blessing filling
Each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing,
Thou hast made us free.
Fierce may. be the conflict,
Strong may be the foe,
But the King’s own army
None can overthrow.
Round His standard ranging
Victory is secure,
For His truth unchanging
Makes the triumph sure.
Chosen to be soldiers
In an alien land:
Chosen, called, and faithful,
For our Captain’s band;
In the service royal
Let us not grow cold;
Let us be right loyal,
Noble, true, and bold.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
Now I share Thy human life, Lord,
Filled with Thy humanity,
All of Thy complete obedience
Is available to me.
One with Thee in crucifixion,
On the cross I died in Thee;
I am dead unto the world, Lord,
And the world is dead to me.
One with Thee in resurrection,
Risen now to live in Thee,
With that life which is Thyself, Lord,
Now in me, Lord, even me.
One with Thee in Thine ascension,
In the heavens now with Thee;
Here a pilgrim and a stranger,
My true life is hid in Thee.
One with Thee in Thine enthronement,
Sharing Thine authority,
Even as I share Thy life, Lord,
I in Thee and Thou in me.
8.7.8.7.D.
One with Thee, Thou Son eternal,
Joined by faith in spirit one,
Share we in Thy death inclusive
And Thy life, O God the Son.
One with Thee, Thou Son beloved,
Part of Thee become thru grace,
Heirs with Thee of our one Father,
We’re Thy Spirit’s dwelling place.
One with Thee, Thou Son incarnate,
Born with Thee, the Man of worth,
We, the members of Thy body,
Sojourn with Thee here on earth.
One with Thee, Thou Son anointed,
Sharing too the Spirit’s power,
We in full cooperation
Labor with Thee hour by hour.
One with Thee, Thou Son forsaken,
Judgment and the curse we’ve passed;
We to sin are dead forever,
Hell beneath our feet is cast.
One with Thee in resurrection,
Death can never us oppress;
Live we in Thy new creation,
Bearing fruits of righteousness.
One with Thee, Thou Son ascended,
Seated with Thee on the throne,
Thine authority we share and
Rule with Thee, Thy rank our own.
One with Thee, Thou Son returning,
Glorified with Thee we’ll be,
E’er to manifest Thy beauty,
One with Thee eternally.
10.10.10.10.D.
9.8.9.9.5.
Buried with Christ, and raised with Him
too;
What is there left for me to do?
Simply to cease from struggling and strife,
Simply to walk in newness of life.
Glory be to God!
Risen with Christ, my glorious Head,
Holiness now the pathway I tread,
Beautiful thought, while walking therein:
He that is dead is freed from sin.
Glory be to God!
Living with Christ, who dieth no more,
Following Christ, who goeth before;
I am from bondage utterly freed,
Reckoning self as dead indeed.
Glory be to God!
Living for Christ, my members I yield,
Servants to God, for evermore sealed,
Not under law, I’m now under grace,
Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place.
Glory be to God!
Growing in Christ; no more shall be
named
Things of which now I’m truly ashamed,
Fruit unto holiness will I bear,
Life evermore, the end I shall share.
Glory be to God!
8.8.8.8.
Lord, Thou hast shown the mystery,
How on the Cross I died with Thee;
I need no other pow’r or way
That I may triumph day by day.
That cross of Thine is also mine,
Into my life its light doth shine;
When I believe I’m dead with Thee,
The world has lost its pow’r o’er me.
Since I am crucified with Thee,
From sin and self I am set free;
How can I still enjoy the world
Or seek its vanities unfurled?
I take my place, dear Lord, with Thee
Upon the cross of Calvary.
Thy life and power then are mine,
Since Thou and I in oneness twine.
Since Thou didst come to slay the foe,
His work and power to overthrow,
I too can overcome in Thee
And prove Thy mighty pow’r in me.
Yet, for the vict’ry we rely
Upon the death which Thou didst die;
We tread the path which Thou hast trod
Until we reach the goal in God.
My death with Thee I now believe
And all its meaning would receive.
Thy death more deeply show to me,
That from my flesh I may be free.
I long to win as Thou hast won,
To reign with Thee when Thou dost come.
If we the cross will gladly bear,
Then in Thy glory we will share.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D.
6.6.11.6.6.10.
8.8.8.8.
6.6.6.6.8.6.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
Thou hast won each love from me;
Who like Thee—so fair and comely?
Who like Thee—so sweet and lovely?
Matchless One, unrivaled beauty,
None can e’er compete with Thee!
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
Gladly will I hear Thy call;
Since Thy voice my heart hath entered,
I from all things could but sever;
Void are all my other seekings,
Every pride hath disappeared.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
How can I still stubborn be?
At Thy feet cast all my hard’nings,
And return with songs and singings;
’Tis my love to be Thy bondslave,
’Tis my joy to Thee obey.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
Thy way only will I choose;
Though in tears while I’m obeying,
Yet I would not change my standing;
All I long for is Thy pleasure,
And the peace Thy love would bring.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
When Thy presence does depart,
Seems the dawn has lost its traces,
Hidden am my smiling faces;
All I yearn for is Thy coming
And Thy presence’ sweet embrace.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
Can I tell it all to Thee?
Thou my love and satisfaction,
Thou my everlasting portion;
Thou art all that I desire,
Nothing else I would pursue.
Dear Lord Jesus, precious Jesus,
All I have I give to Thee;
Who like Thee—so fair and comely?
Who like Thee—so sweet and lovely?
Matchless One, unrivaled beauty,
None can e’er compete with Thee!
8.6.8.8.6.
I cannot breathe enough of Thee,
O gentle breeze of love;
More fragrant than the myrtle tree
The Henna-flower is to me,
The Balm of Heaven above.
no translation.
I cannot gaze enough on Thee,
Thou Fairest of the Fair;
My heart is filled with ecstasy,
As in Thy face of radiancy
I see such beauty there.
I cannot yield enough to Thee,
My Savior, Master, Friend;
I do not wish to go out free,
But ever, always, willingly,
To serve Thee to the end.
I cannot sing enough of Thee,
The sweetest name on earth;
A note so full of melody
Comes from my heart so joyously,
And fills my soul with mirth.
I cannot speak enough of Thee,
I have so much to tell;
Thy heart it beats so tenderly
As Thou dost draw me close to Thee,
And whisper, “All is well.”
8.8.8.8.8.8.
14.14.14.14. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can
frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Savior of mankind!
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!
But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
O Jesus! light of all below!
Thou fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire.
No other source have we but Thee,
Soul-thirst to satisfy.
Exhaustless spring! the waters free!
All other streams are dry.
Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.
8.8.8.8.
8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.
My heart is fixed, eternal God,
Fixed on Thee, fixed on Thee;
And my immortal choice is made,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
He is my prophet, priest, and king,
Who did for me salvation bring,
And while I’ve breath I’mean to sing,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
In Him I see the Godhead shine,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
He is the majesty divine,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
The Father’s well-beloved Son,
Co-partner of His royal throne,
Who bore the guilt of man alone,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
Let others boast of heaps of gold,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
His riches never can be told,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
Your gold will waste and wear away,
Your honors perish in a day;
My portion never can decay,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
In pining sickness, or in health,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
In deepest poverty or wealth,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
And in that all-important day,
When I the summons must obey,
And pass from this dark world away,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
8.6.8.6.8.8.8.6.
Whom have I, Lord, in heav’n but Thee?
None but Thee! None but Thee!
And this my song through life shall be:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
He hath for me the serpent trod,
He hath redeemed me “by His blood,”
And reconciled my soul to God:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
I envy not the rich their joys:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
I covet not earth’s glitt’ring toys:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Earth can no lasting bliss bestow,
“Fading” is stamped on all below;
Mine is a joy no end can know:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Though with the poor be cast my lot:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
“He knoweth best,” I murmur not:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Though “vine” and “fig-tree” blight assail,
The “labor of the olive fail,”
And death o’er flock and herd prevail,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Though I am now on hostile ground,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
And sin beset me all around,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Let earth her fiercest battles wage,
And foes against my soul engage,
Strong in His strength I scorn their rage:
Christ for me! Christ for me!
And when my life draws to its close,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
Safe in His arms I shall repose,
Christ for me! Christ for me!
When sharpest pains my frame pervade,
And all the powers of nature fade,
Still will I sing through death’s cold shade;
Christ for me! Christ for me!
In the Testament of old
See th’ acacia wood with gold;
Such humanity behold!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, praise the Lord!
Jesus is th’acacia wood—
What a man, so fine and good!
All corruption He withstood—
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, praise the Lord!
Jesus, wisdom of God’s plan,
Son of God and Son of Man;
A new manhood He began—
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, praise the Lord!
For since by the one came death,
By this man came living breath;
Man the Lord recovereth—
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, praise the Lord!
Types and shadows to us show
Jesus is the man to know.
Now this man in us must grow—
Amen, Lord! Amen, Lord! Amen, Lord!
Lord, may Thy humanity
Permeate us thoroughly,
Drawing many men to Thee—
Amen, Lord! Amen, Lord! Amen, Lord!
8.7.8.7.8.7.
8.8.8.8.D.
6.6.6.6.8.6.
8.7.8.7.D.
Art thou hung’ring for the fulness
Of the blessing Christ doth give?
Longing now to ]earn the secret
Of the life He bids thee live?
In His word thine answer standeth,
“Christ who is our Life” it saith;
Open now thy heart, and trust Him,
There to dwell, henceforth, by faith.
Christ, the Lord’s Anointed, reigning
O’er the life He died to win,
Daily shall reveal more fully
His great power, without, within.
What thou never could’st accomplish
Shall His Spirit work through thee,
While thy soul this witness beareth,
’Tis not I, but Christ in me.
In Him dwelleth all God’s fulness,
In Him thou art made complete;
Rise, and claim thy heavenly birthright,
Kneeling at thy Father’s feet.
He will never disappoint thee,
Praise Him that the gift is thine;
Then go forth to live each moment
On sufficiency divine.
Lord, I come, and simply resting
On Thy faithful, changeless word,
I believe the blood doth cleanse me,
And that Christ is crowned Lord.
Grant henceforth a ceaseless outflow
Of Thy life and love through me;
Reaching those who sit in darkness,
Winning priceless souls to Thee.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7.8.8.7.
Sing praise to Christ Who lives in us,
The God of our salvation;
Who saves us by His life divine,
And not by regulation;
After we’ve worked—done all we can,
His life has power to change a man:
His life divine can change us.
He saves us to the uttermost
By His life-giving power;
Transfusing Himself into us,
He saves us hour by hour.
He saved the lost by coming in,
He’s saving now from more than sin:
He’s saving us to glory!
Our Lord was constituted priest
To be a real life-giver;
Life is the nature of this One
Who can from self deliver:
His life is indestructible,
By it He saves us to the full:
Praise God, He’s fully able!
His life is fully qualified
To bring us through to glory;
Were it not for His tested life,
’Twould be another story:
His life was fully tried on earth,
To crucifixion from His birth:
He passed through death and Hades.
He’s Pledged to save us to the full,
His life is operating; .
He’s doing everything for us
’Tis all for our perfecting;
Our life’s a failure at its best,
Only His life can stand the test:
His life brings full salvation!
He’s living now to intercede,
Continuing forever;
He undertakes into the age,
His priesthood changes never;
He always lives to intercede,
Such a High Priest is what we need:
He’s higher than the heavens.
Come forward now to God through Him,
Ne’er shrink back to destruction;
Come forward now to get.the life,
Which brings the proper function;
Come forward now the life to take;
By life His people us He’ll make,
And swallow death forever.
8.8.8.8. with chorus
8.6.8.6.
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
10.10.10.9. with chorus
Jesus in sickness, and Jesus in
health,
Jesus in poverty, comfort or wealth;
Sunshine or tempest, whatever it be,
He is my safety—Jesus for me.
He is my Refuge, my Rock, and my
Tower,
He is my Fortress, my Strength and my Pow’r;
Life everlasting, my Daysman is He,
Blessed Redeemer—Jesus for me.
He is my Prophet, my Priest and my
King,
He is my Bread of Life, Fountain and Spring;
Bright Sun of Righteousness, Daystar is He,
Horn of Salvation—Jesus for me.
Jesus in sorrow, in joy, or in pain,
Jesus my Treasure in loss or in gain;
Constant Companion where’er I may be,
Living or dying—Jesus for me.
8.6.8.6.
I’ve found the One of peerless worth,
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ I have:
Oh, what a Christ have I!
Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and
King;
My Prophet full of light;
My Priest that stands ’twixt me and God,
My King that rules with might.
My Christ, He is the Lord of lords,
He is the King of kings;
He is the Sun of Righteousness,
With healing in His wings.
Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink,
My medicine and my health;
My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown,
My glory and my wealth.
Christ is my Father, and my Friend,
My Brother, and my Love;
My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,
My Advocate above.
My Christ, He is the Heaven of
heavens;
My Christ what shall I call?
My Christ is First, my Christ is Last,
My Christ is All in all.
8.6.8.6.8.8.
I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast
shown,
And I begin to see,
What Thou canst be to all Thine own,
What they may be to Thee;
If only they will yield Thee all,
And trustingly obey Thy call.
How wonderful! I never knew
That I might trust Thee so;
That Thou wouldst be so much to me,
In all the way I go,
That every need Thou wouldst supply.
And all my longings satisfy.
I take Thee as my keeper now,
And I commit to Thee
My soul, my way, my works, my cause,
In Thy sole charge to be;
And my deposit, Thou, I know
Wilt guard secure from every foe.
I take Thee for my peace, O Lord.
My heart to keep and fill.
Thine own great calm, amid earth’s storms
Shall keep me always still;
And as Thy kingdom doth increase,
So shall Thine ever-deep’ning peace.
I take Thee as my wisdom too.
For wisdom’s sum Thou art:
Thou, who dost choose the foolish things.
Set me henceforth apart,
That I may speak and work for Thee
As Thou shalt work and speak in me.
I take Thee, Lord, to be my all.
Since all Thou art is mine;
I nothing have, and nothing am;
That nothing, Lord, is Thine.
Thou shalt be everything to me,
In all things my sufficiency.
6.6.6.6.
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
10.10.10.10.4.
My old man has been crucified with
Him,
With all its foul corruption deep within;
And buried too its nature serpentine,
Completely finished—this great fact is mine,
I hold it fast.
But there’s a Person in my spirit now,
Born as a babe so small, so weak, so low;
Who by the Word’s pure milk will grow to be
The overcoming inner man in me
To gain my heart.
Christ as my Person must possess my
heart
And be preeminent in every part.
The former owner died but haunts it still.
O Lord, move in; my mind, emotion, will
Now welcome Thee.
In spirit mingled, we are one,
O Lord, The human and divine in one accord;
Yet Thou must have a proper faculty
That all Thy glorious personality
May be expressed.
So, Lord, I give my heart to Thee
today,
That it may be Thy home in every way,
A place for Thee to come and settle down,
And all Thy grand recovery work to crown
In one new man.
8.6.8.6.D.
8.8.8.8.D. (A)
How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow’rs,
Have all lost their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him
December’s as pleasant as May.
His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.
Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned;
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my mind.
While blessed with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
My Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
Oh, drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
8.7.8.7.D. with repeat
11.10.11.10.
8.7.8.7.D.
8.6.8.6.
13.10.13.14. with chorus
8.7.8.7. (I)
The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.
In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy Cross before to guide me.
Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And oh, what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.
6.6.8.6.
10.10.10.10. with chorus
Jesus, the all-inclusive land,
Is everything to me:
A Christ of brooks, of depths and streams,
And fountains bubbling free.
Springing from valleys and from hills,
Flowing till every part He fills,
He waters us—how glorious—
By His life!
Jesus is now the land of wheat—
Incarnate, crucified.
But resurrection life is He
By barley signified.
He is a land of figs and vines—
Blood of the grape, the cheering wine.
With such supplies He satisfies—
Christ our land!
O what a rich, abundant Christ:
Our pomegranate true,
The olive tree whose oil is now
Anointing us anew.
Rich milk and honey He doth bring,
Sweet, satisfying, nourishing.
Our Christ is such; He is so much!
What a Christ !
In our good land we eat the bread—
There is no scarcity.
We never lack one thing in Him,
So rich, so full is He.
He is a land so vast, immense;
He is complete in every sense.
How He expands—land of all lands—
In our heart!
Christ is a land of iron stones,
Whence comes authority.
We must dig out this solid Christ
To bind His enemy.
Then we must through the sufferings pass
To be refined as burnished brass.
With iron bind, as brass refined,
Is our need.
Lord, how we bless Thee for this land,
The all-inclusive Christ !
We’ve eaten Him, we’re filled with Him,
O how He has sufficed!
Teach us to labor constantly
Upon this vast reality;
This is our joy, this our employ—
Christ our land!
11.10.11.10.
“Within the Veil”: be this, belov’d, thy
portion,
Within the secret of thy Lord to dwell;
Beholding Him, until thy face His glory,
Thy life His love, thy lips His praise shall tell.
“Within the Veil,” for only as thou
gazest
Upon the matchless beauty of His face,
Canst thou become a living revelation
Of His great heart of love, His untold grace.
“Within the Veil,” His fragrance poured upon
thee,
Without the Veil, that fragrance shed abroad;
“Within the Veil,” His hand shall tune the music
Which sounds on earth the praises of Thy Lord.
“Within the Veil,” thy spirit deeply
anchored,
Thou walkest calm above a world of strife;
“Within the Veil,” thy soul with Him united,
Shall live on earth His resurrection life.
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4.
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.
When we see Thy love unshaken—
Outside the camp.
Scorned by man, by God forsaken—
Outside the camp.
Thy loved cross alone can charm us;
Shame need now no more alarm us;
Glad we follow, nought can harm us—
Outside the camp.
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.
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.
Soon Thy saints shall all be gathered—
Inside the veil.
All with Thee—no more be scattered—
Inside the veil.
Nought from Thee, our hearts shall sever;
We shall see Thee; grieve Thee never;
“Praise the Lamb!” shall sound forever—
Inside the veil.
8.7.8.7.D.
7.6.8.6.8.6.7.4.
I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with such tender love,
He loves so faithfully;
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh,
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
Sometimes I’m faint and weary,
He knows that I am weak,
And as He bids me lean on Him,
His help I gladly seek;
He leads me in the paths of light,
Beneath a sunny sky,
And so we walk together,
My Lord and I.
He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love
In ever rich supply,
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.
I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me how to try,
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.
He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
The loving Word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die,
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.
He tells me of His Kingdom,
It is not far away;
And oh, His heart is longing
To take me there some day.
Immortal bliss is waiting
And joys that never die:
Soon there we’ll reign together,
My Lord and I.
8.7.8.7.D.
10.10.10.10.
Thy name is sweet as ointment poured
forth;
Better Thy love than wine, O draw Thou me!
If we the footsteps follow of the flock,
Entered Thy fellowship of love we’ll be.
He’s my Beloved, I am His own love;
He draweth me, pursue I after Him.
Fragrant as myrrh, I’d hide Him in my heart;
Beauteous as henna, I’d be clothed with Him;
Bathe in His love, and of His fatness
taste,
Lie on His breast, His sweetness there enjoy;
His love the banner, His affection shown
Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy.
Oh, my Beloved’s mine, and I am His;
I am a lily and my Shepherd He;
May daybreak come, the shadows flee away,
Him on the mountains as a hart I’d see.
Myrrh of the death with Him and
frankincense,
The resurrection, permeate my heart;
North wind awake, and let the south wind blow,
Make my heart’s garden pleasure to His heart.
I’d be to Him a dove that’s undefiled,
As a pure lily in His presence be,
His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys,
He wholly mine, the Song of songs to me.
Fair as the moon, conformed to Him I’d
be,
Clear as the sun, unto His stature grown;
For my Beloved, all to please His heart,
For my Beloved, that His life be shown.
Thou art my life, and I Thine image
real;
Love in such union is as death most strong,
Ne’er can it be destroyed or e’er replaced
Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.
8.8.8.8.
8.7.8.7.
Thou hast said Thou art the Vine,
Lord,
And that I’m a branch in Thee,
But I do not know the reason
Why I should so barren be.
Bearing fruit is my deep longing,
More Thy life to manifest,
To Thy throne to bring more glory,
That Thy will may be expressed.
But I fail to understand, Lord,
What it means—“abide in me”
For the more I seek “abiding,”
More I feel I’m not in Thee.
How I feel I’m not abiding;
Though I pray and strongly will,
Yet from me Thou seemest distant
And my life is barren still.
Yet Thou art the Vine, Thou saidst it.
And I am a branch in Thee;
When I take Thee as my Savior,
Then this fact is wrought in me.
Now I’m in Thee and I need not
Seek into Thyself to come,
For I’m joined to Thee already,
With Thy flesh and bones I’m one.
Not to “go in” is the secret,
But that I’m “already in”!
That I ne’er may leave I’d ask Thee.
Not how I may get within.
I am in, already in Thee!
What a place to which I’m brought!
There’s no need for prayer or struggling,
God Himself the work has wrought.
Since I’m in, why ask to enter;
O how ignorant I’ve been!
Now with praise and much rejoicing
For Thy Word, I dwell therein.
Now in Thee I rest completely,
With myself I gladly part;
Thou art life and Thou art power,
All in all to me Thou art.
10.10.10.10.
Abide in Thee! in that deep love of
Thine,
My Jesus, Lord, Thou Lamb of God divine,
Down, closely down, as living branch with tree,
I would abide, my Lord, my Christ, in Thee.
Abide in Thee! my Savior God, I know
How love of Thine so vast in me may flow,
My empty vessel, running o’er with joy,
Must overflow to Thee without alloy.
Abide in Thee! nor doubt, nor self, nor
sin,
Can e’er prevail with Thy blest life within;
Joined to Thyself, communing deep, my soul
Knows naught besides its motions to control.
Abide in Thee! ’tis thus I only know
The secrets of Thy mind e’en while below—
All joy and peace, and knowledge of Thy word,
All pow’r and fruit, and service for the Lord.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
8.8.8.8. with chorus
11.11.11.11. with chorus
10.10.10.10.
8.7.8.7.D.
7.7.7.7.D.
8.7.8.7.7.7.
Thou whose name is called Jesus,
Risen Lord of life and pow’r,
Oh, it is so sweet to trust Thee,
Every day and every hour;
Of Thy wondrous grace I sing,
Savior, Counsellor, and King.
Thou canst keep my feet from falling,
Even my poor wayward feet;
Thou who dost present me faultless
In Thee—Righteousness complete;
Jesus, Lord, in knowing Thee,
Oh, what strength and victory.
All the sin in me, my Savior,
Thou canst conquer and subdue;
With Thy sanctifying power
Permeate my spirit through;
Let Thy government increase,
Risen, crowned, Prince of Peace.
Thou canst keep me upward looking,
Ever upward in Thy face;
Thou canst make me stand, upholden
By the greatness of Thy grace;
Every promise of Thy word
Now I claim from Thee, dear Lord.
Oh! what joy to trust Thee, Jesus,
Mighty Victor o’er the grave,
And to learn amid earth’s shadows
Thine unceasing power to save!
Only those who prove Thee know
What the grace Thou dost bestow.
Make my life a bright outshining
Of Thy life, that all may see
Thine own resurrection power
Mightily put forth in me;
Ever let my heart become
Yet more consciously Thy home.
8.6.8.6.
10.10.10.10.
I take Thy promise, Lord, in all its
length,
And breadth and fulness, as my daily strength;
Into life’s future fearless I may gaze,
For, Savior, Thou art with me all the days.
Days may be coming fraught with loss and
change,
New scenes surround my life and fancies strange;
I thank Thee that no day can ever break,
Savior, when Thou wilt leave me or forsake.
There may be days of darkness and
distress,
When sin has power to tempt, and care to press,
Yet in the darkest day I will not fear,
For, ’mid the shadows, Thou wilt still be near.
Days there may be of joy and.deep
delight,
When earth seems fairest, and her skies most bright,
Then draw me closer to Thee, lest I rest
Elsewhere, my Savior, than upon Thy breast.
And all the other days that make my
life,
Marked by no special joy or grief or strife,
Days filled with quiet duties, trivial care,
Burdens too small for other hearts to share;
Spend Thou these days with me, all shall be
Thine,
So shall the darkest hour with glory shine.
Then when these earthly years have passed away,
Let me be with Thee in the perfect day.
8.8.8.8.8.8.
All things are possible to him
That can in Jesus’ name-believe;
Lord, I no more Thy name blaspheme,
Thy truth I lovingly receive.
I can, I do believe in Thee;
All things are possible to me.
’Twas most impossible of all
That here sin’s reign in me should cease;
Yet shall it be, I know it shall;
Jesus, I trust Thy faithfulness.
If nothing is too hard for Thee,
All things are possible to me.
Though earth and hell the Word
gainsay,
The Word of God shall never fail;
The Lord can break sin’s iron sway;
’Tis certain, though impossible.
The thing impossible shall be,
All things are possible to me.
All things are possible to God;
To Christ, the power of God in man;
To me when I am all renewed,
In Christ am fully formed again,
And from the reign of sin set free,
All things are possible to me.
All things are possible to God;
To Christ, the power of God in me;
Now shed Thy mighty Self abroad,
Let me no longer live, but Thee;
Give me this hour in Thee to prove
The sweet omnipotence of love.
8.8.8.8.
8.7.8.5.D.
Oh, how great Thy loving kindness,
Vaster, broader than the sea:
Oh, how marvelous Thy goodness,
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart,
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings,
Thine is love indeed.
Ever lift Thy face upon me,
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
My guilt is great, but greater
The mercy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spotless Off’ring,
Hast died that I should live.
With Thee, my soul unfettered
Has risen from the dust;
Thy blood is all my treasure,
Thy word is all my trust.
Through me, Thou gentle Master,
Thy purposes fulfil;
I yield myself forever
To Thy most holy will.
What though I be but weakness?
My strength is not in me;
The poorest of Thy people
Has all things, having Thee.
When clouds are darkest round me,
Thou, Lord, art then most near,
My drooping faith to quicken,
My weary soul to cheer.
Safe nestling in Thy bosom,
I gaze upon Thy face;
In vain my foes would drive me
From Thee, my hiding-place.
’Tis Thou hast made me happy,
’Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glory
Forever, but to Thee?
Of earthly love and blessing
Should every stream run dry,
Thy grace shall still be with me,
Thy grace, to live and die.
6.6.9.6.6.9. with chorus
11.11.11.11. with chorus
8.8.8.8.D.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
God in heaven hath a treasure,
Riches none may count or tell;
Hath a deep eternal pleasure,
Christ the Son, He loveth well.
God hath here on earth a treasure,
None but He its price may know—
Deep, unfathomable pleasure,
Christ revealed in saints below.
God in tongues of fire descending,
Chosen vessels thus to fill
With the treasure never ending,
Ever spent—unfailing still.
God’s own hand the vessel filling
From the glory far above,
Longing hearts forever stilling
With the riches of His love.
Thus though worn, and tried, and
tempted,
Glorious calling, saint, is thine;
Let the Lord but find thee emptied,
Living branch in Christ the Vine!
Vessels of the world’s despising,
Vessels weak and poor and base,
Bearing wealth God’s heart is prizing,
Glory from Christ’s blessed face.
Oh to be but emptier, lowlier,
Mean, unnoticed—and unknown,
And to God a vessel holier,
Filled with Christ and Christ alone!
Naught of earth to cloud the glory,
Naught of self the light to dim,
Telling forth His wondrous story,
Emptied to be filled with Him.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
Not I, but Christ to gently soothe in
sorrow,
Not I, but Christ to wipe the falling tear;
Not I, but Christ to lift the weary burden,
Not I, but Christ to hush away all fear.
Christ, only Christ, no idle word e’er
falling,
Christ, only Christ, no needless bustling sound;
Christ, only Christ, no self-important bearing,
Christ, only Christ, no trace of I be found.
Not I, but Christ my every need
supplying,
Not I, but Christ my strength and health to be;
Christ, only Christ, for spirit, soul, and body,
Christ, only Christ, live then Thy life in me.
Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill my
vision,
Glory excelling soon, full soon I’ll see;
Christ, only Christ, my every wish fulfilling,
Christ, only Christ, my all in all to be.
7.5.7.5.D.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.7.7.3.D. with chorus
13.10.13.4. with chorus
13.10.13.4. with chorus
8.6.8.8.6.
Eternal Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the soul must be
When, placed within Thy searching sight,
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live and look on Thee.
The spirits that surround Thy throne
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known
A fallen world like this.
Oh, how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before th’Ineffable appear,
And on my natural spirit bear
The uncreated beam?
There is a way for man to rise
To Thee, sublime Abode;
An Offering and a Sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit’s energies,
An Advocate with God:
These, these prepare us for the sight
Of holiness above;
The sons of ignorance and night
May dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.
8.6.8.6. with repeat
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All,
I’ve none but Thee in heav’n above,
Or on this earthly ball, Or on this earthly ball.
What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God, there’s nothing like my God.
To Thee I owe my wealth, and friends,
And health, and safe abode;
Thanks to Thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God, But they are not my God.
How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to’ Thee!
Or what’s my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me, Or all my friends to me.
Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone, I were a wretch undone.
Let others stretch their arms like
seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of Thy grace,
And I desire no more, And I desire no more.
10.10.10.10.10.10.
8.6.8.6.
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
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.
8.6.8.6.
Oh, how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!
’Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun th’ eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
God only is the creature’s home,
Though rough and straight the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.
Oh, utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.
A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?
How little of that road, my soul!
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
The freedom from all willful sin,
The Christian’s daily task;
Oh! these are graces far below
What longing love would ask!
The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God,
How swiftly wouldst thou move!
Then keep thy conscience sensitive;
No inward token miss:
And go where grace entices thee—
Perfection lies in this.
8.6.8.6.D.
8.8.8.8.
Thou sweet, beloved will of God,
My anchor ground, my fortress hill,
My spirit’s silent, fair abode,
In Thee I hide me and am still.
O Will, that willest good alone,
Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best;
A little child, I follow on,
And, trusting, lean upon Thy breast.
God’s will doth make the bitter sweet,
And all is well when it is done;
Unless His will doth hallow it,
The glory of all joy is gone.
Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prisoned in such a realm of grace.
Within this place of certain good
Love evermore expands her wings,
Or nestling in Thy perfect choice,
Abides content with what it brings.
Oh, lightest burden, sweetest yoke;
It lifts, it bears my happy soul,
It giveth wings to this poor heart;
My freedom is Thy grand control.
Upon God’s will I lay me down,
As child upon its mother’s breast;
No silken couch, nor softest bed,
Could ever give me such deep rest.
Thy wonderful grand will, my God,
With triumph now I make it mine;
And faith shall cry a joyous Yes
To every dear command of Thine.
10.10.10.10.D.
12.8.12.8. with chorus
12.8.12.8. with chorus
8.7.8.7.
7.6.7.6. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
6.6.6.6.D. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
Christ, the Rock, must first be
smitten,
That the living water flow;
Without death the Spirit’s fulness
Ne’er could dwell in man below.
If with Christ we die completely,
Willing thus our all to lose,
He will clothe us with His power
And to win the world will use.
First the altar, then the fire,
If no loss, there’ll be no gain;
If our all has not been offered,
To the throne we’ll ne’er attain.
If to sacrifice we’re willing,
All forsaking, God t’obey,
He to us will be committed
And thru us His pow’r display.
First we must prepare the vessels
That the Oil they may contain;
Dig the valley full of ditches
That they may be filled with Rain.
First we must go thru the Jordan
Ere anointed from above;
First in death we must be baptized,
Then experience the Dove.
When we see the ripened harvest
Of the golden countryside,
We may know that many seeds have
Fallen to the earth and died.
Ere the fruit of life may blossom,
We must surely suffer death;
If with Christ we’ve not been buried,
We’ll not feel the Spirit’s breath.
Since it must be thus, I pray, Lord,
Help me go the narrow way;
Deal with pride and make me willing
Thus to suffer, Thee t’obey.
I for greater power pray not.
Deeper death is what I need;
All the meaning of the Cross, Lord,
Work in my—for this I plead.
6.5.6.5.D.
8.7.8.7.D.
Via Bethlehem we journey,
We whose hearts on God are set;
Babelike souls of Jesus learning,
While our cheeks with tears are wet;
For the manger and the stable
Are not pleasant to our eyes,
But our feet must follow Jesus,
If our hands would grasp the prize.
Via Nazareth! the pathway
Narrows still as on we go,
Years of toil none understanding,
Yet God teaches us to know
That the servant is not greater
Than the Lord, who thro’ long years
Hid Himself from this world’s glory,
Follow Him! Count not the tears.
Via Galilee, we see Him!
Stones are hurled, and curses hissed
By the men who gather round Him,
Has He not the pathway missed?
No! unharmed the Savior passes,
And this rough bit of the way
We must travel, since like Jesus,
Nothing can our purpose stay.
Via too, the awful anguish
Of the hours beneath the trees,
Where the hosts of Satan linger,
Awful hours of anguish these!
Yet we fail not, for God’s angels
Minister to us, and say,
“Look, beloved, at the glory,
Conflict is but for a day!”
Then the Cross! for via Calvary
Every royal soul must go;
Here we draw the veil, for Jesus
Only can the pathway show;
“If we suffer with Him,” listen,
Just a little, little While,
And the memory will have faded
In the glory of His smile!
Then the grave, with dear ones
weeping,
Knowing that all life has fled;
(Fellow-pilgrims, art thou numbered
With the men the world calls dead?)
Thence we rise, and live with Jesus,
Throned above the world’s mad strife,
Gladly forfeiting forever,
All that worldlings count as life.
On we press! and yonder gleaming,
Nearing every day, we see
The great walls of that fair city,
God has built for such as we;
And we catch the tender music
Of the choirs that sing of One
Who once died to have us with Him
In His kingdom, on the throne.
Just a few more miles, beloved!
And our feet shall ache no more;
No more sin, and no more sorrow,
Hush thee, Jesus went before;
And I hear Him sweetly whispering,
“Faint not, fear not, still press on,
For it may be ere tomorrow,
The long journey will be done.”
4.10.8.8.6.
8.6.8.6.
If from the right course I depart,
Then ease my lot would be;
But I remember how my Lord
Did suffer agony.
I’ll utterly forsake this world,
And sever all its ties.
My path may narrow more and more;
And all against me rise.
Though men may scowl and laugh to
scorn,
I only want His smile.
His “well done” only I’d secure
While here this little while.
Not after greatness do I seek,
Nor glory here desire,
But humbly I would serve the Lord,
His praise that day acquire.
I’m daily gazing at the light
Shed from His judgment seat,
That all my living and my work
The test of fire may meet.
Let others seek for great success,
For glory, wealth, and name;
Let them procure their grandeur here,
Their followers and fame.
In solitude and poverty,
Though prospering not in soul,
Yet faithfully I’ll follow Him
Until I reach the goal.
I know that when on earth He dwelt
His lot was but the cross;
And that is why I only wish
With Him to suffer loss.
Since all my glories lie ahead,
I must to patience cleave.
I will not go before my Lord
And glory here receive.
That day my honors I will have;
The Lord will dry my tears.
So faithfully I’ll still press on
Until my Lord appears.
8.5.8.7.D. with chorus
7.7.7.7.
8.7.8.7.D.
Let us contemplate the grape vine,
From its life now let us learn,
How its growth is fraught with suff’ring,
Midst environment so stern;
How unlike the untamed flowers
Growing in the wilderness
In a maze of wild confusion,
Making patterns numberless.
But the blossoms of the grape vine
Without glory are and small;
Though they do have some expression,
They are hardly seen withal.
But a day since they have flowered
Into fruit the blooms have grown;
Never may they wave corollas
With luxuriant beauty shown.
To a post the vine is fastened;
Thus it cannot freely grow;
When its branches are extended,
To the trellis tied they go.
To the stony soil committed,
Drawing thence its food supply;
It can never choose its own way,
Or from difficulty fly.
Oh, how beautiful its verdure,
Which in spring spreads o’er the field.
From life’s energy and fulness
Growth abundant doth it yield.
Till it’s full of tender branches
Twining freely everywhere,
Stretching ’gainst the sky’s deep azure
Tasting sweetly of the air.
But the master of the vineyard
Not in lenience doth abide,
But with knife and pruning scissors
Then would strip it of its pride.
Caring not the vine is tender,
But with deep, precision stroke
All the pretty, excess branches
From the vine are neatly broke.
In this time of loss and ruin,
Dare the vine self-pity show?
Nay, it gives itself more fully
To the one who wounds it so,
To the hand that strips its branches,
Till of beauty destitute,
That its life may not be wasted,
But preserved for bearing fruit.
Into hard wood slowly hardens
Every stump of bleeding shoot,
Each remaining branch becoming
Clusters of abundant fruit.
Then, beneath the scorching sunshine,
Leaves are dried and from it drop;
Thus the fruit more richly ripens
Till the harvest of the crop,
Bowed beneath its fruitful burden,
Loaded branches are brought low—
Labor of its growth thru suff’ring
Many a purposed, cutting blow.
Now its fruit is fully ripened,
Comforted the vine would be;
But the harvest soon is coming,
And its days of comfort flee.
Hands will pick and feet will trample
All the riches of the vine,
Till from out the reddened wine-press
Flows a river full of wine.
All the day its flow continues,
Bloody-red, without alloy,
Gushing freely, richly, sweetly,
Filling all the earth with joy.
In appearance now the grape vine
Barren is and pitiful;
Having given all, it enters
Into night inscrutable.
No one offers to repay it
For the cheering wine that’s drunk,
But ’tis stripped and cut e’en further
To a bare and branchless trunk.
Yet its wine throughout the winter
Warmth and sweetness ever bears
Unto those in coldness shiv’ring,
Pressed with sorrow, pain, and cares.
Yet without, alone, the grape vine
Midst the ice and snow doth stand,
Steadfastly its lot enduring,
Though, tis hard to understand.
Winter o’er, the vine prepareth
Fruit again itself to bear;
Budding forth and growing branches,
Beauteous green again to wear;
Never murmuring or complaining
For the winter’s sore abuse,
Or for all its loss desiring
Its fresh off’ring to reduce.
Breathing air, untainted, heavenly,
As it lifts its arms on high,
Earth’s impure, defiled affections
Ne’er the vine may occupy.
Facing sacrifice, yet smiling,
And while love doth prune once more,
Strokes it bears as if it never
Suffered loss and pain before.
From the branches of the grape vine
Sap and blood and wine doth flow.
Does the vine, for all it suffered,
Lost, and yielded, poorer grow?
Drunkards of the earth and wanderers,
From it drink and merry make.
From their pleasure and enjoyment
Do they richer thereby wake?
Not by gain our life is measured,
But by what we’ve lost ’tis scored;
’Tis not how much wine is drunken,
But how much has been outpoured.
For the strength of love e’er standeth
In the sacrifice we bear;
He who has the greatest suff’ring
Ever has the most to share.
He who treats himself severely
Is the best for God to gain;
He who hurts himself most dearly
Most can comfort those in pain.
He who suffering never beareth
Is but empty “sounding brass”;
He who self-life never spareth
Has the joys which all surpass.
7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6.
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.
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 is my Savior by the cross
A ladder up to heaven.
There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the farther 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.
Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One,
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess,
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.
I take, O 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 nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.
11.10.11.10.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.3. with chorus
10.10.10.10.
10.10.10.10.
Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou
art;
That, that alone, can be my soul’s true rest;
Thy love, not mine, bids fear and doubt depart,
And stills the tempest of my tossing breast.
It is Thy perfect love that casts out
fear;
I know the voice that speaks the It is I,
And in these well-known words of heavenly cheer
I hear the joy that bids each sorrow fly.
Thy Name is Love! I hear it from yon
Cross;
Thy Name is Love! I read it in yon tomb:
All meaner love is perishable dross,
But this shall light me through time’s thickest gloom.
It blesses now, and shall for ever
bless;
It saves me now, and shall for ever save;
It holds me up in days of helplessness,
It bears me safely o’er each swelling wave.
’Tis what I know of Thee, my Lord and
God,
That fills my soul with peace, my lips with song;
Thou art my health, my joy, my staff, my rod;
Leaning on Thee, in weakness I am strong.
More of Thyself, Oh, show me, hour by
hour;
More of Thy glory, O my God and Lord;
More of Thyself in all Thy grace and power;
More of Thy love and truth, Incarnate Word.
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
7.6.7.6.D.
8.6.8.6.
6.10.7.7.10.
8.3.8.3. with chorus
8.8.8.8.
He faileth not, for He is God;
He faileth not, His grace how good!
He faileth not, His Word is clear;
If we have God, whom need we fear?
The highest mount, He can make plain;
The wildest flood, He can restrain!
God of Impossibilities!
Poor puny man, now learn His ways.
The axe did swim on Jordan’s wave!
Our God the Red Sea’s waters clave!
He stopped the sun! made long the day!
This is the God to whom we pray.
He bars the sea with feeble sand!
The proud waves bow at His command!
If God is thine, what more your need?
Can He not work for you indeed?
Our God is love; your needs are known;
His promises He’ll fully own.
Our gracious God bows down His ear
The feeblest, weakest cry to hear.
Our God is light, and never yet,
One promise did He e’er forget.
His promises in Christ the Son
Are fully pledged, Yea and Amen.
Our faithful God, faith cannot break,
Nor death, nor hell, His promise shake!
Who ask in faith, He’ll not deny;
His Word is sure, He must reply.
He faileth not, let all men hear;
He faileth not, His Word is clear.
He faileth not, His grace how good;
He faileth not, for He is God!
10.10.10.10.10.10.
8.8.8.8. (A)
8.6.8.6.
8.8.8.6. with chorus
7.5.7.5. with chorus
10.6.10.6. with chorus
No friend like Him is so high and
holy,
No, not one! no, not one!
And yet no friend is so meek and lowly,
No, not one! no, not one!
There’s not an hour that He is not near
us,
No, not one! no, not one!
No night so dark, but His love can cheer us,
No, not one! no, not one!
Did ever saint find this Friend forsake
him?
No, not one! no, not one!
Or sinner find that He would not take him?
No, not one! no, not one!
Was e’er a gift like the Savior given?
No, not one! no, not one!
Will He refuse us the bliss of heaven?
No, not one! no, not one!
8.7.8.5.D.
8.7.8.7.D. with repeat
8.7.8.7.D.
8.8.8.8.D.
8.8.8.8.
Be still, my heart! these anxious
cares
To thee are burdens, thorns and snares;
They cast dishonor on the Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.
Brought safely by His hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if He provide,
Or lose thy way with such a Guide?
When first before His mercy-seat
Thou didst to Him thine all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.
Did ever trouble yet befall,
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not His promise passed,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
He who has helped me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to His Praise.
Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee on, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For God will make amends for all.
10.9.10.9.10.9.10.7.
Day by day, and with each passing
moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ the Lord I stand.
8.6.8.6.
6.6.8.6. with repeat
8.8.8.
Why should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempter’s power?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.
Though hot the fight, why quit the
field?
Why must I either fly or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?
When creature comforts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep, but why should I?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.
Though all the flocks and herds were
dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.
I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows, and will provide.
Though sin would fill me with
distress,
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.
Though faint my prayers and cold my
love,
My steadfast hope shall not remove,
While Jesus intercedes above.
Against me earth and hell combine;
But on my side is power divine;
Jesus is all, and He is mine!
8.8.8.5.
Soldier, soldier, fighting in the world’s
great strife,
On thyself relying, battling for thy life;
Trust thyself no longer, Trust to Christ—He’s stronger;
I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth
me.
In your daily duty, standing up for
right,
Are you sometimes weary—heart not always light?
Doubt your Savior never, This your motto ever:
I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth
me.
If your way be weary He will help you
through—
Help you in your troubles and your pleasures too;
Say, when Satan’s by you; Say, when all things try you:
I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth
me.
In a world of trouble, tempted oft to
stray,
You need never stumble, Satan cannot stay,
Will but tempt you vainly, If you tell him plainly:
I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth
me.
Jesus’ power is boundless, boundless as the
sea;
He is always able, able to keep me,
Power bring from my weakness, Glory from my meekness:
I can all things, all things do Through Christ, which strengtheneth
me.
8.7.8.7.D. with chorus
8.6.8.6.D.
11.11.11.11. with chorus
11.11.11.11. with chorus
11.9.11.9. with chorus
11.8.11.8. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
10.10.
9.8.9.8.D. with chorus
His grace is sufficient to save me,
And cleanse me from guilt and from sin;
Sufficient to sanctify wholly,
And give me His Spirit within.
His grace is sufficient for trials,
No matter how hard they may be,
This promise stands over against them,
My grace is sufficient for thee.
His grace is sufficient for sickness,
Sustaining and making me whole;
His grace is sufficient when sorrows
Like billows roll over the soul.
His grace is sufficient for service,
It sets us from selfishness free,
And sends us to tell to the tried ones,
His grace is sufficient for thee.
His grace is sufficient to live by,
And should we be summoned to die
’Twill light up the valley of shadows,
And bear us away to Him nigh.
Or when we shall stand in His vict’ry,
And Christ in His glory shall see,
We’ll fall at His footstool confessing,
Thy grace was sufficient for me.
I t is not our grace that’s
sufficient,
But His grace, it ever must be:
Our graces are transient and changing;
His grace is unfailing as He.
And so I am ever repeating
His wonderful promise to me,
My strength is made perfect in weakness,
My grace is sufficient for thee.
9.9.9.9.D.
9.7.9.7. with chorus
12.11.12.11.
6.6.8.6.8.8.
A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there;
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.
Nought have I else to do,
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song;
He caught and bound my wandering wing;
But still He bends to hear me sing.
Thou hast an ear to hear
A heart to love and bless;
And though my notes were e’er so rude,
Thou wouldst not hear the less;
Because Thou knowest as they fall,
That love, sweet love, inspires them all.
My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly;
But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart’s at liberty;
For prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.
O it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above!
To Him whose purpose I adore,
Whose providence I love;
And in Thy mighty will to find
The joy, the freedom of the mind.
7.6.7.6.8.8.
Strong are the walls around me,
That hold me all the day;
But they who thus have bound me,
Cannot keep God away:
My very dungeon walls are dear,
Because the God I love is here,
They know, who thus oppress me,
’Tis hard to be alone;
But know not One can bless me,
Who comes through bars and stone;
He makes my dungeon’s darkness bright,
And fills my bosom with delight.
Thy love, O God, restores me
From sighs and tears to praise;
And deep my soul adores Thee,
Nor thinks of time or place:
I ask no more, in good or ill,
But union with Thy holy will.
’Tis that which makes my treasure,
’Tis that which brings my gain;
Converting woe to pleasure,
And reaping joy from pain.
Oh, ’tis enough, whate’er befall,
To know that God is All in all.
10.10.10.10. with chorus
11.8.11.8.D. with repeat
His angels His countenance always
behold,
But never experience His grace;
His saints, while they know His unlimited love,
Have never yet looked on His face.
Yet soon they will rise and His visage behold,
The sight of His glory will gain;
But Mary, beholding His tear-be-dimmed eyes,
Could see His heart’s anguish and pain,
Could see His heart’s anguish and pain.
We soon will see Jesus, our Lord, face to
face,
We’ll know Him as never before;
But then there’s no need for a hand such as His
To heal a heart broken and sore.
In heaven we’ll offer Him praise without end—
No praying or tears needed there,
Nor ever a burden to roll on our Friend,
Or place for importunate prayer,
Or place for importunate prayer.
In heavenly glory, that day we’ll be
crowned
And nevermore carry a cross.
’Tis only on earth where our Lord was disowned
We share His rejection and loss.
When entering rest in that morning so fair,
Our anguish and trials will end;
His sorrow and shame we’ll no more with Him share,
Or sacrifice pleasures for Him,
Or sacrifice pleasures for Him.
Alas, we are left with few chances to
share,
To learn and to taste of His grief.
Yet still for His sake His reproach we may bear—
Such times we can never retrieve.
Reviling and scorn shall we still here bemoan
When soon they no longer will be?
I treasure these temporal blessings I’ve known,
For thus, Lord, I’m made one with Thee,
For thus, Lord, I’m made one with Thee.
I long, Lord, to gaze on Thy wonderful
face
’Tis better by far Thee to meet.
But now I would choose Thy dear suffering grace
And not miss such fellowship sweet.
Have mercy on me; fill me, Lord, with Thy love
To live for Thee here at all cost,
Lest earnestly seeking a heaven above
I then regret chances were lost,
I then regret chances were lost.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
9.8.9.8. with chorus
11.11.11.11.
O eyes that are weary and hearts that are
sore,
Look off unto Jesus and sorrrow no more;
The light of His countenance shineth so bright,
That on earth as in heaven, there need be no night.
“Looking off unto Jesus,” my 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 mom.
“Looking off unto Jesus,” I go not
astray;
My eyes are on Him, and He shows me the way;
The path may seem dark as He leads me along,
But following Jesus I cannot go wrong.
“Looking off unto Jesus,” my heart cannot
fear,
Its trembling is still when I see Jesus near;
I know that His power my safeguard will be,
For, “Why are you troubled?” He saith unto me.
Soon, soon shall I know the full beauty and
grace
Of Jesus my Lord when I stand face to face;
I shall know how His love went before me each day,
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
6.5.6.5.D.
11.10.11.10.
10.10.10.10.
“Consider Him,” let Christ thy pattern
be,
And know that He hath apprehended thee
To share His very life, His pow’r divine,
And in the likeness of thy Lord to shine.
“Consider Him”; so shalt thou, day by
day,
Seek out the lowliest place, and therein stay,
Content to pass away, a thing of nought,
That glory to the Father’s name be brought.
Shrink not, O child of God, but fearless
go
Down into death with Jesus; thou shalt know
The power of an endless life begin,
With glorious liberty from self and sin.
“Consider Him,” and thus thy life shall
be
Filled with self-sacrifice and purity;
God will work out in thee the pattern true,
And Christ’s example ever keep in view.
“Consider Him,” and as you run the
race,
Keep ever upward looking in His face;
And thus transformed, illumined thou shalt be,
And Christ’s own image shall be seen in thee.
13.11.13.7. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
6.6.8.6.
6.6.6.6.8.8.
Ye sleeping souls, awake
From dreams of carnal ease!
Your couch of sloth forsake;
Nor seek the flesh to please;
Far from this land of shadows flee,
And march towards eternity.
Aside each burden lay,
That does your course restrain,
And onward urge your way
From nature, self, and sin;
Prepare the midnight cry to hear,
“The Bridegroom comes, behold Him near!”
Arise, go forth to find
Your true and faithful Lord;
And leaving all behind,
In spirit hear His word.
The pure in heart His presence feel,
’Tis them He doth Himself reveal.
Within your souls retired,
His precious love enjoy;
And with His Spirit tlr’d,
Your time in prayer employ;
And purchase oil, whilst yet you may,
Lest it should fail you on that day.
Give God alone Thy heart,
For vain is all disguise.
O Lord Thy love impart,
The oil that makes us wise!
To light our souls with holy fire,
Which shall not, e’en in death, expire.
Jesus, Thyself excite
Our feet to run the race—
To watch, and pray, and fight,
Till we behold Thy face!
Nor let us ever tire, nor rest,
Till with Thy full possession blest!
8.7.8.7.
Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee;
Stranger hands no more impede;
Pass thou on, His strength protects thee,
Strength that has the captive freed.
Is the wilderness before thee,
Desert lands where drought abides?
Heavenly springs shall there restore thee,
Fresh from God’s exhaustless tides.
Light divine surrounds thy going,
God Himself shall mark thy way;
Secret blessings, richly flowing,
Lead to everlasting day.
God, thine everlasting portion,
Feeds thee with the Mighty’s meat;
Saved from Egypt’s hard extortion,
Egypt’s food no more to eat.
Art thou weaned from Egypt’s
pleasures?
God in secret shall thee keep;
There unfold His hidden treasures,
There His love’s exhaustless deep.
In the desert God will teach thee
What the God that thou hast found—
Patient, gracious, powerful, holy;
All His grace shall there abound.
On to Canaan’s rest still wending,
E’en thy wants and woes shall bring
Suited grace from high descending;
Thou shalt taste of mercy’s spring.
Though thy way be long and dreary,
Eagle strength He’ll still renew;
Garments fresh, and feet unweary,
Tell how God hath brought thee through.
When to Canaan’s long-loved dwelling
Love divine thy feet shall bring,
Thou, with shouts of triumph swelling,
Zion’s songs in rest shall sing.
6.6.8.6.
8.6.8.6. with chorus
11.9.11.9. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D.
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
I dare not be defeated Since Christ, my
conquering King
Has called me to the battle Which He did surely win.
Come, Lord, and give me courage, Thy conquering Spirit give,
Make me an overcomer, In power within me live.
I dare not be defeated, When Jesus leads me
on
To press through hellish regions To share with Him His Throne;
Come, Lord, and give Thy soldier The power to wield the sword,
Make me an overcomer Through Thine inerrant Word.
I dare not be defeated, Just at the set of
sun,
When Jesus waits to whisper, “Well done, beloved, well done”;
Come, Lord, bend from the Glory, On me Thy Spirit cast,
Make me an overcomer, A victor to the last.
8.8.8.8.
9.7.9.7.8.7.8.7. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D.
8.7.8.7.D.
To the foe my word is always, “No,”
To the Father it is “Yes,”
That His plan and all His counsel
Be accomplished with success;
When Thine orders I’m obeying,
Grant me, Lord, authority
To fulfill Thy plan eternal
Thru the Spirit’s power in me.
To the foe my word is always, “No,”
To the Father it is, “Yes”;
’Tis my attitude eternal;
May the Lord protect and bless,
Lest while walking in obedience
Satan undermine the way;
When I’m list’ning to Thine orders,
Grant me mercy, Lord, I pray.
To the foe my word is always, “No,”
To the Father it is, “Yes”;
I completely would obey Him,
Though deep suff’ring may oppress.
If the Lord will save and keep me,
As I forward press with Him,
Then no trials shall prevent me,
Nor will opposition grim.
8.6.8.6.D. with chorus
11.10.11.10. with repeat
7.7.7.7.
8.6.8.6.D.
The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly
crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar: Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could
pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky, And called to Him to save:
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his
train?
A glorious band, the chosen few on whom the
Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, and mocked the cross and
flame.
They met the tyrant’s brandished steel, the lion’s gory mane,
They bowed their necks, the death to feel: who follows in their
train?
A noble army, men and boys, the matron and
the maid,
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice, in robes of light arrayed.
They climbed by strength divine from heaven, through peril, toil, and
pain:
O God, to us may grace be given to follow in their train.
A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right The Man on our side,
The Man of Gods’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils
filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is forever.
8.6.8.6.D.
The name of Jesus is our stand,
It is our victory;
Not on ourselves do we rely,
But, mighty Lord, on Thee.
Our weapons are not arms of flesh,
But ours the Spirit’s sword,
And God’s whole armor putting on,
We battle in the Lord.
Behold, the foe doth meet and plot,
Stand firm in one accord!
Though war be fierce and darkness thick,
Resist him in the Lord!
If one thru fear should backward turn,
He undermines the rest.
Oh, do not let your brothers down,
Nor by you be distressed.
The devil knows his time is short,
He is the more enraged,
And by his wiles would weaken us
Before the battle’s waged.
The trials now more numerous are,
The suff’ring e’en more sore,
The force of hell opposing us
More dreadful than before.
What should our posture be today
In such a desperate hour?
Should we our ease and pleasure seek
And let the foe devour?
Or with increasing conflict strong,
Courageous to endure?
’Tis here that life or death is won!
Who will God’s praise secure?
For Christ the Lord we then would
stand,
He is the Conqueror!
For Him we would endure the pain
Until the fight is o’er.
The hour of triumph soon we’ll see—
The Lord will come again;
If now we suffer for His sake,
Then we with Him shall reign.
6.6.8.6.D.
Soldiers of Christ, arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Through His eternal Son;
Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty pow’r,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.
Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God,
That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o’ercome through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul,
Take every virtue, every grace,
And fortify the whole.
To keep your armor bright
Attend with constant care,
Still walking in your Captain’s sight
And watching unto prayer.
Pray, without ceasing pray,
Your Captain gives the word;
His summons cheerfully obey,
And call upon the Lord:
To God your every want
In instant prayer display;
Pray always; pray, and never faint;
Pray, without ceasing pray.
From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day:
Still let the Spirit cry
In all His soldiers, “Come!”
Till Christ the Lord descend from high,
And take the conquerors home.
8.8.8.8.
6.6.8.6.D.
Conflict today is fierce, The strength of
Satan more;
The cry of battle calling now Is louder than before.
The rebel voice of hell E’en stronger now becomes;
But list, the midnight cry resounds, Behold, I quickly come!
Trials more bitter grow, The fighting doth
enlarge;
Hell’s forces rally all their pow’rs And gather for the charge.
Yet while we wait and watch And feel the war severe,
We hear the joyful song ring out, Jesus, the Lord, is near!
’Tis harder at the end The word to
testify,
For Satan fights with all his pow’r Our witness to defy.
Much greater strength we need The foe to overcome;
How happy when the Lord we see And all our sighing’s done!
Who then will forward go Strong in His
mighty power?
Who then will firmly trust the Lord Until the vict’ry hour;
Till with the conqu’rors blest, The triumph song’s begun?
That man will then rejoice to hear, Behold, I quickly come!
Who then will choose God’s best, And take
the narrow track,
Though passing thru the wildest storms, Yet never turning back?
Who now will dare press on, Enduring pain and fear?
All such will then rejoice to see Jesus, the Lord, is near!
Though deep the darkness be We still would
onward go,
Till we the day of rapture greet And glory ’round shall glow.
’Tis there we’ll see the Lord, And Satan overcome;
The overcomers will rejoice, Jesus, the Lord, has come!
8.5.8.5.D.
7.6.7.6.D.
Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! The
conflict has begun;
Thy battle song triumphant—“The victory is won!”
Hell’s power must be vanquished And Satan’s forces strewn;
The Captain of the Army Will come and triumph soon.
Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! And gaze
upon thy Lord;
If thou wilt fight His battle, The throne is thy reward.
This war is of the spirit, Not fought on earthly ground;
The Lord well knows the foe is near, Encircling us around.
Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Christ’s
throne awaiteth thee;
His resurrection power Will lift thy spirit free.
Through Him thou wilt have power, The foe to battle down;
Through Him thou wilt the triumph sing, And wear the victor’s
crown.
Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Thou
shalt ascend the throne;
A feast He is preparing, How happy thou to own.
With Him we’re resurrected Above the battle din;
Transcending all that binds us, We’re far above in Him.
Charge, soldiers, charge in battle! Thou art
the royal heir;
The Lord from dust did choose thee, That thou His kingdom share.
Thou hast no part in darkness, Thy future, O how bright;
With Christ to dwell forever And in His love delight.
With joyful shouts charge forward! The
kingdom is before;
Upon the peak of Zion We’ll sing, the battle o’er.
The Lamb has won the victory! The Lamb is on the throne!
With shouts of joy we praise Him, For He must overcome.
10.10.10.10.
10.10.10.10. with chorus
8.8.8.8.8.8. with repeat
12.12.12.8. with chorus
11.10.11.10.11.10.11.12.
Since long ago at Bethany we parted,
Within my heart there is a ceaseless void;
How can I take my harp down from the willow?
How can my songs without Thee be enjoyed?
And when at night I’m keeping lonely vigil—
Grown numb alike to sorrow and to cheer—
Then I recall the promise of Thy coming,
But sigh: O Lord, why, why Thou dost not yet appear?
Thy manger wakes the thought: I too am
homeless;
Thy cross strips earthly pleasures from my soul;
Thy coming bids me seek a better country,
For Thou Thyself art now my final goal.
Since Thou art gone my joy has lost its flavor,
My song the sweetness I would fain convey.
Since Thou art gone the sense of void o’erwhelms me.
Oh, how I long that Thou wilt come and not delay.
Though even now I know Thy loving
presence,
Yet in my heart there’s still a sense of lack.
Enlightening and tenderest sustaining
Can no more satisfy: I want Thee back.
Despite Thy peace within, I still feel lonely;
Despite Thy joy there still remains a sigh;
When I feel most content, the silent yearning
To see Thee face to face becomes an uttered cry.
What exile cannot but desire his
homeland
And long his people once again to greet?
What soul on alien soil forgets his kindred?
What parted lovers never yearn to meet?
O Lord, how can these earthly loves and pleasures
With all the joy of Thy return compare?
Then, if I cannot here behold Thy countenance,
What can I do but sigh till Thou, my Lord, appear?
Could’st Thou, O Lord, forget Thy word of
promise
Soon to return and take me unto Thee?
Yet day by day and year by year I’ve waited
And still I wait, and no return I see!
Remember, Lord, the years I have been waiting
While Thy dear footsteps linger far away.
How long? How long? Oh! must I wait still longer
Till Thou shalt come again in glorious array?
From generation unto generation
Thy saints have come and gone, but have not seen
Thy glorious promise pass into fulfilment.
How long, how very long the time has been!
Why cannot we, dear Lord, discern Thy footsteps?
Why are the heavens still so closely sealed?
Oh! must our waiting be prolonged still further
Before Thou in Thy matchless splendor art revealed?
Lord, I recall the many years I’ve
waited
For Thy return—yet, Lord, not I alone,
But Thy dear saints through many generations—
Beseeching Thee to come back for Thine own.
To countless tears and countless fervent pleadings,
By Thine appearing haste to make reply.
Oh, may Thou come, the echo of the ages,
Come, come and answer now this mighty corp’rate cry!
11.10.11.10. with chorus
Beloved Lord, since the year Thou
ascended
Everything here has been tasteless and dry;
Often in praying and often in watching,
In every movement, for Thee, Lord, we sigh.
Scenes although lovely, yet when will we
meet Thee?
Birds and the flowers fair beauty embrace;
All are delightsome, but none satisfy me,
For I am longing for Thy loving face.
Lord, we’re impatient awaiting Thy
coming,
We do not know how much longer ’twill be;
From every sunrise to every bright sunset
Hope we each moment Thy coming to see.
Whene’er ’tis raining, or strong winds are
blowing,
Whene’er the moon shines, or rises the sea,
We ever hope to discover Thy coming;
How disappointed when no sign of Thee!
If it were not for the bidding Thou gav’st
us,
We’d be discouraged, Thy service we’d shirk;
But Thou dost want us while waiting Thy coming,
For Thee to live and in diligence work.
Oh Lord, remember the days have been
lengthened
Since Thou hast promised ere going away;
We hope and hope and are endlessly hoping,
That Thou wilt come. Canst Thou come e’en today?
8.6.8.6.D.
My King will soon come back again,
The sky be filled with Him;
The universe to be redeemed
Will see His light therein.
The Lord will soon fulfill His plan,
His footsteps now I hear;
His glorious frame I faintly see
Beginning to appear.
I’m longing for His presence blest
And dare not slothful be
While waiting for my Lord’s return,
His own dear self to see.
My only hope—that He may come
And change my faith to sight;
There is no other joy on earth
Which gives my heart delight.
My heart is always with Himself,
My eyes are heavenward,
My lips would utter nothing else
Than meeting with my Lord.
The coming of the Lord draws nigh,
His coming is for me;
His promise ever standeth firm
And soon fulfilled I’ll see.
My Savior, all Thy holy words
Can never doubted be;
With them encouraged day by day,
I’m faithful unto Thee.
Oh, may Thy glory soon appear,
The foe be overthrown;
Thy promises be realized,
And we brought to Thy throne.
Thy saving arm a refuge is,
My Savior God, to me;
Thou as the Father keepeth them
Who put their trust in Thee.
The sheep and shepherd are of one,
The head and body same;
None e’er can pluck from out Thy hand
The child who trusts Thy Name.
A thousand hands won’t hinder me,
Nor will ten thousand eyes;
The thorns upon the road but help
Me onward to the prize.
Arise, my spirit and my heart,
And let the world go by;
The Lord of life will take me soon
To be with Him on high.
Thou healing sun! Thou hope of man!
I really love Thy ray.
Oh, righteous Lord! oh, glorious King!
I bow to Thee and pray:
Oh, may Thou soon ascend Thy throne
And quickly show Thy face;
Thy heav’nly kingdom may Thou found
And grant all men Thy grace.
The truth should triumph and be king,
And freedom should be queen;
But falsehood, which has rampant run,
Head of the world is seen.
We ask Thee, Truth, to quickly come
And bring Thy light from heav’n:
The foe be curshed and all Thy sons
Into Thy bosom giv’n.
12.12.12.8. with chorus
9.7.9.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
8.8.8.8.D.
8.5.8.5.D.
’Midst the darkness, storm, and
sorrow,
One bright gleam I see;
Well I know the blessed morrow
Christ will come for me.
’Midst the peace, the joy, the glory
And the light, God’s own,
Christ for me is watching, waiting,
Waiting ’til I come.
Long the blessed Guide has led me,
By the desert road;
Now I see the coming splendor,
Splendor of my God.
There amidst the love and glow
He is waiting yet;
On His hands a name is graven
He can ne’er forget.
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 glow well I know Him,
Evermore the same.
O the blessed joy of meeting,
All the desert past;
O the wondrous words of greeting,
He shall speak at last!
He and I together ent’ring
The fair realm above;
He and I together sharing
All the Father’s love.
Where no shade nor stain can enter,
Nor the gold be dim,
In His holiness unsullied,
I shall walk with Him.
Meet companion then for Jesus,
From Him, for Him, made—
Glory of God’s grace forever
There in me displayed.
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 forever with Him;
His, that I am there.
8.8.8.4. with repeat
When my blest Lord will come again,
I will be saved from all my pain,
With all the saints I’ll follow Him,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
With all the saints I’ll follow Him,
O praise the Lord!
When I shall see Him face to face,
And dwell with Him thru endless days,
I will rejoice and sing His grace,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
I will rejoice and sing His grace,
O praise the Lord!
When I meet Him before the Throne,
My suff’rings then will all be gone,
The joy of vict’ry will be won,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
The joy of vict’ry will be won,
O praise the Lord!
In that day I will testify
That nothing with Christ’s life can vie,
What glorious rapture to the sky,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
What glorious rapture to the sky,
O praise the Lord!
May we in our Lord’s side e’er hide,
Be always one and ne’er divide,
That His heart may be satisfied,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
That His heart may be satisfied,
O praise the Lord!
O come, our King, O come, dear Lord!
Receive us by Thy promised word,
And give the victors Thy reward,
O praise the Lord!
O praise the Lord! O praise the Lord!
And give the victors Thy reward,
O praise the Lord!
Thou art coming, O my Savior,
Thou art coming, O my King,
In Thy beauty all resplendent,
In Thy glory all transcendent;
Well may we rejoice and sing;
Coming! In the opening east,
Herald brightness slowly swells:
Coming! O my glorious Priest,
Hear we not Thy golden bells?
Thou art coming, Thou art coming;
We shall meet Thee on Thy way;
We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee,
We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee
All our hearts could never say:
What an anthem that will be,
Ringing out our love to Thee,
Pouring out our rapture sweet
At Thine own all-glorious feet.
Thou art coming, at Thy Table
We are witnesses for this;
While rememb’ring hearts Thou meetest
In communion clearest, sweetest,
Earnest of our coming bliss,
Showing not Thy death alone,
And Thy love exceeding great,
But Thy coming and Thy throne,
All for which we long and wait.
Oh, the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own beloved Lord!
Every tongue Thy Name confessing,
Worship, honor, glory, blessing,
Brought to Thee with one accord;
Thee, my Master and my Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned,
Unto earth’s remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned!
7.6.7.6.D.
Hail to the Lord’s Anointed,
Great David’s greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth:
Before Him on the mountains
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar.
To Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
The mountain dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.
O’er every foe victorious
He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand forever,
His changeless Name of Love.
10.10.10.10. with chorus
10.7.10.7. with chorus
7.7.7.3.D. with chorus
Virgins Christ comes quickly for,
Those with oil an extra store,
Not the fools who oil ignore- Buy in time!
For the oil a price we pay,
Deal with self without delay,
Fill your vessels every day—Buy in time!
For His servants Christ will come
And reward each faithful one;
Slothful ones will be undone—Serve in time!
Make your single talent count,
All self’s problems now surmount,
Serve with Christ, the living fount—Serve in time!
Christ comes quickly for His grain,
Ripened firstfruits to obtain;
Unripe harvest will remain—Ripen now!
From earth’s water grain must dry,
From the world your soul deny;
To mature the self must die—Ripen now!
Overcomers Christ will take,
Those who all for Him forsake,
Those who of first love partake—Win in time!
All the deadness overcome,
With the living Christ be one,
Toward the goal now swiftly run—Win in time!
Christ comes for His kingdom too;
Heav’nly reign we must pursue,
Let His rule our self subdue—Yield in time!
Rebel self must be dethroned,
Lessons must not be postponed,
Quickly yield to Christ enthroned—Yield in time!
12.12.12.12. with chorus
15.15.15.6. with chorus
That great dragon, the old serpent called
the devil, down is cast;
Satan and his fallen angels’ long deceiving days are past!
Now our praises like a thunder through the universe shall blast—
The victory is won!
Now is come salvation, power, and the
kingdom of our God;
The accuser of the brethren underneath our feet is trod!
The authority of Christ is now the church’s ruling rod—
The victory is won!
By the Lamb’s redeeming blood th’ accuser we
have overcome;
By our word of testimony, all declaring, “It is done!”
Unto death, our souls not loving—all the glory to the Son!
The victory is won!
Now rejoice and be exceeding glad! What
glory is displayed!
For the marriage of the Lamb, the wife all ready now is made!
In fine linen, bright and pure, ’twas granted her to be arrayed—
The victory is won!
Now the devil’s in the lake of fire, for
John has seen him there;
Hallelujah, never more need we his provocations bear!
What a triumph for the saints his judgment boldly to declare—
The victory is won!
Now behold the greatest wonder—New Jerusalem
descend!
She’s the building of the Triune God with man—a perfect blend!
She’s the Bride, prepared, adorned for Christ—of all God’s work, The
end!
The victory is won!
It’s the tabernacle of our God, His dwelling
place with men;
In His holiness and glory He’s expressed through all of them.
“It is done!” O brothers, see it! See the New Jerusalem!
The victory is won!
10.10.10.10. with repeat
Our goal—the holy city with the Lord,
It is our portion, ’tis where He’s adored;
Although our bodies still are living here,
Our spirits with our glorious Lord are there.
Our goal divine—the new Jerusalem—
That holy city made for God with men;
For all redeemed, who have Thy pathway trod,
Shall have the right to share the bliss with God.
And every time we toward that city
gaze,
Then every time we long to see Thy face;
We long to hear the shout that calls to Thee,
With Thee to share Thy God eternally.
Our heart’s desire is not the peace so
sweet,
Our longed for hope is not the joy we’ll meet;
But Thou Thyself, Thou art “our hope,” O Lord,
For ’tis Thyself that will be our reward.
O Jesus, Lord, we pray Thee hear our cry,
Come!
Bring us to that city from on high!
That in that glory we may share with Thee,
Thy loving Self partake eternally .
O Lord, Thou sayest, “I make all things
new,”
New heav’ns, new earth, and all within them too!
Our God Himself our portion then shall be;
O Lord, come quickly! Take us up with Thee.
11.11.11.11. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Holy city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode;
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.
See the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy blessed members,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, when such a river
Ever flows their thirst t’ assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
Blest constituents of Zion,
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood;
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
’Tis His love His people raises
Over self to reign as kings:
And as priests, His worthy praises,
Each his thankful offering brings.
Savior, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity—
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s members know.
15.11.15.7. with chorus
10.10.10.10.10.10.
How true it is no heart may comprehend
The glory God prepareth for His own,
And what will happen when this age shall end;
But yet in vision Jesus hath made known
How fair and holy shall the Church descend,
Lit up with light of precious jasper stone.
And He shall make His Church all heavenly
fair,
With-gold and pearls, and every radiant stone,
And reign in holiness and glory there,
And shine as suns and stars have never shone;
And He shall lead His Bride, His joy and care,
With blissful singing to His Father’s throne.
And then the blest communion shall have
come,
Of God’s dear children meeting from afar;
Within His burning love they blend as one,
Yet each, according as His counsels are,
Shall have peculiar glory of his own,
As one star differeth from another star.
And God is all in all in that great
day,
And He is their exceeding great Reward;
Their stream of life, their beautiful array,
Their food, their joy, their radiance, Christ the Lord;
The music of their wondrous song shall say,
How great the joy that passeth thought or word.
And this is that eternal life of
heaven,
Laid up with Christ in God, the’ mystery
Of resurrection life which He hath given:
A fount of living waters full and free;
A life by which the gates of death are riven,
A life which on the throne of Christ shall be.
And here in this waste wilderness
begun,
So soon as we believe in Christ aright,
And quickened by the Spirit of the Son,
Receive Him as our only life and light,
As all the branches in the vine are one,
So we are one forever in His sight.
Now come, Lord Jesus, quickly from
above,
Do Thou sustain us on the desert road,
And draw us after Thee by might of love,
Our Fatherland art Thou, O love of God;
Once safe in Thee, no more shall we remove,
O Thou our everlasting sure abode.
8.6.8.6.D.
7.6.7.6.
8.7.8.7. with chorus
10.10.10.6. with chorus
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.7.8.7. with chorus
We have heard the joyful sound:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Spread the tidings all around:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Bear the news to every land,
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward!—’tis our Lord’s command;
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Waft it on the rolling tide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Tell to sinners far and wide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Sing, ye islands of the sea,
Echo back, ye ocean caves;
Earth shall keep her jubilee,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Sing above the battle’s strife,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
By His death and endless life,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Sing it softly thru the
When the heart for mercy craves,
Sing in triumph o’er the tomb,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
Give the winds a mighty voice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Let the nations now rejoice.
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Shout salvation full and free,
Highest hills and deepest’ caves,
This our song of victory,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves.
8.5.8.5.D. with chorus
6.5.6.5.D.
11.9.11.9. with chorus
6.6.6.6. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.8.6.8.8.6.
7.5.7.5.D.
8.8.8.8. with chorus
9.9.9.9. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with repeat
11.9.11.9. with chorus
10.9.10.8. with chorus
8.6.8.6. with chorus
8.5.8.3.D.
8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4.
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 or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us;
But this Friend will ne’er deceive us:
Oh, how He loves!
’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 flock He safely brought us:
Oh, how He loves!
Blessed Jesus! would you know Him?
Oh, how He loves!
Give yourselves entirely to Him,
Oh, how He loves!
Think no longer of the morrow,
From the past new courage borrow,
Jesus carries all your sorrow:
Oh, how He loves!
All your sins shall be forgiven,
Oh, how He loves!
Backward shall your foes be driven,
Oh, how He loves!
Best of blessings He’ll provide you,
Nought but good shall e’er betide you,
Safe to glory He will guide you:
Oh, how He loves!
10.4.10.7.4.10.
10.6.10.6. with chorus
There were ninety and nine that safely
lay
In the shelter of the flock,
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off in the cold and dark;
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and
nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”
But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night which the Lord
passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the bleak desert He heard its cry—
All bleeding and helpless, and ready to die.
“Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the
way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn.”
And all through the mountains,
thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
9.9.9.9. with chorus
9.8.9.8. with chorus
10.10.10.6. with chorus
8.8.8.7.
11.8.11.8. with chorus
11.11.11.6. with chorus
11.7.11.7. with chorus
10.8.10.7. with chorus
8.9.8.9.D.
I hear my risen Savior say:
“Follow me, follow me, follow me”;
His voice is calling all the day,
“Follow me, follow me, follow me.
For thee I trod the bitter way,
For thee I gave my life away,
And drank the gall thy debt to pay,
Follow me, follow me, follow me.”
““Tho’ thou hast sinn’d, I’ll pardon
thee,
Follow me, follow me, follow me;
From ev’ry sin I’ll set thee free,
Follow me, follow me, follow me;
In all thy changing life I’ll be
Thy God, thy guide on land and sea,
Thy bliss thro’ all eternity,
Follow me, follow me, follow me.””
““Bring unto me thy many cares,
Follow me, follow me, follow me;
Thy heavy load my arm upbears,
Follow me, follow me, follow me;
Lean on my breast, dismiss thy fears,
And trust me thro’ thy future years,
My hand shall wipe away all tears,
Follow me, follow me, follow me.””
8.6.8.6. with chorus
11.11.11.7. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
10.8.10.8. with chorus
9.9.9.7. with chorus
“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.”
“Almost persuaded,” come, come today;
“Almost persuaded,” turn not away;
Jesus invites you here,
Angels are ling’ring near,
Prayers rise from hearts so dear;
O wand’rer, come!
Oh, be persuaded! Christ never fails—
Oh, be persuaded! His blood avails—
Can save from every sin,
Cleanse you without, within—
Will you not let Him in?
Open the door!
“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!”
Be now persuaded, oh, sinner, hear!
Be now persuaded, Jesus is near;
His voice is pleading still,
Turn now with heart and will,
Peace will your spirit fill—
Oh, turn today!
7.7.7.3.D. with chorus
10.9.10.9.D.
If I gained the world, but lost the
Savior,
Were my life worth living for a day?
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
In the things that soon must pass away?
If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,
Would my gain be worth the lifelong strife?
Are all earthly pleasures worth comparing
For a moment with a Christ-filled life?
Had I wealth and love in fullest
measure,
And a name revered both far and near,
Yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer;
If I gained the world, but lost the Savior,
Who endured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish, I might flee?
O what emptiness!—without the Savior
’Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him!
Only night and tears and endless woe!
What, though I might live without the Savior,
When I come to die, how would it be?
O to face the valley’s gloom without Him!
And without Him all eternity!
O the joy of having all in Jesus!
What a balm the broken heart to heal!
Ne’er a sin so great, but He’ll forgive it,
Nor a sorrow that He does not feel!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
Nothing else in all the world beside—
O then everything is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide.
There were ninety and nine that safely
lay
In the shelter of the flock,
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off in the cold and dark;
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and
nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”
But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night which the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the bleak desert He heard its cry—
All bleeding and helpless, and ready to die.
All bleeding and helpless, and ready to die.
“Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the
way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn.”
“They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn.”
And all through the mountains,
thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”
10.7.10.7. with chorus
8.8.8.8.
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt;
Fightings within, and fears without,
Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind;
Yes, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storm and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the joy and pleasure, Thine own,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the flock Thy love doth enfold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
6.6.8.6. with chorus
6.6.8.6. with chorus
7.7.7.7.D.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, 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 defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and 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.
7.7.7.7.7.7.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save me from its guilt and power.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All could never sin erase,
Thou must save, and save by grace.
Nothing in my hands I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to Thee for grace:
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
9.7.9.7. with chorus
8.5.8.3.
6.5.6.5.D. with chorus
7.6.7.6.D. with chorus
7.7.7.5.D.
9.9.9.5. with chorus
12.9.12.9. with chorus
7.7.7.7.D.
10.6.10.6.D.
6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
7.7.7.7.7.7.
11.10.11.10. with chorus
8.8.6.8.8.6.6. with chorus
O Holy Ghost, Thy people move,
Baptize their hearts with faith and love
And consecrate their gold.
At Jesus’ feet their millions pour,
And all their ranks unite once more,
As in the days of old,
As in the days of old.
The Master’s coming draweth near;
The Son of Man will soon appear;
His kingdom is at hand.
But ere that glorious day can be,
This gospel of the kingdom we
Must preach in every land,
Must preach in every land.
Oh, let us then His coming haste,
Oh, let us end this awful waste
Of souls that never die.
For many millions still are lost;
A Savior’s blood has paid the cost,
Oh, hear their dying cry,
Oh, hear their dying cry.
They’re passing, passing fast away,
A hundred thousand souls a day
In Christ-less guilt and gloom.
O Church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When, in the awful judgment day,
They charge thee with their doom,
They charge thee with their doom?
8.8.8.6.
.8.8.8.
5.4.5.4.D.
11.11.12.11. with chorus
8.7.8.7.D.
6.6.6.5.D. with chorus
12.5.12.5. with chorus
11.11.7.6.11.
6.6.7.5.
8.10.8.13.
8.8.8.6.
6.6.6.6.6.6.7.
9.6.9.6.6.6.9.6.
16.16.9.9.