Echoes of Grace Hymnbook
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"Come!" 'Tis Jesus Gently Calling
"Come!" 'tis Jesus gently calling,
"Ye with care and toil oppressed,
With your guilt howe'er appalling—
Come, and I will give you rest."
For your sin He "once has suffered,"
On the cross the work was done,
And the word by God now uttered
To each weary soul is "Come!"
"Come!" the Father's house stands open,
With its love and light and song;
And returning to that Father,
All to you may now belong.
From sin's distant land of famine,
Toiling neath the midday sun,
To a Father's house of plenty,
And a Father's welcome, "Come!"
"Come!" for night is gathering quickly
O'er the world's fast-fleeting day;
If you linger till the darkness
You will surely miss your way.
And still waiting—sadly waiting,
Till the day its course has run,
With His patience unabating
Jesus lingers for you—"Come!"
"Come!" for angel hosts are musing
O'er this sight so strangely sad:
God "beseeching"—man refusing
To be made forever glad!
From the world and its delusion
Now our voices rise as one;
While we shout God's invitation,
Heaven itself reechoes "Come!"
As the Serpent Raised by Moses
As the serpent raised by Moses
Healed the fiery serpent's bite,
Jesus now Himself discloses
To the wounded sinner's sight.
Hear His gracious invitation,
"I have life and peace to give,
I have wrought out full salvation,
Sinner, look to Me and live."
"Grieve about your sins no longer,
Well I know their mighty guilt;
But My love than death is stronger,
I My precious blood have spilt:
Though your heart has long been hardened,
Look on Me—it soft shall grow;
Your transgressions shall be pardoned,
And I'll wash you white as snow."
"I have seen what you were doing,
Though you little thought of Me;
You were madly bent on ruin,
But, I said—it shall not be;
You had been forever wretched,
Had I not espoused your part;
Now behold My arms outstretchèd
To receive you to My heart."
Behold, Behold the Lamb of God
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!
Oh hear the overwhelming cry—
"Eli lama sabachthani,"
Draw near and see the Saviour die
On the cross! On the cross!
See, see 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 his rays of light,
The heavens are clothed in shades of night;
While Jesus wins the glorious fight
On the cross! On the cross!
Come, sinners, see Him lifted up
On the cross! On the cross!
He drinks for you the bitter cup
On the cross! On the cross!
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross! On the cross!
Where'er I go I'll tell the story
Of the cross! Of the cross!
In nothing else my soul shall glory,
Save the cross! Save the cross!
Yes; this my constant theme shall be,
Through time, and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me
On the cross! On the cross!
Behold the Saviour at the Door
Behold the Saviour at the door!
He gently knocks—has knocked before;
Has waited long—is waiting still;
You use no other friend so ill.
Open the door, He'll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.
Oh lovely attitude! He stands
With open heart and outstretched hands;
Oh matchless kindness! and He shows
His matchless kindness to His foes.
Admit Him, ere His anger burn,
Lest He depart and ne'er return;
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
When at His door denied you'll stand.
Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest;
No mortal tongue their joys can tell,
With whom He condescends to dwell.
By Faith I See the Saviour Dying
By faith I see the Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree;
To ruined sinners He is crying—
Look to Me, look to Me.
He bids the guilty now draw near;
Hark, hark! His precious words I hear—
So soft, so sweet, they banish fear:
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Think of me, think of me?
And did He save my soul from ruin?
Can it be, can it be?
Oh, yes, He did salvation bring;
He is a Prophet, Priest and King;
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Long as I live I'd still be crying,
Mercy's free, mercy's free;
Point to the Lamb for sinners dying
On the tree, on the tree.
There all my foes He hath withstood,
Washed all my sins away in blood,
Made manifest the love of God,
E'en to me, e'en to me.
How sweet the truth, ye sinners, hear it,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Ye saints of God, to all declare it,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Visit your neighbor's dark abode,
Proclaim to all this love of God,
Oh, spread the joyful news abroad,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
"Come Unto Me." It Is the Saviour's Voice
"Come unto Me." It is the Saviour's voice—
The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice;
O weary heart, with heavy cares oppressed,
"Come unto Me," and I will give you rest.
"Come unto Me," "come unto Me,"
"Come unto Me, and I will give you rest,"
I will give you rest, I will give you rest.
Weary with life's long struggle, full of pain,
O doubting soul, thy Saviour calls again;
Thy doubts shall vanish, and thy sorrows cease:
"Come unto Me," and I will give you peace.
O dying man, with guilt and sin dismayed,
With conscience wakened, of thy God afraid;
'Twixt hopes and fears—oh, end the anxious strife!
"Come unto Me," and I will give you life.
Life, rest and peace, the flowers of deathless bloom,
The Saviour gives us—not beyond the tomb,
But here, and now, on earth, the taste is given
Of joys which wait us through the gates of heaven.
My Hope on Nothing Less Is Built
My hope on nothing less is built
Than Jesus, and the blood He spilt;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on His blest name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Should darkness seem to veil His face,
Unchanged is He, unchanged His grace;
In every high and stormy gale
Faith's anchor holds within the veil.
Eternally His promise stands,
My name is graven on His hands;
Let all around my soul give way,
He still abides my lasting stay.
Come, Weary, Anxious, Laden Soul
Come, weary, anxious, laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
True joy the world can ne'er afford,
'Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners stored—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the spirit's deep-felt sigh—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Oh, if to Jesus you repair,
You'll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share—
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Redeemed by Blood, the Work of Love
Redeemed by blood, the work of love,
Amazing truth, the blood of One
Whose place was rightfully above,
Coequal on the Father's throne.
No victim of inferior worth
Could ward the stroke that justice aimed;
For none but He, in heaven or earth,
Could offer that which justice claimed.
But He, the Lord of glory, came,
Upon the cross He bowed His head;
He suffered pain, He suffered shame,
And lay a prisoner with the dead.
But lo! He's risen from the grave,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name;
The Lord, almighty now to save,
From sin, from death, from endless shame.
Faith Is a Very Simple Thing
Faith is a very simple thing,
Though little understood;
It frees the soul from death's dread sting,
By resting on the blood.
It looks not on the things around,
Nor on the things within;
It takes its flight to scenes above,
Beyond the sphere of sin.
It sees upon the throne of God
A victim that was slain;
It rests its all on His shed blood,
And says, "I'm born again."
Faith is not what we see or feel;
It is a simple trust
In what the God of love has said
Of Jesus as the Just.
On Calvary's Cross, Behold the One
On Calvary's cross, behold the One
Who is God's Fellow and His Son,
Accursèd there upon the tree,
He died to set the guilty free.
He "knew no sin," yet He must there
God's righteous, holy judgment bear,
Must suffer in our guilty stead,
And numbered be among the dead.
He's risen now, the work is done,
And God has glorified His Son;
Has set Him in the highest place,
The source of rich, unbounded grace.
Then to the Lord for refuge fly,
For why, poor sinner, wilt thou die?
Why wilt thou still refuse His call?
Who seeks to save, who died for all.
God Loved the World So Tenderly
God loved the world so tenderly,
His only Son He gave,
That all who on His name believe,
Its wondrous power will save.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son,
That whosoever believeth in Him
Should not perish, should not perish;
That whosoever believeth in Him
Should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Oh, love that only God can feel,
And only He can show!
Its height and depth, its length and breadth,
Nor heaven nor earth can know!
Why perish, then, ye careless ones?
Why slight the gracious call?
Why turn from Him whose words proclaim
Eternal life to all?
O Saviour, melt these hearts of theirs,
And bring them to believe
That whosoever comes to Thee
Shall endless life receive.
Grace! 'Tis a Charming Sound
Grace! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Saved by grace alone,
This is all my plea;
Jesus died for all mankind,
And Jesus died for me.
Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
God Loved the World of Sinners Lost
God loved the world of sinners lost
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full, at highest cost,
He offers free to all.
Oh! 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love!
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above,
To die on Calvary.
Love brings the glorious fullness in,
And to the lost makes known
Salvation from the power of sin,
Through faith in Christ alone.
E'en now by faith I claim Him mine,
The risen Son of God;
Redemption by His death I find,
And cleansing through the blood.
Oh, What a Gift the Father Gave
Oh, what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor, ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.
For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey;
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.
Now I can call the Saviour mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I'm sheltered by His precious blood,
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come all who trust in Jesus now,
And tell your joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ, the gift of God.
God in Mercy Sent His Son
God in mercy sent His Son
To a world by sin undone;
Jesus Christ was crucified—
'Twas for sinners Jesus died.
Oh, the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Saviour's face!
Telling sinners from above,
"God is light" and "God is love."
Sin and death no more shall reign,
Jesus died, and lives again!
In the glory's highest height,
See Him, God's supreme delight.
All who in His name believe
Everlasting life receive;
Lord of all is Jesus now,
Every knee to Him must bow.
Christ the Lord will come again,
He who suffered once will reign,
Every tongue at last will own,
"Jesus Christ is Lord" alone.
He Comes! He Comes! the Bridegroom Comes
He comes! He comes! the Bridegroom comes!
The "Morning Star" appears;
The cloudless morning sweetly dawns;
Saints, quit this vale of tears;
Your absent Lord no longer mourn;
Reproach no longer bear;
He comes! He comes! rise, happy saints,
To meet Him in the air.
He comes! He comes! the Son of Man!
The final Adam now;
"The King of kings, and Lord of lords"!
All knees before Him bow.
He comes! His Israel in the land
Of promise to install;
He comes! He comes! to clear away
The ruins of the fall.
He comes! He comes! the Bridegroom comes!
O sinner, hear the sound;
Accept Him now, if you among
His chosen would be found;
Still mercy's offered—costless—free—
No longer turn away;
He comes! He comes! oh, linger not,
Come while 'tis called "today."
How Precious and Pure Is the Truth
How precious and pure is the truth!
How simple and lovely its words!
'Tis suited for age and for youth,
As shown in this type of the birds.
A bird of the air was to die,
Instead of the leper unclean;
And Jesus, whose home was on high,
Descended to suffer for sin.
The bird must be clean of its kind,
Or else 'twere unfit to be slain;
And none could in Jesus e'er find
A blemish, a spot or a stain.
The bird in a vessel of earth
Must yield up its blood and its breath;
And Jesus, of heavenly birth,
In form as a man suffered death.
The blood of the bird that was slain
The living one bore to the sky;
So Jesus, in rising again,
The worth of His blood took on high.
The leper, with blood seven times
Was sprinkled to render him clean;
So sinners are cleansed from their crimes
In blood which atoned for their sin.
Nothing, Either Great or Small
Nothing, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus did it, did it all,
Long, long ago.
"It is finished!" Yes, indeed,
Finished every jot.
Sinner, this is all you need;
Tell me, is it not?
When He, from His lofty throne,
Stooped to do and die,
Everything was fully done:
Hearken to His cry—
Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.
Till to Jesus' work you cling,
By a simple faith,
"Doing" is a deadly thing—
"Doing" ends in death.
Cast your deadly "doing" down,
Down at Jesus' feet;
Stand "in Him," "in Him" alone,
Gloriously complete.
What Means This Eager, Anxious Throng
What means this eager, anxious throng,
Which moves with busy haste along,
These wondrous gatherings day by day?
What means this strange commotion, pray?
In accents hushed the throng reply,
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
In accents hushed the throng reply,
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Jesus! 'tis He who once below
Man's pathway trod, mid pain and woe;
And burdened ones, where'er He came,
Brought out their sick, and deaf, and lame.
The blind rejoiced to hear the cry,
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
The blind rejoiced to hear the cry,
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Ho! all ye heavy laden, come!
Here's pardon, comfort, rest and home.
Ye wanderers from a Father's face,
Return, accept His proffered grace.
Ye tempted ones, there's refuge nigh:
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
Ye tempted ones, there's refuge nigh:
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by."
But if you still His call refuse,
And all His wondrous love abuse,
Soon will He sadly from you turn,
Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn.
"Too late, too late" will be the cry—
"Jesus of Nazareth has passed by."
"Too late, too late" will be the cry—
"Jesus of Nazareth has passed by."
No Room for Thee, Thou Blessed One
No room for Thee, Thou blessed One,
The Father's holy Child—
His well-belovèd only Son,
The Saviour undefiled!
No room for Thee in crowded inn
That evening long ago!
"Behold the Lamb" who bore our sin
Shut out by hearts below!
Make room for Him! Make room for Him!
He stands outside the door;
He waits amid the shadows dim,
And knocks and calls once more!
No room for Thee! Thy love did seek
To win Thine own in vain;
For they were proud and Thou wast meek—
They would not let Thee reign.
No room at last on earth for Thee,
As neath the startled sky,
With cruel scourge and mockery
They led Thee forth to die.
No room for Thee! Ah, still 'tis true!
Men cast Thy claims aside—
The record old is ever new;
They hate the Crucified!
No room for Thee in busy marts;
Thy pure and gentle face
Would shame the hard and selfish hearts
That run the worldly race.
No room for Him whose sacrifice
Can put thy guilt away?
O doubting soul, arise, arise,
Receive the Christ today!
His grace extol! His praises sing!
Make room for Him alone!
For He is Lord and He is King;
And did for sin atone!
Jesus Is a Loving Saviour
Jesus is a loving Saviour,
Love it was that brought Him low;
Come, He says, in words of mercy,
Prove my loving-kindness now.
Jesus is a mighty Saviour,
Strong His outstretched arm to save;
He has vanquished death and Satan,
He has triumphed o'er the grave.
Jesus is a willing Saviour,
Fully, freely He forgives;
And the soul which looks unto Him
From that happy moment lives.
Jesus is a righteous Saviour,
He has suffered once for sins;
Death He suffered, ere in triumph
He could bring redemption in.
Jesus is a lasting Saviour,
Ever will His love endure;
Souls which rest by faith upon Him
Are eternally secure.
I Will Sing of My Redeemer
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
Sing, oh, sing of my Redeemer!
With His blood He purchased me;
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.
I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.
I will praise my dear Redeemer;
His triumphant power I'll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.
Jesus Only Can Impart
Jesus only can impart
Peace of conscience, joy of heart;
Jesus only can proclaim
Pardon through His blessed name.
Jesus only can supply
Constant pleasure, lasting joy;
Jesus only can remove
Every thought that makes us rove.
Jesus only—sweetest plea,
When the soul its state can see;
When its misery it can feel,
Jesus only then can heal.
Jesus only; every claim
We can make is in that name;
Full salvation meets us there;
Elsewhere, nothing but despair.
Oh, Have You Not Heard of That Wonderful Love
Oh, have you not heard of that wonderful love,
That flows from God's heart so free,
Which led Him to give for a perishing world
His Son to be nailed to the tree?
Believe that wonderful love,
Believe that wonderful love,
The gospel is free, God sends it to thee,
Believe God's wonderful love.
Poor sinners undone, and sinful, and lost,
This love of our God now receive;
No heart is too sad this love to make glad,
When once on God's Word we believe.
Oh, sweet is its rest to the weary and worn,
Who deep feel the burden of sin;
It seeks for no merit its bliss to inherit,
No goodness without or within.
Then will you not prove this wonderful love,
That flows from God's heart so free,
Which led Him to give, that sinners might live,
His Son to be nailed to the tree?
In Rags and in Ruin, Without and Within
In rags and in ruin, without and within,
One terrible mass of pollution and sin;
By false friends deserted, of fortune bereft,
He turns to the home he once eagerly left.
Oh! none can restore, nor such deep sin efface,
But the One who comes forth in such infinite grace;
For grace is above all his sin and distress,
And he's nothing to do—save his sin to confess!
What an earnest and seal of unspeakable bliss
Is conveyed in the Father's affectionate kiss!
The lost one is found, and the servants must bring,
At the Father's command, the shoes and the ring.
And the very best robe, and the fatling, and wine,
(What a change from the rags, and the husks, and the swine!)
With music and dancing—'tis something so new,
Such a fullness of blessing—and nothing to do!
Ah! nothing to do, for the sinner that's dead
Must needs have another to work in his stead:
And Jesus, in Calvary's terrible hour,
Redemption accomplished in marvelous power,
Which shut up the world to its folly and strife,
But opened a passage from death unto life.
Are you ruined and helpless? God offers to you
A free, full salvation—and nothing to do!
Oh, What a Glorious Truth Is This
Oh, what a glorious truth is this—
Jesus died, Jesus died;
Has opened up the path of bliss;
Jesus died, Jesus died;
God loved the world, His Son He gave,
That all who do in Him believe
Should a full, gracious pardon have;
Jesus died, Jesus died.
To save my soul from death and hell,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
Such love amazing who can tell?
Jesus died, Jesus died;
Yes, He for wretched men was slain,
That they through Him might life obtain,
And everlasting glory gain;
Jesus died, Jesus died.
Oh, tell it unto all around,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
'Tis such a precious, blessed sound—
Jesus died, Jesus died;
Entreat poor sinners to rely
On that which brings the guilty nigh,
E'en to the blood of Christ to fly;
Jesus died, Jesus died.
Soon heaven shall raise the happy song,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
Which endless ages shall prolong,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
By virtue of that precious blood
Believers are brought nigh to God;
Oh, spread the glorious news abroad—
Jesus died, Jesus died.
Oh, What a Saviour Is Jesus the Lord
Oh, what a Saviour is Jesus the Lord!
Well may His name by His saints be adored!
He has redeemed them from hell by His blood,
Saved them forever and brought them to God.
Jesus the Saviour is mighty to save,
Jesus hath triumphed o'er death and the grave.
Now in the glory He waits to impart
Peace to the conscience, and joy to the heart;
Waits to be gracious, to pardon and heal
All who their sin and their wretchedness feel.
Thousands have fled to His spear-piercèd side:
Welcome they all have been, none are denied;
Weary and laden, they all have been blest,
Joyfully now in the Saviour they rest.
Come, then, poor sinner, no longer delay,
Come to the Saviour, come now while you may;
So shall your peace be eternally sure,
So shall your happiness ever endure!
Come, Every Soul by Sin Oppressed
Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord,
And He will surely give you rest,
By trusting in His Word.
Only trust Him, only trust Him,
Only trust Him now;
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you now.
For Jesus shed His precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.
Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay,
And you are fully blest.
Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.
Passing Onward, Quickly Passing
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Is it to the many mansions
Where eternal rest is found?
Passing onward—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Passing onward—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Naught the wheels of time can stay;
Sweet the thought that some are going
To the realms of perfect day;
Passing onward—
Christ their leader, Christ their way.
Passing onward—
Christ their leader, Christ their way.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Many on the downward road;
Careless of their souls immortal,
Heeding not the call of God,
Passing onward—
Trampling on the Saviour's blood.
Passing onward—
Trampling on the Saviour's blood.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Time its course will quickly run;
Still we hear the fond entreaty
Of the ever-gracious One—
"Come and welcome,
'Tis by Me that life is won."
"Come and welcome,
'Tis by Me that life is won."
Precious, Precious Blood of Jesus
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Shed on Calvary;
Shed for rebels, and for sinners,
Shed for me.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus;
All the price is paid!
Perfect pardon now is offered,
Peace is made.
Though thy sins are red like crimson,
Deep in scarlet glow,
Jesus' precious blood can make them
White as snow.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Ever offered free!
Oh, believe it, oh, receive it,
'Tis for thee!
Precious blood, whose full atonement
Makes us nigh to God!
Precious blood, our song and glory,
Praise and laud!
Yet There Is Room! the Lamb's Bright Hall of Song
Yet there is room! The Lamb's bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along;
Room, room, still room!
Oh, enter, enter now!
Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go.
The bridal hall is filling for the feast:
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest.
It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!
Make haste, make haste: 'tis not too full for thee.
Yet there is room! Still open stands the gate,
The gate is love; it is not yet too late.
Pass in, pass in! That banquet is for thee:
That cup of everlasting love is free.
Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call:
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall.
Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom:
Then the last, low, long cry, "No room! no room!"
No room! no room!
Oh, woeful cry—"No room!"
O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head
O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.
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;
Left but the love for me.
Jehovah lifted up His rod—
O Christ, it fell on Thee;
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has 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 bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt risen: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st in me.
The Father's face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.
Salvation Through Christ Jesus
Salvation through Christ Jesus!
Endearing, precious sound!
Shout, shout the word "salvation"
To earth's remotest bound—
Salvation for the guilty,
Salvation for the lost;
Salvation for the wretched,
The sad and tempest-tossed.
Salvation for the agèd,
Salvation for the young,
Salvation e'en for children,
Proclaim with joyful tongue;
Salvation for the wealthy,
Salvation for the poor,
Salvation for the lowly,
Yes, life forevermore!
Salvation without money,
Salvation without price,
Salvation without labor—
Believing doth suffice;
Salvation now, this moment;
Then why, oh, why delay?
You may not see tomorrow,
Now is salvation's day.
Shall We Gather at His Coming
Shall we gather at His coming,
When the dead in Christ arise?
Shall we hear the Saviour call us
To His home beyond the skies?
Yes, we'll gather at His coming,
His glorious, His glorious coming,
Gather with His saints at His coming,
If cleansed by the Saviour's blood.
Daily nearer draws His coming;
This makes all His own rejoice;
Who are they that fear to meet Him?
Those who now love not His voice.
When the Saviour at His coming
Shall His own in glory bring,
Will you be among the number?
Will you too His praises sing?
Now before the Saviour's coming,
Seek His pardon free to know;
Be your stains of sin as scarlet,
He will make you white as snow.
"Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted"
"Stricken, smitten and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected!
Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He!
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
'Tis the Word, 'tis God's Anointed—
Son of Man and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation—
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded—
Sacrifice to cancel guilt,
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Thee their hope have built.
Tell Me the Old, Old Story
Tell me the old, old story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in—
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
Christ Jesus makes thee whole.
The Gospel Bells Are Ringing
The gospel bells are ringing
Over land, from sea to sea;
Blessed news of free salvation
Do they offer you and me.
"For God so loved the world,
That His only Son He gave;
Whosoe'er believeth in Him
Everlasting life shall have."
Gospel bells ... how they ring
Over land from sea to sea;
Gospel bells ... freely bring
Blessed news to you and me.
The gospel bells invite us
To a feast prepared for all;
Do not slight the invitation,
Nor reject the gracious call.
"I am the bread of life;
Eat of Me, thou hungry soul;
Though your sins be red as crimson,
They shall be as white as wool."
The gospel bells give warning,
As they sound from day to day,
Of the fate which doth await them
Who forever will delay.
"Escape thou for thy life!
Tarry not in all the plain;
Nor behind thee look, oh, never,
Lest thou be consumed in pain."
The gospel bells are joyful
As they echo far and wide,
Bearing notes of perfect pardon
Through a Saviour crucified;
"Good tidings of great joy
To all people do I bring;
Unto you is born a Saviour,
Which is Christ the Lord and King."
He Knew No Sin, That Holy One
He knew no sin, that Holy One,
Yet was made sin for us,
God gave His well-belovèd Son
To die for sinners thus.
Forsaken wholly on the tree,
Unheard His bitter cry,
That we from judgment might be free,
The righteous One must die.
Blood-sprinkled is the mercy-seat,
The throne is satisfied;
Redemption's work is all complete,
And Christ is glorified.
In righteousness God now can bless
All who His Word believe,
And life eternal they possess
Who Christ the Son receive.
But soon will close that open door,
Be hushed that gracious voice,
Glad tidings shall be heard no more;
Now make thy final choice.
The Gospel of Thy Grace
The gospel of Thy grace
My stubborn heart has won;
For God so loved the world,
He gave His only Son,
That whosoever will believe
Shall everlasting life receive—
Shall everlasting life receive!
The serpent "lifted up"
Could life and healing give;
So Jesus on the cross
Once died that we might live:
For whosoever will believe
Shall everlasting life receive—
Shall everlasting life receive!
"The soul that sinneth dies":
My awful doom I heard;
I was forever lost
But for Thy gracious word
That whosoever will believe
Shall everlasting life receive—
Shall everlasting life receive!
"Not to condemn the world"
The "Man of Sorrows" came;
But that the world might have
Salvation through His name:
For whosoever will believe
Shall everlasting life receive—
Shall everlasting life receive!
The Heavenly Bridegroom Soon Will Come
The heavenly Bridegroom soon will come,
To claim His bride, and take her home,
To dwell with Him on high.
Trim your lamps and be ready,
Trim your lamps and be ready,
Trim your lamps and be ready,
For the Bridegroom's nigh.
The Bridegroom comes, let no man doubt,
Alas, for those whose lamps are out!
They'll find no oil to buy.
Who ready are shall enter in;
The marriage feast will then begin,
And every tear be dry.
The righteous, saved forevermore,
Their God shall ceaselessly adore,
In bliss beyond the sky.
O sinner! ere it be too late,
Flee now to mercy's open gate,
And join Christ's waiting band.
The Great Physician Now Is Near
The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks, the drooping heart to cheer;
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus.
Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Sweetest name on mortal tongue,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Your many sins are all forgiven;
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus;
Go on your way in peace to heaven,
And wear a crown with Jesus.
All glory to the risen Lamb!
I now believe in Jesus;
I love the blessed Saviour's name,
I love the name of Jesus.
His name dispels my guilt and fear,
No other name but Jesus;
Oh, how my soul delights to hear
The precious name of Jesus.
The children, too, both great and small,
Who love the name of Jesus,
May now accept the gracious call
To work and live for Jesus.
"Behold the Lamb" Enthroned on High
"Behold the Lamb" enthroned on high,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
In Him we are to God brought nigh,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
He who on Calvary's cross has bled,
He who was numbered with the dead,
Exalted now o'er all as Head,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
"Complete in Him" at God's right hand,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Before the throne we boldly stand,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
The blood-besprinkled mercy-seat,
His piercèd side, His hands, and feet,
Proclaim redemption's work complete.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
God finds eternal rest in Him,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
That rest which was disturbed by sin,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
We too by faith on Him repose,
Who did the Father's heart disclose,
From which this full salvation flows.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
As one with Him we rest secure,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Unchanging doth His work endure,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Now seated on the Father's throne,
Elect and precious cornerstone,
On Him we rest—on Him alone.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
Just as I Am — without One Plea
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—poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find:
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe:
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Just as I am—Thy love, I own,
Has broken every barrier down:
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
The Wanderer No More Will Roam
The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, to Thee!
O Lamb of God, to Thee!
Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
It is the Father's joy to bless,
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
And now my famished soul is fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
God put me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
"Too Late, Too Late!" How Sad the Sound
"Too late, too late!" how sad the sound
On anxious human ears,
Of those who've waited long, a prey
To doubts, and hopes, and fears.
But there's a time, when sadder far,
Shall sound in human ears,
A dread "too late," which, killing hope,
Will turn to death all fears.
"Too late" they'll feel their lost estate,
Which now they don't believe;
"Too late" they'll see the grace of God
Which now they won't receive.
"Too late" they'll find the door will shut,
Which now stands open wide;
"Too late" they'll have to meet their God
With no place then to hide.
O sinner, pause, ere yet "too late";
Now is the day of grace,
Now Jesus calls, oh, do obey
His pleading, loving voice.
Today 'tis free to all who come,
And take Him at His word;
Tomorrow's sun may rise "too late"
For you who now have heard.
Rise, Dear Soul! Behold the Saviour
Rise, dear soul! behold the Saviour,
Seated on the Father's throne;
Object of God's highest favor;
See Him—God's belovèd Son.
Once on earth in Bethlehem's manger,
As a newborn babe He lay;
God come down a heavenly stranger,
Love to sinners to display.
Sinner! see thy God beside thee,
In a servant's form come near;
Sitting, walking, talking with thee,
Sinai's mount no longer fear.
Sinner! see the bleeding Saviour,
Pierced and nailed to Calvary's tree;
Sacrifice of sweetest savor,
Object of man's enmity.
See the sun at noonday hidden,
See the rocks and mountains shake,
See the Man midst darkness smitten;
Why did God His Son forsake?
Sinner—hear the wondrous story:
Jesus died and rose for thee;
God in heaven now waits to save thee,
Now, believing, thou art free.
There Is Life in a Look at the Crucified One
There is life in a look at the crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him and be saved,
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.
Look! look! look and live!
There is life in a look at the crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee.
It is not thy tears of repentance nor prayers,
But the blood that atones for the soul:
On Him then believe, and a pardon receive,
For His blood now can make thee quite whole.
We are healed by His stripes; wouldst thou add to the word?
And He is our righteousness made;
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on:
Oh, couldst thou be better arrayed?
Then doubt not thy welcome, since God has declared
There remaineth no more to be done,
That once in the end of the world He appeared,
And completed the work He'd begun.
But take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives;
And know with assurance thou never canst die,
Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives.
Oh, What a Saviour That He Died for Me
Oh, what a Saviour that He died for me!
From condemnation He hath made me free;
"He that believeth on the Son," saith He,
"Hath everlasting life."
"Verily, verily, I say unto you,"
"Verily, verily," message ever new;
"He that believeth on the Son," 'tis true,
"Hath everlasting life."
All my iniquities on Him were laid,
All my indebtedness by Him was paid;
All who believe on Him, the Lord hath said,
Have "everlasting life."
Though poor and needy, I can trust my Lord;
Though weak and sinful, I believe His word;
Oh, blessed message! every child of God
"Hath everlasting life."
Though all unworthy, yet I will not doubt,
For him that cometh He will not cast out;
"He that believeth"—oh, the good news shout!
"Hath everlasting life."
Vain Is the Thought of Man
Vain is the thought of man
To merit heaven by prayer;
'Tis only Jesus' precious blood
Can give admission there.
Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears forever flow;
The soul were still unblest, unsaved,
And peace could never know.
But faith's one look at Christ
Expiring on the tree—
One heart-believing glance at Him
Can set the sinner free.
None can without the blood
Of Jesus be forgiven;
'Tis resting on the blood alone
That fits the soul for heaven.
Eternity! Where? It Floats in the Air
Eternity! Where? It floats in the air—
Amid clamor or silence, it ever is there.
Eternity! Where? Oh, Eternity! Where?
The question so solemn—Eternity! Where?
Eternity! Where? Eternity! Where?
With saved ones in glory, or the lost in despair?
Eternity! Where? Oh, Eternity! Where?
With one or the other—Eternity! Where?
Eternity! Where? Is aught worth a care?
Friend, oh, shall we—oh, can we e'en venture to dare,
In life that is passing as mist in the air,
Do aught till we settle Eternity—where?
Eternity! Where? Oh, friend, have a care!
For soon God will no longer His judgment forbear.
Eternity! Where? Oh, Eternity! Where?
This night may decide your Eternity—where?
Eternity! Where? Eternity! Where?
Soon the Saviour will come for His own in the air;
Then sleep not, nor take in the world any share
Till answered this question—Eternity! Where?
Hark! Hark! Hear the Glad Tidings
Hark! Hark! Hear the glad tidings,
Soon, soon, Jesus will come,
Robed, robed, in honor and glory,
To gather His ransomed ones home.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, to gather His ransomed ones home.
Joy, joy, sound it more loudly,
Sing, sing, glory to God;
Soon, soon, Jesus is coming,
Publish the tidings abroad.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, publish the tidings abroad.
Now, now, through a glass darkly,
Shine, shine, visions to come;
Soon, soon, we shall behold Him,
Cloudless and bright in our home.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, cloudless and bright in our home.
Long, long, have we been waiting,
Who, who, love His blest name;
Now, now, we are delighting,
Jesus is near to proclaim.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, Jesus is near to proclaim.
Still, still, rest on the promise,
Cling, cling, fast to His word;
Wait, wait, if He should tarry,
We'll patiently wait for the Lord.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, we'll patiently wait for the Lord.
Weeping Will Not Save Me
Weeping will not save me;
Though my face were bathed in tears,
That could not allay my fears,
Could not wash the sins of years;
Weeping will not save me.
Jesus bled and died for me;
Jesus suffered on the tree;
Jesus waits to make me free;
He alone can save me!
Working will not save me;
Purest deeds that I can do,
Holiest thoughts and feelings too,
Cannot form my soul anew;
Working will not save me.
Waiting will not save me;
Helpless, guilty, lost I lie;
In my ear is mercy's cry;
If I wait I can but die;
Waiting will not save me.
Faith in Christ will save me;
Trust in Him, the risen One,
Trust the work that He has done;
To His arms I now may run;
Faith in Christ will save me.
We Know There's a Bright and a Glorious Home
We know there's a bright and a glorious home,
Away in the heavens high,
Where all the redeemed shall with Jesus dwell:
But will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
Where all the redeemed shall with Jesus dwell;
But will you be there, and I?
In robes of white, o'er the street of gold,
Beneath a cloudless sky,
They'll walk in the light of their Father's smile;
But will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
They'll walk in the light of their Father's smile;
But will you be there, and I?
From every kingdom of earth they come
To join the triumphal cry,
Singing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain";
But will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
Will you be there, and I?
Singing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain";
But will you be there, and I?
If you take the loving Saviour now,
Who for sinners once did die,
When He gathers His own in that bright home,
Then you'll be there, and I.
Then you'll be there, and I;
Then you'll be there, and I;
When He gathers His own in that bright home,
Then you'll be there, and I.
If we are sheltered by the cross,
And through the blood brought nigh,
Our utmost gain we'll count but loss,
Since you'll be there, and I.
Since you'll be there, and I;
Since you'll be there, and I;
Our utmost gain we'll count but loss,
Since you'll be there, and I.
Why Neath the Load of Your Sins Do Ye Toil
Why neath the load of your sins do ye toil?
Christ giveth rest, giveth rest.
Why be in slavery, why Satan's spoil?
You may be blest, may be blest:
Christ now invites you sweet rest to receive,
Heavy's your burden, but He can relieve;
If but this moment in Him you believe,
You shall have rest, shall have rest.
Why go ye onward, so weary and worn?
Christ giveth rest, giveth rest.
Why are ye hopelessly sad and forlorn?
You may be blest, may be blest.
Jesus the burden did bear on the tree,
He was afflicted for sinners like thee;
If you there Christ as your Substitute see,
You shall have rest, shall have rest.
Why are ye troubled when death comes in view?
Christ giveth rest, giveth rest.
Though after death there comes judgment too,
You may be blest, may be blest.
Christ bore God's judgment, poor sinners to save,
He gained the victory o'er death and the grave;
Oh, now believe Him, and life you shall have,
You shall have rest, shall have rest.
Money or price ye have no need to bring,
Christ giveth rest, giveth rest.
Why to your rags and your poverty cling?
Come and be blest, and be blest.
Away with all fear, away with all doubt,
Hear His own words, which none can refute,
"Whoe'er comes to Me, I'll in no wise cast out;
I'll give him rest, give him rest."
Oh Blessed Gospel Sound
Oh blessed gospel sound!
"Yet there is room"!
It tells to all around—
"Yet there is room"!
The guilty may draw near;
Though vile, they need not fear;
With joy they now may hear—
"Yet there is room"!
God's love in Christ we see—
"Yet there is room"!
Greater it could not be—
"Yet there is room"!
His only Son He gave;
He's willing now to save
All who in Him believe—
"Yet there is room"!
"All things are ready, come"!
"Yet there is room"!
Christ everything hath done—
"Yet there is room"!
The work is now complete,
"Before the mercy-seat"
A Saviour you will meet—
"Yet there is room"!
God's house is filling fast—
"Yet there is room"!
Some guest will be the last—
"Yet there is room"!
Yes! soon salvation's day
From you will pass away,
Then grace no more will say—
"Yet there is room"!
"Almost Persuaded" Now to Believe
"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,
List to His voice so clear
Now falling on thine ear;
"Come, wanderer, come!"
"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!
Why Unbelieving? Why Wilt Thou Spurn
Why unbelieving? Why wilt thou spurn
Love that so gently pleads thy return?
Come, ere thy fleeting day
Fades into night away;
Now mercy's call obey;
To Jesus come.
Why not, believing, come to the Lord?
Trust in the Saviour, doubt not His Word;
Think 'twas for thee He died,
Think of Him crucified;
Now to the Glorified,
To Jesus come.
Why unbelieving? Thou canst be blest,
Jesus will pardon, He'll give thee rest.
Why wilt thou longer wait?
Haste to the open gate,
Come ere it be too late,
To Jesus come.
Why unbelieving? Trifle no more;
Death may be near thee, e'en at thy door.
Come with a broken heart,
Come helpless as thou art,
Come choose the better part,
To Jesus come.
Why Wilt Thou Linger
Why wilt thou linger?
Why wilt thou die?
God's wrath upon thee,
Judgment so nigh.
Now in salvation's day
Tread the blood-sprinkled way;
Sinner, no more delay,
Jesus will come.
Soon will the Saviour
Close fast the door,
Tidings of mercy
Sound nevermore;
Time's course will soon be run.
Stop then, thou Christless one,
Think of the great white throne,
Judgment will fall.
Then the dread sentence,
"Depart from Me,"
Room for repentance,
Gone, gone for aye.
Endless the sinner's doom,
Darkness and dismal gloom;
Now in God's house there's room,
Jesus will save.
Glory before thee,
Pilgrim, press on;
Share now the sorrow,
Share soon the crown.
Tell forth the Saviour's fame,
Honor His holy name,
Bear now His cross and shame,
Pilgrim, press on.
All Ye That Pass by, to Jesus Draw Nigh
All ye that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh;
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Our ransom, our peace, our surety He is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His.
The Lord in the day of atonement did lay
Our sins on the Lamb, and He bore them away;
He died to atone for sins not His own;
The just God has punished for us His dear Son.
Love moved Him to die; on this I rely;
My Saviour hath loved me, I cannot tell why!
But this I can tell, He loved me so well
As to lay down His life to redeem me from hell.
With joy I now prove, divine was the love!
A wonder to all both below and above!
When time is no more, I still shall adore
The One who once died, and lives evermore!
Behold the Lamb! 'Tis He Who Bore
Behold the Lamb! 'tis He who bore
My sins upon the tree,
And paid in death the dreadful score—
The guilt that lay on me.
I'd look to Him till sight endear
The Saviour to my heart;
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself would part.
I'd look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.
To Him I look, while still I run—
My never-failing Friend!
Finish, He will, the work begun,
And grace in glory end.
Behold the Lamb Whose Precious Blood
Behold the Lamb whose precious blood,
Drawn from His riven side,
Had power to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.
The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by his side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.
His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received;
Redemption's earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.
We too the cleansing power have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learned His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.
To Him, then, let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner's Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.
Broken Heart! the Fountain's Open
Broken heart! the fountain's open,
Christ hath died upon the tree;
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.
Christ has died upon the tree,
Grace flows down from God to thee,
Grace, free grace, flows down from God to thee.
God Himself, the Source, the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit down from heaven,
To the thirsty heart below.
Now's the time, the time accepted,
Now to thee God's light hath shone:
Christ God's love hath manifested,
He the finished work hath done.
By one righteousness completed,
Adam life received its doom;
Jesus Christ in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.
Broken heart! the river's flowing,
Haste, delay not! yet there's room,
Hear the Word of God beseeching,
"Whosoever thirsts may come."
"Call Them In" — the Poor, the Wretched
"Call them in"—the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold:
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth in gold?
"Call them in!"—the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus,
He is waiting: "Call them in!"
"Call them in!"—the Jew, the Gentile,
Bid the stranger to the feast:
"Call them in!"—the rich, the noble,
From the highest to the least.
Forth the Father runs to meet them,
He hath all their sorrows seen;
Robe and ring and royal sandals
Wait the lost ones: "Call them in!"
"Call them in!"—the brokenhearted,
Cowering neath the brand of shame;
Speak love's message low and tender,
'Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See! the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming: "Call them in!"
Christ Is the Only Saviour Mighty to Save
Christ is the only Saviour mighty to save,
He who suffered once for sins, and sank neath the wave;
Sing how the wrath of God on Calvary's cross He bore;
How by death He conquered death and lives evermore.
Christ is the Saviour, He never will fail;
All hope to save oneself could nothing avail;
Man is a total wreck, can never reach the shore.
All who trust in Jesus Christ are saved evermore.
Christ in that hour of darkness, lost ones to save,
Braved Himself the ocean depths, and battled the wave;
Though all Jehovah's billows rolled o'er His head,
Son of Man and Son of God, He rose from the dead.
Oh, what a mighty Saviour, Jesus who died!
Strong enough to bear His own above the angry tide;
Not e'en the feeblest saint will Christ ever fail,
Never will the gates of hell against Him prevail.
O blessed risen Saviour, living today!
Living, too, to guide Thine own through all the stormy way;
None have the power to pluck Thy saints from Thine hand,
Thou wilt safely bring Thine own home to the better land.
A Look to Jesus Saves the Soul
A look to Jesus saves the soul,
So boundless is His grace;
One look sufficeth every sin
Forever to efface.
The thief beheld, with eye of faith,
The Saviour by his side;
He looked upon that blessed One,
Received His word, and died.
Thousands besides have looked to Him,
Who mighty is to save;
And proved the truth of God's own Word:
The soul that looks shall live.
Christ Is Coming. Are You Ready
Christ is coming. Are you ready?
He is coming for His own;
He will call them up to meet Him,
And will place them on His throne.
He may come, we know, at midnight,
When the world in slumber lies,
Or it may be in the morning,
Ere the day dawns in the skies.
"Watch ye therefore," for ye know not
What the hour your Lord will come,
Whether in the morn or midnight,
Or in the evening gloam.
Are your thoughts of Him when toiling
Mid the busy cares of day?
As the hours of night are passing,
Do you wake to think and pray?
Is your heart aglow at even,
As the sun sinks in the west,
And the heaven's glowing splendor
Brings sweet thoughts of home and rest!
Blessed rest from toil and sorrow,
Rest from suffering, pain and woe,
And a home with Christ in heaven,
Happy home to which we go!
Christ Is the Saviour of Sinners
Christ is the Saviour of sinners,
Christ is the Saviour for me;
Long I was chained in sin's darkness,
Now by His grace I am free.
Saviour of sinners,
Saviour of sinners like me,
Shedding His blood for my ransom,
This is the Saviour for me.
Now I can say I am pardoned,
Happy and justified, free,
Saved by my blessed Redeemer,
This is the Saviour for me.
Just as I was He received me,
Seeking from judgment to flee,
Now there is no condemnation,
This is the Saviour for me.
Loved with a love that's unchanging,
Blest with all blessings so free,
How shall I tell out His praises?
This is the Saviour for me.
Soon shall the glory be dawning,
Then when His face I shall see,
Sing, O my soul, in thy gladness,
This is the Saviour for me.
Come Sing, My Soul, and Praise the Lord
Come sing, my soul, and praise the Lord,
Who hath redeemed thee by His blood;
Delivered thee from chains that bound,
And brought thee to redemption ground.
Redemption ground, the ground of peace!
Redemption ground, oh, wondrous grace!
Here let our praise to God abound,
Who saves us on redemption ground!
Once from my God I wandered far,
And with His holy will made war;
But now my songs to God abound;
I'm standing on redemption ground.
Oh joyous hour when God to me
A vision gave of Calvary:
My bonds were loosed, my soul unbound;
I sang upon redemption ground.
No works of merit now I plead,
But Jesus take for all my need;
No righteousness in me is found,
Except upon redemption ground.
Come, weary soul, and here find rest;
Accept redemption, and be blest:
The Christ who died, by God is crowned
And pardons on redemption ground.
Christ Is Coming, Oh, Be Ready
Christ is coming, oh, be ready;
Let not slumber dull your eyes;
Do not say, "My Lord delayeth";
He is coming, oh, be wise!
Some with empty lamps will hasten,
Seeking oil for them to buy;
But, alas! they'll never enter;
Vain for them has been the cry.
Such, with hearts of anguish burning,
When they find the door is shut,
Will, in terror, cry, "Lord, open";
He will say, "I know you not."
Then be ready, oh, be ready;
Heed the cry while yet you may;
With lamps trimmed and burning brightly,
Wait that coming, blessed day.
Come, Let Us All Unite to Sing
Come, let us all unite to sing,
God is love, God is love.
Let heaven and earth their praises bring:
God is love, God is love.
Let every soul from sin awake,
Each in his heart sweet music make,
And sing with us, for Jesus' sake,
God is love, God is love.
Oh, tell to earth's remotest bound,
God is love, God is love.
In Christ we have redemption found:
God is love, God is love.
His blood has washed our sins away,
His Spirit turned our night to day,
And now we can rejoice to say,
God is love, God is love.
How happy is our portion here!
God is love, God is love.
His promises our spirits cheer:
God is love, God is love.
He is our Sun and Shield by day,
Our Help, our Hope, our Strength, and Stay;
He will be with us all the way.
God is love, God is love.
Come to the Saviour, Come to the Saviour
Come to the Saviour, come to the Saviour,
Ye sin-stricken children of men;
He left His throne above,
To reveal His wondrous love,
And to open a fountain for sin.
Why dost thou linger? Why dost thou linger?
Oh! when wilt thou come to the Lord?
Thy time is flying fast,
And thy day will soon be past;
Oh, arouse thee, and come to be saved.
Pardon is offered, pardon is offered;
A pardon—full, present and free;
The mighty debt was paid,
When on Calvary Jesus died
To atone for a rebel like thee.
Come to the fountain, come to the fountain,
The fountain which cleanses the soul;
'Tis cleansing far and near,
And its streams are flowing here;
Oh, believe it, and thou art made whole!
I do believe it! I do believe it!
I'm saved through the blood of the Lamb;
My happy soul is free,
For the Lord has pardoned me,
Hallelujah to Jesus' name!
Come to the Saviour Now
Come to the Saviour now!
He gently calleth thee;
In true repentance bow,
Before Him bend the knee;
He waiteth to bestow
Salvation, peace and love,
True joy on earth below,
A home in heaven above.
Come, come, come.
Come to the Saviour now!
Gaze on that cleansing tide—
Water and blood that flow
Forth from His wounded side.
Hark to the suffering One:
"'Tis finished!" now He cries;
Redemption's work is done,
Then bows His head and dies.
Come, come, come.
Come to the Saviour now!
He suffered there for thee;
And in His merits thou
Hast an unfailing plea;
No vain excuses frame,
For feelings do not stay;
None who to Jesus came
Were ever sent away.
Come, come, come.
Come to the Blood-stained Tree
Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ a ransom dies;
The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse each stain,
O burdened soul, draw nigh,
For none can come in vain—
Come, come, come.
Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson dye,
There's boundless mercy here,
Do not from mercy fly:
Oh, do not doubt His word,
There's pardon full and free,
For justice smote the Lord,
And sheathes her sword for thee—
Come, come, come.
Look not within for peace,
Within there's naught to cheer;
Look up and find release
From sin, and self, and fear;
If gloom thy soul enshroud,
If tears faith's eye bedim,
If doubts around thee crowd,
Come, tell them all to Him.
Come, come, come.
I Gave My Life for Thee
I gave My life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,
That thou might'st ransomed be
And quickened from the dead;
I gave My life for thee,
What hast thou given for Me?
My Father's house of light,
My glory-circled throne,
I left for earthly night,
For wanderings sad and lone;
I left it all for thee,
Hast thou left ought for Me?
I suffered much for thee,
More than thy tongue can tell,
Of bitterest agony,
To rescue thee from hell;
I've borne it all for thee,
What hast thou borne for Me?
And I have brought to thee,
Down from My home above,
Salvation full and free,
My pardon and My love:
I bring rich gifts to thee,
What hast thou brought to Me?
"Come Unto Me, and I Will Give You Rest
"Come unto Me, and I will give you rest!"
What blessed words to weary ones addressed!
They come from Him who knew the depth of woe,
And felt for sinners as none here below.
"Come unto Me!" Yes, come in all your sin!
Through Jesus' blood the vile may enter in:
May come to God, who fully knows their guilt,
Assured that for themselves that blood was spilt.
"Come unto Me!" The blessed Son of God
Thus told on earth, in every step He trod,
The heart of Him who is in nature love,
And is beseeching men that love to prove.
"Come unto Me!" Yes, God Himself says, "Come!"
He sees afar, and runs to welcome home
Unworthy sinners, who have naught to plead,
But God's own love, and their exceeding need.
"Come unto Me!" Oh, blessed open door
For those who, but for Christ, had hoped no more!
Oh love of God told out in full extent
When Jesus to those depths of darkness went.
"Come unto Me!" For Christ the risen Lord
Now speaks from glory through the written Word;
As Victor now He can with triumph shout,
That none who come to Him will He cast out.
Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power;
He is able, He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him;
This He gives you, this He gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous—
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies,
"It is finished!" "It is finished!"
Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo! the Incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
Come, Ye That Fear the Lord
Come, ye that fear the Lord,
Unto Me, unto Me;
Come, ye that fear the Lord,
Unto Me!
I've something good to say
About the narrow way:
For Christ the other day
Saved my soul, saved my soul!
He gave me first to see
What I was, what I was;
He gave me first to see
What I was!
He gave me first to see
My guilt and misery,
And then He set me free!
Bless His name! Bless His name!
My old companions said,
"He's undone, he's undone!"
My old companions said,
"He's undone!"
My old companions said,
"He's surely going mad!"
But Jesus makes me glad!
Bless His name! Bless His name!
Some said, "He'll soon give o'er,
You shall see, you shall see!"
Some said, "He'll soon give o'er,
You shall see!"
But time has passed away
Since I began to pray,
And I feel His love today!
Bless His name! Bless His name!
So now I'm going home
To the Lord, to the Lord.
So now I'm going home
To the Lord.
So now I'm going home.
Poor sinner, won't you come?
Or meet an awful doom
From the Lord, from the Lord.
Decide for Christ Today
Decide for Christ today,
And God's salvation see;
Yield soul and body, heart and will
To Him, who died for thee!
Christ alone can save—
Break the power of sin;
Christ doth fully satisfy
The heart that cleaves to Him.
Decide for Christ today,
Thyself thou canst not save;
Helpless and guilty, dead and blind,
No longer judgment brave.
Decide for Christ today,
Confess Him as thy Lord;
Proclaim to all the Saviour's worth,
How faithful is His Word.
Down From the Glory Came God's Blessed Son
Down from the glory came God's blessed Son,
Lost ones to save, lost ones to save;
Went into death and the victory won,
Triumphant rose from the grave.
Mighty to save, mighty to save,
Now in the glory, He's able and willing to save.
Sin's bitter judgment He bore on the tree,
Dying to save, dying to save;
So that the sinner might justly go free,
His precious blood Jesus gave.
Sinners to save, sinners to save,
Now He is righteously able the guilty to save.
Sinner, God bids thee on Jesus believe,
Now while you may, now while you may;
Peace and salvation through Him you'll receive,
Do not, oh, do not delay!
Haste thee away, haste thee away,
Infinite love waits to welcome the sinner today.
"It Is Finished!" Sinners, Hear It
"It is finished!" Sinners, hear it,
'Tis the dying Victor's cry;
"It is finished!" Angels, bear it,
Bear the joyful news on high!
"It is finished!" "It is finished!"
Tell it through the earth and sky.
Hear the Lord Himself declaring
All performed He came to do;
Sinners, in yourselves despairing,
This is joyful news for you;
Jesus speaks it, Jesus speaks it—
His are faithful words and true.
"It is finished!" All is over;
Yes, the cup of wrath is drained;
Such the truth these words discover,
Thus the victory was obtained:
'Tis a victory, 'tis a victory,
None but Jesus could have gained.
Crown the mighty Conqueror, crown Him,
Who His people's foes o'ercame;
In the highest heaven enthrone Him,
Men and angels sound His fame!
Great His glory! Great His glory!
Jesus bears a matchless name.
Ere God Had Built the Mountains
Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before He filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
In Thee, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is Thy name.
When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty flood,
He wrought by weight and measure;
And Thou wast with Him then:
Thyself the Father's pleasure,
And Thine, the sons of men.
And couldst Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder!
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder
Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"
Everlasting Glory
Everlasting glory
Unto Jesus be!
Sing aloud the story
Of His victory!
How He left the splendor
Of His home on high,
Came in love so tender,
On the cross to die.
Everlasting glory
Unto Jesus be!
Sing aloud the story
Of His victory!
Yes! He came from heaven,
Suffered in our stead;
Praise to Him be given,
"Firstborn from the dead!"
Jesus, meek and lowly,
Came the lost to save;
He the Victim holy
Triumphed o'er the grave.
We in death were lying,
Lost in hopeless gloom;
Jesus by His dying
Vanquished e'en the tomb!
Burst its iron portal,
Rolled away the stone,
Rose in life immortal
To the Father's throne.
Christ is Lord of glory,
Sing we now today!
Tell abroad the story,
Own His rightful sway!
Sing aloud, and never
Cease to spread His fame;
Triumph, now and ever,
In the Saviour's name.
Free From the Law, Oh, Happy Condition
Free from the law, oh, happy condition!
Jesus has bled, and there is remission!
Cursed by the law, and bruised by the fall,
Grace has redeemed us once for all.
Once for all, O sinner, receive it;
Once for all, O brother, believe it;
Cling to the cross, the burden will fall;
Christ has redeemed us once for all.
Now are we free—there's no condemnation;
Jesus provides a perfect salvation;
"Come unto Me"—oh, hear His sweet call,
Come, and He saves us once for all.
"Children of God!" Oh, glorious calling!
Surely His grace will keep us from falling;
Passing from death to life at His call,
Blessed salvation once for all.
Soon He will come, the saints shall be raisèd;
We, who remain alive, shall be changèd;
Then all, caught up, at His blessed call,
Changed to His likeness, once for all.
Just as Thou Art — without One Trace
Just as thou art—without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place—
O guilty sinner, come!
Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
Christ brings relief to hearts oppressed—
O weary sinner, come!
Come, leave thy burden at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty dross;
His grace o'erpays all earthly loss—
O needy sinner, come!
Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears;
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;
O trembling sinner, come!
"The Spirit and the bride say, Come";
Rejoicing saints reecho, "Come."
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come,
The Saviour bids thee, come!
Hark! the Saviour's Voice From Heaven
Hark! the Saviour's voice from heaven
Speaking pardon full and free;
Come, and thou shalt be forgiven;
Boundless mercy flows for thee.
Even thee, even thee,
Boundless mercy flows for thee.
See the healing fountain springing
From the Saviour on the tree;
Pardon, peace and cleansing bringing,
Lost one, loved one, 'tis for thee.
Hear His love and mercy speaking,
Come and trust thy soul with Me;
Though thy heart for sin be breaking,
I have rest and peace for thee.
Every sin shall be forgiven,
Thou, through grace, a child shalt be;
Child of God, and heir of heaven,
Yes, a mansion waits for thee.
Hark! Hark! the Voice of Christ, the Sinner's Saviour
Hark! hark! the voice of Christ, the sinner's Saviour,
In glory seated on His Father's throne,
Telling of love and everlasting favor
For sinners far from God, by sin undone.
Message of Jesus, message of love,
Telling of welcome to that bright home above.
It is the voice of Him now crowned with glory,
Telling of life for "whosoever will";
How sweet the sound of that entrancing story,
Which tells of love for guilty sinners still.
Blest words! They speak to us of God's salvation,
Worked out by Christ alone upon the cross,
Who by His blood redeems from every nation,
And saves His people from eternal loss.
Now, weary souls, who rest and peace are seeking,
Who long for One to meet their deepest need,
Hear in the Word the voice of Jesus speaking,
And trust in Him who makes them free indeed.
Soon Jesus' voice of love may cease appealing,
And in your face the door of mercy close.
Spurn not the voice of Him with heart so feeling,
Who proved His love by dying for His foes.
Hail, Sovereign Love, Which First Began
Hail, sovereign love, which first began
That scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
Which gave my soul a hiding place.
Against the God who built the sky
I fought, with hands uplifted high;
Despised the mention of His grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.
Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding place.
And thus the eternal counsels ran,
"Almighty love, arrest that man!"
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place.
Indignant Justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew;
But Justice cried with frowning face,
"This mountain is no hiding place."
On Jesus, God's just vengeance fell,
Which would have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for a sinful race,
And thus became their Hiding Place.
Should sevenfold storms of thunder roll,
And shake this globe from pole to pole,
No thunderbolt shall daunt my face,
For Jesus is my Hiding Place.
A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land me on fair Canaan's coast,
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious Hiding Place.
Hark Ye! Those Who Choose the Pleasures
Hark ye! those who choose the pleasures,
That this wretched world imparts,
Dare you call this satisfaction
From your deepest, inmost heart?
Is the whirl of world's confusion
So engrossing to your mind,
That for thoughts of deeper import
You cannot a moment find?
Thoughtless one, did e'er you ponder,
O'er your standing toward your God;
Have you ever questioned deeply,
What the goal of paths you trod?
Have you heard the wondrous story
Of the love of God displayed;
When He sent His well-belovèd,
Such the sacrifice He made?
God so loved this world of sinners,
That He sent His only Son,
Saying, "Whosoe'er accepts Him,
Everlasting life hath won!"
All have sinned, He tells us plainly,
All in judgment thus condemned,
But God's Christ hath suffered for us,
Righteous judgment thus He stemmed.
Skeptic, when you read that story,
When you see that wondrous plan,
Can you make it but tradition,
And degrade your God as man?
Ah, there comes a time to all men,
When a righteous, holy God,
Shall mete out a righteous judgment,
Then shall you believe His Word.
He is waiting for acceptance,
Lost one, will you pass Him by,
Will you rush along unheeding,
While your ears ring with His cry?
Don't delay, as Paul's accuser,
Till a more convenient day.
God with open arms will meet you,
Loved one, come while yet you may.
Have You Been to Jesus for the Cleansing Power
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you washed ... in the blood ...
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you walking daily by the Saviour's side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
When the Bridegroom cometh, will your robes be white,
Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb!
There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean;
Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb!
On Christ Salvation Rests Secure
On Christ salvation rests secure;
The Rock of Ages must endure;
Nor can that faith be overthrown
Which rests upon the "Living Stone."
No other hope shall intervene;
To Him we look, on Him we lean;
Other foundations we disown,
And build on Christ, the "Living Stone."
In Him it is ordained to raise
A temple to Jehovah's praise,
Composed of all the saints, who own
No Saviour but the "Living Stone."
View the vast building, see it rise;
The work how great! the plan how wise!
Oh wondrous fabric! power unknown
That rears it on the "Living Stone"!
But most adore His precious name;
His glory and His grace proclaim;
For us, condemned, despised, undone,
He gave Himself, the "Living Stone."
Have You Any Room for Jesus
Have you any room for Jesus,
He who bore the load of sin?
As He knocks and seeks admission,
Sinner, will you let Him in?
Room for Jesus, Lord of glory!
Hasten now, His word obey;
Swing the heart's door widely open,
Let Him enter while you may.
Room for pleasure, room for business,
But for Christ the Crucified,
Not a place that He can enter
In the heart for which He died.
Have you any time for Jesus,
As in grace He calls again?
Oh, today is time accepted,
Later you may call in vain.
Room and time now give to Jesus,
Soon will pass God's day of grace;
Soon thy heart be cold and silent,
And the Saviour's pleading cease.
Ho! Ye That Thirst, Approach the Spring
Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Where living waters flow;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.
Without a price may go,
Without a price may go;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.
How long to streams of false delight
Will ye in crowds repair?
How long your strength and substance waste
On trifles light as air?
My stores afford those rich supplies
That health and pleasure give;
Incline your ear and come to Me,
The soul that hears shall live.
Seek ye the Lord while yet His ear
Is open to your call;
While offered mercy still is near,
Before His footstool fall.
Ho, You Thirsty, Jesus Calls You
Ho, you thirsty, Jesus calls you;
Jesus came to give
Wine and milk of free salvation;
Come to Him and live.
Whosoever will may take it!
Hear the gospel cry!
Without price and without money,
Come to Him and buy.
Wherefore do you spend your treasure
Where there is no bread?
Only by the living Saviour
Dying souls are fed.
None can be too vile for Jesus,
None can be too poor;
By His blood are peace and pardon,
Mercies ever sure.
Oh, His tender love and pity!
Still He calls today;
Never one to Him who cometh
Shall be cast away.
From all sin He came to save us,
Satan's slaves to free:
To His royal feast He bids us;
Sinner, taste and see.
I Have a Glorious Saviour
I have a glorious Saviour,
Who died upon the tree;
My sins He bare, and suffered there
The wrath of God for me!
And my salvation now is sure
Since Christ the work has done,
For God displays, in righteousness,
His glory in His Son.
'Twas God who sent this Saviour,
This spotless Lamb, who died;
And trusting in His precious blood
I'm freely justified.
Ah! not for me by deeds of law
Salvation could be won:
Of grace alone, through righteousness,
God saves me by His Son.
Oh! Jesus is my Saviour;
"The Mighty God!" His name;
To seek and save the lost and vile
As Son of Man He came.
In all His great atoning work
The will of God is done;
And God delights in righteousness
To bless me by His Son.
He is the risen Saviour,
Alive forevermore;
He loves to ease the burdened heart
Of each whose sins He bore.
Believe—and God's salvation sure
Is free to every one;
In manifested righteousness
He honors thus His Son.
If I Gained the World but Lost the Saviour
If I gained the world but lost the Saviour,
Were my life worth living for a day?
Could my yearning heart find rest and comfort
In the things that soon must pass away?
If I gained the world, but lost the Saviour,
Would my gain be worth the toil and strife?
Are all earthly treasures worth comparing
With the gift of God, eternal life?
Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
With a name renowned 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 Saviour,
Who endured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge
Whither in my anguish I might flee?
Oh, what emptiness—without the Saviour
Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him—
Only night and tears and endless woe!
What though I might live without the Saviour,
When I come to die, how would it be?
Oh, to face the valley's gloom without Him!
And without Him for eternity!
Oh, the joy of having all in Jesus!
What a balm the broken heart to heal!
Ne'er a sin so great, but He can cleanse it,
Not a sorrow that He does not feel!
If I have but Jesus, only Jesus,
Nothing else in all the world beside—
Oh, then everything is mine in Jesus;
For my needs and more He will provide.
Oh, How Sweet the Gospel Message
Oh, how sweet the gospel message,
Rich and boundless, full and free;
Sinner, wilt thou pause and listen?
Jesus died, and died for thee.
Say not, 'tis to other sinners—
Those more worthy of His call—
But receive the truth with gladness,
Jesus died, and died for all.
Wilt thou rob Him of His purchase
When He bought thee with His blood?
He is praying, He is pleading,
Be ye reconciled to God.
Now no barrier to hinder,
Jesus has removed it all;
God can in His Son receive thee—
Answer then His loving call.
Let thy soul delight the Saviour
By submitting to His love;
And in everlasting favor,
Thou shalt dwell with Him above.
Just on the Threshold! Oh, Why Not Come in
Just on the threshold! Oh, why not come in,
Leaving the mazes of darkness and sin?
Forward the light, and the glory divine;
Backward the dangers, and woes that were thine.
Just on the threshold—and Christ calls to thee!
Come! with the pardoned forever to be!
Just on the threshold—why linger so long?
Sing, with the ransomed, eternity's song!
Just on the threshold, and joy near at hand;
Yonder's the gleam of Immanuel's land!
Refuge and rest are now offered to thee:
Sin or salvation—oh, which shall it be?
Just on the threshold—oh, make now thy choice;
Come with the servants of Christ, and rejoice!
Jesus is calling, oh, turn not aside!
Come! 'tis the voice of the Spirit and bride!
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
High as the heavens are raised
Above the earth we tread,
So far the riches of God's grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.
Man's life is as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.
Let All Who Know the Joyful Sound
Let all who know the joyful sound,
With gladness send the tidings round,
And tell that God is love;
That God so loved the world, He gave
His own dear Son the world to save;
God's message from above.
That all who in the Son believe,
Shall never perish, but receive
Life endless and divine;
No condemnation e'er shall know,
From death to life they pass below,
And then in glory shine.
'Tis not of works: let no man boast,
Save in His name who saves the lost—
The Lord our Righteousness!
Poor sinner, now from working cease,
And claim from God a blood-bought peace,
And Jesus, Lord, confess.
Let all who know our God rejoice,
Praise Him in songs with cheerful voice,
And live to Him alone;
Let sinners too take up the strain,
Exalt the Lamb for sinners slain,
The coming Saviour own.
The Spirit and the bride say, Come!
Let him that heareth, too, say, Come!
Whoever thirsts may come;
Water of life is freely given
Till Christ the Lord descends from heaven;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
Look, Thou Lost One, to the Saviour
Look, thou lost one, to the Saviour,
Seated on yon glorious throne;
Look! this moment, He will save you,
For He has salvation won.
Matchless Saviour! matchless Saviour!
Jesus all the work has done.
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus—
Jesus, God's belovèd Son.
Come! thou wanderer, time is passing,
Soon the days of life are gone;
Soon will come eternal ages,
And the tale of life be done.
Now believe in Him the Saviour,
Now believe what He has done;
Then with others tell the story,
Jesus has salvation won.
Life at Best Is Very Brief
Life at best is very brief,
Like the falling of a leaf,
Like the binding of a sheaf:
Be in time!
Fleeting days are telling fast
That the die will soon be cast,
And the fatal line be past,
Be in time!
Be in time ... be in time ...
While the voice of Jesus calls you,
Be in time!
If in sin you longer wait,
You may find no open gate,
And your cry be just too late,
Be in time!
Fairest flowers soon decay,
Youth and beauty pass away;
Oh, you have not long to stay:
Be in time!
While God's Spirit bids you come,
Sinner, do not longer roam,
Lest you seal your hopeless doom,
Be in time!
Time is gliding swiftly by,
Death and judgment both draw nigh,
To the arms of Jesus fly:
Be in time!
Oh! I pray you count the cost,
Ere the fatal line be crossed,
And your Christless soul be lost,
Be in time!
Sinner, heed the warning voice,
Make the Lord your happy choice,
Then all heaven will rejoice:
Be in time!
Come from darkness into light,
From the way that seemeth right;
Come and start for heaven tonight,
Be in time!
"Man of Sorrows," What a Name
"Man of sorrows," what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Guilty, vile and helpless, we,
Spotless Lamb of God was He!
"Full atonement"—can it be?
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Lifted up was He to die,
"It is finished" was His cry.
Now in heaven exalted high;
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
Not All the Gold of All the World
Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind;
'Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing full supply.
Gold could not give the heart-relief
The malefactor craved,
Ah, no! 'twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith's view of Him who bleeding hung
A victim by his side.
He saw, he knew the Lord was there,
The Lord for him had died.
Oh, what can equal joy divine,
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?
Safe in the Lord, without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That's hid with Christ in God.
Nothing but the Name of Jesus
Nothing but the name of Jesus
Can avail in danger's hour;
Nothing but the name of Jesus,
When the clouds of trouble lower;
Only through the blood of Jesus
Can the guilty soul have peace;
Only through the death of Jesus
Satan's captives find release.
Dying sinner, look to Jesus,
Lifted on the cross for thee;
See the holy Saviour, Jesus,
Stretched and nailed upon the tree.
Why that piercing cry of anguish?
Why did God His Son forsake?
Shall the spotless Victim languish?
Must His heart for sorrows break?
Sinner, hear the matchless story,
Listen simply and believe;
From the risen Lord in glory,
Life, eternal life, receive;
Jesus died—thy condemnation,
Thine, believer, Jesus bore;
Conquered grave, thy desolation,
Rose, and lives to die no more.
O Christ, in Thee My Soul Hath Found
O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,
And found in Thee alone,
The peace, the joy I sought so long,
The bliss till now unknown.
Now none but Christ can satisfy,
None other name for me;
There's love, and life, and lasting joy,
Lord Jesus, found in Thee.
I sighed for rest and happiness,
I yearned for them, not Thee;
But while I passed my Saviour by,
His love laid hold on me.
I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
But, ah, the waters failed!
E'en as I stooped to drink they fled
And mocked me as I wailed.
The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
But never wept for Thee,
Till grace the sightless eyes received,
Thy loveliness to see.
Oh, Do Not Let the Word Depart
Oh, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eye against the light!
Poor sinner, harden not thine heart;
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
Why not tonight? Why not tonight?
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
Why not tonight? Why not tonight?
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
Tomorrow's sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh, then, be wise;
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
Our God in pity lingers still,
And wilt thou thus His love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
The world has nothing new to give,
It has no true, no pure delight.
Look now to Jesus Christ and live!
Thou wouldst be saved: Why not tonight?
Oh Precious Blood, on Calvary Shed
Oh precious blood, on Calvary shed
For sinful souls in trespass dead!
Oh crimson flood that makes a path
Of sure escape from coming wrath!
Oh precious blood! Oh living way,
By which the chief of sinners may,
Accepted stand before his God!
Oh precious, reconciling blood!
Oh precious blood! The peace divine
The cross has purchased now is mine;
No more of judgment then afraid
Since all my guilt on Christ was laid.
Oh precious blood! The subtle foe
Its all-prevailing power shall know
As saints o'ercome him by its might,
And silence every voice of night.
Oh precious blood! The ransomed throng
Extols its worth in thrilling song;
And seated on the throne is He
Whose precious blood atoned for me.
Oh, the Love of God Is Boundless
Oh, the love of God is boundless,
Perfect, causeless, full and free!
Doubts have vanished, fears are groundless,
Now I know that love to me.
Love, the source of all my blessing;
Love, that set itself on me;
Love, that gave the spotless Victim;
Love told out at Calvary.
Oh, the cross of Christ is wondrous!
There I learn God's heart to me;
Midst the silent, deepening darkness,
"God is light" I also see.
Holy claims of justice finding
Full expression in that scene;
Light and love alike are telling
What yon woe and sufferings mean.
Oh, the sight in heaven is glorious!
Man in righteousness is there;
Once the Victim, now victorious,
Jesus lives in glory fair.
Him, who met the claims of glory,
And the need of ruined man,
On the cross—oh, wondrous story!
God has set at His right hand.
Oh, what rest of soul in viewing
Jesus on the Father's throne!
Yea, what peace forever flowing
From God's rest in His own Son!
Gazing upward into heaven,
Reading glory in His face,
Knowing that 'tis He, once given
On the cross to take my place.
Oh, Turn Now! Oh, Turn Now! for Why Will You Die
Oh, turn now! Oh, turn now! For why will you die,
When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?
Now Jesus invites you; the Spirit says, "Come,"
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.
Come while you may! Come while you may!
Take God's free salvation, 'tis offered today!
How vain the delusion, that while you delay
Your hearts may grow better by staying away;
Come wretched, come starving, come, happy to be,
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
Oh, how can we leave you? Why will you not come?
'Tis Jesus entreats you, He bids you come home;
Oh, turn now! Oh, turn now! For why will you die,
When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?
Once Again the Gospel Message
Once again the gospel message
From the Saviour you have heard;
Will you heed the invitation?
Will you turn and seek the Lord?
Come believing! Come believing!
Come to Jesus! Look, and live!
Come believing! Come believing!
Come to Jesus! Look, and live!
Many summers you have wasted,
Ripened harvests you have seen;
Winter snows by spring have melted,
Yet you linger in your sin.
Jesus for your choice is waiting;
Tarry not; at once decide!
While the Spirit now is striving,
Yield, and seek the Saviour's side.
Naught Have I Gotten but What I Received
Naught have I gotten but what I received,
Grace hath bestowed it since I have believed;
Boasting excluded, pride I abase;
I'm only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
This is my story, to God be the glory,
I'm only a sinner saved by grace!
Once I was foolish, and sin ruled my heart,
Causing my footsteps from God to depart;
Jesus hath found me, happy my case;
I now am a sinner saved by grace!
Tears unavailing, no merit had I;
Mercy had saved me, or else I must die;
Sin had alarmed me fearing God's face,
But now I'm a sinner saved by grace!
Suffer a sinner whose heart overflows,
Loving his Saviour to tell what he knows;
Once more to tell it would I embrace—
I'm only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a Step to Jesus
Only a step to Jesus!
Then why not take it now?
Come, and thy sin confessing,
To Him, the Saviour, bow.
Only a step, only a step;
Come, He waits for thee;
Come, and thy sin confessing,
Thou shalt receive a blessing;
Do not reject the mercy
He freely offers thee.
Only a step to Jesus!
Believe, and thou shalt live;
Lovingly now He's waiting,
And ready to forgive.
Only a step to Jesus!
A step from sin to grace;
What hast thy heart decided?
The moments fly apace.
Only a step to Jesus!
Oh, why not come and say,
Gladly to Thee, my Saviour,
I give myself today.
Saved Through the Blood of Jesus
Saved through the blood of Jesus,
Saved from the curse of sin,
Saved now to share Christ's glory,
Are all who trust in Him.
Joy is among the angels,
And in the heart of God,
As each unworthy sinner
Trusts in the precious blood.
Saved through the blood of Jesus,
Perfect and only plea;
Naught else avails for sinners,
Naught else avails for me.
Saved through the blood of Jesus,
That great High Priest above,
Who bears them on His shoulders
And on His heart of love.
No lamb shall ever perish,
Entrusted to His care,
So those who trust in Jesus
Are saved from doubt and fear.
Saved in that only Refuge,
Where every soul may hide,
Saved from this world of evil,
With Christ they're crucified;
Saved too from many a sorrow,
Saved from an aching heart,
Since Christ to all who trust Him
Will perfect peace impart.
Saved too to tell the story
To sinners everywhere,
To tell of Christ in glory,
Who bled and suffered here.
Saved now to wait with patience,
Looking by faith afar,
Till just before the dawning
Rises the Morning Star.
Himself He Could Not Save
Himself He could not save;
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh:
Yes, Christ the Son of God must bleed,
That sinners might from sin be freed.
Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done;
And sin's full weight must fall
Upon the sinless One;
For nothing less can God accept
In payment of that fearful debt.
Himself He could not save,
For He the Surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood.
He bore the penalty of guilt
When on the cross His blood was spilt.
Himself He could not save,
Yet now, a Saviour, He
Bids sinners to Him come,
And live eternally.
Believing in Him now we prove
His saving power, His changeless love.
See Mercy, Mercy From on High
See mercy, mercy from on high,
Descend to rebels doomed to die;
'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;
How sweet, how pleasant is the sound!
Soon as the reign of sin began
The light of mercy dawned on man,
When God announced the blessed news,
"The woman's seed thy head shall bruise."
Brightly it beamed on men forlorn
When Christ, the holy child, was born;
And brighter still in splendor shone
When Jesus, dying, cried, 'Tis done!
Complete in power, when He arose
And burst the bands of all His foes;
Then captive led captivity,
And took for us His seat on high.
Till we around Him there shall throng,
This mercy shall be still our song;
For God shall every scheme confound
Of all that seek its course to bound!
Sinner, Thine's a Lost Condition
Sinner, thine's a lost condition,
Guilty too before thy God;
In thy folly thou hast wandered,
Broad the road thy feet have trod.
Death and after death the judgment
Will o'ertake thee like a flood—
Jesus only can avail thee,
Jesus and His precious blood.
Let the story of His goodness
Win its way in thy poor heart;
From the glory He descended,
Here with man to take His part.
Gracious, sinless, onward going,
To the cross with all its shame;
To the judgment and forsaking,
Due to God's most holy name.
Come at once, thy way forsaking,
Own thy sins with all their shame,
Claim God's pardon, full, eternal,
Now believing in His name.
Then with joy thy Lord confessing,
Press thou on, the glory's thine,
Wait His coming, live unto Him,
Let your light thus brightly shine.
Softly and Tenderly Jesus Is Calling
Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
Patiently Jesus is waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me.
Come home ... come home ...
Ye who are weary, come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,
Mercies for you and for me?
Oh! for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me;
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.
When God's Judgment Fell on Egypt
When God's judgment fell on Egypt,
There was weeping everywhere;
For the angel smote the firstborn
Of the people dwelling there.
But some houses God passed over,
As His word had said before,
And death entered not the dwellings
Where the blood was on the door.
Tears and prayers can never save us,
All our works are but in vain,
Lives possessed of purest merits
Cannot cleanse sin's awful stain;
Only by the blood of Jesus,
Who for us the judgment bore,
We can calmly face the future,
When His blood is on the door.
Come, now, trust in Christ the Saviour,
He who died upon the tree;
His atoning blood most precious
There was shed for you and me.
Sheltered by the blood of Jesus,
We are saved forevermore,
Saved from hell and saved for heaven
By the blood upon the door.
The Father Sent the Son
The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted to the Sinless One
The cross, the grave.
Blest Substitute from God,
Wrath's awful cup He drained;
Laid down His life, and e'en the tomb's
Reproach sustained.
Look to Christ, sacrificed on the cross for thee:
Own Him now, before Him bow, He'll set you free!
The new and living Way
Stands open now to heaven;
Thence, where the blood is seen alway,
God's gift is given.
The river of His grace,
Through righteousness supplied,
Is flowing o'er the barren place
Where Jesus died!
The Lord shall come again!
The Conqueror must reign!
No tongue but shall confess Him then,
The Lamb once slain.
Jesus is worthy now
All homage to receive:
O sinner, to the Saviour bow,
The truth believe.
"All Things Are Ready," Come
"All things are ready," come,
Come to the supper spread;
Come, rich and poor; come, old and young;
Come, and be richly fed.
"All things are ready," come,
The invitation's given,
Through Him who now in glory sits
At God's right hand in heaven.
"All things are ready," come,
The door is open wide;
Oh, feast upon the love of God,
For Christ His Son has died.
"All things are ready," come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love
To fallen man has proved.
"All things are ready," come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come; the Saviour waits
This hour to welcome thee!
The Holy Lamb Has Died
The holy Lamb has died,
A victim on the tree,
For sinners He was crucified,
To set them free;
He bore the righteous stroke
Of God's right hand of power,
O'er Him the waves and billows broke,
In that dark hour.
Our sins were on Him laid,
He bowed beneath the load,
By Him the mighty debt was paid—
The debt we owed;
Now see Him on the throne
Who once on Calvary bled,
The One who did for guilt atone,
O'er all as Head.
The Father runs to meet
His lost and guilty son;
The robe, the ring, the sandaled feet,
Tell what He's done;
"The fatted calf bring here,
'Tis meet we merry be,
My son far off, is now brought near—
Rejoice with Me."
Come, guilty sinner, come,
Why wilt thou still delay?
Within the Father's house there's room,
Christ is the way;
The Father's kiss still waits,
For thee His heart doth mourn,
And open wide are thrown the gates,
Return! return!
The Lamb Was Slain, His Precious Blood
The Lamb was slain, His precious blood
On Calvary's awful tree was shed;
He for the guilty sinner stood,
And bore the judgment in his stead.
He has made peace, He has made peace,
And now He lives, who once was dead.
Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace,
To high and low, who hear the call,
To old and young, of Adam's race.
He preaches peace, He preaches peace,
And love divine shines in His face.
Behold Him now, exalted, high,
Upon the throne He took His seat;
Oh wondrous grace that we, brought nigh,
And in Him seated, are complete!
He is our peace, He is our peace,
For light divine He's made us meet.
There Is a Saviour on High in the Glory
There is a Saviour on high in the glory,
A Saviour who suffered on Calvary's tree,
A Saviour as willing to save now as ever,
His arm is almighty, His love great and free.
Oh, come now to Jesus,
That dear, loving Saviour,
Receive Him this moment,
And peace shall be thine.
That dear loving Saviour, who lives in the glory,
This world once rejected and nailed to the tree,
A robe of derision they circled around Him,
And all this He suffered from sinners like thee.
Those hours of darkness He suffered for sinners
On Calvary's cross, all forsaken, alone,
While making atonement and bearing the judgment,
Are ended, and now He's on high on the throne.
He waiteth in patience for sinners to trust Him,
And says: "I receive thee now just as thou art;
Salvation and pardon I heartily offer
To all who receive Me by faith in their heart."
No time should be wasted, thy moments are precious,
Thy time for departing from earth draweth nigh;
Then come now this moment and He will receive you,
And spend your eternity with Him on high.
Who Shall Give Me Rest
Who shall give me rest?
In my grief I cried.
Peace I found and happiness
At Jesus' side.
Yea, in Him are found
All my joy and bliss,
Life and light, where all around
But darkness is.
Now with Him alone
Must my portion be;
He forever as His own
Has purchased me.
Hear His loving voice—
Jesus calleth still,
Waits with heaven's divinest joys
Your heart to fill.
In simplicity
Yield to Him your heart:
Bliss with Him eternally
Shall be your part!
There's a Voice That Is Calling to Thee
There's a voice that is calling to thee,
And it pleads with its tenderest tone,
While it bids thee from God's wrath to flee,
And whispers, "To Jesus now come!"
Sinner, hear and obey,
'Tis the voice of the Spirit that cries;
While He strives, yield to Him,
Do not quench the convictions that rise.
There's a Saviour now waiting for thee,
With His heart and His arms open wide;
Will you come, and from judgment be free
Through the Lamb who on Calvary died?
There's a fountain that's open for thee;
Go and wash, then be clean from thy sin:
Not a spot nor a stain shall there be
If but once thou art cleansèd therein.
There's a mansion in heaven for thee,
With its pleasures that none can conceive;
And eternally happy thou'lt be
If thou wilt but on Jesus believe.
Let Us Sing of His Love Once Again
Let us sing of His love once again,
Of the love that can never decay,
Of the blood of the Lamb who was slain,
Till we praise Him again in that day.
In the sweet by-and-by
We shall meet in the home of our Lord.
There are cleansing and healing for all
Who will wash in the life-giving flood;
There is life everlasting, and joy
In the presence of God through the blood.
Even now while we taste of His love,
We are filled with delight at His name;
But what will it be when above
We shall join in the song of the Lamb!
Though All the Beasts That Live and Feed
Though all the beasts that live and feed
Upon a thousand hills should bleed—
Though all their blood should flow,
The sacrifice would be in vain,
The stain of sin would still remain:
Sin is not cancelled so.
"A better sacrifice" than these
It needs, the conscience to appease
Or satisfy the Lord:
No blood hath virtue to atone
For man's offence, but His alone
Whose title is "The Word."
His who could say, Himself the Son,
"My Father and Myself are one,"
Who made the world around;
His who Jehovah's Fellow stood,
And claimed equality with God,
Whose glory knows no bounds.
Jesus the Christ, on earth His name,
He came—in love to sinners came—
And bowed His head and died;
A full atonement now is made,
The ransom, by His death, is paid,
And Justice satisfied.
That sinners might draw near to Him,
God planned this great, this gracious scheme,
And found the ransom too:
Let all His saints their voices raise,
And sing the great Redeemer's praise
While endless ages flow.
'Tis a True and Faithful Saying
'Tis a true and faithful saying,
Jesus died for sinful men;
Though we've told the story often,
We must tell it o'er again.
Oh glad and glorious gospel!
With joy we now proclaim
A full and free salvation
Through faith in Jesus' name!
He has made a full atonement,
Now His saving work is done;
He has satisfied the Father,
Who accepts us in His Son.
Still upon His hands the nail-prints
For eternity He'll bear;
Our Redeemer, Lord and Saviour,
In the glory sitteth there.
But remember, this same Jesus
In the clouds will come again;
And with Him His blood-bought people
Evermore shall live and reign.
To God Be the Glory, Great Things He Hath Done
To God be the glory, great things He hath done!
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son;
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the Life-gate that all may go in.
Praise the Lord! praise the Lord! let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! praise the Lord! let His people rejoice!
Oh, come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done!
Oh perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.
Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.
We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died
We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross,
The sinner's hope—let men deride;
For this we count the world but loss.
Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "God is love"!
The Lamb who died upon the tree
Has brought us mercy from above.
The cross! it took our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.
It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The theme of praise in heaven above.
We Have Heard the Joyful Sound
We have heard the joyful sound,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Tell the message all around,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Bear the news to every land,
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward! 'tis our Lord's command,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
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 strife,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
By His death and endless life,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Sing it softly through the gloom,
When the heart for mercy craves;
Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Give the winds a mighty voice,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Let the nations now rejoice,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Shout salvation full and free,
Through the Lamb of Calvary;
This our song of victory,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
With Joy and With Gladness There Stands a Great Throng
With joy and with gladness there stands a great throng,
In the presence of Jesus, and sing this new song:
Unto Him who hath loved us and washed us from sins,
Unto Him be the glory forever. Amen.
All these once were sinners, defiled in His sight,
Now arrayed in pure garments in praise they unite.
He maketh the rebel a priest and a king;
He hath bought him and taught him this new song to sing:
How helpless and hopeless poor sinners had been,
If He never had loved them till cleansed from their sins.
Aloud in His praises their voices shall ring,
So that others believing, this new song shall sing.
Oh, What Will You Do With Jesus
Oh, what will you do with Jesus?
The call comes low and sweet;
And tenderly He bids you
Your burdens lay at His feet;
O soul, so sad and weary,
That sweet voice speaks to thee:
Then what will you do with Jesus?
Oh, what shall the answer be?
What shall the answer be?
What shall the answer be?
What will you do with Jesus?
Oh, what shall the answer be?
Oh, what will you do with Jesus?
The call comes low and clear;
The solemn words are sounding
In every listening ear;
Immortal life's in question,
And joy through eternity:
Then what will you do with Jesus?
Oh, what shall the answer be?
Oh, think of the King of glory—
From heaven to earth come down;
His life so pure and holy;
His death, His cross, His crown;
Of His divine compassion,
His sacrifice for thee:
Then what will you do with Jesus?
Oh, what shall the answer be?
There Is No Other Name Than Thine
There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah-Jesus—name divine;
On which to rest for sins forgiven,
For peace with God, for hope of heaven.
Name above every name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
Jehovah-Jesus—name divine,
Rock of salvation—Thou art mine.
When the Harvest Is Past and the Summer Is Gone
When the harvest is past and the summer is gone,
And God's gracious pleadings are o'er,
When the beams cease to break of the blest Lord's Day morn,
And Jesus invites thee no more—
When the harvest is past,
And the summer is o'er,
When the beams cease to break of the blest Lord's Day morn,
And Jesus invites you no more.
When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow,
The gospel no message declare,
How canst thou, sinner, bear the deep wailing of woe,
How suffer the night of despair?
When the saved ones have gone to the region of peace
To dwell in the mansions above,
When their harmony wakes in the fullness of bliss,
Their song to the Saviour of love—
O dear sinner, that livest at ease and secure,
Who fearest no trouble to come,
Can thy spirit the wailings of sorrow endure,
Or bear the impenitent's doom?
He Left the Brightness of His Home
He left the brightness of His home
For sinners such as I;
Rejected and a stranger here,
He came to die!
Only begotten Son of God!
He left the courts on high
To tread the weary paths of earth;
He came to die!
And angel voices at His birth
His praises chanted high;
Heaven shone upon His lowly bed;
He came to die!
His life on earth was lowliness,
To God and sinners nigh;
He had nowhere to lay His head;
He came to die!
His was the voice that breathed o'er time,
The comfort of the sky!
"Come unto Me," for us He came;
He came to die!
He loved the ones for whom He died—
Not ours to question why;
But ours to know the love of Him
Who came to die!
His is the loving voice we hear
That leads us to the sky.
We bless Thee, Lord, who came to earth
For us to die!
"Whosoever Heareth," Shout, Shout the Sound
"Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound!
Send the blessed tidings all the world around;
Spread the joyful news wherever man is found,
"Whosoever will may come."
"Whosoever will," "whosoever will,"
Send the proclamation over vale and hill.
'Tis a loving Father calls the wanderer home:
"Whosoever will may come."
Whosoever cometh must not delay;
Now the door is open, enter while you may;
Jesus is the true, the only living Way:
"Whosoever will may come."
"Whosoever will," the promise is secure;
"Whosoever will," forever shall endure;
"Whosoever will," 'tis life forevermore;
"Whosoever will may come."
What Can Wash Away My Sins
What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
So that not one spot remains?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my pardon this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nothing can for sins atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Nothing good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Through it all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Will Your Anchor Hold in the Storms of Life
Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll;
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.
Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear,
When the breakers roar and the reef is near?
While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow,
Shall the angry waves then your bark o'erflow?
Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill your latest breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail
While your anchor holds within the veil.
Will your eyes behold through the morning light
The city of gold and the harbor bright?
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore
When life's storms are past forevermore?
How Vast, How Full, How Free
How vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessed news around,
And spread it all abroad.
How vast! "Whoever will"
May drink at mercy's stream,
And know that faith in Jesus brings
Salvation e'en for him.
How full! It doth remove
The stain of every sin,
And leaves the soul as white and pure
As though no sin had been.
How free! It asks no price,
For God delights to give;
It only says—a simple thing—
"Believe in Christ, and live."
Poor trembling sinner, "Come,"
God waits to comfort thee;
Oh, cast thyself upon His love,
So vast, so full, so free!
A Ruler Once Came to Jesus by Night
A ruler once came to Jesus by night,
To ask Him the way of salvation and light;
The Saviour made answer in words true and plain,
"Ye must be born again"!
"Ye must be born again"!
"Ye must be born again"!
I verily, verily say unto thee,
"Ye must be born again"!
Ye children of men, attend to the word
So solemnly uttered by Jesus the Lord,
And let not this message to you be in vain:
"Ye must be born again"!
O ye who would enter this glorious rest,
And sing with the ransomed the song of the blest;
The life everlasting if ye would obtain,
"Ye must be born again"!
The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll Not Want
The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want:
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for His own name's sake.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet I will fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff they comfort still.
My table Thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
"A Little While" the Lord Shall Come
"A little while" the Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to His Father's home,
Where He for us is gone before—
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.
"A little while"—He'll come again;
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.
Watching and ready may we be,
As those that wait their Lord to see.
"A little while"—'twill soon be past:
Why should we shun the promised cross?
Oh, let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss;
For how will recompense His smile,
The sufferings of this "little while."
"A little while"—come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy bride has tarried long;
Take Thy poor waiting pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song,
To see Thy glory, and to be
In everything conformed to Thee!
May the Grace of Christ Our Saviour
May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,
Rest upon us from above.
Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord,
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth can ne'er afford.
All the Path the Saints Are Treading
All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God;
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him upon the road;
All the darkness, and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.
Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne,
Having suffered all the judgment,
Borne the storm of wrath alone;
He is able thus to succor
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God's right hand.
Now He praises in th' assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises; grace recounting
All the path already trod,
We associated with Him—
God, our Father and our God.
Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step that we have trodden
Is a triumph of His grace:
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all—who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.
It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption's worth?
He who knows it leads the singing,
Full the joy, as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God's salvation,
And His never-failing love.
And Did the Holy and the Just
And did the Holy and the Just,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to man's estate and dust
That guilty worms might rise?
Yes, the Redeemer left the throne,
The radiant throne on high;
Surprising mercy! love unknown!
To suffer, bleed and die.
He took the guilty culprit's place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man! (Oh miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled.
Jesus, my soul adoring bends
To love, so full, so free;
Thy Word declares that love extends,
In saving power, to me.
Lord, While Our Souls in Faith Repose
Lord, while our souls in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace like an even river flows,
And mercy like a flood.
But boundless joy shall fill our hearts
When gazing on Thy face;
We fully see what faith imparts,
And glory crowns Thy grace.
Unseen we love Thee; dear Thy name;
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful wonder we'll exclaim,
"The half had not been told!"
For Thou exceedest all the fame
Our ears have ever heard;
How happy we who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faithful word!
Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect salvation, all is at rest,
I in my Saviour am happy and blest;
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Break Forth and Sing the Song
Break forth and sing the song
Of "Glory to the Lamb!"
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.
Sing of His dying love;
Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.
Sing on your heavenly road,
Ye sons of glory, sing;
To the ascended Lamb of God
Your cheerful praises bring.
Soon shall we hear Him say,
"Ye ransomed pilgrims, come";
Soon will He call us hence away,
And take us to His home.
Then shall each raptured tongue
His fullest praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices wake the song
Of "Glory to the Lamb!"
"No Condemnation" — precious Word
"No condemnation"—precious word!
Consider it, my soul;
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made thee whole.
In heaven the blood forever speaks
In God's omniscient ear;
The saints, as jewels on His heart,
Jesus doth ever bear.
"No condemnation"—O my soul,
'Tis God that speaks the word,
Perfect in comeliness art thou
In Christ, the risen Lord.
Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb;
So shall I love Thy precious will
And glorify His name.
Brightness of Th' Eternal Glory
Brightness of th' eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the heaven-sent story
Of the Lamb who came to die?
Came from Godhead's fullest glory
Down to Calvary's depth of woe,
Now on high we bow before Thee;
Streams of praises ceaseless flow.
Sing His blest triumphant rising;
Sing Him on the Father's throne;
Sing—till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone.
Jesus! Life-giving Sound
Jesus! life-giving sound,
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
In which the sons of men can boast,
But His who seeks and saves the lost.
His name the sinner hears,
And is from guilt set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory:
His heart o'erflows with sacred joy,
And songs of praise his lips employ.
Jesus! all praise above,
We sing Thy blessed name,
We sing Thy dying love,
Thy rising power proclaim;
But soon, to give Thee worthy praise,
Both heaven and earth their songs shall raise.
The Atoning Work Is Done
The atoning work is done,
The Victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone
His people's cause to plead:
He sits in heaven their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.
See "sprinkled with the blood
The mercy-seat" above;
For Justice had withstood
The purposes of Love;
But Justice now withstands no more,
And Mercy yields her boundless store.
And though awhile He be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see
Their great High Priest again.
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.
By Thee, O God, Invited
By Thee, O God, invited,
We look unto the Son,
In whom Thy soul delighted,
Who all Thy will hath done;
And by the one chief treasure
Thy bosom freely gave,
Thine own pure love we measure,
Thy willing mind to save.
O God of mercy—Father;
The one unchanging claim,
The brightest hopes we gather
From Christ's most precious name;
What always sounds so sweetly
In Thine unwearied ear,
Has freed our souls completely
From all our sinful fear.
The trembling sinner feareth
That God can ne'er forget,
But one full payment cleareth
His memory of all debt.
When naught beside could free us,
Or set our souls at large,
Thy holy work, Lord Jesus,
Secured a full discharge.
No wrath God's heart retaineth
To us-ward who believe;
No dread in ours remaineth
As we His love receive;
Returning sons He kisses,
And with His robe invests;
His perfect love dismisses
All terror from our breasts.
Child of God, by Christ's Salvation
Child of God, by Christ's salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father's smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee,
Child of God, wilt thou repine?
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's right hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Christ the Lord Is Coming
Christ the Lord is coming,
Coming very soon,
Suddenly some morning,
Eve, or night, or noon.
Quickly, in a moment,
Saints shall quit the earth;
See Him in His beauty,
Glory, grace and worth.
Then—oh, wondrous blessing!
They shall be like Him;
Nevermore have sorrow,
Ever free from sin.
Then with Him in glory
Brightly they shall shine;
Know His love more fully—
Love so true, divine!
Come, Let Us Sing the Matchless Worth
Come, let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine;
To God and Christ our praises bring,
The song with which high heaven will ring,
Praises for grace divine.
How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is the righteousness,
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!
How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
We e'er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.
And soon that happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we'll spend
In singing still His grace.
God Be With You Till We Meet Again
God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you;
God be with you till we meet again.
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
Neath His wings protecting hide you,
Daily manna still provide you;
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
When life's perils thick confound you,
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love's banner floating o'er you,
Smite death's threatening wave before you;
God be with you till we meet again.
Though in a Foreign Land
Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We every moment come.
Secure within the veil
Christ is our anchor strong;
While power supreme and love divine
Still guide us safe along.
And should the surges rise,
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.
God's grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.
Soon shall our pains and fears
Forever pass away;
For we shall soon the Saviour see
In everlasting day.
God Moves in a Mysterious Way
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
O Lord! 'Tis Joy to Look Above
O Lord! 'tis joy to look above,
And see Thee on the throne,
To search the heights and depths of love
Which Thou to us hast shown.
To look beyond the long dark night,
And hail the coming day,
When Thou to all Thy saints in light,
Thy glories wilt display.
And, oh! 'tis joy the path to trace,
By Thee so meekly trod;
Learning of Thee to walk in grace,
And fellowship with God.
Joy to confess Thy blessed name,
The virtues of Thy blood,
And to the wearied heart proclaim,
Behold the Lamb of God!
Guide Us, O Thou Gracious Saviour
Guide us, O Thou gracious Saviour,
Pilgrims through this barren land;
We are weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold us with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven!
Feed us now and evermore.
While we tread this vale of sorrow,
May we in Thy love abide;
Keep us ever, gracious Saviour,
Cleaving closely to Thy side;
Still relying, still relying,
On the Father's changeless love.
Saviour, come, we long to see Thee,
Long to dwell with Thee above,
And to know in full communion
All the sweetness of Thy love.
Come, Lord Jesus, come, Lord Jesus,
Take Thy waiting people home.
Have I an Object, Lord, Below
Have I an object, Lord, below
Which would divide my heart with Thee,
Which would divert its even flow
In answer to Thy constancy?
Oh, teach me quickly to return,
And cause my heart afresh to burn.
Have I a hope, however dear,
Which would defer Thy coming, Lord,
Which would detain my spirit here
Where naught can lasting joy afford?
From it, my Saviour, set me free,
To look and long and wait for Thee.
Be Thou the object bright and fair
To fill and satisfy the heart;
My hope to meet Thee in the air,
And nevermore from Thee to part:
That I may undistracted be
To follow, serve and wait for Thee.
Jesus! How Much Thy Name Unfolds
Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds
To every opened ear;
The pardoned sinner's memory holds
None other half so dear.
Thy name encircles every grace
That God as man could show;
There only could He fully trace
A life divine below.
Jesus—it speaks a life of love,
Of sorrows meekly borne;
It tells of sympathy above,
Whatever makes us mourn.
Jesus—the One who knew no sin,
Made sin to make us just;
Thou gav'st Thyself our love to win—
Our full confiding trust.
The mention of Thy name shall bow
Our hearts to worship Thee;
The chiefest of ten thousand Thou,
Whose love has set us free.
In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes
In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
Waiting to see the Morning Star arise;
How bright, how gladsome will His advent be,
Before the Sun shines forth in majesty!
How will our eyes to see His face delight,
Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night!
How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,
Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice.
No stain within; no foes or snares around;
No jarring notes shall there discordant sound;
All pure without, all pure within the breast;
No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest.
If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love
Lift our poor hearts this weary world above;
If even here the taste of heavenly springs
So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings,
What will the sunshine of His glory prove?
What the unmingled fullness of His love?
What hallelujahs will His presence raise?
What but one loud, eternal burst of praise!
I Know Not Why God's Wondrous Grace
I know not why God's wondrous grace
To me He hath made known;
Nor why—unworthy as I am—
He claimed me for His own.
But "I know whom I have believèd;
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I've committed
Unto Him against that day."
I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart;
Or how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.
I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin;
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.
I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days
Before His face I see.
In Tenderness He Sought Me
In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders brought me
Back to Himself again;
While tidings of the lost one found
Made heaven's courts with praise resound.
Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to Himself,
Wondrous grace that brought me to Himself.
He washed the bleeding sin-wounds,
And poured in oil and wine;
He whispered to assure me,
"I've found thee; thou art Mine";
I never heard a sweeter voice,
It made my aching heart rejoice.
He pointed to the nail-prints;
For me His blood was shed,
A mocking crown so thorny
Was placed upon His head:
I wondered what He saw in me
To suffer such deep agony.
I'm sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I'm waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call me to His side,
The portion of His spotless bride.
Blest Be the Tie That Binds
Blest be the tie that binds
Our souls in Jesus' love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is shared with Him above.
Before our Father's throne
We pour our fervent prayers;
In Christ our thoughts and hopes are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
We share each other's woes,
Each other's burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
When for a while we part,
This thought will soothe our pain:
That we shall still be joined in heart,
And one day meet again.
"That blessed hope" revives
Our spirits by the way,
While each in expectation lives
And longs to see the day,
When from all toil and pain
And sin we shall be free,
And we shall with the Saviour reign
Through all eternity.
Jesus! Oh Name Divinely Sweet
Jesus! Oh name divinely sweet!
How soothing is the sound!
What joyful news, what heavenly power,
In that blest name is found!
Our souls, as guilty and condemned,
In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls with countless sins defiled,
Of death and hell the prey.
Jesus, to purge away our guilt,
A willing victim fell,
And on His cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.
On the Lamb Our Souls Are Resting
On the Lamb our souls are resting,
What His love no tongue can say;
All our sins, so great, so many,
In His blood are washed away.
Sweetest rest and peace have filled us,
Sweeter praise than tongue can tell;
God is satisfied with Jesus,
We are satisfied as well.
Conscience now no more condemns us,
For His own most precious blood
Once for all has washed and cleansed us,
Cleansed us in the eyes of God.
Filled with this sweet peace forever,
On we go through strife and care,
Till we find that peace around us
In the Lamb's high glory there.
Lamb of God, We Bow Before Thee
Lamb of God, we bow before Thee,
Calvary's tale creation awed;
Well may Thy redeemed adore Thee,
While we sound this note abroad—
Calvary's Victim, Calvary's Victim
Vindicates the throne of God.
Rock of Ages, rent asunder,
Riven neath the wrath of God;
Safe within those clefts we wonder,
While we sound this note abroad—
Calvary's Victim, Calvary's Victim
Reconciles our souls to God.
Saviour God, the altar's craving
Thou hast satisfied with blood;
Now in heaven, fresh incense waving,
Sweetly sounds this note abroad—
Calvary's Victim, Calvary's Victim
Fills with joy the heart of God.
Man of sorrows, God of glory,
Wondrous path Thy foot hath trod;
Cross and crown rehearse the story,
Joyous sound this note abroad—
Calvary's Victim, Calvary's Victim
Now adorns the throne of God.
Long Did I Toil, and Knew No Earthly Rest
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come;
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
And I since then am His, and He is mine.
The good I have is from His stores supplied;
The ill is only what He deems the best;
He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside;
And poor without Him, though of all possessed.
Changes may come; I take, or I resign;
Content, while I am His, while He is mine.
While here, alas! I know but half His love,
But half discern Him, and but half adore;
But when I meet Him in the realms above,
I then will love Him better, praise Him more,
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and He is mine.
"Glory to God on High
"Glory to God on high!
Peace upon earth and joy,
Good will to man."
We who God's blessing prove,
His name all names above,
Sing now the Saviour's love,
Too vast to scan.
Mercy and truth unite,
Oh, 'tis a wondrous sight,
All sights above!
Jesus the curse sustains!
Guilt's bitter cup He drains!
Nothing for us remains—
Nothing but love.
Love that no tongue can teach,
Love that no thought can reach,
No love like His.
God is its blessed source,
Death ne'er can stop its course,
Nothing can stay its force:
Matchless it is.
Blest in this love, we sing;
To God our praises bring;
All sins forgiven.
Jesus, our Lord, to Thee,
Honor and majesty,
Now and forever be,
Here and in heaven.
Low in the Grave He Lay
Low in the grave He lay—
Jesus, my Saviour!
Waiting the coming day—
Jesus, my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed—
Jesus, my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead—
Jesus, my Lord!
Death cannot keep his prey—
Jesus, my Saviour!
He tore the bars away—
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, What a Debt We Owe
Oh, what a debt we owe
To Him who shed His blood,
And cleansed our souls and gave us power
To stand before His God.
Saviour and Lord! We own
The riches of Thy grace;
For we can call Thy God, our God—
Can bow before His face.
Thy Father, too, above,
We worship as our own;
Who gave with Thee the Spirit's cry,
To us His sons foreknown.
Nor Silver nor Gold Hath Obtained My Redemption
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
Nor riches of earth could have saved my poor soul;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour now maketh me whole.
I am redeemed, but not with silver;
I am bought, but not with gold;
Bought with a price—the blood of Jesus,
Precious price of love untold.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The guilt on my conscience too heavy had grown;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour alone could atone.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The holy commandment forbade me draw near;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour removeth my fear.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The way into heaven could not thus be bought;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour redemption hath wrought.
Glory Unto Jesus Be
Glory unto Jesus be!
From the curse who set us free;
All our guilt on Him was laid,
He the ransom fully paid.
All that blessed work is done,
God's well pleasèd with His Son;
He has raised Him from the dead,
Set Him over all as Head.
This we know, and cease to mourn,
Patient wait His sure return;
For His saints with Him shall reign—
"Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen!"
Nothing but Christ, as on We Tread
Nothing but Christ, as on we tread,
The gift unpriced—God's living Bread;
With staff in hand, and feet well shod,
Nothing but Christ—the Christ of God.
Everything loss for Him below,
Taking the cross where'er we go;
Showing to all, where once He trod,
Nothing but Christ—the Christ of God.
Nothing save Him, in all our ways,
Giving the theme for ceaseless praise;
Our whole resource along the road,
Nothing but Christ—the Christ of God.
Whom Have We, Lord, but Thee
Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,
Soul-thirst to satisfy?
Exhaustless spring! The waters free!
All other streams are dry.
Our hearts by Thee are set
On brighter things above;
Strange that we ever should forget
Thine own most faithful love.
Yet oft we credit not
He freely gives as God,
Though well we know our happy lot
In trusting to His blood.
None like the ransomed host
That precious blood have known;
Redemption gives faith's holy boast
To draw so near the throne.
Higher and higher yet!
Pleading that same lifeblood;
We taste the love that knows no let,
Of Abba, as of God.
O Head Once Full of Bruises
O Head once full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn,
Mid other sore abuses,
Mocked with a crown of thorn;
O Head e'en now surrounded
With brightest majesty,
In death once bowed and wounded
On the accursèd tree.
Thou Countenance transcendent!
Thou life-creating Sun!
To worlds on Thee dependent—
Yet bruised and spit upon:
O Lord, what Thee tormented
Was our sins' heavy load,
We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.
We give Thee thanks unfeignèd,
O Saviour, Friend in need,
For what Thy soul sustainèd
When Thou for us didst bleed.
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until, to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.
O Jesus, Friend Unfailing
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee.
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.
Naught, naught I court as pleasure,
Compared, O Christ, with Thee,
Thy sorrow without measure
Earned peace and joy for me!
I love to own, Lord Jesus,
Thy claims o'er me divine,
Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine?
What fills my heart with gladness?
'Tis Thine abounding grace;
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Saviour, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing—
Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my refuge, hiding—
No good wilt Thou withhold.
Oh worldly pomp and glory,
Your charms are spread in vain!
I've heard a sweeter story,
I've found a truer gain:
Where Christ a place prepareth,
There is my loved abode;
There shall I gaze on Jesus,
There shall I dwell with God.
O Lamb of God, Still Keep Us
O Lamb of God, still keep us
Close to Thy piercèd side;
'Tis only there in safety
And peace we can abide;
With foes and snares around us,
And lusts and fears within,
The grace that sought and found us
Alone can keep us clean.
'Tis only in Thee hiding
We feel ourselves secure;
Only in Thee abiding
The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O'er every hateful foe;
Thy love our hearts sustaineth,
In all their cares and woe.
Soon shall our eyes behold Thee
With rapture, face to face;
And resting there in glory,
We'll sing Thy power and grace:
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.
Oh, Remember! Oh, Remember
Oh, remember! Oh, remember!
At what price the Saviour bought thee;
To redeem thee, home to bring thee,
From the throne He came and sought thee.
Glory's splendor He surrendered,
Shame despising for thy prizing—
Oh, remember!
Oh, remember! Oh, remember!
What that night thy sins prepared Him,
Deep abasement, sore amazement,
Not one tithe of anguish spared Him.
Wrath's awaking—God's forsaking—
Thou didst earn it, He has borne it—
Oh, remember!
Oh, remember! Oh, remember!
He Himself in death has given
To redeem thee, home to bring thee—
Child of wrath—as heir of heaven.
From earth's sorrow, judgment's morrow,
He has drawn thee, mercy shown thee—
Oh, remember!
On His Father's Throne Is Seated
On His Father's throne is seated
Christ the Lord, the living One!
All His toil on earth completed,
All His work for sinners done.
In the glory, in the glory
See Him—God's eternal Son!
Every knee shall bow before Him,
Every tongue confess His name,
Ransomed myriads shall adore Him,
Who endured the sinner's shame!
From the glory, from the glory
God doth now His worth proclaim.
Man the cross to Him awarded;
Man the Saviour crucified!
Thus man's judgment stands recorded,
Thus was justice satisfied!
By the glory, by the glory
Christ was claimed, on earth who died.
Son of Man, His incarnation
Opened first the tale of grace;
Son of Man, in new creation
Leader of a chosen race!
Well may glory, well may glory
Crown Him in the ordered place!
One Day When Heaven Was Filled With His Praises
One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
When our condition was black as could be,
Jesus Emmanuel was born of a virgin,
Dwelling with men, my example is He!
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
One day He's coming—oh glorious day!
One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected;
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
One day they left Him alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down o'er His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He!
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
He had arisen, over death He had conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing;
Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!
Scarlet, Scarlet, Though Your Sins Be Scarlet
Scarlet, scarlet, though your sins be scarlet,
They shall be white as snow in His precious blood.
Crimson, crimson, though your sins be crimson,
In His precious blood they shall be white as wool.
Our Lord Is Now Rejected
Our Lord is now rejected,
And by the world disowned;
By the many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned:
But soon He'll come in glory—
The hour is drawing nigh;
For the crowning day is coming
By and by.
Oh, the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by!
When our Lord shall come in "power"
And "glory" from on high!
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that's coming
By and by.
The heavens shall glow with splendor,
But brighter far than they
The saints shall shine in glory,
As Christ shall them array.
The beauty of the Saviour
Shall dazzle every eye,
In the crowning day that's coming
By and by.
Let all that look for, "hasten"
The coming joyful day,
By earnest consecration
To walk the narrow way;
By gathering in the lost ones
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that's coming
By and by.
Our Sins Were Borne by Jesus
Our sins were borne by Jesus,
The holy Lamb of God;
He took them all and freed us
From that condemning load.
Our guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who washed the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
Our wants are known to Jesus;
All fullness dwells in Him;
He healeth all diseases
Who did our souls redeem.
We tell our griefs to Jesus—
Our burdens and our cares;
He from them all releases—
Who all our sorrow shares.
We love the name of Jesus,
The Christ of God, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name is spread abroad.
We long to be with Jesus,
With all the ransomed throng,
To sing for aye His praises,
The one eternal song.
Saviour! Lead Us by Thy Power
Saviour! lead us by Thy power
Safe into the promised rest;
Choose the path—the way whatever
Seems to Thee, O Lord, the best:
Be our guide in every peril,
Watch and keep us night and day,
Else our foolish hearts will wander
From the straight and narrow way.
Since in Thee is our redemption,
And salvation full and free,
Nothing need our souls dishearten
But forgetfulness of Thee:
Naught can stay our steady progress,
More than conquerors we shall be,
If our eye, whate'er the danger,
Looks to Thee, and none but Thee.
In Thy presence we are happy;
In Thy presence we're secure;
In Thy presence all afflictions
We can easily endure;
In Thy presence we can conquer,
We can suffer, we can die;
Wandering from Thee we are feeble;
Let Thy love, Lord, keep us nigh.
Saviour, Through the Desert Lead Us
Saviour, through the desert lead us,
Without Thee we cannot go;
Thou from cruel chains hast freed us,
And hast laid the tyrant low:
Let Thy presence, let Thy presence,
Cheer us all our journey through.
Through a desert waste and cheerless
Though our destined journey lie,
Rendered by Thy presence fearless,
We may every foe defy:
Naught shall move us, naught shall move us,
While we see Thee, Saviour, nigh.
With a price Thy love has bought us,
Saviour, what a love is Thine!
Hitherto Thy power has brought us,
Power and love in Thee combine:
Lord of glory, Lord of glory,
Ever on Thy household shine.
Simply Trusting Every Day
Simply trusting every day,
Trusting through a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting Him whate'er befall;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Brightly doth His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Singing if my way be clear;
Praying if the path be drear:
If in danger, for Him call;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
Trusting Him while life shall last,
Trusting Him till earth is past,
Till within the jasper wall—
Trusting Jesus, that is all.
There Comes to My Heart a Sweet Strain
There comes to my heart a sweet strain,
A glad and a joyous refrain;
I sing it again and again,
Sweet peace, the gift of God's love.
Peace, peace, sweet peace,
Wonderful gift from above;
Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace,
Sweet peace, the gift of God's love!
Through Christ on the cross peace was made;
My debt by His death was all paid;
No other foundation is laid
For peace, the gift of God's love.
When Jesus as Lord I had owned,
My heart with His peace did abound;
In Him a rich blessing I found,
Sweet peace, the gift of God's love.
In Jesus for peace I abide,
And as I keep close to His side,
There's nothing but peace doth betide,
Sweet peace, the gift of God's love.
Take the Name of Jesus With You
Take the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe;
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where'er you go.
Precious name, oh, how sweet,
Hope of earth and joy of heaven;
Precious name, oh, how sweet,
Hope of earth and joy of heaven.
Take the name of Jesus ever,
As a shield from every snare;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.
Oh! the precious name of Jesus;
How it thrills our souls with joy,
When His loving arms receive us,
And His songs our tongues employ!
At the name of Jesus bowing,
Falling prostrate at His feet,
Lord and Christ our hearts will own Him,
When our journey is complete.
The Lord Himself Shall Come
The Lord Himself shall come
And shout a quickening word:
Thousands shall answer from the tomb:
"Forever with the Lord."
That resurrection word,
That shout of victory—
Once more: "Forever with the Lord."
Amen, so let it be.
Then as we upward fly,
The resurrection word
Shall be our shout of victory,
"Forever with the Lord."
There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we'll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
A heart supremely blest.
"Knowing as we are known,"
How shall we love that word;
How oft repeat before the throne,
"Forever with the Lord."
The Lord of Life Is Risen
The Lord of life is risen,
Has left the darksome grave,
And, death by Him abolished,
He's mighty now to save;
And we with Him are risen,
The fruit of all His toil,
The firstfruits of His harvest,
His suffering's richest spoil.
The Lord of life is seated
At God's right hand on high,
God's just and righteous answer
To grace which stooped to die;
In Him we too are seated,
Oh blessed, wondrous grace!
Accepted and belovèd,
In Him, in sonship's place.
The Lord of life is coming
To perfect all His grace;
To take His blood-bought people
To fill their heavenly place;
Oh, with what joy ascending
We'll meet Him in the air,
To dwell with Him in glory
And His blest image bear.
The Saviour Is Coming
The Saviour is coming,
The moment is near;
The bright Star of morning
Will quickly appear.
Then will His beloved ones
With swiftness arise,
And meet their blest Saviour,
With joy, in the skies.
With Him, they together
To heaven will go,
Where rivers of pleasures
And peace ever flow;
They shine in the likeness
Of Him whom they love,
And dwell in the brightness
Of glory above.
Who now trust the Saviour,
The sent One of God,
Are cleansed and forgiven
Through His precious blood;
And when all in heaven
To praise Him shall throng,
Each one, who here loved Him,
Will join in the song.
There Is a Name We Love to Hear
There is a Name we love to hear,
We love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in our ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.
It tells us of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set us free;
It tells us of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.
Jesus! the Name we love so well,
The Name we love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.
This Name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads us up to God.
And there the whole triumphant throng,
Of blood-bought saints on high,
Shall sing the new, eternal song
With Jesus ever nigh.
When We Survey the Wondrous Cross
When we survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our God;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We'd sacrifice them to His blood.
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest powers
Demands our soul, our life, our all.
'Tis the Hope of His Coming
'Tis the hope of His coming
That gladdens my heart,
That drives away sadness
And bids care depart;
No dread of the morrow,
No sorrow I see,
For Jesus is coming—
He's coming for me.
And though clouds darken o'er me,
Though storms may assail,
With Jesus beside me,
I'll weather the gale;
The storm is without me,
No trouble within,
For Jesus, my Saviour,
Has cleansed me from sin.
Yes, He's coming, He's coming,
I never may die;
'Tis Jesus, my Saviour,
Whose coming is nigh.
I rest on His promise,
I trust His sure word;
Then quickly, come quickly,
O Jesus, my Lord.
When We Walk With the Lord
When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His sweet will,
How our hearts He can fill
With His love as we trust and obey.
Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away:
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear
Can abide while we trust and obey.
But we never can prove
The delights of His love
When in paths of self-pleasing we stray;
For the favor He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for those who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet
Let us sit at His feet,
Or walk by His side in the way;
What He says may we do,
Where He sends may we go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.
How Blest a Home — the Father's House
How blest a home—the Father's house,
There love divine doth rest;
What else could satisfy the hearts
Of those in Jesus blest?
His home made ours—His Father's love
Our heart's full portion given,
The portion of the firstborn Son,
The full delight of heaven.
Oh, what a home! The Son who knows,
He only—all His love;
And brings us as His well-beloved
To that bright rest above,
Dwells in His bosom—knoweth all
That in that bosom lies,
And came to earth to make it known,
That we might share His joys.
Oh, what a home! There fullest love
Flows through its courts of light;
The Son's divine affections flow
Throughout its depth and height.
And full response the Father gives,
To fill with joy the heart—
No cloud is there to dim the scene
Or shadow to impart.
Oh, what a home! But such His love
That He must bring us there,
To fill that home, to be with Him,
And all His glory share.
The Father's house, the Father's heart,
All that the Son is given
Made ours—the objects of His love
And He, our joy in heaven.
Shine Forth, O Lord, Thou Bright and Morning Star
Shine forth, O Lord, Thou bright and morning Star!
Come, quickly come! Thy people waiting are,
Shout, shout the word that bids Thy dead arise,
And calls Thy saints to meet Thee in the skies.
Amen, come, Lord Jesus!
Claim Thy people for Thine own!
Crown Thy church in glory,
Seated in Thy throne!
Shine forth, O Lord, come soon for Thy redeemed,
For those on whom Thy tender love has beamed;
Thy pilgrim saints oft weary in the way
Cry out for Thee—Star of the coming day!
Shine forth, O Lord, and claim Thy blood-bought bride,
Put forth Thy power and raise her to Thy side,
We wait the hour when our glad shout shall be
That death is swallowed up in victory.
Shine forth, O Lord, and bring to pass the day
When every clime shall own Thy rightful sway,
When all mankind before Thy throne shall fall,
And heaven and earth shall crown Thee Lord of all.
A Little Talk With Jesus
A little talk with Jesus—
How it smooths the rugged road,
How it seems to help me onward,
When I faint beneath my load:
When my heart is crushed with sorrow,
And my eyes with tears are dim,
There is naught can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.
I tell Him I am weary,
And I fain would be at rest,
And I'm daily, hourly longing
For a home upon His breast;
And He answers me so sweetly,
In tones of tenderest love,
"I am coming soon to take thee
To My happy home above."
I know the way is dreary
To yonder far off clime,
But a little talk with Jesus
Will while away the time:
And yet the more I know Him,
And all His grace explore,
It only sets me longing
To know Him more and more.
I cannot live without Him,
Nor would I if I could;
He is my daily portion,
My medicine and my food:
He's altogether lovely,
None can with Him compare—
The chief among ten thousand,
The fairest of the fair.
So I'll wait a little longer,
Till His appointed time,
And glory in the knowledge
That such a hope is mine;
Then in my Father's dwelling
Where many mansions be,
I'll sweetly talk with Jesus,
And He shall talk with me.
Asleep in Jesus, Blessed Sleep
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where powerless is the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus; oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost its venomed sting!
Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest!
Whence waking we're supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.
'Tis Sweet to Think of Those at Rest
'Tis sweet to think of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord,
Whose spirits now with Him are blest,
According to His Word.
They once were pilgrims here with us;
In Jesus now they sleep;
And we for them, while resting thus,
As hopeless cannot weep.
How bright the resurrection morn
On all the saints will break!
The Lord Himself will then return,
His ransomed church to take.
Our Lord Himself we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed;
With Him forever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head.
We cannot linger o'er the tomb;
The resurrection day
To faith shines bright beyond its gloom,
Christ's glory to display.
"But for a Moment" — this Valley of Sorrows
"But for a moment"—this valley of sorrows,
Darkened with shadows and heavy with sighs;
Bright dawns the morrow, the glorious morrow!
Faint not! the Lord shall call us to arise!
"But for a moment"—only a moment!
Light our affliction—'twill soon pass away.
"But for a moment"—only a moment!
Then comes the glory, forever and aye!
"Far more exceeding" the heavenly glory—
Sufferings here with it cannot compare.
Glory eternal the guerdon for anguish,
Radiant crowns, for the thorns, over there.
Temporal things like a vapor shall vanish;
Higher than earth lies the land of our choice:
Upward we press to the home there eternal;
Jesus, the Lord, we behold and rejoice!
We'll Sing of the Shepherd That Died
We'll sing of the Shepherd that died,
That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried,
But firmly endured as a rock.
When blood from a victim must flow,
This Shepherd, by pity, was led
To stand between us and the foe,
And willingly died in our stead.
Our song then forever shall be
Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject so glorious as He,
No theme so affecting to us.
Of Him and His love will we sing,
His praises our tongues shall employ,
Till heavenly anthems we bring
In yonder bright regions of joy.
Bright in the Glory
Bright in the glory,
Where my Lord has gone before;
Safe in the glory
To go out no more.
I shall soon have entered,
In His likeness satisfied,
All my thoughts concentered
In the Glorified.
Jesus, Lord Jesus, Thou art all in all to me;
Jesus, Lord Jesus, I would live to Thee.
There in the glory,
I shall see my Lord who died;
Throned in the glory,
Lives the Crucified.
Lightly weighs life's burden,
As I gladly journey on,
Precious is my guerdon,
Christ the risen One.
Jesus, Lord Jesus, praise and glory be to Thee,
Jesus, Lord Jesus, all my joy's in Thee.
Soon in the glory,
We shall gather every one;
Loud in the glory,
Raise the joyful song.
Unto Him who loves us,
Never ceasing praise be given,
Sing we hallelujah,
To the Lord of heaven.
Jesus, Lord Jesus, soon forevermore with Thee,
Jesus, Lord Jesus, we Thy face shall see.
On Calvary's Brow My Saviour Died
On Calvary's brow my Saviour died,
'Twas there my Lord was crucified;
'Twas on the cross He bled for me,
And purchased there my pardon free.
Oh Calvary! dark Calvary!
Where Jesus shed His blood for me;
Oh Calvary! blest Calvary!
'Twas there my Saviour died for me.
Mid rending rocks and darkening skies,
My Saviour bows His head and dies;
The opened veil reveals the way
To heaven's joys and endless day.
O Jesus, Lord, how can it be
That Thou shouldst give Thy life for me;
To bear the cross and agony,
In that dread hour on Calvary?
Christian, Walk Carefully: Danger Is Near
Christian, walk carefully: danger is near;
On in thy journey with trembling and fear.
Snares from without and temptations within,
Seek to entice thee once more into sin.
Christian, walk carefully,
Christian, walk carefully,
Christian, walk carefully: danger is near!
Christian, walk cheerfully through the fierce storm,
Dark though the sky with its threat of alarm;
Soon will the clouds and the tempest be o'er,
Then with thy Saviour thou'lt rest evermore.
Christian, walk cheerfully,
Christian, walk cheerfully,
Christian, walk cheerfully through the fierce storm.
Christian, walk prayerfully; oft wilt thou fall
If thou forget on thy Saviour to call;
Safe thou shalt walk through each trial and care,
If thou art clad in the armor of prayer.
Christian, walk prayerfully,
Christian, walk prayerfully,
Christian, walk prayerfully, fear lest thou fall.
Christian, walk hopefully; sorrow and pain
Cease when the haven of rest thou shalt gain;
Then from the lips of the Judge thy reward—
"Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."
Christian, walk hopefully,
Christian, walk hopefully,
Christian, walk hopefully; rest thou shalt gain.
It May Be at Morn, When the Day Is Awaking
It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking,
That Jesus will come in the fullness of glory,
To receive from the world "His own."
O Lord Jesus, how long? How long
Ere we shout the glad song?
Christ returneth;
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Amen, hallelujah! Amen.
It may be at midday; it may be at twilight;
It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,
When Jesus receives "His own."
Oh joy! oh delight! should we go without dying,
No sickness, no sadness, no dread and no crying,
Caught up through the clouds with our Lord into glory,
When Jesus receives "His own."
Thou My Everlasting Portion
Thou my everlasting portion,
More than friend or life to me,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, Thou wilt walk with me.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, Thou wilt walk with me.
Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
Not for fame my prayer shall be;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Keep me walking, Lord, with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Keep me walking, Lord, with Thee.
Lead me through the vale of shadows,
Bear me o'er life's fitful sea:
Then the gate of life eternal,
I shall enter, Lord, with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Then the gate of life eternal,
I shall enter, Lord, with Thee.
"Forever With the Lord
"Forever with the Lord!"
Amen! so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,
'Tis immortality!
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him we roam,
Yet nightly pitch our moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
Nearer home, nearer home,
A day's march nearer home.
Our Father's home on high,
Home to our souls how dear!
E'en now, to faith's transpiercing eye
Thy golden gates appear.
Our thirsty spirits faint
To reach the home we love,
The bright inheritance of saints—
Jerusalem above.
And though there intervene
Rough seas and stormy skies,
Though by no mortal vision seen,
Thy glory fills our eyes.
There shall all clouds depart,
The wilderness shall cease,
And sweetly shall each gladdened heart
Enjoy eternal peace.
Happy They Who Trust in Jesus
Happy they who trust in Jesus;
Sweet their portion is and sure;
When the foe on others seizes,
He will keep His own secure.
Happy people; happy people;
Happy, though despised and poor.
Since His love and mercy found us,
We are precious in His sight;
Thousands now may fall around us,
Thousands more be put to flight;
But His presence, but His presence,
Keeps us safe by day and night.
Lo! our Saviour never slumbers,
Ever watchful is His care;
Though we cannot boast of numbers,
In His strength secure we are.
Sweet their portion, sweet their portion,
Who our Saviour's kindness share.
As the bird, beneath her feathers,
Guards the objects of her care,
So the Lord His children gathers,
Spreads His wings and hides them there.
Thus protected, thus protected,
All their foes they boldly dare.
How Good Is the God We Adore
How good is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;
Whose love is as great as His power,
And knows neither measure nor end!
'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise Him for all that is past,
And trust Him for all that's to come.
Oh Bright and Blessed Scenes
Oh bright and blessed scenes,
Where sin can never come,
Whose sight our longing spirit weans
From earth where yet we roam!
And can we call our home
Our Father's house on high,
The rest of God our rest to come,
Our place of liberty?
Yes! In that light unstained,
Our stainless souls shall live,
Our hearts' deep longings more than gained,
When God His rest shall give.
His presence there, my soul,
Its rest, its joy untold,
Shall find when endless ages roll,
And time shall ne'er grow old.
Our God the center is,
His presence fills that land,
And countless myriads owned as His,
Round Him adoring stand.
Our God whom we have known,
Well-known in Jesus' love,
Rests in the blessing of His own,
Before Himself above.
Glory supreme is there,
Glory that shines through all,
More precious still that love to share
As those that love did call.
Like Jesus in that place
Of light and love supreme;
Once Man of sorrows full of grace,
Heaven's blest and endless theme.
Like Him! Oh grace supreme!
Like Him before Thy face,
Like Him to know that glory beam
Unhindered face to face!
Oh love supreme and bright,
Good to the feeblest heart,
That gives us now, as heavenly light,
What soon shall be our part.
He Is Coming, Coming for Us
He is coming, coming for us;
Soon we'll see His light afar,
On the dark horizon rising,
As the bright and morning Star,
Cheering many a waking watcher,
As the star whose kindly ray
Heralds the approaching morning
Just before the break of day.
Oh, what joy, as night hangs round us,
'Tis to think of morning's ray!
Sweet to know He's coming for us,
Just before the break of day.
He is coming, coming for us;
Soon we'll hear His voice on high;
Dead and living, rising, changing,
In the twinkling of an eye
Shall be caught up all together,
For the meeting in the air;
With a shout the Lord descending,
Shall Himself await us there.
Oh, what joy that great foregathering,
Trysted meeting in the air!
Sweet to know He's coming for us,
Calling us to join Him there.
He is coming as the Bridegroom,
Coming to unfold at last
The great secret of His purpose,
Mystery of ages past.
And the bride, to her is granted,
In His beauty then to shine,
As in rapture she exclaimeth,
"I am His, and He is mine!"
Oh, what joy that marriage union,
Mystery of love divine!
Sweet to sing in all its fullness,
"I am His, and He is mine."
His Be the Victor's Name
His be the victor's name
Who fought the fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honor claim,
His conquest was their own.
By weakness and defeat
He won the meed and crown,
Trod all our foes beneath His feet
By being trodden down.
Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory;
Who lived, who died, who lives again—
For thee, His church, for thee!
I Am Not Told to Labor
I am not told to labor,
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak and helpless,
I never could begin;
But, blessed truth, I know it,
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ has my soul redeemèd—
Yes, Christ has done it all!
I have not now to seek Him,
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He oped my ears, and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me—
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say or do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless, and still feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward—
Yes, Christ must do it all!
And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
Forever, ever free;
I'll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol—
"Thou hast Thyself redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all!"
I Am Thine, O Lord; I Have Heard Thy Voice
I am Thine, O Lord; I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, wounded side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
Oh, the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend.
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach,
Till I rest in peace with Thee.
I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give
The living water—thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's light:
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till traveling days be done.
I See the Crowd in Pilate's Hall
I see the crowd in Pilate's hall;
Their furious cries I hear;
Their shouts of "Crucify!" appall,
Their curses fill my ear.
And of that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one,
And in that din of voices rude
I recognize my own.
I see the scourgers rend the flesh
Of God's belovèd Son;
And as they smite I feel afresh
That I of them am one.
Around the cross the throng I see
That mock the Sufferer's groan,
Yet still my voice it seems to be,
As if I mocked alone.
'Twas my sins shed the sacred blood,
That nailed Him to the tree;
I crucified the Christ of God,
I joined the mockery.
Yet not the less that blood avails
To cleanse me from my sins,
And not the less that cross prevails
To give me peace within.
He Is Coming! Who Is Coming
He is coming! Who is coming?
Is it One whom I shall fear?
No! The blessed Saviour, Jesus—
He who suffered for me here;
He is coming! He is coming!
In the clouds He will appear.
Oh, how happy! Those who love Him,
All His beauty then shall see;
And the glorious sight will make them
Bright and beautiful as He;
In a moment, in a moment,
Like their Saviour they will be.
He will take them up to heaven,
From this world and sin apart,
There His Father will receive them
To His home and to His heart;
In His glory, in His glory,
Nevermore from Him to part.
Happy people who are waiting
For that bright and joyful day,
Knowing Jesus as their Saviour,
They can watch for Him and say,
"Come, Lord Jesus! Come, Lord Jesus!
Take Thy waiting saints away."
I Left It All With Jesus Long Ago
I left it all with Jesus long ago;
All my sins I brought Him, and my woe.
When by faith I saw Him on the tree,
Heard His small, still whisper, "'Tis for thee,"
From my heart the burden rolled away—happy day!
From my heart the burden rolled away—happy day!
I leave it all with Jesus, for He knows
How to steal the bitter from life's woes;
How to gild the teardrop with His smile,
Make the desert garden bloom awhile;
When my weakness leaneth on His might, all seems light;
When my weakness leaneth on His might, all seems light.
I leave it all with Jesus day by day;
Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may.
Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest
In the calm, sure haven of His breast;
Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side;
Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side.
Oh, leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul!
Tell not half thy story, but the whole;
Worlds on worlds are hanging on His hand,
Life and death are waiting His command;
Yet His tender bosom makes thee room—oh, come home!
Yet His tender bosom makes thee room—oh, come home!
I Once Was a Stranger to Grace and to God
I once was a stranger to grace and to God;
I knew not my danger, I felt not my load;
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree,
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" was nothing to me,
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" was nothing to me.
When free grace awoke me by light from on high,
Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die:
No refuge, no safety, in self could I see;
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" my Saviour must be,
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" my Saviour must be.
My terrors all vanished before the sweet name;
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came
To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free,
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" is all things to me,
"Jehovah Tsidkenu" is all things to me.
"Jehovah Tsidkenu!" my treasure and boast;
"Jehovah Tsidkenu!" I ne'er can be lost;
In Thee I shall conquer by flood and by field,
My cable, my anchor, my breastplate and shield,
My cable, my anchor, my breastplate and shield!
I Was a Wandering Sheep
I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled:
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.
Jesus my Shepherd is,
'Twas He that loved my soul;
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole:
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.
I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controlled,
But now I love my Saviour's voice,
I love, I love the fold.
I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home.
In Heavenly Love Abiding
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee.
Oh sleep, oh rest, how precious!
As, guarded by Thy care,
I'm waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.
The Lord Himself, e'en Jesus,
Amid the ransomed throng,
Its glory, joy and beauty,
Its never-ending song.
Oh day of wondrous promise,
The Bridegroom and the bride
Are seen in glory ever:
Forever satisfied!
It Passeth Knowledge, That Dear Love of Thine
It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, and everlasting strength,
Know more and more.
It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near
A love which can remove all guilty fear,
And love beget.
It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
My Jesus! Saviour! yet this heart of mine
Would sing a love so rich—so full—so free,
Which brought a rebel sinner, such as me,
Nigh unto God.
But though I cannot tell or sing or know
The fullness of Thy love while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring—
O Thou who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.
I am an empty vessel—scarce one thought
Or look of love to Thee I've ever brought;
Yet I may come, and come again to Thee
With this, the needy children's only plea—
"Thou lovest me!"
Oh, fill me, Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love;
Lead, lead me to the living fount above!
Thither may I in simple faith draw nigh
And never to another fountain fly,
But unto Thee.
And 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.
I've Found a Friend, Oh, Such a Friend
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!
All power to Him is given
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven.
Th' eternal glories gleam afar,
To nerve my faint endeavor:
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then to rest 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!
Jesus, That Name Is Love
Jesus, that name is love,
Jesus our Lord!
Jesus, all names above,
Jesus our 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 our 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 our 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 our Lord!
We shall be happy then,
Jesus our Lord!
When Thine own face we see,
Then shall we like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus our Lord!
Christ the Lord Will Come Again
Christ the Lord will come again,
None shall wait for Him in vain;
We shall then His glory see;
His who died to set us free.
Then, when the Archangel's voice
Calls the sleeping saints to rise,
Rising millions shall proclaim
Blessings on the Saviour's name.
"This is our redeeming God,"
Ransomed hosts will shout aloud:
"Praise, eternal praise, be given
To the Lord of earth and heaven!"
Now I Have Found a Friend
Now I have found a Friend,
Jesus is mine;
His love will never end,
Jesus is mine;
Though earthly joys decrease,
Though human friendships cease,
Now I have lasting peace,
Jesus is mine.
When earth shall pass away,
Jesus is mine;
In the great judgment day,
Jesus is mine;
Oh, what a glorious thing
When I behold the King,
On tuneful harp to sing,
Jesus is mine.
Farewell mortality!
Jesus is mine;
Welcome eternity!
Jesus is mine;
He my Redemption is,
Wisdom and Righteousness,
Life, Light and Holiness,
Jesus is mine.
Father, Thy name I bless,
Jesus is mine;
Thine was the sovereign grace,
Jesus is mine;
Spirit of holiness,
Sealing the Father's grace,
Thou mad'st my soul embrace,
Jesus is mine.
Saviour, Lead Me, Lest I Stray
Saviour, lead me, lest I stray,
Gently lead me all the way;
I am safe when by Thy side,
I would in Thy love abide.
Lead me, lead me,
Saviour, lead me, lest I stray;
Gently down the stream of time
Lead me, Saviour, all the way.
Thou, the refuge of my soul
When life's stormy billows roll,
I am safe when Thou art nigh,
All my hopes on Thee rely.
Saviour, lead me, then, at last,
When the storm of life is past,
To the land of endless day,
Where all tears are wiped away.
Lift up Your Heads, Eternal Gates
Lift up your heads, eternal gates,
A glowing dawn shines o'er ye!
At Salem's door the Sovereign waits—
He is the King of glory!
Who is the King of glory?
Who is the King of glory?
The great I AM, the Lord of hosts,
He is the King of glory.
The palms of yore their branches waved
When Judah's sons were singing:
"Hosanna! Zion shall be saved,"
Their gentle Monarch bringing.
But the sun's light at midday died,
And Judah's matrons, wailing,
Lamented loud the Crucified,
All trace of glory failing!
Those gloomy years have rolled away,
The years of Israel's mourning;
The rising sun with healing ray
Proclaims the King's returning.
Lift up your heads, eternal gates,
Transcendent dawn glows o'er ye!
At Salem's door Messiah waits;
He is the King of glory.
Who is the King of glory?
Who is the King of glory?
'Tis Jesus wearing many a crown,
He is the King of glory!
Lo, He Comes, From Heaven Descending
Lo, He comes, from heaven descending,
Once for favored sinners slain!
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Jesus comes, and comes to reign.
See the Saviour, long expected,
Now in solemn pomp appear:
And His saints, by man rejected,
All His heavenly glory share:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
See the Son of God appear.
Lo! the tokens of His passion,
Though in glory, still He bears;
Cause of endless exultation,
To His ransomed worshippers;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Christ, the Lamb of God, appears.
Israel's race shall now behold Him,
Full of grace and majesty;
Though they set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree;
Now in glory, now in glory,
Shall their great Messiah see.
'Tis Thy heavenly bride and Spirit,
Jesus, Lord, that bids Thee come,
All the glory to inherit,
And to take Thy people home.
All creation, all creation,
Travails, groans and bids Thee come.
Yea, amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thy exalted throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for Thine own;
Come, Lord Jesus! Come, Lord Jesus!
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come.
Lord, Thy Love Has Sought and Found Us
Lord, Thy love has sought and found us
Wandering in this desert wide,
Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,
For us suffered, bled and died:
Sing, my soul, He lovèd thee,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping,
From yon lonesome garden sweep?
'Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,
Whilst His followers sink in sleep.
Ah, my soul, He lovèd 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 lovèd 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 suffering 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.
Love Not the World: Its Smiles, Its Hopes
Love not the world: its smiles, its hopes
May lure thee on;
But cup of joy, and dream of bliss,
Will soon be gone.
Those dreams will fade, as mist in morn;
Those hopes will die;
And in that cup of seeming joy,
Deep sorrows lie.
Love not the world: it, with its lusts,
Must pass away;
Its pleasures sweet, its hopes so bright,
Must all decay.
Its glories, too, must have an end,
Must pale and die,
And all its empty bubbles burst;
They're Satan's lie.
But he who does the will of God,
For aye will live,
And drink the streams of heaven's delights,
Which Christ will give.
He'll weep no more on that blest shore;
No marvel this,
For joys well up, and fill his cup—
There's naught but bliss.
Dear fellow-pilgrim in the path,
Look up! Look on!
There waits above, a home of love,
Where Christ is gone.
And pleasures bright in courts of light
Will satisfy
A heart at rest, supremely blest,
With Jesus nigh.
Midst the Darkness, Storm and Sorrow
Midst the darkness, storm and sorrow
One bright gleam I see;
Well I know, the blessed morrow,
Christ will come for me.
Midst the light, and peace, and glory
Of the Father's home,
Christ for me is watching, waiting—
Waiting till I come.
There, amidst the songs of heaven,
Sweeter to His ear,
Is the footfall through the desert,
Ever drawing near.
There made ready are the mansions,
Glorious, bright and fair;
But the bride the Father gave Him
Still is wanting there.
He and I together entering
Those bright courts above;
He and I together sharing
All the Father's love.
Where no shade or stain can enter,
Or the gold be dim;
In that holiness unsullied,
I shall walk with Him.
Meet companion then for Jesus,
From Him, for Him made;
Glory of God's grace forever
There in me displayed.
He and I in that bright glory
One deep joy shall share:
Mine, to be forever with Him;
His, that I am there.
Mighty, Mighty Love of Jesus
Mighty, mighty love of Jesus!
Greater love was never known;
Love that stooped from heights of glory—
Love that left for me, a throne.
Precious, priceless love of Jesus!
All sufficient 'tis for me;
All my sins and all my sorrows
Fully met at Calvary.
Wondrous, wondrous love of Jesus!
Once for me He lived a child;
Lowly Son of lowly mother—
He, the Christ, the Undefiled!
Faithful, faithful love of Jesus!
Counting everything but loss,
Unto death for me submitting—
Even death upon the cross!
Conquering, conquering love of Jesus!
Victor o'er the sealèd grave!
Trampling down the hosts of darkness,
From their power my soul to save.
Tender, tender love of Jesus!
At the Father's side He stands,
Interceding for me always,
Holding up His piercèd hands!
Perfect, perfect love of Jesus!
In its fullness let me hide,
Till the King in all His beauty
Comes to claim His spotless bride.
The Love That Jesus Had for Me
The love that Jesus had for me,
To suffer on the cruel tree,
That I a ransomed soul might be,
Is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell;
His love is more than tongue can tell;
The love that Jesus had for me
Is more than tongue can tell!
The bitter sorrow that He bore,
And, oh, the crown of thorns He wore,
That I might live forevermore,
Is more than tongue can tell!
The peace I have in Him, my Lord,
Who pleads before the throne of God
The merit of His precious blood,
Is more than tongue can tell!
The joy that comes when He is near,
The rest He gives, so free from fear,
The hope in Him so bright and clear
Is more than tongue can tell!
My God, I Have Found
My God, I have found
The thrice-blessed ground,
Where life, and where joy, and true comfort abound.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Hallelujah! Amen!
Hallelujah! Thine the glory!
Amen and amen!
'Tis found in the blood
Of Him who once stood
My Refuge and Safety, my Surety with God.
He bore on the tree
The sentence for me,
And now both the Surety and debtor are free.
Accepted I am
In the once-offered Lamb;
'Twas God who Himself had devisèd the plan.
And though here below,
Mid sorrow and woe,
My place is in heaven with Jesus I know.
And this I shall find,
For such is His mind,
He'll not be in glory and leave me behind.
For soon He will come
And take me safe home,
And make me to sit with Himself on His throne.
My Heart Is Fixed, Eternal God
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 the Prophet, Priest and King,
Who did for me salvation bring;
And while I live 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-belovèd Son,
Co-partner of His royal throne,
Who did for human guilt atone,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
Let others boast of heaps of gold,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
His riches never can be told,
Christ for me, 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 shall obey,
And pass from this dark world away,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
At home, abroad, by night and day,
Christ for me, Christ for me;
Where'er I speak, or sing, or pray;
Christ for me, Christ for me.
Him first, Him last, Him all day long,
My hope, my solace and my song;
He sweetly leads my soul along,
Christ for me, Christ for me.
One Priest Alone Can Pardon Me
One Priest alone can pardon me,
Or bid me, "Go in peace,"
Can breathe that word, "Absolvo te,"
And make these heartthrobs cease;
My soul has heard His priestly voice;
It said, "I bore thy sins; rejoice!"
He showed the spear-mark in His side,
The nail-print on His palm;
Said, "Look on Me, the Crucified;
Why tremble thus? Be calm!
All power is Mine—I set thee free—
Be not afraid—Absolvo te."
By Him my soul is purified,
Once leprous and defiled;
Cleansed by the water and the blood,
God sees me as a child:
No priest can heal or cleanse but He;
No other say, "Absolvo te."
He robed me in a priestly dress,
That I might incense bring
Of prayer, and praise, and righteousness,
To heaven's eternal King;
And when He gave this robe to me,
He smiled and said, "Absolvo te."
In heaven He stands before the throne,
The great High Priest above,
"Melchisedec"—that One alone
Can sin's dark stain remove;
To Him I look on bended knee,
And hear that sweet "Absolvo te."
"A little while" and He shall come
Forth from the inner shrine,
To call His pardoned brethren home;
Oh bliss supreme, divine!
When every blood-bought child shall see
The Priest who said, "Absolvo te."
O Blessed, Precious Saviour
O blessed, precious Saviour,
How great Thy love to me!
Thou for me, the guilty sinner,
Hast died upon the tree,
Hast died upon the tree,
That I may dwell with Thee:
O my blessed Lord and Saviour,
Thou art all in all to me.
Thy beauty, O my Saviour,
Is far beyond compare;
Thou art chiefest of ten thousand,
Than sons of men more fair,
Than sons of men more fair;
Thy beauty now I see:
O my blessed Lord and Saviour,
Thou art all in all to me.
Soon Thou wilt come, my Saviour,
And take me where Thou art,
To gaze upon Thy glory,
And never from Thee part,
And never from Thee part,
Thine, ever Thine to be:
O my blessed Lord and Saviour,
Thou art all in all to me.
Oh, for the Robe of Whiteness
Oh, for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light!
Oh, for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night!
We would a name of favor,
Graved on the stone of white;
We'd taste that manna's flavor,
Reserved for heaven's delight.
'Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
The Saviour face to face—
The peaceful joy of being
Forever in that place!
Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love's bright story,
When we Thy glory see.
E'en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
On Thee who cam'st to die.
At God's right hand in glory
Thou sitt'st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat.
Then o'er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch its arm;
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm.
O Gracious Saviour, Thou Hast Given
O gracious Saviour, Thou hast given
My trembling soul to know
That, trusting in Thy precious blood,
I'm washed as white as snow.
I'm washed as white as snow,
I'm washed as white as snow,
That, trusting in Thy precious blood,
I'm washed as white as snow.
Since Thou hast borne sin's heavy load,
My guilty fear is o'er.
Made Thine, by virtue of Thy blood,
I'm sealed forevermore.
I'm sealed forevermore,
I'm sealed forevermore,
Made Thine, by virtue of Thy blood,
I'm sealed forevermore.
What wait I for, most blessed Lord,
Except Thy face to see?
If such the earnest Thou hast given,
What must Thy presence be?
What must Thy presence be?
What must Thy presence be?
If such the earnest Thou hast given,
What must Thy presence be?
To hear Thy voice, to see Thy face,
And grieve Thy heart no more;
But drink the fullness of Thy grace,
Thy love forevermore.
Thy love forevermore,
Thy love forevermore,
But drink the fullness of Thy grace,
Thy love forevermore.
Oh Happy Day That Fixed My Choice
Oh happy day that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Happy day! Happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day;
Happy day! Happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.
'Tis done, the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Glad to confess the One divine.
Now rest, my long-divided heart,
Fixed on that blessed center, rest:
Nor ever from thy Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.
One There Is Above All Others
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!
Joy and peace it is 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 loved ones safely brought us,
Oh, how He loves!
We have found a friend in Jesus,
Oh, how He loves!
'Tis His great delight to bless us,
Oh, how He loves!
How our hearts delight to hear Him
Bid us dwell in safety near Him!
Why should we distrust or fear Him?
Oh, how He loves!
Through His name we are forgiven,
Oh, how He loves!
Backward shall our foes be driven,
Oh, how He loves!
Best of blessings He'll provide us,
Naught but good shall e'er betide us,
Safe to glory He will guide us,
Oh, how He loves!
O Lord! We Would Delight in Thee
O Lord! we would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
Our safe, unfailing Friend.
When human cisterns all are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
May we with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.
Why should we thirst for aught below,
While there's a fountain near;
A fountain which doth ever flow,
The fainting heart to cheer?
No good in creatures can be found,
All, all is found in Thee;
We must have all things and abound,
Through Thy sufficiency.
Thou that hast made our heaven secure,
Wilt here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can we be poor?
Christ, who for us has died!
O Lord! we cast each care on Thee,
And triumph and adore;
Oh, that our great concern may be
To love and praise Thee more.
O Lord, How Does Thy Mercy Throw
O Lord, how does Thy mercy throw
Its guardian shadow o'er us,
Preserving while we're here below,
Safe to the rest before us!
As weaker than a bruisèd reed,
We cannot do without Thee;
We want Thee here each hour of need,
Shall want Thee, too, in glory.
And though our efforts now to praise
Are often cold and lowly,
A nobler, sweeter song we'll raise,
With all Thy saints, in glory.
We'll lay our trophies at Thy feet,
We'll worship and adore Thee,
Whose precious blood has made us meet
To dwell with Thee in glory.
A Mind at "Perfect Peace" With God
A mind at "perfect peace" with God,
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood;
This, this indeed is peace!
By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now, by grace, brought nigh to Him,
Through faith in Jesus' blood.
So nigh, so very nigh to God,
I cannot nearer be;
For in the Person of His Son,
I am as near as He.
So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves His Son,
Such is His love to me.
Why should I ever careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o'er me night and day
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."
Oh! Why Did Jesus Leave His Home
Oh! why did Jesus leave His home
Above the bright blue sky,
And all the joy and transports there,
To come to earth to die?
'Twas love, pure love, which brought Him from
Above the bright blue sky;
'Twas love, pure love, which made Him come
To suffer, bleed and die.
And now He's gone, and lives again
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who taste His saving grace
Shall live with Him on high.
Oh, blessed home of endless rest,
The home of peace and joy!
How sweet will be the song of praise
Above the bright blue sky.
Not All the Blood of Beasts
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away its stain.
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Took all our guilt away,
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Our souls look back to see
The burden Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the accursèd tree,
For all our guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.
Not to Ourselves We Owe
Not to ourselves we owe
That we, O God, are Thine;
Jesus, the Lord, our night broke through
And gave us light divine.
The Father's grace and love
This blessed mercy gave,
And Jesus left the throne above
His wandering sheep to save.
No more the heirs of wrath—
Thy sovereign love we see;
And, Father, in confiding faith,
We cast our souls on Thee.
Our hearts look up to see
The glory Thou hast given,
And dwell e'en now where we shall be
With Christ, Thine heirs, in heaven.
With the adopted band,
Soon shall we see Thee there:
With them and Him in glory stand,
And all His honors share.
Someday I'll Quit This Vale of Tears
Someday I'll quit this vale of tears,
And I no more as now shall sigh;
I'll bid farewell to all my fears,
And with my Saviour rest on high.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story—saved by grace;
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story—saved by grace.
Someday my coming Lord will call,
I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,
But this I know, my "All in all"
Has now a place in heaven for me.
Someday I'll meet Him in the air,
It may be morn, or noon, or night;
And this I know, His voice I'll hear,
And gaze upon His glory bright.
Someday, I know 'twill not be long;
He says, "Behold, I quickly come";
Soon, soon I'll join in heaven's song,
And dwell with Him in His bright home.
Our Times Are in Thy Hand
Our times are in Thy hand;
Father, we wish them there,
Our life, our soul, our all we leave
Entirely to Thy care.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
Our times are in Thy hand:
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the Crucified!
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the Advocate!
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain
For us to supplicate.
Our times are in Thy hand;
We'd always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
Many Sons to Glory Bringing
Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march, in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"
God, who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There's no change in Him above.
Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood,
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.
In the refuge God provided,
Though the world's destruction lowers,
We are safe—to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.
And, ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This—the never-tiring story—
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"
Rock of Ages! Cleft for Sin
Rock of Ages! cleft for sin,
Grace hath hid us safe within!
Where the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Are of sin the double cure,
Cleansing from its guilt and power.
Not the labor of our hands
Could fulfill the law's demands;
Could our zeal no respite know,
Could our tears forever flow,
Naught for sin could e'er atone—
But Thy blood, and Thine alone!
Found by Thee before we sought,
Unto Thee in mercy brought,
We have Thee for righteousness—
From Thy fullness, grace on grace;
Thou hast washed us in Thy blood,
Made us live, and live to God.
Precious Word of Deepest Meaning
Precious word of deepest meaning,
Softly falling on mine ear;
Fraught with joy, and comfort giving,
Banishing all dread and fear.
"Trust," yes, "trust," 'tis sweetly sounding,
Voice of Him who came to die,
"Trust in Me and rest, thus finding
Cloudless joy with Me on high,
Cloudless joy with Me on high."
Lost and ruined, vile and wayward,
Deepening gloom o'erhung my path;
Sins recounting, death I fearèd,
Loomed before me endless wrath.
Now His voice, so sweet and tender,
Gently whispers to my soul,
"Trust, oh, trust in Me, the Saviour,
I am He who makes thee whole,
I am He who makes thee whole."
Can I doubt, Lord, when I view Thee
In Thine hours of deepest woe;
Waves and billows rolling o'er Thee,
Sorrow Thine none else could know?
Doubt Thee, Jesus, willing victim
In my stead on Calvary's tree!
Oh, what love, Lord, all transcending,
Led Thee there to die for me,
Led Thee there to die for me.
"Trust," O Saviour, Lord, I trust Thee,
Is the answering word of faith
Of my soul—till now so weary—
To Thy matchless, perfect grace;
And thus trusting, simply trusting,
Joy and peace my heart possess;
Waiting now for Thine own coming,
Then to shine in endless bliss,
Then to shine in endless bliss.
Lord Jesus, Are We One With Thee
Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
Oh height, oh depth, of love!
And crucified and dead with Thee,
Now one in heaven above.
Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our guilt Thine own.
Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.
Ascended now, in glory bright,
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.
And soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.
Satisfied With Thee, Lord Jesus
Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I am blest;
Peace which passeth understanding,
On Thy breast;
No more doubting,
No more trembling,
No more trembling,
Oh, what rest!
Occupied with me, Lord Jesus,
In Thy grace;
All Thy ways and thoughts about me,
Only trace
Deeper stories
Of the glories,
Of the glories
Of Thy grace.
Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I would be;
Finding joy and satisfaction
All in Thee;
Thou the nearest
And the dearest,
And the dearest
Unto me.
Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,
In the air;
When Thy saints shall rise, with joy, to
Meet Thee there.
Oh, what gladness!
No more sadness,
No more sadness,
Sin nor care.
Longing for the bride, Lord Jesus,
Of Thy heart;
To be with Thee in the glory,
Where Thou art.
Love so groundless,
Grace so boundless,
Grace so boundless
Wins my heart.
When Thy blood-bought church, Lord Jesus,
Is complete;
When each soul is safely landed
At Thy feet;
What a story
In the glory,
In the glory
She'll repeat.
Oh, to praise Thee there, Lord Jesus,
Evermore!
Oh, to grieve and wander from Thee
Nevermore!
Earth's sad story
Closed in glory,
Closed in glory
On yon shore.
Then Thy church will be, Lord Jesus,
The display
Of God's richest grace and kindness
In that day;
Marking pages,
Wondrous stages,
Wondrous stages,
O'er earth's way.
The Glory Shines Before Me
The glory shines before me!
I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken o'er me,
My Father's house is near.
If through this barren wilderness
A little while I roam,
The glory shines before me,
I am not far from home!
Beyond the storms I'm going,
Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the floods o'erflowing,
Beyond the changing years.
I'm going to the better land,
By faith long since possessed,
The glory shines before me,
For this is not my rest.
The Lamb is there the glory!
The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calleth me,
My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me!
The prize will soon be won!
The glory shines before me!
I know that all is well!
My Father's care is o'er me,
His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constraineth me,
His blood hath washed me white,
Where Jesus is in glory—
'Tis home, and love, and light!
The Perfect Righteousness of God
The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Saviour's blood;
'Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, yet wondrous grace.
God could not pass the sinner by,
His sin demands that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save, yet righteous be.
The sin is laid on Jesus' head,
'Tis in His blood sin's debt is paid;
God's justice can demand no more,
And mercy can dispense her store.
The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, "The Saviour died for me";
Can point to the atoning blood,
And say, "This made my peace with God."
How wondrous the redemption plan,
Designed by God for ruined man!
His blessed Son in death laid low,
That He might endless life bestow.
We Joy in Our God, and We Sing of That Love
We joy in our God, and we sing of that love,
So sovereign and free, which did His heart move;
When lost our condition, all ruined, undone,
He saw with compassion, and spared not His Son.
His Son, His delight, His loved One, He gave,
The curse to endure—by suffering to save;
Sure love so amazing, unmeasured, untold,
Since Him it hath given, no good will withhold.
We praise, then, our God; how rich is His grace!
We were far from Him once, estranged from His face.
By blood we are purchased, are cleansed and made nigh,
And blest in His presence, in Jesus, on high.
We'll Praise Thee, Glorious Lord
We'll praise Thee, glorious Lord,
Who died to set us free,
No earthly songs can joy afford
Like heavenly melody.
Love, that no suffering stayed,
We'll praise, true love divine;
Love that for us atonement made,
Love that has made us Thine.
Love in Thy lonely life
Of sorrow here below;
Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,
Make grateful praises flow.
Love, that on death's dark vale
Its sweetest odors spread,
Where sin o'er all seemed to prevail
Redemption's glory shed.
And now we see Thee risen,
Who once for us hast died,
Seated above the highest heaven:
The Father's glorified.
Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own,
In glory love displayed.
Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art?
There Is a Better World Above
There is a better world above,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!
Where all is peace, and joy, and love,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!
And all are free from every care,
And angels of the Lord are there,
And harps of God, and mansions fair,
Oh, so bright! oh, so bright!
No clouds e'er pass along its sky,
Happy land! happy land!
No teardrops glisten in the eye,
Happy land! happy land!
They drink the gushing streams of grace,
And gaze upon the Saviour's face,
Whose brightness fills the holy place,
Happy land! happy land!
But though we're sinners every one,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
And though forlorn, condemned, undone,
Jesus died, Jesus died;
All may be cleansed from every stain,
All may be crowned with bliss again,
And in that land of pleasure reign,
Jesus died, Jesus died.
There Is a Stream of Precious Blood
There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus' veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains,
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Saviour in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.
Our sins are washed away,
Our sins are washed away,
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.
Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
Be saved to sin no more,
Be saved to sin no more,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, we saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for sin,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.
Our joy and peace has been,
Our joy and peace has been,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.
Soon in a nobler, sweeter song,
We'll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stammering tongue,
But conquerors o'er the grave.
But conquerors o'er the grave,
But conquerors o'er the grave,
No more with lisping, stammering tongue,
But conquerors o'er the grave.
This World Is a Wilderness Wide
This world is a wilderness wide!
We have nothing to seek or to choose;
We've no thought in the waste to abide;
We have naught to regret, nor to lose.
The Lord is Himself gone before;
He has marked out the path that we tread;
It's as sure as the love we adore,
We have nothing to fear, nor to dread.
There is but that one in the waste,
Which His footsteps have marked as His own,
And we follow in diligent haste
To the seats where He's put on His crown.
For the path where our Saviour is gone
Has led up to His Father and God,
To the place where He's now on the throne,
And His strength shall be ours on the road.
And with Him shall our rest be on high,
When in holiness bright we sit down,
In the joy of His love ever nigh,
In the peace that His presence shall crown.
'Tis the treasure we've found in His love
That has made us now pilgrims below,
And 'tis there, when we reach Him above,
As we're known, all His fullness we'll know.
And, Saviour, 'tis Thee from on high
We await till the time Thou shalt come,
To take those Thou hast led by Thine eye
To Thyself in Thy heavenly home.
Till then 'tis the path Thou hast trod,
Our delight and our comfort shall be;
We're content with Thy staff and Thy rod,
Till with Thee all Thy glory we see.
And Is It So — I Shall Be Like Thy Son
And is it so—I shall be like Thy Son?
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory (thought beyond all thought!)—
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought!
O Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,
Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.
Yet it must be: Thy love had not its rest
Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest.
That love that gives not as the world, but shares
All it possesses with its loved coheirs.
Nor I alone; Thy loved ones all, complete
In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet,
All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored.
The Sands of Time Are Sinking
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for—
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Oh Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love;
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above.
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Oh, I am my Belovèd's,
And my Belovèd's mine,
He brings a poor, vile sinner
Into His "house of wine."
I stand upon His merit,
I know no safer stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze on glory,
But on my King of grace.
Not on the crown He giveth,
But on His piercèd hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.
Thou Art Coming, Loving Saviour
Thou art coming, loving Saviour,
Coming first to claim Thine own;
Thou art coming, faithful Saviour,
Thou couldst not abide alone.
In Thy Father's house in glory,
Sinners saved shall dwell with Thee;
Oh, the sweetness of the story,
Love's own record we shall be.
Once Thy coming, holy Saviour,
Expiation made for sin;
Wondrous coming, lowly Saviour,
Wondrous Child in Bethlehem.
Thine the wisdom, in the manger,
Thine the power, upon the cross,
Thine the glory as the Stranger!
Riches, though in utter loss.
Thou art coming, gracious Saviour,
Ah, to see Thy face we long;
Thou art coming, blessed, Saviour,
Righting all creation's wrong.
Nation rises against nation,
Trouble spreads from shore to shore.
Thou art God's supreme salvation,
Come, and chaos shall be o'er.
Thou art coming, mighty Saviour,
"King of kings," Thy written name;
Thou art coming, royal Saviour!
Coming for Thy promised reign.
Oh, the joy, when sin's confusion
Ends beneath Thy righteous sway;
Oh, the peace, when all delusion
At Thy presence dies away.
Thou art coming, crownèd Saviour,
Not "the second time" for sin;
Thou art coming, thronèd Saviour,
Bringing all the glory in.
All Thy Father's house, its glory,
Hangs, by sure behest, on Thee!
Oh, the sweetness of the story,
Saviour, come, we wait for Thee.
Up Yonder, in a Heavenly Mansion
Up yonder, in a heavenly mansion,
Far, far away,
There's where I seek my heavenly portion,
There's where I long to stay.
This world is all a weary desert;
Stranger I roam;
I'm waiting for the blessed moment
I'll see my Saviour at home.
All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam:
O Saviour, how my heart grows weary,
Waiting to see Thee at home.
O Saviour, when shall end earth's story?
When wilt Thou come?
When shall I see Thy heavenly glory?
When dwell with Thee at home?
"A little while" will bring salvation,
No more I'll roam;
Soon I shall see my heavenly mansion,
My own eternal home.
There with my blessed Lord and Saviour,
In bliss untold,
Filling my happy heart with rapture,
He will His love unfold.
My wanderings then shall all be over,
Happy I'll be;
Oh, quickly come and take me, Saviour,
Ever to be with Thee.
Love Divine, All Praise Excelling
Love divine, all praise excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down,
Bless us with Thy rich indwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Saviour, Thee we'd still be blessing,
Serve Thee here, as soon above;
Praise Thee, Saviour, without ceasing,
Glory in Thy dying love.
Firstfruits of Thy new creation—
Faithful, holy, may we be,
Joyful in Thy full salvation,
More and more conformed to Thee.
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Then to worship and adore Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise!
We Are by Christ Redeemed
We are by Christ redeemed;
The cost—His precious blood;
Be nothing by our souls esteemed
Like this great good.
Were the vast world our own
With all its varied store,
And Thou, Lord Jesus, wert unknown,
We still were poor.
Our earthen vessels break;
The world itself grows old;
But Christ our precious dust will take
And freshly mold.
He'll give these bodies vile
A fashion like His own;
He'll bid the whole creation smile,
And hush its groan.
Thus far by grace preserved,
Each moment speeds us on;
The crown and kingdom are reserved
Where Christ is gone.
When cloudless morning shines,
We shall His glory share;
In pleasant places are the lines;
The home how fair!
To Him our weakness clings
Through tribulation sore,
And seeks the covert of His wings
Till all be o'er.
And when we've run the race,
And fought the faithful fight,
We then shall see Him face to face,
With saints in light.
We Sing of the Realms of the Blest
We sing of the realms of the blest,
The home Jesus went to prepare
For all who His name now confess:
But what must it be to be there!
We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation and care;
From trials without and within:
But what must it be to be there!
We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear;
The songs of the blessed above:
But what must it be to be there!
We speak of its pathway of gold,
Its walls decked with jewels so rare;
Its wonders and pleasures untold:
But what must it be to be there!
We Speak of the Mercy of God
We speak of the mercy of God,
So boundless, so rich, and so free!
But what will it profit thy soul,
Unless 'tis relied on by thee?
We speak of salvation and love,
By the Father in Jesus made known;
But if thou would'st live unto God,
By faith thou must make it thine own.
We speak of the Saviour's blest name,
By which God can sinners receive;
Yet still art thou lost and undone,
Unless in that name thou'lt believe.
We speak of the blood of the Lamb,
Which frees from pollution and sin;
But its virtues by thee must be proved,
Or thou wilt be ever unclean.
We speak of the glory to come,
Of the heaven so bright and so fair;
But unless thou in Jesus believe,
Thou shalt not, thou canst not be there.
We Hear the Words of Love
We hear the words of love,
We gaze upon the blood,
We see the mighty sacrifice,
And we have peace with God.
'Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah's name;
'Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
Forevermore the same.
Our love is ofttimes low,
Our joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same:
No change Jehovah knows.
We change—He changes not;
Our Christ can never die:
His love, not ours, the resting-place,
We on His truth rely.
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 our peace,
The grave of all our woes;
We know the Son of God has come,
We know He died and rose.
We know He liveth now
At God's right hand above;
We know the throne on which He sits,
We know His truth and love!
I'm Waiting for Thee, Lord
I'm waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I'm waiting for Thee—for Thy coming again.
Thou art gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share, at Thy coming again.
Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I'm oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of Thy coming again.
'Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair, at Thy coming again.
While Thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord,
Oh, hasten the day of Thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest, at Thy coming again.
E'en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
I'm waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me, like Thy coming again.
What, Sinner, Can You Do
What, sinner, can you do?
Where, sinner, can you fly?
Eternal wrath hangs o'er your head,
And judgment lingers nigh.
For God must visit sin
With His displeasure sore;
Since He is holy, just and true,
And righteous evermore.
So Jesus died for sin—
Upon the cross He died;
God's righteousness was there displayed,
And justice satisfied.
Faith is the way of life:
Believe in Christ and live;
Fly to the shelter of His blood,
And peace with God receive.
We Wait for Thee, O Son of God
We wait for Thee, O Son of God,
And long for Thine appearing;
"A little while," Thou'lt come, O Lord,
Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
In joyful expectation,
For Thou wilt bring salvation.
We wait for Thee, content to share,
In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
Our sin, reproach, denial.
And shall not we receive with Thee
The cup of shame and sorrow,
Until the promised morrow?
We wait for Thee; for Thou, e'en here,
Hast won our hearts' affection;
In spirit still we find Thee near,
Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light, and glory bright,
We soon with joy shall greet Thee,
And in the air shall meet Thee.
We wait for Thee—Thou wilt arise
While hope her watch is keeping;
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim story
In Thine eternal glory!
What a Friend We Have in Jesus
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear;
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged:
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He'll take and shield thee;
Thou wilt find a solace there.
What Cheering Words Are These
What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternal days—
"'Tis with believers well!"
In every state secure,
Watched by the Saviour's eye,
'Tis well with them should life endure,
And well if called to die.
Well in affliction's ways,
Or on the mount with God;
Well when they joy, and sing, and praise,
Or buffet with the flood.
'Tis well when joys arise,
'Tis well when sorrows flow,
Or darkness seems to veil the skies,
And strong temptations grow.
'Tis well when on the mount
They feast and joy in love,
And 'tis as well, in God's account,
When they the furnace prove.
But above all, how well
When Jesus speaks the word,
And, at the trumpet's sounding swell,
They rise to meet their God!
Jesus, My Lord, Who Died on the Cross
Jesus, my Lord, who died on the cross,
Lovely art Thou to me;
Silver and gold—I count them but dross;
Naught can compare with Thee.
What are earth's joys, so fleeting and vain,
Jesus, my Lord, to me!
Sweeter by far is the heavenly gain;
Lovely art Thou to me.
Storms may assail, my bark may be tossed,
Voyaging o'er life's sea;
Thou, Lord, art near, I cannot be lost,
Refuge art Thou to me.
Jesus, my Lord, 'twas sin's heavy load,
Th' curse that was borne by Thee;
Stroke upon stroke, as God's wrath awoke,
Fell upon Thee for me.
Jesus, my Lord, what oceans of love
Stirred in Thy heart for me!
Jesus, my Lord, in glory above,
Lovely art Thou to me.
Well May We Sing, With Triumph Sing
Well may we sing, with triumph sing
The great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of our Saviour God,
Revealed in Jesus' face,
Revealed in Jesus' face,
Revealed, revealed in Jesus' face.
The Father's love it was that sought
From hell to set us free;
That gave the Lamb whose precious blood
Has bought our liberty,
Has bought our liberty,
Has bought, has bought our liberty.
In Him we read the Father's love,
And find eternal peace;
In Him we meet a Saviour God,
And fear and terror cease,
And fear and terror cease,
And fear, and fear and terror cease.
Then gladly sing and sound abroad
The great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of our Saviour God,
The riches of His grace,
The riches of His grace,
The riches, the riches of His grace.
When Israel, by Divine Command
When Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, throughout the barren land,
A sure resource in God.
A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.
Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers;
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel's God is ours.
His Word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.
Jesus, the bread of life, is given
To be our daily food;
Within us dwells that well from heaven,
The Spirit of our God.
Lord, 'tis enough, we ask no more;
Thy grace around us pours
Its rich and unexhausted store,
And all its joy is ours.
Oh! the Peace Forever Flowing
Oh! the peace forever flowing
From God's thoughts of His own Son,
Oh, the peace of simply knowing
On the cross that all was done.
Peace with God, the blood in heaven
Speaks of pardon now to me:
Peace with God! The Lord is risen!
Righteousness now counts me free.
Peace with God through Christ in glory;
God is just and God is love;
Jesus died to tell the story,
Foes to bring to God above.
Now free access to the Father,
Through the Christ of God, we have;
By the Spirit here abiding,
Promise of the Father's love.
Jesus, Saviour, we adore Thee!
Christ of God—anointed Son;
We confess Thee, Lord of glory,
Fruits of victory Thou hast won!
Rise, My Soul! Behold, 'Tis Jesus
Rise, my soul! Behold, 'tis Jesus,
Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;
See Him now, in glory seated,
Where thy sins no more can rise.
There in righteousness transcendent,
Lo! He doth in heaven appear,
Shows the blood of His atonement
As thy title to be there.
All thy sins were laid upon Him,
Jesus bore them on the tree;
God who knew them laid them on Him,
And, believing, thou art free.
God now brings thee to His dwelling,
Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome, ever telling
What a portion there is thine.
In that circle of God's favor—
Circle of the Father's love—
All is rest, and rest forever,
All is perfectness above.
Blessed, glorious word forever,
Yea, forever is the word;
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
Naught divide them from the Lord.
Who Is He in Yonder Stall
Who is He in yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
'Tis the Lord! Oh, wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord, the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall—
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all!
Who is He in deep distress,
Fasting in the wilderness?
Who is He that stands and weeps
At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?
Lo! at midnight, who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?
Who is He in Calvary's throes,
Asks for blessings on His foes?
Who is He that from the grave
Comes to heal, and bless, and save?
Lo! ascending, who is He
Captive leads captivity?
Who is He on yonder throne,
Rules the world of light alone?
Praise the Saviour, Ye Who Know Him
Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we have and are.
Jesus is the name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us,
Nothing moves and nothing harms us,
While we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints, forever;
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us, Lord, oh! keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys with Thee.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be,
Things which are not now, nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.
Glory, Glory Everlasting
Glory, glory everlasting
Be to Him who bore the cross,
Who redeemed our souls by tasting
Death, the death deserved by us;
Spread His glory, spread His glory,
Who redeemed His people thus.
His is love: 'tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end;
Human thought is here confounded:
'Tis too vast to comprehend!
Praise the Saviour! Praise the Saviour!
Magnify the sinner's Friend!
While we tell the wondrous story
Of the Saviour's cross and shame,
Sing we, "Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb!"
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Give ye glory to His name!
What Will It Be to Dwell Above
What will it be to dwell above,
And with the Lord of glory reign,
Since the blest knowledge of His love
So brightens all this dreary plain?
No heart can think, no tongue can tell,
What joy 'twill be with Christ to dwell.
When left this scene of faith and strife,
The flesh and sense deceive no more,
When we shall see the Prince of life,
And all His works of grace explore:
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
And God has fixed the happy day
When the last tear shall dim our eyes,
When He will wipe these tears away,
And fill our hearts with glad surprise;
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And know the fullness of His grace.
A Little Ship Was on the Sea
A little ship was on the sea,
It was a pretty sight;
It sailed along so pleasantly,
And all was calm and bright.
The sun was sinking in the west,
The shore was near at hand,
And those on board with hearts at rest
Thought soon to reach the land.
When lo! a storm began to rise;
The wind grew loud and strong;
It blew the clouds across the skies;
It blew the waves along.
And all but One were sore afraid
Of sinking in the deep;
His head was on a pillow laid,
And He was fast asleep.
"Master, we perish! Master, save!"
They cried; their Master heard.
He rose, rebuked the wind and wave,
And stilled them with a word.
He to the storm said, "Peace, be still!"
The raging billows cease;
The mighty winds obey His will,
And all are hushed in peace.
They greatly wondered—so may we,
And ask as well as they,
Who could this glorious Person be,
Whom winds and seas obey?
Oh, well we know it was the Lord,
The Saviour and the Friend,
Whose care of those who trust His Word
Will never, never end.
Around the Throne of God in Heaven
Around the throne of God in heaven
Will many children sing;
Children whose sins are all forgiven
Will heavenly anthems bring,
Singing, "Glory, glory, glory be to God on high."
In shining robes of spotless white
Each one will be arrayed!
Dwelling in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade,
What brings them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
How came those children there?
Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;
Now washed in that most precious flood,
Behold them white and clean,
On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So then they'll see His blessed face,
And praise before the Lamb,
Hark! the Voice of Jesus Calling
Hark! the voice of Jesus calling—
"Come, ye children, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, dear children, now for thee."
"Take salvation, take salvation,
Take it now and happy be."
Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Saviour calls to thee:
Faith can hear His gracious accents—
"Come, dear children, come to Me."
Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Children, heed the gracious message—
To the blood for refuge flee:
Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there 'tis offered thee—
Offered without price or money,
'Tis the gift of God sent free.
Awake! Awake! in Happy Song
Awake! awake! in happy song,
Ye children great and small,
And join to sing the praises sweet
Of Him who died for all.
He left His bright and happy home
To seek and save the lost,
A babe in Bethlehem's manger lay,
Awaking heavenly host.
He trod this earth, a lowly man,
For three-and-thirty years,
And then was nailed on Calvary's tree,
To still our guilty fears.
And now He's gone to heaven again,
And sits on glory's throne—
With open arms and loving smile,
He welcomes all who come.
It is because the Shepherd good,
For sheep and lambs did die,
That those who trust His precious blood
Shall dwell with Him on high.
Oh! may we all, a joyous band,
Give praises pure and sweet,
To please His heart, to make Him glad,
Till round His throne we meet.
Christ Could Not Be Hid, for the Sinner Would Haste
Christ could not be hid, for the sinner would haste
Behind Him to weep at the Pharisee's feast;
To wipe with her hair, when she'd washed with her tears,
His feet, who had blest her and silenced her fears.
Could not be hid, no, could not be hid;
Then trust in that Saviour who could not be hid.
Christ could not be hid, for the blind and the lame
His love and His power would together proclaim;
The dumb would speak out, and the deaf would recall
The name of that Jesus who healèd them all.
Christ could not be hid, for around Him would press
The children of sorrow, of pain, and distress;
And faith, by the hem of His garment, would prove
What virtue there issued from Him who is love.
Christ could not be hid, for the widow of Nain
Would point to her son, now restored her again—
Would say 'twas His love, His compassion and grace,
Gave back that lost son to a mother's embrace.
Christ could not be hid, for hark! hark to that shout—
"Hosanna, hosanna!" the children cry out;
For us, oh, how blessed! though some would forbid
To tell of the Saviour who could not be hid.
Jesus Is Calling the Children
Jesus is calling the children
Unto His side,
Stretches His arms to receive them,
Opens them wide.
Gently to lead them,
Guard them and feed them,
Jesus is calling the lambs to His side.
Jesus is calling the children,
Why do they stay
Out in the wilderness wandering,
Going astray?
Jesus is calling the children,
Calling today;
Hasten each one for the blessing,
Do not delay.
Come, Children, and Learn of the Infinite Grace
Come, children, and learn of the infinite grace
Of Jesus, in coming to die;
How He left His high throne, in the glory above,
His beautiful home in the sky.
Oh, think of the Lamb who on Calvary died,
And died for such sinners as we;
Of the thorns on His brow and the spear in His side,
When He suffered and bled on the tree.
Ah! never was sorrow so bitter as this,
The anguish He suffered below,
For the dear Son of God had done nothing amiss,
'Twas for others He tasted such woe.
Oh, think of His love when He gave up His life
For sinners so guilty as we;
'Twas for them that He finished the conflict and strife,
'Twas for them that He bled on the tree.
Give ear, little ones, is it nothing to you,
The tale of His wonderful grace?
When He comes in the clouds, will you joyfully view,
Or tremble to look at His face?
Oh, think of the Lamb who on Calvary died,
And died for such sinners as we;
Of the thorns on His brow, and the spear in His side,
When He suffered and bled on the tree.
When He cometh back in His glory so bright,
The wicked may well have despair;
But children who love Him will rise with delight,
To meet their blest Lord in the air.
Oh, think of His love when He gave up His life
For sinners so guilty as we;
'Twas for them that He finished the conflict and strife,
'Twas for them that He bled on the tree.
If Little Children Knew the Love
If little children knew the love
Which dwells in Jesus' breast,
How would they come to Him by faith,
All anxious to be blest!
"Come unto Me," He sweetly cries;
"Come, little children, come!
Come to My open arms and heart,
Come to My happy home!"
Thus Jesus speaks. Who makes reply,
"O Lord, I come to Thee;
Thy precious love hath won my heart,
Thine henceforth I will be"?
Oh, precious choice! If such be thine,
Then thou indeed art blest;
Peace thy companion here shall be,
There, everlasting rest!
Here's a Message of Love
Here's a message of love
Come down from above
To invite little children to heaven;
In God's blessed book
Lost sinners may look,
And see how all sins are forgiven.
For there they may read
How Jesus did bleed
And die for His dear little ones;
How clean He makes them,
And after takes them
To be God's own daughters and sons.
And then if they die,
He takes them on high,
To be with Him in heaven above;
So kind is His heart,
He never will part
From a child that has trusted His love.
And oh, what delight,
In heaven so bright,
To see the kind Saviour's blest face!
On His beauty to gaze
And sing to His praise
Forever in that happy place.
The Bible Tells Us Jesus Came
The Bible tells us Jesus came
From glory bright and fair—
God's perfect, sinless, spotless Lamb—
His mercy to declare,
His mercy to declare.
The Bible tells us Jesus died
A sacrifice for sin;
The gates of heaven to open wide,
That we may enter in,
That we may enter in.
The Bible tells us Jesus rose,
And left the silent grave,
Triumphant over all His foes,
The mighty One to save,
The mighty One to save.
The Bible tells us Jesus lives
Again upon the throne;
The blessed proof the Father gives
That mercy's work is done,
That mercy's work is done.
The Bible tells us He will come
To take His saints away,
To dwell with Him in His blest home
Through everlasting day,
Through everlasting day.
The Bible tells us He will reign
O'er all the earth ere long;
When heaven and earth shall wake the strain
Of an eternal song,
Of an eternal song.
The Bible tells us all may come,
And drink at mercy's stream;
That Jesus soon will share this home
With all who trust in Him,
With all who trust in Him.
Jesus Christ Is Passing by
Jesus Christ is passing by;
Child, now lift to Him thine eye,
As the precious moments flee,
See, His mercy waits for thee.
Lo! He stands and calls to thee,
"What wilt thou then have of Me?"
Rise and tell Him all thy need,
Come, He calleth thee, indeed.
Oh! how sweet the love and peace,
Shining in the Saviour's face;
Jesus gives from sin release,
He can save and give thee peace.
Jesus calls to thee, dear one,
"Everything is fully done;
Come to Me, receive My love,
Come and live with Me above."
How Loving Is Jesus
How loving is Jesus,
Who came from the sky,
In tenderest pity,
For sinners to die!
His hands and His feet
Were nailed to the tree,
And all this He suffered
For sinners like me.
How precious is Jesus,
To all who believe!
And out of His fullness
What grace they receive!
When weak He supports them,
When erring He guides,
And everything needful
He kindly provides.
How gladly does Jesus
Free pardon impart
To all who receive Him
By faith in their heart;
And glory is for them,
Their home is above;
Soon Jesus will fetch them
To dwell in His love.
The Saviour Is Loving, the Saviour Is Kind
The Saviour is loving, the Saviour is kind,
He came down from heaven the lost ones to find;
He never refuseth, nor turneth aside
The soul that looks to Him, and for whom He died.
How many dear children have leaned on His breast;
How many dear children His name have confessed;
Believing are happy, His goodness they prove,
And now in the glory, rejoice in His love.
Like a Little Wandering Lamb
Like a little wandering lamb,
Lost upon the hills I am;
Like a shepherd Jesus stands,
Holding out His blessed hands.
"Come," He says, "come back to Me;
Little lamb, I died for thee;
I will take thee to My home;
Little lamb, I pray thee, come.
"Thou wouldst like to have thy way,
On the lonely hills to stray,
Where the hungry lion hides,
Where the fiery serpent glides.
"I would have thee lie at rest,
Little lamb, upon My breast;
Thou shalt be My sweet delight
All the day and all the night.
"Though thou hast a wayward will,
Little lamb, I love thee still;
Come to Me and be forgiven;
I will bear thee safe to heaven."
How Many Children Say
How many children say,
"I'd like to go to heaven,"
Yet never think that they
Must have their sins forgiven,
Before they can in glory be,
Or Jesus Christ in glory see.
None can to glory go,
Or dwell with God above,
But they who Jesus know,
And trust the Saviour's love;
The holy words of truth declare
No other way of entrance there.
But now this "living way"
To all is open free;
And ruined sinners may
Go in and happy be—
May have their sins through Christ forgiven,
The only way to enter heaven.
I Love to Hear the Story
I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell;
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.
I'm glad my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be;
And I should try to follow
His footsteps here below;
He never will forget me,
Because He loved me so.
To sing His love and mercy,
My sweetest songs I'll raise,
And though I cannot see Him,
I know He hears my praise;
For He has kindly promised
That I shall surely go
To sing with His redeemed ones,
Because He loved me so.
I Think When I Read That Sweet Story of Old
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with Him then.
I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,
"Let the little ones come unto Me."
Yet still to His presence in prayer I may go,
I know I may trust in His love;
And if thus I will earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus just now;
Just now come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus just now.
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you just now;
Just now He will save you,
He will save you just now.
Oh, believe Him, oh, believe Him,
Oh, believe Him just now.
Just now, oh, believe Him,
Oh, believe Him just now.
He is able, He is able,
He is able just now;
Just now He is able,
He is able just now.
He is willing, He is willing,
He is willing just now;
Just now He is willing,
He is willing just now.
Will you trust Him? Will you trust Him?
Will you trust Him just now?
Just now will you trust Him?
Will you trust Him just now?
Children, Can You Tell Me Why
Children, can you tell me why
Jesus came to bleed and die?
He was happy high above,
Dwelling in His Father's love,
Yet He left His joy and bliss,
For a wicked world like this.
Children, I will tell you why
Jesus left His home on high;
He is gracious, full of love,
Kind, and gentle as a dove,
So He would not live alone,
Though He sat upon a throne.
We were all by sin undone,
Yet He loved us, every one;
So to earth He kindly came,
On the cross to bear our shame,
And to wash away our guilt
In the precious blood He spilt.
He who for our sins was slain,
Lives and dwells above again,
Where He's waiting to receive
All who will His love believe;
This, dear children, this is why
Jesus came to bleed and die.
Jesus Loves Me, This I Know
Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus loves me, He who died
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let a little child come in.
Jesus loves me though I'm bad,
And He waits to make me glad,
Waits to fold me in His arm,
Keeps me safe from every harm.
Jesus loves me, loves me still,
When I'm very weak and ill;
From His shining home on high,
He will watch me where I lie.
Jesus loves me, He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
If I trust Him, should I die,
He will take me home on high.
"God Is in Heaven: Can He Hear
"God is in heaven: can He hear
A little child like me?"
"Yes, little child; thou needst not fear:
He'll listen e'en to thee."
"God is in heaven: can He see
If I am doing wrong?"
"Oh, yes, He can; He looks at thee
All day and all night long."
"God is in heaven: would He know
If I should tell a lie?"
"Yes; if thou saidst it soft and low,
He'd hear it in the sky."
"God is in heaven: does He care
Thence to send good to me?"
"Yes; in His Word He doth declare
All good He giveth thee."
"God is in heaven: would He save
A little child like me?"
"Yes, little child; for Jesus gave
His life for such as thee."
Dear Children, Have You Ever Heard
Dear children, have you ever heard
That Christ the Lord will come,
With angel's voice and trump of God,
To call His people home?
The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heaven shall ring with praises loud,
They'll meet Him in the sky.
Oh, say, if He should come today,
Would you in terror be,
Or would you lift your heads with joy
The blessed Lord to see?
Oh, children, seek the Saviour now,
The Saviour full of love;
And when He comes He'll take you up
To His bright home above.
Jesus Loves the Little Ones
Jesus loves the little ones;
Wondrous was the love
That brought Him down from glory,
In His bright home above,
To save poor little ones.
Jesus seeks the little ones,
Wandering far in sin;
They little know the patient love
That seeks their souls to win,
And save lost little ones.
Jesus died for little ones,
On that dreadful tree;
And then what bitter pain He bore,
And untold agony,
To save poor little ones.
Jesus lives for little ones
In the heaven above,
And ne'er forgets the precious lambs,
Who've trusted in His love,
And are His little ones.
Jesus thinks of little ones
All the night and day,
And all the time they're sleeping,
And while they are at play,
And guards His little ones.
Soon He'll take His little ones
To live in His home,
So safe with Him forever,
And nevermore to roam;
Ah! happy little ones!
Children Once to Israel's King
Children once to Israel's King
Did their sweet hosannas bring;
Children now who love the Lord,
Join to praise with one accord.
He who reigns in heaven above,
Once for sinners died in love;
Came from off the throne on high,
On the cross to bleed and die.
Life eternal He can give,
'Tis in Him believers live;
He upholds them by His hand,
And can make the feeble stand.
What a day of joy 'twill be,
When His glorious face they see!
When His image they will bear,
And His throne of glory share!
Till that day the Lord will keep
Safely all His lambs and sheep;
He will guard them night and day,
Keep them walking in His way.
The Lord Attends When Children Pray
The Lord attends when children pray,
A whisper He can hear;
He knows not only what we say,
But what we wish or fear.
'Tis not enough to bend the knee,
And words of prayer to say;
The heart must with the lips agree,
Or else we do not pray.
He sees us when we are alone,
Though no one else can see;
And all our thoughts to Him are known,
Whatever they may be.
The Infant Children Christ Received
The infant children Christ received,
Oh, praise His precious name;
He took them up into His arms,
He blest each babe that came.
Jesus will bless the little ones,
Jesus will bless the little ones,
Jesus will bless the little ones,
Oh, praise His precious name.
An awful warning Jesus gave,
To those who would offend;
Let none despise these little ones,
God cares for all of them.
Go, gather in these little ones
From off the field of sin:
The harvest great, the laborers few,
Then bring, oh, bring them in.
Little Child, Do You Love Jesus
Little child, do you love Jesus?
Ask your little heart today;
I will tell of One who loves you,
Be your answer what it may.
Listen softly, listen humbly;
Sweet the story is, and true;
For my story is of Jesus—
Jesus, who once died for you.
Little child, the Saviour loved you,
So He left His home on high;
Came on earth a lowly stranger,
For your sins to bleed and die.
Sin had set its stamp upon you,
And must shut you out from God;
Jesus came to make atonement,
Though it cost His precious blood.
Little child, the blessed Saviour
Wicked men despised and slew,
On the cruel cross they nailed Him,
With a spear they pierced Him, too.
"It is finished!" said the Saviour;
Well He knew His work was done;
He for sin had made atonement,
He, God's holy, spotless Son.
All creation stood in wonder
As He bowed His head and died;
Rocks and hills were rent asunder
When the Lord was crucified.
In a cold, cold grave they laid Him,
Thinking not what they had done;
Killed the Lord of life and glory,
Killed the Christ, God's much-loved Son.
Little child, death could not hold Him,
So the grave gave up its prey;
Straight into the heavens He entered,
Thence He speaks to you today.
Yes, His loving eye is on you,
He from sin would set you free,
Thus He speaks of little children,
"Suffer them to come to Me."
Only an Act of Kindness
Only an act of kindness
That you, little child, may show,
While seeking to please the Saviour,
And more like Himself to grow.
Only a feeble effort
To lighten the heavy load
Of some weary, wayworn traveler,
While wending his toilsome road.
Only a word for Jesus,
Only a whispered prayer,
Seeking His help and blessing,
Is heard by our Lord up there.
Only a glimpse of sunshine
That you, little child, may shed,
To brighten a path of sorrow
Where others may fear to tread.
Only some self-denial,
Attended, perhaps, with pain,
But all that is loss at present
Will someday be richest gain.
Only a word for Jesus
That you, little child, may speak;
A word that will reach some sinner
Whom Jesus once came to seek.
Only a little patience
When somebody does you wrong,
For Jesus will judge offenses,
Dear child, it will not be long.
Only a little service
While seeking to live for God
Mid darkness, and sin, and sorrow,
Where Jesus, Himself, once trod.
Only a little waiting,
Dear child, let your light shine bright,
For Jesus will come and take you
To glory, and love, and light.
And Is It True, as I Am Told
And is it true, as I am told,
That there are lambs within the fold
Of God's belovèd Son?
That Jesus Christ, with tender care,
Will in His arms most gently bear
The helpless little one?
And I, a little, straying lamb,
May come to Jesus as I am,
Though goodness I have none;
May now be folded to His breast,
And there forever gently rest,
And be His little one.
Others there are who love me, too;
But who, with all their love, could do
What Jesus Christ has done?
And when He teaches me to pray,
I'll surely go to Him and say,
"Lord, keep Thy little one."
Oh! Come to Jesus, Children, Come
Oh! come to Jesus, children, come,
Don't delay, don't delay;
Secure a place in heaven's bright home,
While 'tis day, while 'tis day;
That blessed home is filling fast,
And mercy's day will soon be past,
Soon saints shall hear the trumpet's blast;
Come away, come away.
Oh, sad, if thou shouldst be too late—
Don't delay, don't delay;
Arise, and enter mercy's gate,
While 'tis day, while 'tis day;
A loving Saviour will appear
To meet thee, and to bless thee, there;
Draw nigh and His salvation share;
Come away, come away.
His blood can wash the vilest clean,
Don't delay, don't delay;
Oh, come, confessing what thou'st been,
While 'tis day, while 'tis day;
A full salvation, vast and free,
Wrought out, by Christ, awaiteth thee;
Come then at once, and happy be;
Come away, come away.
There's a Friend for Little Children
There's a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love can never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change from year to year,
This Friend is always worthy
And He is always near.
There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And "Abba, Father," cry;
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and danger free;
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.
There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy.
No home on earth is like it,
Or can with it compare;
For everyone is happy,
Nor could be happier there.
There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by and by.
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then bestow
On all who've found His favor,
And loved His name below.
There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
A song that will not weary,
Though sung eternally;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing;
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.
There's a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
And a harp of sweetest music,
And a palm of victory;
All, all above is treasured
And found in Christ alone;
Oh, come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.
Into a Tent Where a Gypsy Boy Lay
Into a tent where a gypsy boy lay,
Dying alone, at the close of the day,
News of salvation we carried. Said he,
"Nobody ever has told it to me!"
Tell it again! Tell it again!
Salvation's story repeat o'er and o'er
Till none can say of the children of men,
"Nobody ever has told me before!"
"Did He so love me, a poor little boy?
Send unto me the good tidings of joy?
Need I not perish? My hand will He hold?
Nobody ever the story has told!"
Bending, we caught the last words of his breath,
Just as he entered the valley of death:
"God sent His Son—whosoever!" said he;
"Then I am sure that He sent Him for me!"
Smiling he said, as his last sigh was spent,
"I am so glad that for me He was sent!"
Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west,
"Lord, I believe; tell it now to the rest."
Suffer Little Children
Suffer little children,
So kindly Jesus said,
And gently then He placed His hands
Upon each little head;
Full of tenderness and grace,
Love was beaming in His face.
Come, then, little children,
And listen to His love,
For He is still the same today,
Though now He dwells above;
Though your hearts are full of sin,
Jesus' blood can make you clean.
Happy are the children
Who trust in Jesus' name;
Although they cannot see His face,
He watches over them.
Safely on their Shepherd's breast
All His little lambs may rest.
To Israel's Land, When Israel Sinned
To Israel's land, when Israel sinned,
A band of Syrians came,
Took captive thence a little maid
Who knew God's holy name.
She waited upon Naaman's wife:
A mighty captain he,
But, sad to tell, all covered o'er
With dreadful leprosy.
The little captive soon makes known
What wonders may be wrought
By God's own prophet, in her land,
And begs he may be sought.
Proud Naaman left his native land,
Commended by his lord,
And carried in his leprous hand
A present and reward.
With horses and with chariot grand,
The warrior soon is seen,
Before Elisha's door, to stand
With high and haughty mien.
"Go, wash in Jordan, and be clean,"
The prophet's message given;
But this ill suits the warrior's mind—
His chariot back is driven.
The servants now draw near, and say
In words both wise and kind,
"If some great thing thou hadst to do,
Wouldst thou have been behind?"
Then Naaman yielded, spite of pride;
He washed and he was clean;
And all who now in Christ confide
Are washed from every sin.
When Mothers of Salem Their Children Brought to Jesus
When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus,
The stern disciples drove them back and bade them depart;
But Jesus saw them ere they fled,
And took them in His arms and said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."
"For I will receive them and fold them to My bosom;
I'll be a shepherd to these lambs—oh, drive them not away;
For if their hearts to Me they give,
They shall with Me in glory live;
Suffer the children to come unto Me."
How kind was the Saviour to bid these children welcome!
But there are many thousands who have never heard His name;
The Bible they have never read;
They know not that the Saviour said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."
And still the kind Saviour bids little children welcome,
For Jesus' loving, tender heart to children is the same;
Though here His voice is no more heard,
From heaven He tells us in His Word,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."
A Little Child of Seven
A little child of seven,
Or even three or four,
May enter into heaven
Through Christ, the open Door.
For when the heart believeth
On Christ, the Son of God,
'Tis then the soul receiveth
Salvation through His blood.
A Little Lamb Went Straying
A little lamb went straying
Among the hills one day,
Leaving its faithful shepherd,
Because it loved to stray.
And while the sun shone brightly,
It knew no thought of fear,
For flowers around were blooming,
And balmy was the air.
But night came over quickly,
The hollow breezes blew,
The sun soon ceased its shining,
All dark and dismal grew.
The little lamb stood bleating,
And well indeed it might,
So far from home and shepherd,
And on so dark a night.
But, ah! the faithful shepherd
Soon missed the little thing,
And onward went to seek it,
And home again to bring.
He sought on hill and valley,
And called it by its name:
He sought, nor ceased his seeking,
Until he found his lamb.
Then to his gentle bosom
The little lamb he pressed,
And on his shoulders bore it,
And fondly it caressed.
The little lamb was happy
To find itself secure;
The shepherd, too, was joyful,
Because his lamb he bore.
And now, dear little children,
A Shepherd's up on high,
Who came to seek the straying,
Who all deserved to die.
For sin each lamb had ruined,
And far from God had led;
But oh! what love unbounded!
He suffered in their stead.
A Message Came From Heaven
A message came from heaven
To cheer my heart one day;
It set the joy-bells ringing,
And chased my gloom away.
'Twas in the holy Bible,
John's Gospel, chapter three,
Verse sixteen I discovered
Was written there for me.
That means me, that means me,
"Whosoever will believe," and that means me;
I am so very glad because the Saviour said,
"Whosoever will believe," and that means me.
I read the wondrous story
How God in heaven high
So loved a world of sinners,
He sent His Son to die;
And that word whosoever,
Believing I could see,
Though meant for everybody,
Was mostly meant for me.
For God So Loved the World
For God so loved the world,
He gave His only Son,
To die on Calvary's tree,
From sin to set me free;
Someday He's coming back,
What glory that will be!
Wonderful His love to me.
Christ the Saviour of Sinners Came
Christ the Saviour of sinners came
Into the world to save;
Sing His glory, His worth, His fame:
Jesus alone can save.
No name else is given,
Search through earth and heaven—
Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
Jesus alone can save.
Jesus alone, Jesus alone,
Jesus alone can save.
Tender were His works of grace,
Jesus alone can save;
Wheresoever His steps we trace,
Jesus alone can save.
Death and woe dispelling,
God's great mercy telling—
Tears can never forgiveness gain,
Jesus alone can save;
God will ever dead works disdain;
Jesus alone can save.
Hear His blest voice calling,
Blessings rich are falling—
Call the children, forbid them not;
Jesus alone can save;
He can cleanse them from every spot;
Jesus alone can save.
Now His work's completed,
Now in glory seated—
Come to the Saviour, Make No Delay
Come to the Saviour, make no delay;
Here in His Word He's shown us the way;
Here in our midst He's standing today,
Tenderly saying, "Come."
Joyful, joyful will the meeting be,
When from sin our hearts are pure and free,
And we shall gather, Saviour, with Thee
In our eternal home.
Let all the children now hear His voice;
Let every heart make Jesus the choice;
And let us freely trust and rejoice;
Do not delay, but come.
Think once again, He's with us today;
Heed now His blest command, and obey;
Hear now His accents tenderly say,
"Will you, dear children, come?"
Glad T-I-D-I-N-G-S
Glad T-I-D-I-N-G-S,
I B-R-I-N-G,
That J-E-S-U-S has come
To S-A-V-E me.
And He calls, and He calls all the G-I-R-L-S,
And He wants all the B-O-Y-S too,
To T-R-U-S-T in Him,
And have all their sins now washed away.
I Am So Glad That Our Father in Heaven
I am so glad that our Father in heaven
Tells of His love in the Book He has given;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see;
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me,
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.
Though I forget Him and wander away,
Still He does love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear, loving arms would I flee
When I remember that Jesus loves me.
Jesus loves me, and I know I love Him,
Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem;
Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree;
Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me.
I Am the Door, I Am the Door
I am the Door, I am the Door,
By Me if any man enter in,
He shall be saved, he shall be saved,
He shall be saved.
I am the Door, the words are but four;
Millions are in, but there's room for more;
The door's open wide, come right inside,
And thou shalt be saved.
If I Come to Jesus
If I come to Jesus,
He will make me glad;
He will give me pleasure
When my heart is sad.
If I come to Jesus,
Happy I shall be;
He is gently calling
Little ones like me.
If I come to Jesus,
He will bid me live;
He will love me dearly,
And my sins forgive.
If I come to Jesus,
He will take my hand;
He will kindly lead me
To a better land.
There with happy children,
Robed in snowy white,
I shall see the Saviour,
In that world so bright.
I Love My Saviour, My Precious Saviour
I love my Saviour, my precious Saviour,
Who died on Calvary's cross for me;
And now He's risen, gone back to heaven,
Someday He's coming back for me.
And while I'm waiting, I'll try to please Him
In everything I do and say;
And when I see Him, oh, how I'll praise Him
For washing all my sins away.
Oh, trust my Saviour, my precious Saviour;
He died for you as well as me;
He'll keep you ever, forsake you never;
He'll make you glad eternally.
I Love to Sing of Jesus
I love to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true;
To me most sweet and precious,
The old but ever new.
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
Of Him who came to die!
I love to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true;
To me most sweet and precious,
The old but ever new.
The babe in Bethlehem's manger,
The lowly One on earth;
Rejected and a stranger,
Few cared to know His worth.
My soul would now recall Him,
In all His perfect love;
Which only Calvary's Victim
Its wondrous depths could prove.
'Twas there my Saviour suffered,
And tasted death for me;
Yes, there the work He finished,
That sets me ever free.
My sins all laid upon Him,
The wrath and judgment borne;
The power of Satan broken,
In Jesus' death of scorn.
And now the Lord is risen,
His travail ever o'er;
Seated in highest heaven,
Alive to die no more.
And soon He's coming for me,
To take me home above;
Where still I'll sing the story
Of Jesus and His love.
Happy Is the Boy Who Believes in Him
Happy is the boy who believes in Him,
Happy is the boy who is cleansed from sin;
Never to a boy did the Lord say, "No!"
Let us every one to the Saviour go.
Happy is the girl who believes in Him,
Happy is the girl who is cleansed from sin;
Never to a girl did the Lord say, "No!"
Let us every one to the Saviour go.
Jesus Bids Us Shine
Jesus bids us shine
With a pure, clear light,
Like a little candle
Burning in the night;
In this world of darkness
So we must shine,
You in your small corner,
And I in mine.
Jesus bids us shine
First of all for Him;
Well He sees and knows it
If our light grows dim;
He looks down from heaven
To see us shine,
You in your small corner,
And I in mine.
Jesus bids us shine
Next for all around;
Many kinds of darkness
In this world abound—
Sin and want and sorrow;
So we must shine,
You in your small corner,
And I in mine.
Jesus Came From Heaven
Jesus came from heaven,
Many years ago;
Left His Father's glory
For this world of woe.
Here He lived and suffered,
Here He also died,
On the cross of Calvary
He was crucified.
'Twas for sin He suffered,
In the sinner's stead,
And His Father raised Him,
Even from the dead.
Now in brightest glory
Jesus lives on high,
And His voice is calling,
Calling from the sky.
"Come to Me, ye weary,
I have rest to give";
Hearken then unto Him,
And your soul shall live.
He has peace and pardon
For the sin-sick soul;
Come to Him believing,
He will make you whole.
Jesus Is Our Shepherd
Jesus is our Shepherd,
Wiping every tear;
Folded in His bosom,
What have we to fear?
Only let us follow
Whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert,
Or the dewy mead.
Jesus is our Shepherd,
Well we know His voice!
How its gentle whisper
Makes our heart rejoice!
Even when He chideth,
Tender is His tone;
None but He shall guide us,
We are His alone.
Jesus is our Shepherd,
For the sheep He bled;
Every lamb is sprinkled
With the blood He shed.
Then on each He setteth
His own secret sign,
"They that have My Spirit,
These," saith He, "are Mine."
Jesus is our Shepherd,
With His goodness now,
And His tender mercy,
He doth us endow.
Let us sing His praises
With a gladsome heart,
Till in heaven we meet Him,
Nevermore to part.
Jesus, My Saviour, to Bethlehem Came
Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful—blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!
Seeking for me, for me!
Seeking for me, for me!
Oh, it was wonderful—blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!
Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree,
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, for me!
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wandering afar from the fold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!
Calling for me, for me!
Calling for me, for me!
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!
Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!
Coming for me, for me!
Coming for me, for me!
Oh, I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!
Jesus Loves the Little Children
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world:
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight;
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Jesus died for little children,
All the children of the world:
Red and yellow, black and white,
All are precious in His sight;
Jesus died for all the children of the world.
Jesus, Who Lives Above the Sky
Jesus, who lives above the sky,
Came down to be a man and die,
And in the Bible we may read
His love to those who were in need.
He went about—He was so kind—
To cure poor people who were blind;
And many who were sick and lame,
He pitied them and did the same.
And more than that, He told them too
The things that God would have them do;
And was so gentle and so mild,
He would have listened to a child.
He knew how wicked man had been,
And knew that God must punish sin;
So out of pity Jesus said
He'd bear the punishment instead.
But such a cruel death He died!
He was hung up and crucified;
And those kind hands that did such good,
They nailed them to a cross of wood.
And so He died, and rose again;
He lives on high at God's right hand;
Soon He'll return for us from heaven—
For those whose sins have been forgiven.
Jesus, When He Left the Sky
Jesus, when He left the sky,
And for sinners came to die,
In His mercy passed not by
Little ones like me.
Mothers then the Saviour sought,
In the places where He taught,
And to Him their children brought—
Little ones like me.
Did the Saviour say them nay?
No; He kindly bade them stay—
Suffered none to turn away
Little ones like me.
'Twas for them His life He gave,
To redeem them from the grave:
Jesus able is to save
Little ones like me.
Little Children, Heavy-laden
Little children, heavy-laden,
With your sin and woe,
Come to Jesus, He invites you,
Wants you so.
Let His own sweet word of promise
Drive away all doubt,
"Come to Me now, I will never
Cast you out."
His, the blood—the only cleansing
You can ever know,
It will make your sins—now scarlet—
White as snow.
You can never make atonement,
That is fully made;
You can never pay the ransom
He has paid.
Let your heart go out toward Him
In a simple faith,
He is willing now to save you,
As He saith.
Yes! the living, loving Saviour
Waits to make you free;
Waits to give you peace and pardon,
"Come and see."
News for Little Children
News for little children!
Oh! how sweet the sound,
Rolling in its fullness
To earth's farthest bound!
News of God's salvation,
Blessings from above,
Saving, helping, cheering—
Words of life and love.
Listen to the message,
Precious words and true—
Joy and peace and pardon
God is offering you.
Love for little children!
Sent from God's own throne;
Love! how sweet the tidings
Each can make his own;
Love that maketh happy,
Love that maketh blest,
Love that gives the weary
Full and perfect rest.
Peace for little children!
Peace from God on high,
Brought by Christ the Saviour,
When He came to die;
Made in Calvary's darkness,
Sealed with Jesus' blood;
To the world proclaim it—
Perfect peace with God.
Joy for little children!
Perfect joy so true,
Not like the attractions
This world offers you,
But a joy that resteth
On foundation sure,
Joy—for God hath said it—
Which must e'er endure.
Hear Christ Calling, "Come Unto Me
Hear Christ calling, "Come unto Me,
Come unto Me, come unto Me";
Hear Christ calling, "Come unto Me,
I will give you rest.
I will give you rest,
I will give you rest";
Hear Christ calling, "Come unto Me,
I will give you rest."
Read your Bible, pray every day,
Pray every day, pray every day;
Read your Bible, pray every day,
And you'll grow, grow, grow.
And you'll grow, grow, grow,
And you'll grow, grow, grow;
Read your Bible, pray every day,
And you'll grow, grow, grow.
"I will make you fishers of men,
Fishers of men, fishers of men;
I will make you fishers of men,
If you follow Me.
If you follow Me,
If you follow Me;
I will make you fishers of men,
If you follow Me."
One Door and Only One
One door and only one,
And yet its sides are two—
Inside and outside;
On which side are you?
One door and only one,
And yet its sides are two.
I'm on the inside;
On which side are you?
Oh, Won't You Come to Jesus While You're Young
Oh, won't you come to Jesus while you're young?
Oh, won't you come to Jesus while you're young?
Don't think it will be better
To delay it until later,
But remember your Creator while you're young.
Remember, death may find you, while you're young;
Remember, death may find you, while you're young;
For friends are often weeping
And the stars their watch are keeping
O'er the grassy graves where sleeping lie the young.
Oh, walk the path to glory while you're young;
Oh, walk the path to glory while you're young,
And Jesus will befriend you,
And from danger will defend you,
And a peace divine will send you while you're young.
Then won't you come to Jesus while you're young?
Then won't you come to Jesus while you're young?
Why from the future borrow,
When ere comes another morrow,
You may weep in endless sorrow, while you're young.
Come to Jesus, Come Today
Come to Jesus, come today!
There is nothing more to pay.
He will wash your sins away;
He's a glorious Saviour.
Trust in Jesus, trust today!
"It is finished!" hear Him say.
Jesus is the only way;
He's a mighty Saviour.
Oh! Would You Know My Saviour
Oh! would you know my Saviour,
Ye who are young today,
Yet sometimes feel that earth's delights
Must fade and pass away?
Then early heed the voice of love,
Which tells of joys in heaven.
And God can say in righteousness,
"Your sins are all forgiven."
Oh! would you know my Saviour,
Ye travelers to the tomb?
He takes the sting of death away,
And chases all its gloom.
Then come, believe, while yet you may,
The message sent from heaven;
How God can say in righteousness,
"Your sins are all forgiven."
Oh! would you know my Saviour,
Ye hungry souls and poor?
I cannot tell you all He is,
I want to know Him more;
But let me seek to spread abroad
God's blessed news from heaven,
How He can say in righteousness,
"Your sins are all forgiven."
Safe in Christ, the Weakest Child
Safe in Christ, the weakest child
Stands in all God's favor;
All in Christ are reconciled
Through that only Saviour.
Safe in Christ; safe in Christ!
He's their glory ever;
None can pluck them from His hand,
They shall perish never.
Once their sins on every side,
Seemed to tower o'er them;
Christ has stemmed the angry tide;
Been through death before them.
In His death, they've crossed the sea,
Passed through condemnation;
Well they may triumphant be;
Saved through God's salvation.
Now by faith the justified
Know that God is for them;
To the world they're crucified,
Glory is before them.
Sing the Saviour's Praises; Little Children, Sing
Sing the Saviour's praises; little children, sing!
Jesus loves you, died your souls to save.
Gladly then thanksgiving to the Saviour bring;
Out of love for you Himself He gave.
Praise Him! Praise Him for His wondrous love!
Praise Him! Praise Him, till in heaven above
All the ransomed children whom His love set free,
Praise Him through a glad eternity.
Sing the Saviour's praises; little children, sing!
For He listens to your feeble song.
Hearts and voices freely to His service bring;
All you have and are to Him belong.
A Certain Man of Whom We Read
A certain man of whom we read,
Who lived in days of old,
Though he was rich, he felt his need
Of something more than gold.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, there's something more,
Something more than gold:
To know your sins are all forgiven
Is something more than gold.
It happened on a certain day,
This little man was told
That Jesus soon would pass that way
With something more than gold.
He climbed a tree above the crowd,
So that he might behold
That blessed One with power to give
Him something more than gold.
The Saviour came along the way
And saw him in the tree;
Then calling to him, Jesus said,
"I must abide with thee."
So he obeyed, and soon he found
The half had not been told;
The blessing Jesus brought to him
Was better far than gold.
Tell Me the Story of Jesus
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word!
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard;
Tell how the angels, in chorus,
Spoke as they welcomed His birth:
"Glory to God in the highest;
Peace and good tidings to earth."
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Fasting alone in the desert,
Thus was His service begun;
Tell how through faith and obedience
Victory o'er Satan He won.
Tell of the years of His labors,
Tell of the sorrows He bore;
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Suffering in sorrow and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid Him;
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see;
This is the story most precious—
Love paid the ransom for me.
Those Who Are Young, O God
Those who are young, O God,
Make them Thine own;
Hear from Thy blest abode,
Make them Thine own;
Now in their early days,
Turn them to Thy blest ways,
Save from the giddy maze,
Make them Thine own.
Those who are older too,
Make them Thine own;
Give them affections new,
Make them Thine own;
Now, in their manhood's prime,
Now, in salvation's time,
To Thee their hearts incline,
Make them Thine own.
Those who in years abound,
Make them Thine own;
Now may the lost be found,
Make them Thine own;
Soon must their journey end,
Fast to the grave they wend;
Father, their souls befriend,
Make them Thine own.
Then shall they happy be,
All made Thine own;
Shout then the victory,
All, all Thine own!
Satan shall lose his prey,
Mercy shall win the day;
Each shall with rapture say,
"All, all Thine own!"
There Is a City Bright
There is a city bright,
Closed are its gates to sin;
Naught that defileth,
Naught that defileth,
Can ever enter in.
Saviour, I come to Thee!
O Lamb of God, I pray—
Cleanse me and save me,
Cleanse me and save me,
Take all my sins away.
Lord, make me from this hour,
Thy loving child to be,
Kept by Thy power,
Kept by Thy power,
From all that grieveth Thee.
There in the snowy dress
Of Thy redeemed I'll stand,
Faultless and stainless,
Faultless and stainless,
Safe in that happy land.
There Is a Happy Land
There is a happy land,
Far, far away;
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is the Saviour King!
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
Come to that happy land,
Come, come away—
Why will you doubting stand?
Why still delay?
Oh! we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free!
Lord, we shall live with Thee!
Blest, blest for aye.
Two Little Eyes to Look to God
Two little eyes to look to God,
Two little ears to hear His Word,
Two little feet to walk His ways,
Two hands to work for Him all my days.
One little tongue to speak His truth,
One little heart for Him now in my youth;
Take them, Lord Jesus, and let them be
Always obedient and true to Thee.
Long Ago a Flood Was Coming
Long ago a flood was coming
On the world with evil filled,
But a man of faith, named Noah,
Warned of God, an ark did build.
Years passed by, while God in patience,
Waited ere the flood began;
Noah preached, and warned, and pleaded,
Telling of God's gracious plan.
Boys and girls, and men, and women,
Laughed and scoffed at what they heard;
Chose to follow sinful pleasures,
Thoughtless of the warning word.
But at last—the ark completed—
Time had come for rain to fall;
Birds and beasts by twos and sevens,
Gathered in, with food for all.
Creeping things were not forgotten.
Two of each were sheltered there—
For while foolish men are scoffing,
Little things will show God's care!
Noah too, and all his household,
Safely o'er the threshold passed;
Then God shut the door upon them—
Judgment's day had come at last.
Rain came down, and floods of water
Covered hills and mountains o'er,
All were drowned outside the shelter,
Just as Noah warned before.
But the ark, and all within it,
Calmly rose above the tide;
Judgment's storms can never reach them
Who in God's own Word confide!
God has warned of greater sorrows,
He has told of judgment sore
Which will fall on Christ-rejectors
When the day of grace is o'er.
But His only Son once suffered,
He for us the judgment bore;
Those who come to Him are sheltered
By His blood, forevermore.
Little Children, Praise the Saviour
Little children, praise the Saviour;
He regards you from above.
Praise Him for His great salvation,
Praise Him for His gracious love!
Sweet hosannas, sweet hosannas
To the name of Jesus sing.
Praise Him for His great salvation,
Praise Him for His gracious love!
When the anxious mothers round Him,
With their tender infants pressed,
He with open arms received them,
And the little ones He blest.
Sweet hosannas, sweet hosannas
To the name of Jesus sing.
He with open arms received them,
And the little ones He blest.
Little children, praise the Saviour;
Praise Him, your undying Friend;
Praise Him, till above you meet Him;
There to praise Him without end.
Sweet hosannas, sweet hosannas
To the name of Jesus sing.
Praise Him, till above you meet Him;
There to praise Him without end.
We Are Glad We Ever Heard the Blessed News
We are glad we ever heard the blessed news,
How that Jesus died to pay our mighty dues,
And that God has said He never will refuse
Those who trust in Jesus' blood.
Blessed news! joyful news!
Blessed news! joyful news!
Blessed news! joyful news!
Sound the joyful tidings forth!
We are glad we ever heard the blessed news,
How that Jesus died to pay our mighty dues,
And that God has said He never will refuse
Those who trust in Jesus' blood.
Oh! what love of God to send Him from on high,
Oh! what love of Jesus thus to bleed and die,
Oh! what love we owe for pardon brought so nigh,
Through faith in Jesus' blood!
But if we the fullness of that love would know,
And to that bright home of peace and joy would go,
We must know our sins forgiven while here below,
Through faith in Jesus' blood.
We Are Little Children, Very Young Indeed
We are little children, very young indeed,
But the Saviour's promise each of us may plead.
If we seek Him early,
If we come today,
We can be His little friends,
He has said we may.
Little friends of Jesus, what a happy thought!
What a precious promise in the Bible taught!
Little friends of Jesus, walking by His side,
With His arms around us, every step to guide.
We should love Him dearly with a constant love;
Soon we'll go and see Him in our home above.
When He Cometh, When He Cometh
When He cometh, when He cometh,
To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
Like the stars of the morning,
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in His beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.
He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom;
All the saved ones, all the bright ones,
His loved and His own.
Little children, little children,
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
Who Came Down From Heaven to Earth
Who came down from heaven to earth?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Came a child of lowly birth?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Sound the chorus loud and clear—
He hath brought salvation near;
None so precious, none so dear:
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Who was lifted on the tree?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
There to ransom you and me?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Who hath promised to forgive?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Who hath said, "Believe and live"?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Who is now enthroned above?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Whom should we obey and love?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Who again from heaven shall come?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Take to glory all His own?
Jesus Christ our Saviour.
I Claim for My Own a King on a Throne
I claim for my own a King on a throne,
The Maker of land and of sea;
Whose throne is on high, who ever is nigh,
To love and care for me.
Wide, wide as the ocean,
High as the heavens above,
Deep, deep as the deepest sea,
Is my Saviour's love.
I, though so unworthy,
Still am a child of His care,
For His Word teaches me
That His love reaches me
Everywhere.
I wander away, from Him I might stray,
But ever the sound of His voice
Is calling to me, where'er I may be,
To make my heart rejoice.
The byways are fair, but often a snare
Is hidden where pleasures abound;
So close to His side I'll ever abide,
For safety there is found.
He left His bright home, His glorious throne,
To die upon Calvary's tree;
His blood there was spilt, to cleanse me from guilt,
He died—He lives for me.
The path is marked out, till called by the shout,
To meet with my Lord in the air.
The Spirit's the power, to walk till that hour,
The object of God's care.
Yield Not to Temptation
Yield not to temptation,
For yielding is sin;
Each victory will help you
Some other to win;
Fight prayerfully onward,
Dark passions subdue;
Look ever to Jesus,
He will carry you through.
Ask the Saviour to help you,
Comfort, strengthen and keep you;
He is willing to aid you;
He will carry you through.
Shun evil companions,
Bad language disdain;
God's name hold in reverence—
Don't take it in vain;
Be thoughtful and earnest,
Kindhearted and true;
Look ever to Jesus,
He will carry you through.
To him that o'ercometh
God giveth a crown;
Through faith we shall conquer,
Though often cast down;
He who is our Saviour
Our strength will renew;
Look ever to Jesus,
He will carry you through.
Years I Spent in Vanity and Pride
Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified;
Knowing not it was for me He died
On Calvary.
Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
Pardon there was multiplied to me;
There my burdened soul found liberty
At Calvary.
By God's Word at last my sin I learned,
Then I trembled at the truth I'd spurned,
Till my guilty soul, imploring, turned
To Calvary.
Oh! the love that drew salvation's plan,
Oh! the grace that brought it down to man,
Oh! the mighty gulf that God did span
At Calvary.
How Wondrous a Saviour Is God's Blessed Son
How wondrous a Saviour is God's blessed Son!
How great and eternal the work He has done!
God's glory maintained by His death on the tree,
While mercy flows freely to you and to me.
How free is the pardon His blood has procured!
How blessed the welcome His name has ensured
To all who confess Him their Saviour and Lord,
Now brought into favor, believing His Word.
On Calvary see Him, who died in our stead,
Exhausting God's judgment, when for us He bled;
God's wrath He endurèd on Calvary's tree,
By weakness and dying, the victor was He.
Oh! why remain distant, when God calls thee near?
In love that dismisses all bondage and fear.
Oh, why remain Christless, when thou may'st be blest?
Oh, why remain weary, when Christ giveth rest?
The moments are fleeting; then haste, why delay?
Secure God's salvation, while still 'tis today;
Eternity's ages thy soul has to face—
In blackness of darkness, or riches of grace.
The Master Is Come. O Thou Lost One, Arise
The Master is come. O thou lost one, arise,
And hear His soft breathing to you.
Oh, list to His voice, He has come from the skies
Your soul with His mercies to strew.
He has come with a balm for the wounded and sore,
For the weary and burdened below;
He has come His bright banner your soul to spread o'er,
That you to the Father may go,
That you to the Father may go.
He has come and has shed His own precious blood,
The lost and the ruined to save;
He has shown His great love to His Father and God
By accepting the cross and the grave.
O my soul, He has come to encircle thee round
With a blessing too wondrous to tell,
And thou shalt forever rejoice in the sound
That "Jesus hath done all things well,"
That "Jesus hath done all things well."
The Master has come, He has gone, and once more
He shall come in His glory again,
In His love to take up His redeemed ones before
His judgments shall fall upon men.
The Master has come—He is coming again—
He shall in His glory appear:
Then bow to Him, man, as the Lamb that was slain,
And His love shall cast out every fear,
And His love shall cast out every fear.
Oh, Come to Jesus, Sinner, Come
Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come,
And have thy sins forgiven.
A mansion bright, a robe of white
He offers thee in heaven.
Oh, come to Jesus, sinner, come!
Come, while He offers thee
His wondrous love, a home above
For all eternity.
A loving Saviour He, whose blood
Avails to cleanse from sin.
He died the mighty debt to pay
And give thee peace within.
Come as thou art, defiled, undone;
And wait not to improve,
His blood alone, can e'er atone
For sin, thy guilt remove.
The feast is spread; e'en while we plead,
God's house is filling fast.
Do not delay, soon mercy's day
Forever will be past.
The Spirit and the bride say, "Come";
O sinner, 'tis for thee—
The Saviour's love, a home above
For all eternity.
O Soul, Are You Weary and Troubled
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There's light for a look at the Saviour,
And life more abundant and free!
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face;
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.
Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conquerors we are!
His word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well;
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!
Now Have I Seen Thee and Found Thee
Now have I seen Thee and found Thee,
For Thou hast found Thy sheep,
I fled, but Thy love would follow,
I strayed, but Thy love would keep.
Thou'st granted my heart's desire,
Most blest of the blessed is he
Who findeth no rest and no sweetness,
Till he resteth, O Lord, in Thee.
To Thee, Lord, my heart unfoldeth,
As the rose to the golden sun;
To Thee, Lord, mine arms are clinging,
The eternal joy's begun;
Forever, through endless ages,
Thy cross and Thy sorrow shall be
The glory, the song and the sweetness,
That makes heaven, heaven to me.
Let one in his innocence glory,
Another in works he has done;
Thy blood is my claim and title,
Besides it, O Lord, I've none.
The scorned, the despised, the rejected,
Thou'st come to this heart of mine,
In Thy robes of eternal glory,
Thou welcomest me to Thine.
The hart panteth after the waters,
The dying, for life that departs;
The Lord in His glory for sinners,
For the love of rebellious hearts.
Call back all the days of the ages,
All raindrops come down from above,
All flowers of summers departed,
But think not to measure His love.
Behold Him, O soul, where He told it,
Pale, bleeding and bearing thy sin;
He knocking, said, "Open, belovèd,"
I pray thee to let Me come in.
Behold, I have borne all the judgment,
Thy sins, O belovèd, are gone;
Forgotten, forgotten forever,
If sought for, God findeth not one.
"Behold, with what labor I won thee,
Behold in My hands and My feet,
The tale of My measureless sorrow—
Of love that made sorrow so sweet.
A flax-thread in oceans of fire
How soon swallowed up would it be;
Yet sooner in oceans of mercy,
The sinner that cometh to Me."
"Revive Thy Work, O Lord
"Revive Thy work, O Lord!"
Thy mighty arm make bare;
Speak with the voice which wakes the dead,
And make Thy people hear.
"Revive Thy work, O Lord!"
Create soul-thirst for Thee;
And hungering for the bread of life,
Oh, may our spirits be!
"Revive Thy work, O Lord!"
Exalt Thy precious name;
And, by the Holy Ghost, our love
For Thee and Thine inflame.
"Revive Thy work, O Lord!"
Give power unto Thy Word,
Grant that Thy blessed gospel may
In living faith be heard.
"Revive Thy work, O Lord!"
And give refreshing showers;
The glory shall be all Thine own,
The blessing, Lord, be ours!
The Father, From Eternity
The Father, from eternity,
Chose us, O Jesus Christ, in Thee,
In Thee, His well-belovèd;
And we, as given to Thee—Thy bride,
In Thee, Lord Jesus, can confide;
Thy love remains unmovèd.
From Thee daily
Strength receiving—to Thee cleaving,
Blessed Saviour,
May we all show forth Thy praises.
Before the world we'd make our boast,
That Thou, in whom is all our trust,
Art Lord of life and glory;
And soon Thou'lt bring us to that place
Where we shall see Thee face to face,
And, glorified, adore Thee.
Amen! Be then
Praise and blessing—never ceasing
To Thee given
Here and when we come to heaven.
O My Saviour Crucified
O my Saviour crucified,
Near Thy cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus bruised and put to shame,
Tells the glories of God's name;
Holy judgment there I found,
Grace did there o'er sin abound.
God is love, I surely know,
In the Saviour's depth of woe,
In the Sinless, in God's sight,
Sin is justly brought to light.
In His spotless soul's distress,
I have learned my guiltiness;
Oh, how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!
Rent the veil that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord,
Ever be His name adored!
Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find
Fashioned like my Saviour's mind.
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