Acapella Hymn Player

Oh God our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home.

Under the shadow of Your throne
Your saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Your arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting You are God,
To endless years the same.

Our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Oh be our Guide while troubles last,
And our eternal Home!

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer!

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, 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.

I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me.
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.

Refrain: Yes I’ll sing (yes, I’ll sing)
The wondrous story (the wondrous story)
Of the Christ (of the Christ)
Who died for me (who died for me)
Sing it with (sing it with)
The saints in glory (the saints in glory)
Gathered by (gathered by)
The crystal sea (the crystal sea).

I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.

I was bruised, but Jesus healed me;
Faint was I from many-a-fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.

Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s paths I often tread,
But the Savior still is with me;
By His hand I’m safely led.

He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

One there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end;

Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God;

When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;

O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas, forget too often
What a Friend we have above.

Thou art worthy, thou art worthy,
thou art worthy, oh Lord;
To receive glory, glory and honor,
glory and honor and power.
For Thou hast created, hast all things created,
for thou hast created all things;
And for Thy pleasure they are created. 
Thou art worthy oh, Lord.

Blest are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one,
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.

Blest is the favored house,
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

Thus when on Aaron’s head,
They poured the rich perfume;
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.

Thus when on heavenly hills,
The saints are blessed above;
Where joy, like morning dew, distills,
And all the air is love.

Faith is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our sight,
It pierces through the veil of sense,
And dwells in heav’nly light.

It sets times past in present view,
Brings distant prospects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

By faith we know the worlds were made
By God’s almighty word;
Abram, to unknown countries led,
By faith obeyed the Lord.

He sought a city fair and high,
Built by th’ eternal hands,
And faith assures us, though we die,
That heav’nly building stands.

Brethren, we have met to worship
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One comes down;
Let us pray that holy manna 
May be showered all around.

Look and see poor mourners ‘round you,
Fearing, trembling as they go,
Longing for a consolation;
Will you comfort them or no?
Let us tell them of the Savior,
Tell them that He will be found;
Let us pray that holy manna
May be showered all around.

Is there here a trembling jailor,
Seeking peace and filled with fears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Let us join our prayers to help them,
Let our faith and love abound.
Let us pray that holy manna
May be showered all around.

Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for mourners
Till their Savior they can view.
Then we’ll love them still the better,
Take them to our kind embrace,
Journey with them on to glory,
There to sing redeeming grace.

Jesus is all I wish or want,
For Him I pray, I thirst, I pant.
Let others after earth aspire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Possessed of Him, I ask no more,
He is an all-sufficient store;
To praise Him all my pow’rs conspire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

If He His smiling face but hide,
My soul no comfort has beside;
Distressed, I after Him inquire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

And while my heart is racked with pain,
Jesus appears and smiles again;
While should my Savior thus retire?
Christ is the treasure I desire.

Come humble souls and view his charms,
Take refuge in His loving arms,
And sing while you His worth admire,
Christ is the treasure I desire.

O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded,
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow,
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love for Thee.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my Battle shield, Sword for my fight;
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, and Thou my high Tow’r,
Raise Thou me heav’nward, oh Pow’r of my pow’r.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise;
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, oh bright heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.

Tempted and tried, we’re oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long;
While there are others living about us,
Never molested, though in the wrong.

Refrain: Farther along we’ll know all about it,
Farther along we’ll understand why;
Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,
We’ll understand it all by and by.

When death has taken our loved ones,
It leaves our home so lonely and drear,
Then do we wonder why others prosper,
Living so wicked year after year.

“Faithful till death,” said our loving Master;
A few more days to labor and wait;
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing,
As we sweep through the beautiful gate.

When we see Jesus coming in glory,
When He comes from His home in the sky,
Then we shall meet him in that bright mansion.
We’ll understand it all by and by.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need your presence every passing hour.
What but your grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

Hold now Thy Word before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heav’n’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Farewell vain world, I’m going home;
My Savior bids me come,
Sweet angels beckon from on high,
Then oh how sweet to die!

I’m glad that I am born to die,
From grief my soul shall fly,
Sweet angels beckon from on high,
Then oh how sweet to die!

I’ll praise my Savior while I’ve breath,
I’ll praise Him after death,
I’ll praise His matchless name on high.
Then oh how sweet to die!

I soon shall pass this vail of death,
When I shall lose my breath,
And then my happy soul shall fly.
Then oh how sweet to die!

Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Refrain: I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, hallelujah, by and by,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

When the shadows of this life have gone,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Just a few more weary days and then,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away);
To a land where joy shall never end,
I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).

Man of sorrows – what a name,
For the Son of God, who came,
Ruined sinners to reclaim:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned he stood,
Sealed my pardon with his blood:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was he,
Full atonement, can it be?
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished” was his cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah, what a Savior!

When he comes, our glorious King,
All his ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, what a Savior!

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see his banners go!

Refrain: Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!

At the sign of triumph, Satan’s host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise!

Like a mighty army moves the church of God;
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod;
We are not divided; all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song;
Glory, laud, and honor, unto Christ the King;
This through countless ages men and angels sing.

Faith of our fathers! living still
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Our fathers chained in prisons dark
Were still in heart and conscience free.
How sweet would be their children’s fate
If they, like them, could die for thee.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers! we will love
Both friend and foe in all our strife;
And preach thee, too, as love knows how,
By kindly words and virtuous life:
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

How happy’s every child of grace,
Who feels his sins forgiven!
“This earth,” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight;
Yet, O! By faith I see,
A land of rest, the saints’ delight,
A heaven prepar’d for me.”

O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day:
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ conceal’d,
And with his glorious presence here,
Our longing hearts are fill’d.

When He shall more of heaven bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go,
To meet the God I love:
In rapturous awe on him I’ll gaze,
Who died to set me free,
And sing and shout redeeming grace,
In vast eternity.

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain: It is well (it is well),
With my soul (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord haste the day, when the faith shall be sight;
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend.
“Even so”, it is well with my soul.

Jesus is our great salvation,
Worthy of our best esteem;
He hath saved his favorite nation;
Christ alone could us redeem.

When involved in sin and ruin,
And no helper there was found,
Jesus our distress was viewing;
Grace did more than sin abound.

Free election known by calling,
Is a privilege divine;
Saints are kept from final falling;
All the glory Lord is thine!

Let us never Lord forget thee;
Make us walk as children here.
We will give thee all the glory,
And rejoice with holy fear.

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,
And thus surround the throne.

We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King
But children of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad,
May speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets,
Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high,
To fairer worlds on high.

Prepare me, gracious God,
To stand before thy face;
Thy spirit must the work perform,
For it is all of grace.

In Christ’s obedience clothe,
And wash me in his blood:
So shall I lift my head with joy,
Among the sons of God.

Do thou my sins subdue,
Thy sovereign love make known;
The spirit of my mind renew,
And save me in thy son.

Let me attest thy power
Let me thy goodness prove,
‘Till my full soul can hold no more
Of everlasting love.

Hungry, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again
Assembled at Thy mercies’ door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

Thy word invites us nigh
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

The food our spirits want
Thy hand alone can give;
Oh, hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat, and live.

O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

Where dost Thou, dear Shepherd, resort with Thy sheep
To feed them in pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in this wilderness rove?

Oh why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see
And smile at the tears I have shed.

Restore, my dear Savior, the light of Thy face.
Thy soul-cheering comfort impart.
And let Thy sweet tokens of pardoning grace
Bring joy to my desolate heart.

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word;
He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

Jesus before Thy face I fall
My Lord, my life, my hope, my all.
For I have no where else to flee,
No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.

In Thee I every glory view
Of safety, strength, and beauty too,
Beloved Savior ever be
A sanctuary unto me.

Whatever foes or fears betide
In Thy dear bosom let me hide
And while I pour my soul to Thee
Do Thou my sanctuary be.

Through life and all it’s changing scenes
And all the grief that intervenes,
‘Tis this supports my fainting heart,
That Thou my sanctuary art.

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of God’s redeeming love.

Here I raise my Eben-ezer;
Hither by thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
The work of faith will not be done
Till thou obtain the crown.

Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

When we assunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord;
Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word.
Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak,
Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek.

Take time to be holy, the world rushes on;
Spend much time in secret, with Jesus alone.
By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be;
Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see.

Take time to be holy, let Him be thy Guide;
And run not before Him, whatever betide.
In joy or in sorrow, still follow the Lord,
And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His Word.

Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul,
Each thought and each motive beneath His control.
Thus led by His Spirit to fountains of love,
Thou soon shalt be fitted for service above.

Guide me, O my great Redeemer,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more,
Feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams doth flow.
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my strength and shield,
Be Thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside.
Death of death, and hell’s Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises
I will ever sing to you,
I will ever sing to you.

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee.

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to thee.

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;
All that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee.

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee.

Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee;

How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow’rs,
Have all lost their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
December’s as pleasant as May.

His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.

Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of seasons or place
Would make any change in my mind.
While blest with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winter so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore,
Or take me unto Thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that’s sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me:

A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone:

A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within:

A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect and right and pure and good —
A copy, Lord, of thine.

On the mountain’s top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion, long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,
God himself shall loose thy bands,
Mourning captive,
God himself shall loose thy bands,

Lo! thy sun is risen in glory,
God himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance
Zion’s King will surely send,
Great deliverance
Zion’s King will surely send.

Peace and joy shall now attend thee,
All thy warfare now be past.
God Thy Savior will defend thee,
Victory is thine at last!
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.

I am a stranger here below
And what I am tis hard to know.
I am so vile, so full of sin
I fear that I’m not born again

When I experience call to mind,
My understanding is so blind.
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me fear that I am wrong.

I find myself out of the way,
My thoughts are often gone astray.
Like one alone I seem to be.
Oh. Is there anyone like me?

It’s seldom I can ever see
Myself as I would wish to be.
What I desire I can’t attain,
From what I hate I can’t refrain.

My nature is so prone to sin
Which makes my duty so unclean,
That when I count up all the cost,
Without free grace I know I’m lost.

I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
In my distress He kindly will help me;
He ever loves and cares for His own.

I must tell Jesus!
I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus!
I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;
He is a kind, compassionate friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
Make of my troubles quickly an end.

Tempted and tried, I need a great Savior,
One who can help my burdens to bear;
I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;
He all my cares and sorrows will share.

O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
Over the world the vict’ry to win

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev’ry change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav’nly Friend
Thro’ thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice, who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the veil of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hast’ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last. Amen.

When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away.
Not a doubt or a fear,
Not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss,
Not a frown or a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove
The delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favor He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.

I have found His grace is all complete,
He supplieth every need;
While I sit and learn at Jesus’ feet,
I am free, yes, free indeed.

It is joy unspeakable and full of glory,
Full of glory, full of glory;
It is joy unspeakable and full of glory,
Oh, the half has never yet been told.

I have found the pleasure I once craved,
It is joy and peace within;
What a wondrous blessing, I am saved
From the awful gulf of sin.

I have found that hope so bright and clear,
Living in the realm of grace;
Oh, the Savior’s presence is so near,
I can see His smiling face.

I have found the joy no tongue can tell,
How its waves of glory roll;
It is like a great o’erflowing well,
Springing up within my soul.

Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase:
Perfect, yet still floweth fuller every day;
Perfect, yet still groweth deeper all the way.

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest,
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand.
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry, touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of love.
We may trust Him fully all for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.

How happy’s every child of grace
Who feels his sins forgiven!
“This earth,” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight;
Yet, O! By faith I see
A land of rest, the saints’ delight,
A heaven prepar’d for me.”

O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day:
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ conceal’d,
And with his glorious presence here
Our longing hearts are fill’d.

When He shall more of heaven bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go
To meet the God I love:
In rapturous awe on him I’ll gaze
Who died to set me free,
And sing and shout redeeming grace
In vast eternity.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In ev’ry high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the ‘whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in Him be found,
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far His pow’r prolongs my days;
And ev’ry evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of His grace.

Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past
And gives me strength for days to come.

In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things
My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of His wings.

I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head;
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

How I love the great Redeemer
Who is doing so much for me;
With what joy I’ll tell the story
Of the love that makes men free.
Till my earthly life is ended,
I will send songs above,
Then beside the crystal sea
More and more my soul shall be
Praising Jesus and His love.

Refrain: He is ev’rything to me to me
He is ev’rything to me,
And ev’rything shall always be;
I will never cease to raise a song of gladness in His praise;
Here, and in the world above,
My soul shall sing of saving love;
Life and light and joy is He,
The precious friend who died for me.

He has purchased my redemption
Rolled my burden of sin away,
And is walking on beside me,
Growing dearer day by day.
That is why I sing His praises
That is why joy is mine,
That is why forevermore
On the everlasting shore
I shall sing of love divine.

Glory be to Him forever!
Endless praises to Christ the Lamb!
He has filled my life with sunshine,
He has made me what I am.
O that ev’ryone would know Him,
O that all would adore!
O that all would trust the love
Of the mighty Friend above
And be His forever more.

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.

Refrain: But I know Whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

When Thou, my righteous Judge shall come
To fetch Thy ransomed people home,
To fetch Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?

I love to meet among them now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all:
But can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?

Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace;
Be Thou dear Lord, my hiding place,
Be Thou dear Lord, my hiding place,
In this accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
And grant me faith, I pray.

Let me among Thy saints be found
Whene’er th’archangel’s trump shall sound,
Whene’er th’archangel’s trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loud among the crowd I’ll sing,
While heaven’s resounding mansions ring,
While heaven’s resounding mansions ring,
With shouts of sovereign grace.

What shall I render to my God
For all His kindness shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.

Among the saints that fill Thine house
My off’rings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

How happy all Thy servants are!
How great Thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made Thy care,
Lord, I devote to Thee.

Now I am Thine, forever Thine,
Nor shall my purpose move
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with Thy love.

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

Ye winged seraph fly, bear the news, bear the news
Ye winged seraph fly, like comets thru the sky,
Fill vast eternity with the news, with the news.
Fill vast eternity with the news.

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb Who is the great “I Am”;
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing.

Ye friends of Zion’s King, join the praise, join the praise;
Ye friends of Zion’s King, With harps and voices sing,
And strike each tuneful string in His praise, in His praise,
And strike each tuneful string in His praise.

Jesus His name, it shall be called,
The holy angel said,
For “He shall save His people” all
By suff’ring in their stead.

This heav’nly message we believe:
That Christ should come to save,
This precious gospel we receive
And give Him all the praise.

He healed the sick, gave back the dead,
He spake and it was done,
And trusting Him, we need not dread
The cold and silent tomb.

He rose a victor over death,
And back to Heav’n has gone;
But will return again to earth
To take His people home.

O blessed Jesus, my dear Friend,
Alone I look to Thee;
And when my little life shall end,
I pray remember me.

Praise the Savior, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

Jesus is the Name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
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, O 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 that are not now, nor could be,
Soon shall be our own.

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices,
Sound the notes of praise above!
Jesus reigns, and Heav’n rejoices,
Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Jesus rules the world alone.

Jesus, hail! Whose glory brightens,
All above, and gives its worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth;
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Lord, we own it love divine.

King of glory, reign forever!
Thine an everlasting crown.
Nothing from Thy love shall sever,
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own:
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Destined to behold Thy face.

Savior, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O bring the glor’ous day,
When, the awful summons bearing,
Heav’n and earth shall pass away;
Then with golden harps we’ll sing,
“Glory, glory to our King!”
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
“Glory, glory to our King!”

Lord, how delightful ’tis to see,
A whole assembly worship Thee;
At once they sing, at once they pray,
They hear of heav’n and learn the way.

I have been there, and still would go,
‘Tis like a little heav’n below;
Not all that hell or sin can say,
Shalt tempt me to forget this day.

O write upon my mem’ry, Lord,
The text and doctrine of Thy word;
That I may break Thy laws no more,
But love Thee better than before.

With tho’ts of Christ and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That hoping pardon thru His blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.

What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God.

How vain a toy is glitt’ring wealth
If once compared to Thee;
Or what’s my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

Were I possessor pf the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore,
Grant me the visits of Thy face,
And I desire no more.

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Greater than all my sin –
How shall my tongue describe it?
Where shall His praise begin?
Taking away my burden,
Setting my spirit free;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Refrain Wonderful the matchless grace, the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea, the rolling sea!
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me!
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame!
O magnify the precious Name of Jesus!
Praise His Name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching to save the lost –
By it I have been pardoned,
Saved to the uttermost.
Chains have been torn asunder,
Giving me liberty;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching the most defiled –
By its transforming power
Making him God’s dear child,
Purchasing peace and heaven
For all eternity;
And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed what God has planned;
I only know at His right hand
Is One who is my Savior!

I take Him at His word indeed:
“Christ died for sinners,” this I read;
For in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my Savior!

That He should leave his place on high
And come for sinful man to die,
You count it strange? so once did I,
Before I knew my Savior!

And oh, that He fulfilled may see
The travail of His soul in me,
And with His work contented be,
As I with my dear Savior!

Yes, living, dying, let me bring my strength,
My solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior!

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pard’ning love be found.

Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov’ring round Thy Word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

O Depth of mercy! can it be
That mercy’s still reserved for me?
Ah, can my God His wrath forbear,
And me the chief of sinners spare?

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A foll’wer of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His Name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I would fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thy armies shine
In robes of vict’ry through skies,
The glory shall be Thine.

Jesus! what a friend for sinners!
Jesus! lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Refrain: Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my strength, my victory wins.

Jesus! what a help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my comfort, helps my soul.

Jesus! what a guide and keeper!
While the tempest still is high;
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my pilot, hears my cry.

God has not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God has not promised sun without rain,
Peace without sorrow, joy without pain.

But God has promised strength as our day,
Rest when we labor, light on the way,
Grace for our trials, help from above,
Unfailing kindness, undying love.

Tho’ we have mingled sunshine and rain,
Clouds decked with rainbows, joy mixed with pain,
Let us still trust His mercies right on,
And sing His praises all the day long.

I love my Savior, God,
Be-cause He first loved me;
Be-cause He shed His precious blood
To set my spirit free.

‘Twas love my bosom felt,
And made me wipe mine eyes,
When low before His throne I knelt
To pour my feeble cries.

Touched by His Dying love,
I melted into grief,
Swift on the wings of love He moved
And bro’t me sweet relief.

With my whole heart I love
The God that loved and bled,
Who left the shining realms above
And suffered in my stead.

Who can forbear to love
A God so good and kind?
Sure He is worthy to be loved
By me and all mankind.

Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.

Refrain: Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Whiter than snow you may be today.

Help us to help each other, Lord,
Each other’s cross to bear;
Let each His friendly aid afford,
And feel his brother’s care.

Help us to build each other up,
Our little stock improve;
Increase our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love.

Up unto Thee, the living Head,
Let us in all things grow;
Till Thou hast made us free indeed,
And spotless here below.

Then, when the mighty work is wrought,
Receive Thy ready bride;
Give us in heav’n a happy lot
With all the sanctified.

When all my labors and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will be eternal glory for me.

Refrain: O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in Heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will be eternal glory for me.

Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will be eternal glory for me.

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee.
‘Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee!
I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation;
Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,
For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee,
Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving,
Not my deserving.

Our Father, Lord of heaven and earth,
let praise and honor clothe your name.
Your kingdom come, your will be done;
throughout the world complete your reign.
Teach us, O Lord, to trust in you,
for bread and breath each day anew.

Forgive us, Lord, our sins and debts
as we to debtors show your grace.
Remove us from all tempting paths
and guard us from the devil’s ways;
for glory, strength, and heaven’s throne,
belong to you, and you alone. Amen.

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the LORD with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The LORD ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the LORD our God is good,
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood
And shall from age to age endure.

All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall,
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him

Refrain: And crown Him.
Crown Him, crown Him, crown Him,
And crown Him Lord of all!

Crown him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call,
Who from His altar call.
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod

Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace.

Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget,
The wormwood and the gall,
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet.

Let every tongue and every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe.

Oh, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We at his feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song.

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun,
Does its successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

To him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head.
His name like sweet perfume shall rise,
With every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim,
Their early blessings on his name.

Blessings abound where’er he reigns:
The prisoners leap to lose their chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all who suffer want are blest.

Let every creature rise and bring,
The highest honors to our King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.

To Canaan’s land I’m on my way,
Where the soul (of man) never dies;
My darkest night will turn to day,
Where the soul (of man) never dies.

No sad farewells (dear friends there’ll be no sad farewells),
No tear dimmed eyes (there’ll be no tear-dimmed eyes),
Where all is love (where all is peace and joy and love),
And the soul (of man) never dies.

A rose is blooming there for me,
Where the soul (of man) never dies;
And I will spend eternity,
Where the soul (of man) never dies.

The love light beams across the foam,
Where the soul (of man) never dies;
It shines to light the shores of home,
Where the soul (of man) never dies.

My life will end in deathless sleep,
Where the soul (of man) never dies;
And everlasting joys I’ll reap,
Where the soul (of man) never dies.

I’m on my way to that fair land,
Where the soul (of man) never dies;
Where there will be no parting hand,
Where the soul (of man) never dies.

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee,
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.

Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,

Take my will and make it thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is thine own;
It shall be thy royal throne.

Lord I give my life to thee,
Thine forever more to be!
Lord I give my life to thee,
Thine forever more to be!

Jesus, Thou art the sinner’s Friend;
As such I look to Thee;
Now, in the fulness of Thy love,
O Lord, remember me.

Remember Thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary,
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

Thou wondrous Advocate with God,
I yield myself to Thee;
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,
Oh Lord, remember me.

I own guilty, own I’m vile,
Yet Thy salvation’s free;
And in Thine all-abounding grace,
Oh Lord, remember me.

Howe’er forsaken or despised,
Howe’er oppressed I be,
Howe’er forgotten here on earth,
Do Thou remember me.

And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature helps all flee,
Then, oh, my great Redeemer God,
I pray remember me.

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
‘Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By His Son God now has spoken:
‘Tis the true and faithful Word.

Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends thro’ fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great,
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ, the Rock of our salvation,
His the Name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.

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.

Refrain: Sing, O 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.

I will sing of my Redeemer
And his heavenly love for me;
He from death to life has brought me,
Son of God, with him to be.

Be ye holy as God is holy,
Be ye holy as God is holy
Just as He who calls us is holy
Be holy before the Lord.

God gives grace sufficient
And strength to run the race
And He calls us to be holy
Holy before His face.

Be ye holy as God is holy
Be ye holy as God is holy
Just as He who calls us is holy
Be holy before the Lord.

I will call upon the Lord (I will call upon the Lord)
Who is worthy to be praised (Who is worthy to be praised)
So shall I be saved from mine enemies (So shall I be saved from mine enemies)

Who is God except the Lord (Who is God except the Lord?)
Who a Rock beside our God?
To a higher place He delivered me.

So will I give thanks to Thee,
And sing praises to Thy name.
Be exalted, Lord, in Thy mighty power.

The Lord liveth, and blessed be my Rock,
And let the God of my salvation be exalted.
The Lord liveth, and blessed be my Rock
And let the God of my salvation be exalted.

How can I a lowly mortal
Born an earthling, formed of clay,
Seek to praise the Lord Jehovah,
Who has turned my night to day?
How can such a one of Adam,
Long estranged from God above,
Hope to find His blessed favor,
Hope to know His blessed love?

For His eye is far too pure to
Look upon this sinful frame.
His own perfect Being never
Can accept my sin and shame.
Oh that I knew where to seek Him,
Oh that He might smile on me!
But unless my sin is covered,
Such a joy can never be.

But, oh listen, do you hear it,
Do you hear the glad new song?
It is telling how the Savior
Has been sent to save his own!
Blessed Jesus died to save me,
Save me from the fatal sting.
Now I know that He’s my Savior;
Praises to my Lord and King!
Amen.

Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what he deems best –
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares he feign would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Power.
The protection of his child and treasure
Is a charge that on himself he laid:
“As your days, your strength shall be in measure” –
This the pledge to me he made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

Hark! the Jubilee is sounding,
O the joyful news is come,
Free salvation is proclaimed
In and through God’s only Son.
Now we have complete redemption,
Thru the meek and lowly Lamb,
Glory, honor, and salvation,
Christ the Lord is come to reign.

Now let each one cease from wand’ring,
Come and follow Christ the Way;
We shall all receive a blessing,
If from him we do not stray;
Golden moments we’ve neglected,
Yet the Lord forgives again.
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Christ the Lord is come to reign.

Come, let’s run our race with patience,
Looking unto Christ the Lord,
Who doth live and reign forever,
With his Father and our God:
He is worthy to be praised,
He is our exalted king,
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Christ the Lord is come to reign.

Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,
Praise him, praise him evermore.
May his great love now constrain us,
His great name for to adore:
O then let us join together,
Crowns of glory to obtain,
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Christ the Lord is come to reign.

Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing his mercy and his grace;
In the mansions bright and blessed
He’ll prepare for us a place.

Refrain: When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus
We’ll sing and shout the victory.

While we walk the pilgrim pathway
Clouds will overspread the sky,
But when traveling days are over,
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

Onward to the prize before us
Soon His beauty we’ll behold.
Soon the pearly gates will open,
We shall tread the streets of gold.

Let us then be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving every day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.

Rejoice, the Lord is King:
Your God and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Jesus, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took his seat above;
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heav’n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv’n:
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands,
For our offenses given;
But now at God’s right hand He stands
And brings us light from heaven.
Therefore let us joyful be
And sing to God right thankfully
Loud songs of hallelujah.
Hallelujah!

It was a strange and dreadful strife
When life and death contended;
The victory remained with life,
The reign of death was ended.
Holy Scripture plainly saith
That death is swallowed up by death;
His sting is lost forever.
Hallelujah!

Here the true Paschal Lamb we see,
Whom God so freely gave us;
He died on the accursed tree –
So strong His love to save us.
See, His blood doth mark our door;
Faith points to it, death passes o’er,
And Satan cannot harm us.
Hallelujah!

So let us keep the festival
Whereto the Lord invites us;
Christ is Himself the Joy of all,
The Sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth impart
Eternal sunshine to the heart;
The night of sin is ended.
Hallelujah!

Then let us feast this joyful day
On Christ the bread of heaven
The word of Grace that purged away
The old and evil leaven
Christ alone our souls will feed
He is our meat and drink indeed
Faith lives upon no other!
Hallelujah!

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound.

Refrain: The year of jubilee is come!
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Jesus, our great high priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:

Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through all the lands proclaim.

Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live.

Awake! awake! and sing the blessed story;
Awake! awake! and let your song of praise arise;
Awake! awake! the earth is full of glory,
And light is beaming from the radiant skies;
(Men) The rocks and rills, the vales and hills resound with gladness,
All nature joins to sing the triumph song.

The Lord Jehovah reigns and sin is backward hurled!
Rejoice! rejoice! lift heart and voice, Jehovah reigns!
Proclaim His sov’reign pow’r to all the world,
And let His glorious banner be unfurled!
Jehovah reigns! Rejoice! rejoice! rejoice! Jehovah reigns!

Ring out! ring out! O bells of joy and gladness;
Repeat, repeat anew the story o’er again,
Till all the earth shall lose its weight of sadness,
And shout anew the glorious refrain;
(Men) With angels in the heights, sing of the great salvation,
He wrested from the hand of sin and death.

The Lord bless you and keep you.
The Lord lift his countenance upon you,
And give you peace,
And give you peace.
The Lord make his face to shine upon you,
And be gracious unto you,
And be gracious;
The Lord be gracious, gracious unto you.
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen,
Amen, Amen, Amen.

O, bliss of the purified! Bliss of the free!
I’m plunged in the crimson tide opened for me!
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the prints of the nails in His hand.

O sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love, mighty to save.

O, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine,
No longer in dread condemnation I pine;
In conscious salvation I sing of His grace,
Who lifteth upon me the smiles of His face.

O, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure,
No sorrow bowed head but may sweetly find rest,
No tears but may dry them on Jesus’s breast.

O, Jesus the crucified! Thee will I sing!
My blessed redeemer! my God and my King!
My soul filled with rapture shall shout o’er the grave,
And triumph in death in the Mighty To Save.

Almighty King! Whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.

Thy providence supplies my food,
And ‘tis Thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by Thy word:
Let soul and body praise the Lord!

My streams of outward comfort came
From Him who built this earthly frame;
Whate’er I want His bounty gives,
By Whom my soul forever lives.

Either His hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan’s malice shields my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.

Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe;
It means Thy praise, however poor;
An angel’s song can do no more.

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell.
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell.
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming love from Heav’n above;
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The Lord Jehovah Reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crowned.
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sov’reign might,
And rays of majesty around.

Upheld by thy command,
Thy world securely stands,
And skies and stars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high,
Before the starry sky,
Eternal is thy kingdom Lord.

In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against Thine empire rage and roar;
In vain with angry spite
The surly nations fight,
And dash like waves against the shore.

Let floods and nations rage,
And all their powers engage,
Let swelling tides assault the sky;
The terrors of Thy frown
Shall beat their madness down;
Thy throne forever stands on high.

My Soul Be On Thy Guard
My soul, be on thy guard;
ten thousand foes arise;
the hosts of sin are pressing hard
to draw thee from the skies.

O watch, and fight, and pray;
the battle ne’er give o’er;
renew it boldly every day,
and help divine implore.

Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
the work of faith will not be done
till thou obtain the crown.

Fight on, my soul, till death
shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
upon the Savior’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow,
His lips with grace o’erflow.

To Christ the Lord let every tongue
His chosen tribute bring.
If He’s the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing,
Who can refuse to sing?

Survey the beauties of His face,
And on His glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of His grace,
And all His triumphs tell,
And all His triumphs tell.

No mortal can with Him compare,
among the sons of men;
fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heav’nly train,
That fill the heav’nly train.

He saw me plunged in deep distress
And flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross
And carried all my grief,
And carried all my grief.

To Him I owe my life and breath,
and all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave,
And saves me from the grave.

Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine,
Lord, they should all be Thine.

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
Where-by Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And when, before the throne,
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat.

Rejoice ye pure in heart;
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
Your glorious banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
Give thanks and sing.

Bright youth and snow crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free, exultant song,
God’s wondrous praises speak.

With all the angel choirs,
With all the saints of earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth.

With voice as full and strong
As ocean’s surging praise,
Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
The psalms of ancient days.

Yes, on through life’s long path,
Still chanting as ye go;
From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.

At last the march shall end;
The wearied ones shall rest;
The pilgrims find their Father’s house,
Jerusalem the blessed.

Then on, ye pure in heart!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing!
Your glorious banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.

Tell me the story of Jesus,
write on my heart every word;
tell me the story most precious,
sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels, in chorus,
sang as they welcomed His birth,
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Tell me the story of Jesus,
write on my heart every word;
tell me the story most precious,
sweetest that ever was heard.

Fasting alone in the desert,
tell of the days that are past;
how for our sins He was tempted,
yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
tell of the sorrow He bore;
He was despised and afflicted,
homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
writhing in anguish and pain;
tell of the grave where they laid Him,
tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
clearer than ever I see:
stay, let me weep while you whisper,
love paid the ransom for me.

To God the only wise,
our Savior and our King,
let all the saints below the skies
their humble praises bring.

’Tis His almighty love,
His counsel and His care,
preserves us safe from sin and death,
and ev’ry hurtful snare.

He will present His saints
unblemished and complete,
before the glory of His face,
with joys divinely great.

Then all the chosen race
shall meet around the throne,
shall bless the conduct of His grace,
And make His wonders known.

To our Redeemer God
wisdom and pow’r belong,
immortal crowns of majesty,
and everlasting songs.

When overwhelmed with doubts and fear,
Great God, do Thou my spirit cheer;
Let not mine eyes with tears be fed,
But to the Rock of Ages led.

When storms of sin and sorrow beat,
Lead me to this divine retreat;
Thy perfect righteousness and blood,
My rock, my Fortress and my God.

When guilt lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of fierce temptation roll;
I’ll to the Rock for shelter flee,
And take my refuge, Lord in Thee.

When called the vale of Death to tread,
Then to the rock may I be led;
Nor fear to cross that gloomy sea,
Since Thou hast tasted death for me.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die,
Would He devote His sacred head
For such a worm as I?

He loves me, He loves me,
He loves me this I know!
He gave Himself to die for me
Because He loves me so!

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died
For man, the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears.
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here Lord, I give myself away:
’Tis all that I can do.

Break Thou the Bread of Life, dear Lord, to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O Living Word.

Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall,
And I shall find my peace, my All in all.

Thou art the Bread of Life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art Love.

O, send Thy Spirit, Lord, Now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes and make me see;
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see Thee Lord.

Savior, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare:
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are;
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray;
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray.

Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and pow’r to free:
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee;
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee.

Early let us seek Thy favor,
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Savior,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still;
Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

Hallelujah, praise Jehovah,
From the heavens praise His name;
Praise Jehovah in the highest,
All His angels praise proclaim.
All His hosts together praise Him,
Sun, and moon, and stars on high;
Praise Him, O ye heav’n of heavens,
And ye floods above the sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah,
For His name alone is high,
And His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted,
Far above the earth and sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah,
They were made at His command,
Them forever He established;
His decree shall ever stand.
From the earth, oh, praise Jehovah,
All ye floods, ye dragons all;
Fire, and hail, and snow, and vapors,
Stormy winds that hear His call.

All ye fruitful trees and cedars,
All ye hills and mountains high,
Creeping things, and beasts, and cattle,
Birds that in the heavens fly.
Kings of earth, and all ye people,
Princes great, earth’s judges all,
Praise His name, young men and maidens,
Aged men and children small.

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heav’n can boast.

All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.

Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forevermore be Thine.

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! Oh fix me on it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee.
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not,
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness,
Great is Thy faithfulness,
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above.
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide.
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside.

While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour,
With better hopes be filled.

Thy love the power of thought bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see;
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.

In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favoured hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.

My lifted eye, without a tear,
The lowering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near,
Join me in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been,
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee!
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!
Let the amen sound from His people again;
Gladly forever adore Him.

The Duties of Baptized Christians (Col 3:12)

All you that in the flood;
Have own’d your holy Lord;
And to His people joined yourselves
According to His word.

In Zion you should dwell,
Her altar ne’er forsake,
Should come to all her solemn feasts,
and all her joys partake.

She should employ your thoughts,
and your unceasing care:
Her welfare be your constant wish,
And her increase your prayer.

With humbleness of mind,
Amongst her sons rejoice:
A meek and quiet spirit is,
With God of highest price.

Never offend or grieve,
Your brethren in the way:
But shun the dark abodes of strife,
Like children of the day.

Highly in love esteem,
Your pastors in the Lord;
They break the bread of life to you,
and labor in the word.

A constant watch maintain,
Against your ev’ry foe:
With fervent pray’r beseech your God,
to bless the way you go.

Grow ye in ev’ry grace,
In Ev’ry gift improve;
Grow in the knowledge of the Lord,
In purity and love.

Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

God on his thirsty Zion hill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To show’r salvation down.

Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of His saints?

Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so!
Oh, this full and perfect peace!
From His presence all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine;
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.

Heav’n above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in every hue,
Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds in song His glory show,
Flow’rs with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine;
Since I know, as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.

Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest,
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast;
Oh, to lie forever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear
I am His, and He is mine;
While He whispers in my ear
I am His, and He is mine.

His forever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss,
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heav’n and earth may fade and flee,
Firstborn light in gloom decline,
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine;
But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
We cast our crowns before Thee;
Let ev’ry heart obey Thy will,
And ev’ry voice adore Thee.
In praise to Thee, our Savior King,
The vibrant chords of Heaven ring,
And echo back the mighty strain:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Glory and honor and majesty,
Wisdom and power be unto Thee,
Now and evermore!

Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
Hail to the King we love so well!
Hail! Immanuel!
King of kings and Lord of lords,
All hail, Immanuel!

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
The ransomed hosts surround Thee;
And earthly monarchs clamor forth
Their Sov’reign King to crown Thee.
While those redeemed in ages gone,
Assembled ’round the great white throne,
Break forth into immortal song:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

All hail to Thee, Immanuel,
Our risen King and Savior!
Thy foes are vanquished, and Thou art
Omnipotent forever.
Death, sin and hell no longer reign,
And Satan’s pow’r is burst in twain;
Eternal glory to Thy name:
All hail! All hail!
All hail! All hail! Immanuel!

My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

[More coming soon.]

Blessed is the man that walketh not,
in the counsel of the ungodly,
nor standeth in the way of sinners,
nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
his delight is in the law of the Lord;
and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither,
his leaf shall not wither;

And whatsoever he doeth,
And whatsoever he doeth,
whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The ungodly are not so:
but are like the chaff,
which the wind driveth away,
the wind driveth away.

Therefore the ungodly shall not stand,
in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous:
knoweth the way of the righteous
but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Blessed is the man! Amen!

He’s gone, the spotless soul is gone,
Triumphant to his place above;
The prison walls are broken down,
The angels speed his swift remove;
And shouting on their wings he flies,
And goes to rest in Paradise.

Hosanna! hosanna! hosanna to the Lamb of God,
Glory, glory, let us sing,
Grateful honors to our King,
Hosanna! hosanna! hosanna to the Lamb of God!

Saved by the merit of his Lord,
Glory and praise to Christ he gives;
He now enjoys the full reward,
The joys of heaven he now receives.
The life he lived while here below
Is proof that he’s at rest we know.

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God.
He whose Word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters
And all fear of want remove.
Blest inhabitant of Zion
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood.
Jesus, whom their souls rely on
Makes them kings and priests to God.

Round each habitation hov’ring,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Thus they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.

Savior, if of Zion’s city
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldlings’ pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasures
None but Zion’s children know.

More holiness give me,
More strivings within;
More patience in suff’ring,
More sorrow for sin;
More faith in my Savior,
More sense of His care.
More joy in His service,
More purpose in prayer.

More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord;
More pride in His glory,
More hope in His word;
More tears for His sorrows,
More pain at His grief;
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.

More purity give me,
More strength to o’ercome;
More freedom from earth-stains,
More longings for home;
More fit for the kingdom,
More useful I’d be;
More blessèd and holy,
More, Savior, like Thee

Earthly wealth and fame may never come to me,
And a palace fair here mine may never be;
But let come what may, if Christ for me doth care,
Anywhere is home, if He is only there.

Anywhere is home, let come and go what may;
Anywhere I roam, He keeps me all the way;
So for His dear sake, my cross I’ll meekly bear;
Anywhere is home, if Christ, my Lord, is there.

Oft I’m tossed about and driven by the foe,
Sad within, without, wherever I may go;
But I press along, still looking up in prayer,
For it’s home, sweet home, if Christ is only there.

I will labor on till I am called away,
Till the morn shall dawn of that eternal day,
Looking unto Him who keeps me in His care;
Anywhere is home, if Christ, my Lord, is there.

Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see,
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.

Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to ev’ry joy
When Jesus cannot move.

Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But O I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole
And calms the troubled breast;
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest;
And to the weary, rest.

By Him my prayers acceptance gain
Although with sin defiled.
Satan accuses me in vain
And I am owned a child;
And I am owned a child.

Dear name the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place
My never failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace;
With boundless stores of grace.

Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring;
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought;
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death;
Refresh my soul in death.

As the bright glowing light of the morning
Fills the land with a radiance fair,
So the wonderful grace that hast found me
Fills my heart, and it rests sweetly there.

I am safe in His love,
Oh I’m safe in His love
For a wonderful Savior is He;
I am safe in His love,
Oh I’m safe in His love;
In His mercy He saves even me.

I am safe in the fold of my Savior,
I will utter the praises that swell,
From my heart to my lips, but the glory
Of salvation I never can tell.

I rejoice in the love of my Savior,
To His will and His power I yield,
He has lifted me up, in His mercy,
He’s my helper, my strength and my shield.

Come, Holy Spirit, Come!
Let Thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the sorrow from our minds,
And open up our eyes.

Cheer our desponding hearts,
Thou heav’nly Paraclete.
Give us to lie with humble hope
At our Redeemer’s feet

Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin,
Then lead to Jesus’ blood,
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

‘Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life into every part,
And new-create the whole.

Dwell, therefore, in our hearts;
Our minds from bondage free;
Then we shall know and praise and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.

Beneath the sacred throne of God
I saw a river rise;
The streams where peace and pard’ning blood
Descending from the skies.

Angelic minds cannot explore
This deep unfathomed sea,
Tis void of bottom, brim, or shore
And lost in Diety.

I stood amazed and wondered when
Or why this ocean rose;
That wafts salvation down to man,
His traitors and His foes.

That sacred flood from Jesus’ veins
Was free to take away;
And Mary’s or Manasseh’s stains,
Or sins more vile than they.

In the rifted Rock I’m resting;
Safely sheltered, I abide.
There no foes nor storms molest me,
While within the cleft I hide.

Refrain: Now I’m resting, sweetly resting,
In the cleft once made for me.
Jesus, blessed Rock of Ages,
I will hide myself in Thee.

Long pursued by sin and Satan,
Weary, sad, I longed for rest.
Then I found this heav’nly shelter
Opened in my Savior’s breast.

Peace which passeth understanding,
Joy the world can never give,
Now in Jesus I am finding;
In His smiles of love I live.

In the rifted Rock I’ll hide me
Till the storm of life is past;
All secure in this blest refuge,
Heeding not the fiercest blast.

Come, all ye chosen saints of God
Whose souls are washed in Jesus’ blood;
Hear what He says, His word is true:
“My grace sufficient is for you”
I am your sure almighty Friend,
Who loving loves you to the end;
I will be near you, and will show
My grace sufficient is for you.

I know how numerous are your foes,
I know the ways which they oppose,
I know their cunning malice too;
My grace sufficient is for you.
Tho’ Satan tries your souls to snare,
You’re still the objects of my care;
You’re near my heart, I’ll bring you through.
My grace sufficient is for you.

Do you want proof of this my love?
Calvary survey, then heaven above,
See how the ransomed millions do;
My grace sufficient is for you.
I’ll guide you safely in the way,
Through life’s dark night to heaven’s bright day;
And there with wonder you shall view
My grace sufficient is for you.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

Refrain: He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved;
He giveth me strength as my day.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I’ll shout with the millions on high.

There is a place of quiet rest,
Near to the heart of God,
A place where sin cannot molest,
Near to the heart of God.

Refrain: O Jesus, blest Redeemer,
Sent from the heart of God,
Hold us, who wait before thee,
Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet,
Near to the heart of God,
A place where we our Savior meet,
Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of full release,
Near to the heart of God,
A place where all is joy and peace,
Near to the heart of God.

As I travel through this pilgrim land,
There is a friend, who walks with me,
Leads me safely through the sinking sand;
It is the Christ of Calvary.
This would be my prayer dear Lord each day,
To help me do the best I can;
For I need the light to guide me day and night,
Blessed Jesus hold my hand.

Refrain: Jesus, hold my hand,
I need thee every hour.
Through, this pilgrim land,
Protect me by Thy power.
Hear my feeble plea,
O Lord, look down on me.
When I kneel in prayer,
I hope to meet you there.
Blessed Jesus hold my hand.

Let me travel in the light divine,
That I may see the blessed way.
Keep me that I may be wholly Thine
And sing redemption’s song some day.
I will be a soldier brave and true
And ever firmly take a stand.
As I onward go and daily meet the foe
Blessed Jesus hold my hand.

When I wander through the valley dim
Toward the setting of the sun,
Lead me safely to a land of rest
When I my race on earth have run.
I have put my faith in Thee, dear Lord,
That I may reach the golden strand.
There‘s no other friend on whom I can depend,
Blessed Jesus hold my hand.

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tend’rest blessing
May our eyelids close.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling.
Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand.
Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling.
None of these shall move me from Beulah Land.

I’m living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky. (Praise God!)
I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry.
O yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.

Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating.
Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand.
Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating.
Nothing there can reach me – ’tis Beulah Land.

Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me;
I am safely sheltered here, protected by God’s hand.
Here the sun is always shining, here there’s naught can harm me.
I am safe forever in Beulah Land.

Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation.
Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way He planned.
Dwelling in the Spirit here I learn of full salvation.
Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land.

O wondrous love, (O wondrous love,)
O love divine, (O love divine,)
For I am His, (For I am His,)
And He is mine; (And He is mine;)
O wondrous love, (O wondrous love,)
So rich and free (So rich and free,)
That fullest pardon brings to me. (now brings to me.)

O wondrous love, (O wondrous love,)
The Father shows, (The Father shows,)
Redeeming us (Redeeming us)
From all our woes, (From all our woes,)
O love divine (O love divine)
So full and free, (So full and free,)
That saves the vilest, even me. (yes, even me.)

The load of guilt (The load of guilt)
No one could bear, (No one could bear,)
But Christ the Lord, (But Christ the Lord,)
The One most fair, (The One most fair,)
He suffered death (He suffered death)
With all its pains, (With all its pains,)
And endless life (And endless life)
For us remains. (For us remains.)

O let us love (O let us love)
And praise Him more (And praise Him more)
The story old (The story old)
Tell o’er and o’er;
He will new joys, (He will new joys,)
New transport send, (New transport send,)
His wondrous love (His wondrous love)
Will have no end. (Will have no end.)

Lift me up above the shadows,
Plant my feet on higher ground,
Lift me up above the clouds, Lord,
Where the pure sunshine is found;
Lift me up above my weakness,
Lift me up into Thy strength
Lift me up above the shadows,
Till I stand with Thee at length.

Lift me up above the shadows,
Lift me up and let me stand
On the mountain tops of glory,
Let me dwell in Beulah Land.

Lift me up above the shadows,
For the storms are raging high,
Lift me up, my blessed Savior,
Let me to Thy bosom fly;
There no evil thing can touch me,
Over on the shining side,
Lift me up above the shadows,
Let me evermore abide.

Lift me up above the shadows,
Out of sorrow into joy;
Lift me up above my grief, Lord,
Give me gold for my alloy;
Then when death must claim my spirit,
And the storms of life are past,
Lift me up above the shadows,
Till I stand in Heav’n at last.

As I journey thru the land, singing as I go,
Pointing souls to Calvary—to the crimson flow,
Many arrows pierce my soul from without, within;
But my Lord leads me on, thru Him I must win.

O I want to see Him, look upon His face,
There to sing forever of His saving grace;
On the streets of glory let me lift my voice,
Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice.

When in service for my Lord dark may be the night,
But I’ll cling more close to Him, He will give me light;
Satan’s snares may vex my soul, turn my thoughts aside;
But my Lord goes ahead, leads whate’er betide.

When before me billows rise form the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on thru this world below;
He’s a real friend to me, O I love Him so.

In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,
God leads His dear children along.

Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.

Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.

Though sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.

Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along;
Away up in glory, eternity’s day,
God leads His dear children along.

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child and forever, I am.

Redeemed, redeemed,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
Redeemed, redeemed,
His child and forever I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me shall continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

I know I shall see in His beauty
The King in whose law I delight;
Who lovingly guards ev’ry footstep,
And gives me a song in the night.

Who is this that comes from far
With His garments dipped in Blood?
Strong, triumphant traveler,
Is He man or is He God?
I that reign in righteousness,
Son of God and man I am;
Mighty to redeem your race,
Jesus is your Savior’s name.

Wide, ye heav’nly gates unfold,
Closed no more by death and sin,
Lo, the conquering Lord behold,
Let the King of Glory in;
Hark, th’ angelic host inquire,
“Who is He, th’ Almighty King?”
Hark again the answ’ring choir,
Thus in strains of triumph sing.

He Whose pow’rful arm alone
On His foes destruction hurled,
He Who hath the vict’ry won,
He Who saved you by His blood,
He Who God’s pure law fulfilled,
Jesus, the Incarnate Word,
He Whose truth with blood was sealed,
He is heav’n’s all glor’ous Lord.

When the Storm in its fury on Galilee fell,
And lifted its waters on high,
And the faithless disciples were bound in the spell,
Jesus whispered, “Fear not, It is I.”

“It is I, it is I, Fear not, trembling one, it is I”
In the midst of the storm, In the midst of the gloom,
“Fear not, trembling one, it is I”

The storm could not bury that word in the wave,
‘Twas taught thru the tempest to fly.
It shall reach His disciples in every age,
Saying, “Be not afraid, it is I.”

When the spirit is broken with sorrow and care,
And comfort is ready to die,
Then darkness shall pass, and the sunshine appear
By the life giving word, “It is I.”

When death is at hand, and this cottage of clay
Is left with a tremulous sigh,
The gracious Redeemer will light all the way,
Saying, “Be not afraid, it is I.”

My Lord, I did not choose You,
For that could never be;
My heart would still refuse You,
Had You not chosen me.
You took the sin that stained me,
You cleansed me, made me new;
Of old You have ordained me,
That I should live in You.

Unless Your grace had called me
And taught my op’ning mind,
The world would have enthralled me,
To heav’nly glories blind.
My heart knows none above You;
For Your rich grace I thirst;
I know that if I love You,
You must have loved me first.

Your love has been forever,
From all eternity,
Its drawing power never
Shall be withdrawn from me;
I feel that I am kept by
The strength of love divine,
And when I wake in Heaven,
All glory shall be Thine.

We praise Thee, O God!
For the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died,
And is now gone above.

Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory.
Revive us again.

We praise Thee, O God!
For Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Savior,
And scattered our night.

All glory and praise
To the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins,
And hath cleansed every stain.

Revive us again;
Fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above.

The countless multitude on high,
Who tune their songs to Jesus’ name,
All merits of their own deny,
And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim.
Firm on the ground of sovereign grace
They stand before Jehovah’s throne;
The only song in that blest place
Is, “Thou art worthy, Thou alone!”

For Thou was slain, and in Thy blood
These robes were washed so spotless pure!
Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God:
For ever let Thy praise endure!”
While thus the ransomed myriads shout,
“Amen!” the holy angels cry—
Amen! Amen! resounds throughout
The boundless regions of the sky.

With spotless robes of purest white,
And branches of triumphal palm,
They shout, with transports of delight
The ceaseless universal psalm;
“Salvation’s glory all be paid
To Him who sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb whose blood was shed:
Thou, Thou art worthy, Thou alone;

As thirsts the hart for water brooks,
So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee;
It seeks for God, and ever looks,
And longs the living God to see,
And longs the living God to see.

Far from the courts of God, my tears
Have been my food by night and day,
While constantly with bitter sneers,
“Where is thy God?” the scoffers say,
“Where is thy God?” the scoffers say.

With grief I think of days gone by,
When oft I trod the hallowed way
To Zion, praising God on high,
With throngs who kept the holy day,
With throngs who kept the holy day.

O why art thou cast down, my soul,
And why so troubled shouldst thou be?
Hope thou in God, and Him extol,
Who gives His saving help to me,
Who gives His saving help to me.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die;
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

“Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn;
They’re pierced tonight by many a thorn.

But all thru the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father’s throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev’ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

The men that love and fear Thy Name
Shall see their hopes fulfill’d;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.

The Lord has been so good to me,
I want to sing His praise,
I want to glorify His name
All my remaining days.

The Lord has been so good to me,
I will on Him depend;
And ev’ry day where e’er I be,
I will His truth defend.

I want to follow in His steps
And show my love this way;
I want to lift His banner up
Each fair or cloudy day.

I want to mingle with His saints
While here on earth I stay,
And meet them on the golden shore
On that eternal day.

Lord Jesus, wilt Thou mercy show
And save me by Thy grace
That I may when this life is o’er
Look on Thy lovely face?

And in the land of endless bliss,
Where all the praise is Thine,
Some humble place at Thy dear feet
May this poor sinner find.

Who is on the Lord’s side? Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers, Other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side? Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side? Who for Him will go?
By Thy grand redemption, By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side; Savior, we are Thine.

Not for weight of glory, nor for crown and palm,
Enter we the army, raise the warrior psalm;
But for love that claimeth lives for whom He died:
He whom Jesus saveth marches on His side.
By Thy love constraining, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Jesus, Thou hast bought us, not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own lifeblood, for Thy diadem;
With Thy blessing filling each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing, Thou hast made us free.
By Thy grand redemption, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Fierce may be the conflict, strong may be the foe,
But the King’s own army none can overthrow;
’Round His standard ranging, vict’ry is secure,
For His truth unchanging makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting, by Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord’s side—Savior, we are Thine!

Praise God. From heavens praise the Lord,
in heights praise to him be.
All ye his angels, praise ye him;
his hosts all, praise him ye.

O praise ye him, both sun and moon,
praise him, all stars of light.
Ye heav’ns of heav’ns him praise, and floods
above the heavens’ height.

Let all the creatures praise the name
of our almighty Lord:
For he commanded, and they were
created by his word.

He also, for all times to come,
hath them established sure;
He hath appointed them a law,
which ever shall endure.

Kings of the earth, all nations,
princes, earth’s judges all:
Both young men, yea, and maidens too,
old men, and children small.

Let them God’s name praise; for his name
alone is excellent:
His glory reacheth far above
the earth and firmament.

His people’s horn, the praise of all
his saints, exalteth he;
Ev’n Isr’el’s seed, a people near
to him. The Lord praise ye.

I to the hills will lift mine eyes,
from whence doth come mine aid.
My safety cometh from the Lord,
who heav’n and earth hath made.

Thy foot he’ll not let slide, nor will
he slumber that thee keeps.
Behold, he that keeps Israel,
he slumbers not, nor sleeps.

The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade
on thy right hand doth stay:
The moon by night thee shall not smite,
nor yet the sun by day.

The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall
preserve thee from all ill.
Henceforth thy going out and in
God keep for ever will.

In songs of sublime adoration and praise,
Ye pilgrims for Zion who press,
Break forth and extol the great Ancient of Days,
His rich and distinguishing grace.

His love from eternity fixed upon you,
Broke forth and discovered its flame,
When each with the cords of His kindness He drew,
And bro’t you to love His great name.

Oh, had He not pitied the state you were in,
Your bosoms His love had ne’er felt;
You all would have lived, would have died, too, in sin,
And sunk with the load of your guilt.

What was there in you that could merit esteem,
Or give the Creator delight?
‘Twas “even so, Father,” you ever must sing,
“Because it seemed good in Thy sight.”

That man hath perfect blessedness,
who walketh not astray
In counsel of ungodly men,
nor stands in sinners’ way,

Nor sitteth in the scorner’s chair:
But placeth his delight
Upon God’s law, and meditates
on his law day and night.

He shall be like a tree that grows
near planted by a river,
Which in his season yields his fruit,
and his leaf fadeth never:

And all he doth shall prosper well
The wicked are not so;
But like they are unto the chaff,
which wind drives to and fro.

In judgment therefore shall not stand
such as ungodly are;
Nor in th’ assembly of the just
shall wicked men appear.

For why? the way of godly men
unto the Lord is known:
Whereas the way of wicked men
shall quite be overthrown.

God of the ages, whose almighty hand
leads forth in beauty all the starry band
of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
our grateful songs before thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past;
in this free land by thee our lot is cast;
be thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay,
thy Word our law, thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
be thy strong arm our ever sure defense;
thy true religion in our hearts increase;
thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh thy people on their toilsome way;
lead us from night to never-ending day;
fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
and glory, laud, and praise be ever thine.

I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;
I’ll bless thy name always.
Thee will I bless each day, and will
thy name for ever praise.

Great is the Lord, much to be praised;
his greatness search exceeds.
Race unto race shall praise thy works,
and show thy mighty deeds.

Men of thine acts the might shall show,
thine acts that dreadful are;
And I, thy glory to advance,
thy greatness will declare.

The mem’ry of thy goodness great
they largely shall express;
With songs of praise they shall extol
thy perfect righteousness.

The Lord Jehovah unto all
his goodness doth declare;
And over all his other works
his tender mercies are.

Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,
and thee thy saints shall bless;
They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,
thy pow’r by speech express:

A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is forever.

You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale,
Of the silvery stream let and flow’rs of the vale,
But the place most delightful this earth can afford
Is the place of devotion, the house of the Lord.

You may boast of the sweetness of day’s early dawn,
Of the sky’s soft’ning graces when day is just gone,
But there’s no other season or time can compare
With the house of devotion, the season of prayer.

You may value the friendships of youth and of age,
And select for my comrades the noble and sage,
But the friends that most cheer me on life’s rugged road
Are the friends of my Master, the children of God.

You may talk of you prospects of fame or of wealth,
And the hopes that oft flatter the fav’rites of health,
But the hope of bright glory, of heavenly bliss
Take away ev’ry other and give me but this.

Ever hail, blessed temple, abode of my God!
I will turn to thee often to hear from His word;
I will walk to the altar with those that I love,
And delight in the prospect revealed from above.

I waited for the Lord my God,
and patiently did bear;
At length to me he did incline
my voice and cry to hear.

He took me from a fearful pit,
and from the miry clay,
And on a rock he set my feet,
establishing my way.

O blessed is the man whose trust
upon the Lord relies;
Respecting not the proud, nor such
as turn aside to lies.

O Lord my God, full many are
the wonders thou hast done;
Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far
above all thoughts are gone:

In order none can reckon them
to thee: if them declare,
And speak of them I would, they more
than can be numbered are.

Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me
O do thou not restrain;
Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,
let them me still maintain.

In thee let all be glad, and joy,
who seeking thee abide;
Who thy salvation love, say still,
The Lord be magnified.

All praise to God, who reigns above,
The God of all creation,
The God of wonders, pow’r, and love,
The God of our salvation!
With healing balm my soul he fills,
The God who every sorrow stills,
To God all praise and glory!

What God’s almighty pow’r hath made
His gracious mercy keepeth;
By morning dawn or evening shade
His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;
Within the kingdom of his might,
Lo, all is just and all is right,
To God all praise and glory!

I cried to him in time of need:
Lord God, O, hear my calling!
For death he gave me life indeed
And kept my feet from falling.
For this my thanks shall endless be;
O thank him, thank our God, with me,
To God all praise and glory!

The Lord forsaketh not his flock,
His chosen generation;
He is their refuge and their rock,
Their peace and their salvation.
As with a mother’s tender hand
He leads his own, his chosen band,
To God all praise and glory!

O worship the King all-glorious above,
O gratefully sing his power and his love:
our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

O tell of his might oh sing of his grace,
whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail.
Thy mercies, how tender, how firm to the end,
our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

O how love I thy law! it is
my study all the day:
It makes me wiser than my foes;
for it doth with me stay.
Than all my teachers now I have
more understanding far;
Because my meditation
thy testimonies are.

In understanding I excel
those that are ancients;
For I endeavored to keep
all thy commandements.
My feet from each ill way I stayed,
that I may keep thy word.
I from thy judgments have not swerved;
for thou hast taught me, Lord.

How sweet unto my taste, O Lord,
are all thy words of truth!
Yea, I do find them sweeter far
than honey to my mouth.
I through thy precepts, that are pure,
do understanding get;
I therefore ev’ry way that’s false
with all my heart do hate

And can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, should die for me?

Refrain: Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, should die for me!

‘Tis mystery all! Th’ Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
‘Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Humbled Himself, so great His love,
And bled for Adam’s chosen race;
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me.

Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed Thee.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’ eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.