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.
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 has cleansed ev’ry stain.
Revive us again – fill each heart with thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
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.
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 you 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 anse’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’ns all glor’ous Lord.
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.
Faith of our fathers, living still
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword,
O 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 should 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!
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.