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.
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 for aye we adore Him.
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.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust 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 every 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,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.