Ambleside Online HYMNS 2011 / 2012

September Psalm 23:1-3 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

He Leadeth Me Joseph H. Gilmore He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav nly comfort fraught! Whate er I do, where er I be Still tis God s hand that leadeth me. Refrain He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden s bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea, Still tis His hand that leadeth me. Refrain Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since tis my God that leadeth me. Refrain And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict ry s won, E en death s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Refrain

October 1 Kings 19:11-12 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. Dear Lord and Father By John G. Whittier Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways; Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow Thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love! With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, As noiseless let Thy blessing fall As fell Thy manna down. Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm.

November Exodus 33:22 And it shall come to pass, while my glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a clift of the rock, and will cover thee with my hand while I pass by:

He Hideth My Soul By Fanny Crosby 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 with 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. Refrain 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! Refrain When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise To meet Him in clouds of the sky, His perfect salvation, His wonderful love I ll shout with the millions on high. Refrain

December Song of Solomon 1:3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds By John Newton How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer s ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. Dear name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place, My never failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend, O prophet, priest and king, My Lord, my life, my way, my end, 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. Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath, And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death!

January John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

What a Friend We Have in Jesus By Joseph M. Scriven 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 your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer! In His arms He ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there. Blessèd Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer. Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.

February Psalm 146:1 Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul. I ll Praise My Maker By Isaac Watts I ll praise my maker while I ve breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel s God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th oppressed, He feeds the poor, And none shall find His promise vain. The Lord has eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the laboring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. He loves His saints, He knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise Him in everlasting strains. I ll praise Him while He lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

March Psalm 107:2 Let the redeemed of the LORD say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy; Redeemed, How I Love to Proclaim It! By Fanny Crosby 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. Refrain 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 doth continually dwell. Refrain I think of my blessèd Redeemer, I think of Him all the day long: I sing, for I cannot be silent; His love is the theme of my song. Refrain I know I shall see in His beauty The King in whose law I delight; Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps, And giveth me songs in the night. Refrain I know there s a crown that is waiting, In yonder bright mansion for me, And soon, with the spirits made perfect, At home with the Lord I shall be. Refrain

April Luke 9:26 For whosoever shall be ashamed of me and of my words, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he shall come in his own glory, and in his Father's, and of the holy angels.

I m Not Ashamed To Own My Lord Isaac Watts I m not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend His cause; Maintain the honor of His Word, The glory of His cross. Jesus, my God! I know His name, His name is all my trust; Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. Firm as His throne His promise stands, And He can well secure What I ve committed to His hands Till the decisive hour. Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father s face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place.

May 1 Thes 5:17 Pray without ceasing.

Sweet Hour of Prayer by William Walford 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!

June Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. Rock of Ages By Augustus M. Toplady Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labor of my hands Can fulfill Thy law s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, [originally When my eye-strings break in death] When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.

July
Luke 22:41-44 And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

I Stand Amazed in the Presence
By Charles H. Gabriel I stand amazed in the presence Of Jesus the Nazarene, And wonder how He could love me, A sinner, condemned, unclean. Refrain O how marvelous! O how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: O how marvelous! O how wonderful! Is my Savior s love for me! For me it was in the garden He prayed: Not My will, but Thine. He had no tears for His own griefs, But sweat drops of blood for mine. Refrain In pity angels beheld Him, And came from the world of light To comfort Him in the sorrows He bore for my soul that night. Refrain He took my sins and my sorrows, He made them His very own; He bore the burden to Calvary, And suffered and died alone. Refrain When with the ransomed in glory His face I at last shall see, Twill be my joy through the ages To sing of His love for me. Refrain

August Psalm 61:2 From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

The Rock that is Higher Than I By Erastus Johnson

Oh! sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep Like tempests down over the soul. Refrain O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I! Oh! sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how weary my feet! But toiling in life s dusty way, The Rock s blessèd shadow, how sweet! Refrain Then near to the Rock let me keep If blessings or sorrows prevail, Or climbing the mountain way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. Refrain

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