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A tent or a cottage, why should I care? His blood can cleanse the
They’re building a palace blackest soul,
for me over there; And wash our guilt away;
Though exiled from home, He will present us sound and whole
yet still may I sing: In that tremendous day.
All glory to God, I’m a
child of the King!
3. A Mighty Fortress Is Our 4. A Shelter in the Time of
God Storm
Martin Luther Vernon J. Charlesworth
A mighty fortress is our God, The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide,
A bulwark never failing; A Shelter in the time of storm;
Our helper He amid the flood Secure whatever ill betide,
Of mortal ills prevailing. A Shelter in the time of storm.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe; O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
His craft and power are great, A weary land, a weary land;
And, armed with cruel hate, O Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
On earth is not his equal. A Shelter in the time of storm.
Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus, Let every tribe and every tongue
I’ve lost sight of all beside; before Him prostrate fall
So enchained my spirit’s vision, And shout in universal song
Looking at the Crucified. the crownèd Lord of all.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus! And shout in universal song
Looking at the Crucified. the crownèd Lord of all.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Looking at the Crucified. O that, with yonder sacred throng,
we at His feet may fall,
O what wonder! How amazing! Join in the everlasting song, and
Jesus, glorious King of kings, crown Him Lord of all,
Deigns to call me His belovèd, Join in the everlasting song, and
Lets me rest beneath His wings. crown Him Lord of all!
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Resting now beneath His wings.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Resting now beneath His wings.
10. All That Thrills My Soul 11. All the Way My Saviour
Leads Me
Thoro Harris
Fanny J. Crosby
Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By His presence all divine? All the way my Saviour leads me–
True and tender, pure and precious, What have I to ask beside?
O how blest to call Him mine! Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
All that thrills my soul is Jesus; Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
He is more than life to me; Here by faith in Him to dwell!
And the fairest of ten thousand, For I know, whate’er befall me,
In my blessed Lord I see. Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Love of Christ so freely given, Jesus doeth all things well.
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven, All the way my Saviour leads me–
Deeper than the deepest sea. Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me grace for every trial,
What a wonderful redemption! Feeds me with the living Bread.
Never can a mortal know Though my weary steps may falter
How my sin, though red like crimson, And my soul athirst may be,
Can be whiter than the snow. Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Every need His hand supplying, Gushing from the Rock before me,
Every good in Him I see; Lo! A spring of joy I see.
On His strength divine relying,
He is all in all to me. All the way my Saviour leads me–
O the fullness of His love!
By the crystal-flowing river Perfect rest to me is promised
With the ransomed I will sing, In my Father’s house above.
And forever and forever When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Praise and glorify the King. Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.
12. Amazing Grace 13. And Can It Be
John Newton Charles Wesley
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound And can it be that I should gain
That saved a wretch like me! An interest in the Savior’s blood?
I once was lost, but now am found; Died He for me, who caused His pain—
Was blind, but now I see. For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
’Twas grace that taught That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
my heart to fear, Amazing love! How can it be,
And grace my fears relieved; That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed! ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
Through many dangers, In vain the firstborn seraph tries
toils and snares, To sound the depths of love divine.
I have already come; ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
’Tis grace hath brought Let angel minds inquire no more.
me safe thus far, ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
And grace will lead me home. Let angel minds inquire no more.
The Lord has promised good to me, He left His Father’s throne above
His Word my hope secures; So free, so infinite His grace—
He will my Shield and Portion be, Humbled Himself because of love,
As long as life endures. And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
Yea, when this flesh and For O my God, it found out me!
heart shall fail, ’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
And mortal life shall cease, For O my God, it found out me!
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace. Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
When we’ve been there ten Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
thousand years, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
Bright shining as the sun, My chains fell off, my heart was free,
We’ve no less days to sing I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
God’s praise My chains fell off, my heart was free,
Than when we’d first begun. I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Arise, my soul, arise; shake As the deer pants for the water,
off thy guilty fears; So my soul longs after You.
The bleeding sacrifice in You alone are my heart’s desire,
my behalf appears: And I long to worship You.
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands, You alone are my Strength
My name is written on His hands. and Shield;
To You alone may my spirit yield.
He ever lives above, for You alone are my heart’s desire,
me to intercede; And I long to worship You.
His all redeeming love, His
precious blood, to plead: You’re my Friend, and You
His blood atoned for all our race, are my Brother,
His blood atoned for all our race, Even though You are the King;
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. I love You more than any other,
So much more than anything.
Five bleeding wounds He bears;
received on Calvary; I want You more than gold or silver,
They pour effectual prayers; they Only You can satisfy.
strongly plead for me: You alone are the real joy-giver;
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry, And the apple of my eye.
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”
Death cannot keep its Prey, Once far from God and dead in sin,
Jesus my Savior; No light my heart could see,
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord! But in God’s Word the light I found–
Now Christ liveth in me.
Joyful, joyful will the meeting be, Look how we grovel here below,
When from sin our hearts Fond of these trifling toys;
are pure and free, Our souls can neither fly nor go
And we shall gather, To reach eternal joys.
Saviour, with Thee,
In our eternal home. In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
“Suffer the children!” Oh, Hosannas languish on our tongues,
hear His voice! And our devotion dies.
Let every heart leap forth and rejoice!
And let us freely make Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
Him our choice: At this poor dying rate?
Do not delay, but come. Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
Think once again, He’s with us today–
Heed now His blest Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
command and obey; With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Hear now His accents tenderly say, Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love
“Will you, my children, come?” And that shall kindle ours.
44. Come, Thou Almighty 45. Come, Thou Fount of
King Every Blessing
Martin Madan Robert Robinson
Come, we that love the Lord, Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
And let our joys be known; Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Join in a song with sweet accord, Jesus ready stands to save you,
Join in a song with sweet accord, Full of pity, love and power:
And thus surround the throne, He is able,
And thus surround the throne. He is willing; doubt no more.
Let those refuse to sing Let not conscience make you linger,
That never knew our God; Nor of fitness fondly dream;
But children of the heavenly King, All the fitness He requireth
But children of the heavenly King, Is to feel your need of Him:
May speak their joys abroad, This He gives you—
May speak their joys abroad. ‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.
There shall we see His face, View Him prostrate in the garden;
And never, never sin; On the ground your Maker lies.
There from the rivers of His grace On the bloody tree behold Him;
There from the rivers of His grace Hear Him cry before He dies,
Drink endless pleasures in “It is finished!”
Drink endless pleasures in. Sinner, will this not suffice?
So, amid the conflict, whether Crown Him with many crowns,
great or small, the Lamb upon His throne.
Do not be discouraged, Hark! How the heavenly anthem
God is over all; drowns all music but its own.
Count your many blessings, Awake, my soul, and sing of
angels will attend, Him who died for thee,
Help and comfort give you to And hail Him as thy matchless
your journey’s end. King through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of life, who 53. Dare to Be a Daniel
triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife Philip P. Bliss
for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who Standing by a purpose true,
died, and rose on high, Heeding God’s command,
Who died eternal life to bring, and Honour them, the faithful few!
lives that death may die. All hail to Daniel’s band!
Fair are the meadows, fairer On every hand the foe we find
still the woodlands, Drawn up in dread array;
Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Let tents of ease be left behind,
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, And onward to the fray!
Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Salvation’s helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about;
Fair is the sunshine, The earth shall tremble
Fairer still the moonlight, ’neath our tread,
And all the twinkling starry host; And echo with our shout.
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus
shines purer To him that overcomes the foe
Than all the angels heaven can boast. White raiment shall be giv’n;
Before the angels he shall know
All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly, His name confessed in heaven.
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee; Then onward from the hills of light,
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer, Our hearts with love aflame,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me. We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night
In Jesus’ conquering Name.
63. Fight the Good Fight I am weakness, full of weakness,
At Thy sacred feet I bow;
John S. B. Monsell Blest, divine, eternal Spirit,
Fill with power and fill me now.
Fight the good fight with all thy might;
Christ is thy Strength, and Cleanse and comfort, bless
Christ thy Right; and save me,
Lay hold on life, and it shall be Bathe, O bathe my heart and brow;
Thy joy and crown eternally. Thou art comforting and saving,
Thou art sweetly filling now.
Run the straight race through
God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the Path, and 65. Fill My Cup, Lord!
Christ the Prize.
Richard Blanchard
Cast care aside, upon thy Guide,
Lean, and His mercy will provide; Like the woman at the well
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove I was seeking,
Christ is its Life, and Christ its Love. For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my
Faint not nor fear, His arms are near, Saviour speaking,
He changeth not, and thou art dear. “Draw from My well that
Only believe, and thou shalt see never shall run dry.”
That Christ is all in all to thee.
Fill my cup, Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this
thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, feed me
now and evermore,
64. Fill Me Now Fill my cup, fill it up and
make me whole!
Elwood R. Stokes
There are millions in this
Hover o’er me, Holy Spirit, world who are craving
Bathe my trembling heart and brow; The pleasures earthly things afford;
Fill me with Thy hallowed presence, But none can match the
Come, O come, and fill me now. wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.
Fill me now, fill me now,
Jesus, come and fill me now; So, my brother, if the things
Fill me with Thy hallowed presence– this world gave you
Come, O come, and fill me now. Leave hungers that won’t pass away,
My blessed Lord will come
Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, and save you,
Though I cannot tell Thee how; If you kneel to Him and humbly pray:
But I need Thee, greatly need Thee,
Come, O come, and fill me now.
66. Follow Him! Follow 67. Follow On
Him!
William O. Cushing
I want to walk with Jesus Christ Down in the valley with my
All the days I live of this life on earth, Saviour I would go,
To give to Him complete control Where the flowers are blooming
of body and of soul. and the sweet waters flow;
Everywhere He leads me I
Follow Him, follow Him, yield would follow, follow on,
your life to Him. Walking in His footsteps till
He has conquered death, the crown be won.
He is King of kings.
Accept the joy that He gives to those Follow! Follow! I would follow Jesus!
Who yield their lives to Him. Anywhere, everywhere, I
would follow on!
I want to learn to speak to Him, Follow! Follow! I would follow Jesus!
To pray to Him, confess my sin, Everywhere He leads me
To open my life and let Him in, I would follow on!
for joy will then by mine.
Down in the valley with my
I want to learn to live for Him; Saviour I would go,
My life must show that He lives in me; Where the storms are sweeping
My deeds, my thoughts, my and the dark waters flow;
words must speak With His hand to lead me I
All of His love to me. will never, never fear,
Danger cannot fright me if
I want to learn to read His Word, my Lord is near.
For this is how I know the way
To live my life as pleases Him Down in the valley, or upon
in holiness and joy. the mountain steep,
Close beside my Saviour would
O Holy Spirit of the Lord, my soul ever keep;
Enter now into this heart of mine; He will lead me safely in the
Take full control of my selfish will path that He has trod,
and make me wholly Thine. Up to where they gather on
the hills of God.
68. Footsteps of Jesus Thou, in the darkness drear,
their one true Light.
May B. C. Slade Alleluia, Alleluia!
Oh, let my hand forget her skill, Give thanks with a grateful heart,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, Give thanks to the Holy One:
This bounding heart forget to beat, Give thanks because He’s given
If I forget the mercy seat! Jesus Christ His Son.
Glorious things of thee are spoken, God be with you till we meet again;
Zion, city of our God! By His counsels guide, uphold you,
He, whose Word cannot be broken, With His sheep securely fold you;
Formed thee for His own abode. God be with you till we meet again.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose? Till we meet, till we meet,
With salvation’s walls surrounded, Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes. Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love; God be with you till we meet again;
Well supply thy sons and daughters, Neath His wings protecting hide you;
And all fear of want remove: Daily manna still provide you;
Who can faint while such a river God be with you till we meet again.
Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver, God be with you till we meet again;
Never fails from age to age. When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
Round each habitation hovering, God be with you till we meet again.
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a cov’ring God be with you till we meet again;
Showing that the Lord is near. Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Thus deriving from our banner Strike death’s threatening
Light by night and shade by day; wave before you;
Safe they feed upon the manna God be with you till we meet again.
Which He gives them when they pray.
God be with you till we meet again;
Blest inhabitants of Zion, Ended when for you earth’s story,
Washed in the Redeemer’s blood! Israel’s chariot sweep to glory;
Jesus, whom their souls rely on, God be with you till we meet again.
Makes them kings and priests to God.
’Tis His love His people raises,
Over self to reign as kings, 76. God Is My Refuge and
And as priests, His solemn praises Strength
Each for a thank offering brings.
Charles Wesley
85. Have I Done My Best for
Hark! The herald angels sing, Jesus?
“Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, Ensign Edwin Young
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise, I wonder, have I done my
Join the triumph of the skies; best for Jesus,
With th’angelic host proclaim, Who died upon the cruel tree?
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!” To think of His great
sacrifice at Calv’ry!
Hark! the herald angels sing, I know my Lord expects
“Glory to the newborn King!” the best from me.
Have Thine own way, Lord! His love has no limits, His
Have Thine own way! grace has no measure,
Search me and try me, Master, today! His power no boundary
Whiter than snow, Lord, known unto men;
wash me just now, For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
As in Thy presence humbly I bow. He giveth, and giveth, and
giveth again.
Have Thine own way, Lord!
Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray! 88. He Hideth My Soul
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine. Fanny J. Crosby
See the glorious banner waving! Holy, holy, holy! All the
Hear the trumpet blow! saints adore Thee,
In our Leader’s Name we Casting down their golden crowns
triumph over ev’ry foe. around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling
Fierce and long the battle rages, down before Thee,
but our help is near; Who was, and is, and
Onward comes our great evermore shall be.
Commander–cheer, my
comrades, cheer! Holy, holy, holy! though the
darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man
105. Holy Bible, Book Divine Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is
John Burton, Sr. none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy Bible, book Divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine; Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Mine to tell me whence I came; All Thy works shall praise Thy Name,
Mine to teach me what I am. in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
Mine to chide me when I rove; God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!
Mine to shew a Saviour’s love;
Mine art thou to guide my feet;
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit.
Till then I would Thy love proclaim Heav’n above is softer blue, Earth
With every fleeting breath, around is sweeter green!
And may the music of Thy Name Something lives in every hue
Refresh my soul in death! Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds with gladder songs
o’erflow, flowers with
113. I Am Coming, Lord deeper beauties shine,
Since I know, as now I know, I
Lewis Hartsough am His, and He is mine.
Since I know, as now I know, I
I hear Thy welcome voice am His, and He is mine.
That calls me, Lord, to Thee
For cleansing in Thy precious blood Things that once were wild alarms
That flowed on Calvary. cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
I am coming, Lord! pillowed on the loving breast.
Coming now to Thee! O to lie forever here, doubt and
Wash me, cleanse me in the blood care and self resign,
That flowed on Calvary! While He whispers in my ear, I
am His, and He is mine.
Tho’ coming weak and vile, While He whispers in my ear, I
Thou dost my strength assure; am His, and He is mine.
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse
Till spotless all and pure. His forever, only His; Who the
Lord and me shall part?
‘Tis Jesus calls me on Ah, with what a rest of bliss Christ
To perfect faith and love, can fill the loving heart!
To perfect hope and peace and trust Heav’n and earth may fade and flee,
For earth and heaven above. firstborn light in gloom decline;
But while God and I shall be, I
All hail, atoning blood! am His, and He is mine.
All hail, redeeming grace! But while God and I shall be, I
All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord, am His, and He is mine.
Our strength and righteousness!
115. I Am Resolved 116. I Am Thine, O Lord
Palmer Hartsough Fanny Crosby
120. I Heard the Voice of I know not how this saving faith
Jesus Say To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Horatius Bonar Wrought peace within my heart.
I heard the voice of Jesus say, I know not how the Spirit moves,
“Come unto Me and rest; Convincing us of sin,
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Thy head upon My breast.” Creating faith in Him.
I came to Jesus as I was, weary
and worn and sad; I know not what of good or ill
I found in Him a resting place, May be reserved for me,
and He has made me glad. Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.
I know not when my Lord may come, 123. I Must Tell Jesus
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I’ll walk the vale with Him, Elisha A. Hoffman
Or meet Him in the air.
I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
122. I Love to Tell the Story In my distress He kindly will help me;
He ever loves and cares for His own.
A. Katherine Hankey
I love to tell the story of I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
unseen things above, I cannot bear my burdens alone;
Of Jesus and His glory, of I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus and His love. Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.
I love to tell the story, because
I know ‘tis true;
It satisfies my longings as I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;
nothing else can do. He is a kind, compassionate Friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
I love to tell the story, ‘twill be Make of my troubles quickly an end.
my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of
Jesus and His love. Tempted and tried, I need
a great Saviour;
I love to tell the story; more One who can help my
wonderful it seems burdens to bear;
Than all the golden fancies of I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;
all our golden dreams. He all my cares and
I love to tell the story, it did sorrows will share.
so much for me;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee. O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I love to tell the story; ‘tis I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
pleasant to repeat Over the world the vict’ry to win.
What seems, each time I tell it,
more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some
have never heard
The message of salvation from
God’s own holy Word.
I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain; 126. I Stand Amazed in the
Come quickly and abide, Presence
or life is in vain.
Charles H. Gabriel
I need Thee every hour;
teach me Thy will; I stand amazed in the presence
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill. Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
I need Thee every hour, A sinner, condemned, unclean.
most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Thou blessèd Son. And my song shall ever be:
O how marvelous! O how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!
I will sing the wondrous story I’d rather have Jesus than
Of the Christ Who died for me. men’s applause,
How He left His home in glory I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
For the cross of Calvary. I’d rather have Jesus than
worldwide fame,
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story I’d rather be true to His holy name.
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory, He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom,
Gathered by the crystal sea. He’s sweeter than honey
from out the comb;
I was lost, but Jesus found me, He’s all that my hungering
Found the sheep that went astray, spirit needs,
Threw His loving arms around me, I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
Drew me back into His way.
I was bruised, but Jesus healed me, 131. I’ll Go Where You Want
Faint was I from many a fall, Me to Go
Sight was gone, and fears
possessed me, Verse 1-Mary Brown; Verses
But He freed me from them all. 2 & 3-Charles E. Prior
Days of darkness still come o’er me, It may not be on the mountain’s
Sorrow’s path I often tread, height, or over the stormy sea;
But His presence still is with me; It may not be at the battle’s front
By His guiding hand I’m led. my Lord will have need of me;
But if by a still, small voice He
He will keep me till the river calls to paths I do not know,
Rolls its waters at my feet; I’ll answer, dear Lord, with
Then He’ll bear me safely over, my hand in Yours,
Where the loved ones I shall meet. I’ll go where You want me to go.
Jesus is all the world to me, Jesus is calling the weary to rest–
my Friend in trials sore; Calling today, calling today;
I go to Him for blessings, and He Bring Him your burden and
gives them o’er and o’er. you shall be blest–
He sends the sunshine and He will not turn you away.
the rain, He sends the
harvest’s golden grain; Jesus is waiting, O come to Him now–
Sunshine and rain, harvest of Waiting today, waiting today;
grain–He’s my Friend. Come with your sins, at His
feet lowly bow–
Jesus is all the world to me, Come, and no longer delay.
and true to Him I’ll be;
O how could I this Friend deny, Jesus is pleading, O list to His voice–
when He’s so true to me? Hear Him today, hear Him today;
Following Him I know I’m right, He They who believe on His
watches o’er me day and night; Name shall rejoice–
Following Him by day and Quickly arise and away.
night–He’s my Friend.
If one should ask of me, Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
how can I tell? Does his successive journeys run;
Glory to Jesus, I know very well! His kingdom stretch from
God’s Holy Spirit with shore to shore,
mine doth agree, Till moons shall wax and
Constantly witnessing wane no more.
Jesus loves me.
To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His Name like sweet
145. Jesus Paid It All perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Elvina M. Hall
Blessings abound wherever
I hear the Saviour say, He reigns;
“Thy strength indeed is small; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
Child of weakness, watch and pray, The weary find eternal rest,
Find in Me thine all in all.” And all the sons of want are blessed.
The heathen lands, that lie beneath He hath granted me forgiveness;
The shades of overspreading death, I am His, and He is mine.
Revive at His first dawning light;
And deserts blossom at the sight.
148. Jesus, I Am Resting,
The saints shall flourish in His days, Resting
Dressed in the robes of
joy and praise; Jean S. Pigott
Peace, like a river, from His throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
Let every creature rise and bring I am finding out the greatness
Peculiar honors to our King; Of Thy loving heart.
Angels descend with songs again, Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And earth repeat the loud amen! And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.
Jesus! What a Friend for sinners! O, how great Thy loving kindness,
Jesus! Lover of my soul! Vaster, broader than the sea!
Friends may fail me, foes assail me; O, how marvelous Thy goodness,
He, my Saviour, makes me whole. Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Belovèd,
Hallelujah! What a Saviour! Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Hallelujah! What a Friend! Know Thy certainty of promise,
Saving, helping, keeping, loving, And have made it mine.
He is with me to the end.
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Jesus! What a Strength in weakness! I behold Thee as Thou art,
Let me hide myself in Him. And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Tempted, tried and sometimes failing, Satisfies my heart;
He, my Strength, my victory wins. Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Jesus! What a Help in sorrow! Compasseth me round with blessings:
While the billows o’er me roll; Thine is love indeed!
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul. Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Jesus! What a Guide and Keeper! Resting ‘neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
While the tempest still is high; Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Storms about me, night o’ertakes me, Brightness of my Father’s glory,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry. Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Jesus! I do now receive Him; Fill me with Thy grace.
More than all in Him I find.
149. Jesus, I Come 150. Jesus, I My Cross Have
Taken
William T. Sleeper
Henry F. Lyte
Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Jesus, I my cross have taken,
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light, All to leave and follow Thee.
Jesus, I come to Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Out of my sickness, into Thy health, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Perish every fond ambition,
Out of my sin and into Thyself, All I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Jesus, I come to Thee. Yet how rich is my condition!
God and Heaven are still mine own.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
Jesus, I come to Thee. In Thy service, pain is pleasure;
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, With Thy favor, loss is gain.
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm, I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”;
Out of distress to jubilant psalm, I have set my heart on Thee:
Jesus, I come to Thee. Storms may howl, and
clouds may gather,
Out of unrest and arrogant pride, All must work for good to me.
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy blessèd will to abide, Man may trouble and distress me,
Jesus, I come to Thee. ‘Twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love, Life with trials hard may press me;
Out of despair into raptures above, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Upward for aye on wings like a dove, Oh, ‘tis not in grief to harm me
Jesus, I come to Thee. While Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ‘twere not in joy to charm me,
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Thy home, Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Jesus, I come to Thee. Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Out of the depths of ruin untold, Joy to find in every station
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold, Something still to do or bear:
Ever Thy glorious face to behold, Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Jesus, I come to Thee. What a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee,
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
155. Jesus, Thou Joy of When from the dust of death I rise
Loving Hearts To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev’n then this shall be all my plea,
Bernard of Clairvaux Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me.
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts, This spotless robe the same appears,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men, When ruined nature sinks in years;
From the best bliss that earth imparts, No age can change its glorious hue,
We turn unfilled to Thee again. The robe of Christ is ever new.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Jesus, the endless praise to Thee,
Thou savest those that on Thee call; Whose boundless mercy
To them that seek Thee hath for me—
Thou art good, For me a full atonement made,
To them that find Thee all in all. An everlasting ransom paid.
We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, O let the dead now hear Thy voice;
And long to feast upon Thee still; Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead, Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill. Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come! All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Let earth receive her King; earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Let every heart prepare Him room, Stars and angels sing around Thee,
And Heaven and nature sing, center of unbroken praise.
And Heaven and nature sing, Field and forest, vale and mountain,
And Heaven, and Heaven, flow’ry meadow, flashing sea,
and nature sing. Singing bird and flowing fountain
call us to rejoice in Thee.
Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ; Thou art giving and forgiving, ever
While fields and floods, rocks, blessing, ever blessed,
hills and plains Wellspring of the joy of living,
Repeat the sounding joy, ocean-depth of happy rest!
Repeat the sounding joy, Thou our Father, Christ our Brother–
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other,
No more let sins and sorrows grow, lift us to the joy divine.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow Mortals, join the happy chorus,
Far as the curse is found, which the morning stars began;
Far as the curse is found, Father-love is reigning o’er us,
Far as, far as, the curse is found. brother-love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward,
He rules the world with victors in the midst of strife,
truth and grace, Joyful music leads us Sunward
And makes the nations prove in the triumph song of life.
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
160. Just As I Am 161. Lead Me to Calvary
Charlotte Elliott Jennie E. Hussey
Just as I am, without one plea, King of my life, I crown Thee now,
But that Thy blood was shed for me, Thine shall the glory be;
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, Lest I forget Thy thorn crowned brow,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come. Lead me to Calvary.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Let me like Mary, through the gloom,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Come with a gift to Thee;
Yea, all I need in Thee to find, Show to me now the empty tomb,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come. Lead me to Calvary.
Elisha A. Hoffman
165. Let the Lower Lights Be
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Burning
What a blessedness, what
a peace is mine,
Philip P. Bliss
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Brightly beams our Father’s mercy
from His lighthouse evermore,
Leaning, leaning, safe and
But to us He gives the keeping of
secure from all alarms;
the lights along the shore.
Leaning, leaning, leaning on
the everlasting arms.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send
a gleam across the wave!
O how sweet to walk in
Some poor fainting, struggling
this pilgrim way,
seaman you may rescue,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
you may save.
O how bright the path grows
from day to day,
Dark the night of sin has settled,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
What have I to dread, what
for the lights along the shore.
have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother!
I have blessèd peace with
Some poor sailor tempest-tossed,
my Lord so near,
Trying now to make the harbor, in
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
the darkness may be lost.
166. Life! Life! Eternal Life! 167. Like a River Glorious
W. Leslie Frances R. Havergal
Under the burdens of guilt and care, Like a river glorious, is God’s
Many a spirit is grieving, perfect peace,
Who in the joy of the Lord Over all victorious, in its
might share, bright increase;
Life everlasting receiving. Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth,
Life! Life! Eternal life! deeper all the way.
Jesus alone is the Giver!
Life! Life! Abundant life! Stayed upon Jehovah,
Glory to Jesus forever! hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised,
Bearing our burdens of perfect peace and rest.
guilt, there came
One who is strong to deliver, Hidden in the hollow of His
Bringing to men, through His blessed hand,
Wondrous Name, Never foe can follow, never
Life “more abundant” forever. traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not
Burdened one, why will a shade of care,
you longer bear Not a blast of hurry touch
Sorrows from which He releases? the spirit there.
Open your heart, and rejoicing share,
Life “more abundant” in Jesus. Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by
Leaving the mountain, the the Sun of Love;
streamlet grows, We may trust Him fully all for us to do.
Flooding the vale with a river: They who trust Him wholly
So, from the hill of the find Him wholly true.
Cross, there flows
Life “more abundant” forever.
O for the floods on the thirsty land! 168. Look and Live!
O for a mighty revival!
O for a sanctified, fearless band, William A. Ogden
Ready to hail its arrival.
I’ve a message from the
Lord, hallelujah!
The message unto you I’ll give;
‘Tis recorded in His word, hallelujah!
It is only that you “look and live.”
I’ve wasted many precious years– Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit,
Now I’m coming home; Into every troubled breast!
I now repent with bitter tears– Let us all in Thee inherit;
Lord, I’m coming home. Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
I’ve tired of sin and straying, Lord– Alpha and Omega be;
Now I’m coming home; End of faith, as its Beginning,
I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy Word– Set our hearts at liberty.
Lord, I’m coming home.
Come, Almighty to deliver,
My soul is sick, my heart is sore– Let us all Thy life receive;
Now I’m coming home; Suddenly return and never,
My strength renew, my hope restore– Never more Thy temples leave.
Lord, I’m coming home. Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
My only hope, my only plea– Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,
Now I’m coming home; Glory in Thy perfect love.
That Jesus died, and died for me–
Lord, I’m coming home. Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be.
I need His cleansing blood I know– Let us see Thy great salvation
Now I’m coming home; Perfectly restored in Thee;
Oh, wash me whiter than the snow– Changed from glory into glory,
Lord, I’m coming home. Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
173. Love Found a Way 174. Love Lifted Me
Avis B. Christiansen James Rowe
Love found a way to redeem my soul, Love lifted me! [Even me!]
Love found a way that could Love lifted me! [Even me!]
make me whole; When nothing else could help,
Love sent my Lord to the Love lifted me!
cross of shame, Love lifted me! [Even me!]
Love found a way–O praise Love lifted me! [Even me!]
His holy Name! When nothing else could help,
Love lifted me!
Love brought my Saviour here to die
On Calvary, All my heart to Him I give,
For such a sinful wretch as I– Ever to Him I’ll cling,
How can it be? In His blessèd presence live,
Love bridged the gulf ’twixt Ever His praises sing.
me and heav’n, Love so mighty and so true
Taught me to pray; Merits my soul’s best songs;
I am redeemed, set free, forgiv’n– Faithful, loving service too
Love found a way. To Him belongs.
Love opened wide the gates of light Souls in danger, look above,
To heav’n’s domain, Jesus completely saves;
Where in eternal power and might He will lift you by His love
Jesus shall reign; Out of the angry waves.
Love lifted me from depths of woe He’s the Master of the sea,
To endless day; Billows His will obey;
There was no help in earth below– He your Saviour wants to be–
Love found a way. Be saved today.
175. Majesty 177. Moment by Moment
More about Jesus would I know, More like the Master I would ever be,
More of His grace to others show; More of His meekness, more humility;
More of His saving fullness see, More zeal to labour, more
More of His love Who died for me. courage to be true,
More consecration for work
More, more about Jesus, He bids me do.
More, more about Jesus;
More of His saving fullness see, Take Thou my heart,
More of His love Who died for me. [Take my heart, O take my heart,]
I would be Thine alone;
More about Jesus let me learn, [I would be thine alone;]
More of His holy will discern; Take Thou my heart,
Spirit of God, my teacher be, [Take my heart, O take my heart,]
Showing the things of Christ to me. and make it all Thine own.
[ and make it
More about Jesus; in His Word, all thine alone;]
Holding communion with my Lord; Purge me from sin,
Hearing His voice in every line, [Purge Thou me from ev’ry sin,]
Making each faithful saying mine. O Lord, I now implore,
[O Lord, I now implore,]
More about Jesus; on His throne, Wash me and keep
Riches in glory all His own; [Wash and keep, O
More of His kingdom’s sure increase; wash and keep]
More of His coming, Prince of Peace. me Thine forevermore.
[me Thine forevermore.]
Jesus knows all about our struggles, When I stand before the throne,
He will guide till the day is done; Dressed in beauty not my own,
There’s not a friend like When I see Thee as Thou art,
the lowly Jesus, Love Thee with unsinning heart,
No, not one! No, not one! Then Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.
No friend like Him is so high and holy,
No, not one! No, not one! When the praise of Heav’n I hear,
And yet no friend is so Loud as thunders to the ear,
meek and lowly, Loud as many waters’ noise,
No, not one! No, not one! Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
There’s not an hour that Not till then—how much I owe.
He is not near us,
No, not one! No, not one! Chosen not for good in me,
No night so dark but His Wakened up from wrath to flee,
love can cheer us, Hidden in the Savior’s side,
No, not one! No, not one! By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
Did ever saint find this By my love, how much I owe.
Friend forsake him?
No, not one! No, not one!
Or sinner find that He would 193. Nothing Between
not take him?
No, not one! No, not one! Charles A. Tindley
Was e’er a gift like the Saviour given? Nothing between my soul
No, not one! No, not one! and my Saviour,
Will He refuse us a home in heaven? Naught of this world’s delusive dream:
No, not one! No, not one! I have renounced all sinful pleasure–
Jesus is mine! There’s
nothing between.
Jesus my Lord will love me forever, O Heart of Christ, once broken for us,
From Him no power of evil can sever; ’Tis there we find our
He gave His life to ransom my soul, strength and rest;
Now I belong to Him. Our broken, contrite hearts
now solace,
Now I belong to Jesus, And let Thy waiting church be blest.
Jesus belongs to me;
Not for the years of time alone, Revive us, Lord! Is zeal abating
But for eternity. While harvest fields are
vast and white?
Once I was lost in sin’s degradation, Revive, us Lord, the world is waiting,
Jesus came down to bring Equip Thy church to spread the light.
me salvation,
Lifted me up from sorrow and shame,
Now I belong to Him.
198. O Come, O Come,
Joy floods my soul for Jesus Emmanuel
has saved me,
Freed me from sin that long Unknown, possibly 12th Century
had enslaved me;
His precious blood He O come, O come, Emmanuel,
gave to redeem, And ransom captive Israel,
Now I belong to Him. That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
O Love that wilt not let me go, What language shall I borrow to
I rest my weary soul in thee; thank Thee, dearest friend,
I give thee back the life I owe, For this Thy dying sorrow,
That in thine ocean depths its flow Thy pity without end?
May richer, fuller be. O make me Thine forever, and
should I fainting be,
O light that followest all my way, Lord, let me never, never
I yield my flickering torch to thee; outlive my love to Thee.
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day Be Thou my consolation, my
May brighter, fairer be. shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when
O Joy that seekest me through pain, my last hour draws nigh.
I cannot close my heart to thee; Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
I trace the rainbow through the rain, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
And feel the promise is not vain, My heart by faith enfolds Thee.
That morn shall tearless be. Who dieth thus dies well.
For Jesus shed His precious blood Like a mighty army moves
Rich blessings to bestow; the church of God;
Plunge now into the crimson flood Brothers, we are treading where
That washes white as snow. the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we,
Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way, One in hope and doctrine,
That leads you into rest; one in charity.
Believe in Him without delay
And you are fully blessed. Crowns and thrones may perish,
kingdoms rise and wane,
Come, then, and join this holy band, But the church of Jesus
And on to glory go constant will remain.
To dwell in that celestial land Gates of hell can never ‘gainst
Where joys immortal flow. that church prevail;
We have Christ’s own promise,
O Jesus, blessèd Jesus, dear, and that cannot fail.
I’m coming now to Thee;
Since Thou hast made Onward then, ye people, join
the way so clear our happy throng,
And full salvation free. Blend with ours your voices
in the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor unto
217. Onward, Christian Christ the King,
Soldiers This through countless ages
men and angels sing.
Sabine Baring-Gould
Praise to the Lord, Who doth prosper Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
thy work and defend thee! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Surely His goodness and mercy Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
here daily attend thee; His child and forever I am.
Ponder anew, What the
Almighty will do, Redeemed, redeemed,
If with His love He befriend thee! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, redeemed,
Praise to the Lord! O let all that His child and forever I am.
is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
now with praises before Him! No language my rapture can tell;
Let the Amen I know that the light of His presence
Sound from His people again; With me doth continually dwell.
Gladly for aye we adore Him.
I think of my blessèd Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
225. Precious Lord I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.
Thomas A. Dorsey
I know there’s a crown that is waiting,
Precious Lord, take my hand, In yonder bright mansion for me,
Lead me on, help me stand. And soon, with the spirits
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; made perfect,
Through the storm, through the night, At home with the Lord I shall be.
Lead me on to the light.
Take my hand, precious
Lord, lead me home.
227. Rejoice and Be Glad! 228. Rejoice, the Lord Is
King!
Horatius Bonar
Charles Wesley
Rejoice and be glad! The
Redeemer hath come: Rejoice, the Lord is King! Your
Go, look on His cradle, His Lord and King adore;
cross and His tomb. Mortals give thanks and sing,
and triumph evermore;
Sound His praises, tell the story Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Of Him who was slain; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Sound His praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again! Jesus, the Savior, reigns, the
God of truth and love;
Rejoice and be glad! For the When He had purged our stains
blood hath been shed; He took His seat above;
Redemption is finished, the Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
price hath been paid. Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Poor I was and sought for riches,
Let me hide myself in Thee; Something that would satisfy,
Let the water and the blood, But the dust I gathered round me
From Thy wounded side which flowed, Only mocked my soul’s sad cry.
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure. Well of water, ever springing,
Bread of life so rich and free,
Not the labor of my hands Untold wealth that never faileth,
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands; My Redeemer is to me.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Some day my earthly house will fall. Saved by the blood of the
I cannot tell how soon ’twill be; Crucified One!
But this I know–my All in All The Father He spake, and
Has now a place in Heav’n for me. His will it was done;
Great price of my pardon, His
Some day, when fades the golden sun own precious Son–
Beneath the rosy-tinted west, Saved by the blood of the
My blessèd Lord will say, “Well done!” Crucified One!
And I shall enter into rest.
Saved by the blood of the
Some day–till then I’ll watch and wait, Crucified One!
My lamp all trimmed and All hail to the Father, all
burning bright, hail to the Son,
That when my Saviour opes the gate, All hail to the Spirit, the
My soul to Him may take its flight. great Three in One!
Saved by the blood of the
Crucified One!
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart: 247. Stand Up, Stand Up for
Wean it from earth, through Jesus
all its pulses move.
Stoop to my weakness, George Duffield, Jr.
mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
as I ought to love. ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high His royal banner, it
must not suffer loss.
From victory unto victory His Standing, … standing,
army shall He lead, [Standing on the promises, standing
Till every foe is vanquished, and on the promises…]
Christ is Lord indeed. Standing on the promises
of God my Saviour;
Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Standing, … standing,
the trumpet call obey; [Standing on the promises, standing
Forth to the mighty conflict, in on the promises…]
this His glorious day. I’m standing on the promises of God.
Ye that are brave now serve Him
against unnumbered foes; Standing on the promises
Let courage rise with danger, and that cannot fail,
strength to strength oppose. When the howling storms of
doubt and fear assail,
Stand up, stand up for Jesus, By the living Word of God
stand in His strength alone; I shall prevail,
The arm of flesh will fail you, ye Standing on the promises of God.
dare not trust your own.
Put on the Gospel armor, each Standing on the promises
piece put on with prayer; I now can see
Where duty calls or danger, be Perfect, present cleansing
never wanting there. in the blood for me,
Standing in the liberty where
Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Christ makes free,
the strife will not be long; Standing on the promises of God.
This day the noise of battle, the
next the victor’s song. Standing on the promises
To those who vanquish evil a of Christ the Lord,
crown of life shall be; Bound to Him eternally by
They with the King of Glory love’s strong cord,
shall reign eternally. Overcoming daily with the
Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.
R. Kelso Carter
255. Teach Me Thy Way Living in Thee, Lord, and Thou in me;
Constant abiding, this is my plea;
Benjamin M. Ramsey Grant me Thy power,
boundless and free:
Teach me Thy way, O Lord, Power with men, and
teach me Thy way! power with Thee.
Thy guiding grace afford,
teach me Thy way! Power in prayer, Lord,
Help me to walk aright, more power in prayer,
by faith, less by sight; Here ‘mid earth’s sin and
Lead me with heav’nly light, sorrow and care;
teach me Thy way!
Men lost and dying, souls in despair– Are you troubled at the thought of dying?
O give me power, power in prayer! Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus.
For Christ’s coming kingdom
My weakened will, Lord, are you sighing?
Thou canst renew; Tell it to Jesus alone.
My sinful nature Thou canst subdue;
Fill me just now with power anew,
Power to pray and power to do! 258. Tell Me the Old, Old Story
Teach me to pray, Lord, A. Katherine Hankey
teach me to pray;
Thou art my Pattern day unto day; Tell me the old, old story of
Thou art my Surety now and for aye; unseen things above,
Teach me to pray, Lord, Of Jesus and His glory, of
teach me to pray. Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply, as
to a little child,
For I am weak and weary, and
helpless and defiled.
257. Tell It to Jesus
Tell me the old, old story, tell
Jeremiah E. Rankin me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story, of
Are you weary, are you Jesus and His love.
heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. Tell me the story slowly, that
Are you grieving over joys departed? I may take it in,
Tell it to Jesus alone. That wonderful redemption,
God’s remedy for sin.
Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, Tell me the story often, for
He is a Friend that’s well known. I forget so soon;
You’ve no other such a The early dew of morning has
friend or brother, passed away at noon.
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Tell me the story softly, with
Do the tears flow down your earnest tones and grave;
cheeks unbidden? Remember I’m the sinner whom
Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. Jesus came to save.
Have you sins that to men’s Tell me the story always, if
eyes are hidden? you would really be,
Tell it to Jesus alone. In any time of trouble, a comforter to me.
Do you fear the gathering Tell me the same old story when
clouds of sorrow? you have cause to fear
Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus. That this world’s empty glory is
Are you anxious what shall costing me too dear.
be tomorrow? Yes, and when that world’s glory
Tell it to Jesus alone. is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story: “Christ
Jesus makes thee whole.”
259. Tell Me the Story of 260. The Church’s One
Jesus Foundation
Fanny Crosby Samuel J. Stone
O love of God, how rich and pure! In the old rugged cross, stained
How measureless and strong! with blood so divine,
It shall forevermore endure, A wondrous beauty I see,
The saints’ and angels’ song. For ’twas on that old cross
Jesus suffered and died
When years of time shall pass To pardon and sanctify me.
away and earthly thrones
and kingdoms fall; To the old rugged cross I
When men who here refuse will ever be true,
to pray, on rocks and hills Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
and mountains call; Then He’ll call me some day
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure, to my home far away,
all measureless and strong; Where His glory forever I’ll share.
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race–the
saints’ and angels’ song.
270. The Sands of Time Are
Could we with ink the ocean Sinking
fill, and were the skies
of parchment made; Anne R. Cousin
Were every stalk on earth a quill, and
every man a scribe by trade; The sands of time are sinking, the
To write the love of God above dawn of Heaven breaks;
would drain the ocean dry; The summer morn I’ve sighed
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, for—the fair, sweet morn awakes:
though stretched from sky to sky. Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in
269. The Old Rugged Cross Immanuel’s land.
Would you be free from Though the world has forsaken God,
the burden of sin? Treads a different path, lives
There’s power in the blood, a different way,
power in the blood; I walk the road that the Saviour trod,
Would you o’er evil a victory win? And all may know I live
There’s wonderful power in the blood. under Jesus’ way.
Would you be free from your Men will look at the life I lead,
passion and pride? See the side I take, and
There’s power in the blood, the things I love;
power in the blood; They judge my Lord by
Come for a cleansing to my every deed;
Calvary’s tide– Lord, set my affections on
There’s wonderful power in the blood. things above.
O what a Saviour that He died for me! I heard an old, old story,
From condemnation He How a Saviour came from glory,
hath made me free; How He gave His life on Calvary
“He that believeth on the To save a wretch like me:
Son,” saith He, I heard about His groaning,
“Hath everlasting life!” Of his precious blood’s atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
“Verily, verily, I say unto you”– And won the victory.
“Verily, verily,” message ever new!
“He that believeth on the O victory in Jesus, My
Son,” ‘tis true! Saviour, forever–
“Hath everlasting life!” He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
All my iniquities on Him were laid, He loved me ere I knew Him,
All my indebtedness by Him was paid; And all my love is due Him.
All who believe on Him, the He plunged me to victory
Lord hath said, Beneath the cleansing flood!
“Have everlasting life.”
I heard about His healing,
Though poor and needy, I Of His cleansing pow’r revealing,
can trust my Lord; How He made the lame to walk again
Though weak and sinful, I And caused the blind to see;
believe His Word; And then I cried, “Dear Jesus,
O glad message! Ev’ry child of God Come and heal my broken spirit,”
“Hath everlasting life.” And somehow Jesus came and bro’t
To me the victory.
Though all unworthy, yet
I will not doubt; I heard about a mansion
For him that cometh He He has built for me in glory,
will not cast out: And I heard about the streets of gold
“He that believeth,” O the Beyond the crystal sea;
Good News shout, About the angels singing
“Hath everlasting life!” And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I’ll sing up there
The song of victory.
288. We Have an Anchor 289. We Have Not Known
Thee as We Ought
Priscilla J. Owens
Thomas B. Pollock
Will your anchor hold in
the storms of life, We have not known Thee as we ought,
When the clouds unfold their Nor learned Thy wisdom,
wings of strife? grace and power;
When the strong tides lift and The things of earth have
the cables strain, filled our thought,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain? And trifles of the passing hour.
Lord, give us light Thy truth to see,
We have an anchor that keeps the soul And make us wise in knowing Thee.
Steadfast and sure while
the billows roll, We have not feared Thee as we ought,
Fastened to the Rock which Nor bowed beneath Thine awful eye,
cannot move, Nor guarded deed and
Grounded firm and deep in word and thought,
the Savior’s love. Remembering that God was nigh.
Lord, give us faith to know Thee near,
It is safely moored, ‘twill the And grant the grace of holy fear.
storm withstand,
For ‘tis well secured by the We have not loved Thee as we ought,
Savior’s hand; Nor cared that we are loved by Thee;
And the cables, passed from Thy presence we have coldly sought,
His heart to mine, And feebly longed Thy face to see.
Can defy that blast, thro’ Lord, give a pure and loving heart
strength divine. To feel and know the love Thou art.
It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear– We have not served Thee as we ought,
When the breakers have told Alas, the duties left undone,
that the reef is near; The work with little fervor wrought,
Though the tempest rave and The battles lost or scarcely won!
the wild winds blow, Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,
Not an angry wave shall For Thee to toil, for Thee to fight.
our bark o’erflow.
When shall we know Thee
It will firmly hold in the Floods of Death– as we ought,
When the waters cold chill And fear and love and serve aright?
our latest breath, When shall we, out of trial brought,
On the rising tide it can never fail, Be perfect in the land of light?
While our hopes abide within the Veil. Lord, may we day by day prepare
To see Thy face and serve Thee there.
When our eyes behold through
the gath’ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the
heav’nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.
290. We Would See Jesus 291. We’ve a Story to Tell to
the Nations
Anna B. Warner
H. Ernest Nichol
We would see Jesus; for the
shadows lengthen We’ve a story to tell to the nations
Across this little landscape of our life; That shall turn their hearts to the right,
We would see Jesus, our weak A story of truth and mercy,
faith to strengthen A story of peace and light,
For the last weariness, the final strife. A story of peace and light.
What a Friend we have in Jesus, Christ has for sin atonement made–
all our sins and griefs to bear! What a wonderful Saviour!
What a privilege to carry We are redeemed, the price is paid–
everything to God in prayer! What a wonderful Saviour!
O what peace we often forfeit, O
what needless pain we bear, What a wonderful Saviour
All because we do not carry is Jesus, my Jesus!
everything to God in prayer. What a wonderful Saviour
is Jesus, my Lord!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere? I praise Him for the cleansing blood–
We should never be discouraged; What a wonderful Saviour!
take it to the Lord in prayer. That reconciled my soul to God–
Can we find a friend so faithful who What a wonderful Saviour!
will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; He cleansed my heart from all its sin–
take it to the Lord in prayer. What a wonderful Saviour!
And now He reigns and rules therein–
Are we weak and heavy laden, What a wonderful Saviour!
cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, He walks beside me in the way–
take it to the Lord in prayer. What a wonderful Saviour!
Do your friends despise, forsake you? And keeps me faithful day by day–
Take it to the Lord in prayer! What a wonderful Saviour!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you;
you will find a solace there. He gives me overcoming power–
What a wonderful Saviour!
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised And triumph in each trying hour–
Thou wilt all our burdens bear What a wonderful Saviour!
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all
to Thee in earnest prayer. To Him I’ve given all my heart–
Soon in glory bright unclouded there What a wonderful Saviour!
will be no need for prayer The world shall never share a part–
Rapture, praise and endless worship What a wonderful Saviour!
will be our sweet portion there.
294. When He Cometh Judgement is coming, all will be there,
Each one receiving justly his due;
William O. Cushing Hide in the saving, sin-
cleansing blood,
When He cometh, when He cometh And “I will pass, will pass over you.”
To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels, O great compassion! O
His loved and His own. boundless love!
O lovingkindness, faithful and true!
Like the stars of the morning Find peace and shelter
His bright crown adorning, under the blood,
They shall shine in their beauty– And “I will pass, will pass over you.”
Bright gems for His crown.
295. When I See the Blood Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
John Foote All the vain things that
charm me most,
Christ our Redeemer died I sacrifice them to His blood.
on the cross,
Died for the sinner, paid all his due; See from His head, His
Sprinkle your soul with the hands, His feet,
blood of the Lamb, Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
And “I will pass, will pass over you.” Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
“When I see the blood, when
I see the blood, Were the whole realm of nature mine,
When I see the blood, I will pass, That were a present far too small;
I will pass over you.” Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Chiefest of sinners Jesus will save–
All He has promised, that He will do;
Wash in the fountain opened for sin,
And “I will pass, will pass over you.”
297. When I’ve Gone the 298. When Morning Gilds
Last Mile of the Way the Skies
When the trumpet of the Lord shall While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
sound and time shall be no more, Clouds will overspread the sky;
And the morning breaks But when traveling days are over,
eternal, bright and fair– Not a shadow, not a sigh.
When the saved of earth shall gather
over on the other shore, Let us then be true and faithful,
And the roll is called up Trusting, serving every day;
yonder, I’ll be there. Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, Onward to the prize before us!
When the roll is called up yonder, Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
When the roll is called up Soon the pearly gates will open–
yonder I’ll be there. We shall tread the streets of gold.
Sing them over again to me, Work, for the night is coming,
Wonderful words of life; Under the sunset skies;
Let me more of their beauty see, While their bright tints are glowing,
Wonderful words of life. Work, for daylight flies.
Words of life and beauty, Work till the last beam fadeth,
Teach me faith and duty: Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is dark’ning,
Beautiful words, wonderful words, When man’s work is o’er.
wonderful words of life,
Beautiful words, wonderful words,
wonderful words of life.
315. Ye Must Be Born Again
Christ, the blessèd One, gives to all
Wonderful words of life; William T. Sleeper
Sinner, list to the loving call,
Wonderful words of life; A ruler once came to Jesus by night
All so freely given, To ask Him the way of
Wooing us to heaven: salvation and light;
The Master made answer in
Sweetly echo the Gospel call, words true and plain,
Wonderful words of life; “Ye must be born again.”
Offer pardon and peace to all,
Wonderful words of life; “Ye must be born again,
Jesus, only Saviour, Ye must be born again,
Sanctify forever: I verily, verily, say unto thee,
Ye must be born again.”
I will sing unto the LORD, Who is like unto thee? {None
For He hath triumphed gloriously: is like unto thee!}
The horse and his rider hath O LORD among the gods {O
He thrown into the sea. LORD among the gods!}
Who is like unto thee? {None
I will sing unto the LORD, is like unto thee!}
For He hath triumphed gloriously: Glorious in holiness; fearful in
The horse and his rider hath praises; doing wonders;
He thrown into the sea. Who is like unto thee? {There is none,
LORD, like thee!}
The LORD, my God, my (Sing twice)
strength, my song,
Has now become my salvation.
Sing unto the LORD, all the earth. 33. Psalm 101: 3
Ladies echo: {Sing unto the
LORD, all the earth.} I Will Set No Wicked Thing
Sing unto the LORD, bless His Name: I will set no wicked thing
Ladies echo: {Sing unto the before mine eyes:
LORD, bless His Name} I will set no wicked thing
before mine eyes.
Shew forth His salvation I hate the work of them that turn aside;
from day to day. It shall not cleave to me.
Ladies echo: {from day to day} I will set no wicked thing before mine
eyes. (Sing twice)
Declare His glory among the heathen,
His wonders among all people.
For the LORD is great, 34. Psalm 103: 1-5
And greatly to be praised:
He is to be feared above all gods. “Bless His Holy Name”
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Bless the LORD, O my soul,
and all that is within me,
Bless His Holy Name, yes,
bless His Holy Name!
Bless the LORD, O my soul, and
32. Psalm 100 forget-not all His benefits!
O Bless the LORD, yes, bless
Make a Joyful Noise His Holy Name!
unto the LORD
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities,
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, Who healeth all thine diseases,
All ye, all ye lands. Who redeemeth thy life
Serve the LORD, the LORD from destruction.
with gladness: Who crowneth thee with
Come before His presence lovingkindness,
with singing. Tender mercies, Who satisfieth:
Know ye that the LORD He is God: Satisfies thy mouth with good things.
It is He that hath made us,
And not we ourselves: So that thy youth is renewed
We are His people, and the like the eagle’s.
sheep of His pasture. Bless the LORD, O bless
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, the LORD, my soul!
And into His courts with praise:
So that thy youth is renewed 37. Psalm 104: 33 - 35
like the eagle’s.
Bless the LORD, O bless I Will Sing unto the LORD
the LORD, my soul!
I will sing unto the LORD
as long as I live!
I will sing praise to my God
while I have my being.
35. Psalm 104: 1, 24, 33 - 34 My meditation of Him shall be sweet:
I will be glad, I will be glad
Bless the LORD, O My Soul in the LORD.
So, bless thou the LORD, O my
Bless the LORD, O my soul. soul. Praise ye the LORD!
O LORD my God, Thou art very great! Bless thou the LORD, O my
Thou art clothed with honor soul. Praise ye the LORD!
and majesty! Bless thou the LORD, O my
O LORD, how manifold are Thy works! soul. Praise ye the LORD!
In wisdom hast Thou made them all: Bless thou the LORD, O my
The earth is full of Thy riches! soul. Praise ye the LORD!
The LORD is high above all nations, It is better to trust in the LORD
And His glory above the heavens. Than to put confidence in man;
Who is like unto the LORD our God, It is better to trust in the LORD
Who dwelleth on high? Than to put confidence in man.
IT IS BETTER TO TRUST
From the rising of the sun IN THE LORD!
Unto the going down of the same
The Name of the LORD
is to be praised! 42. Psalm 118: 24
This Is the Day!
73. Jeremiah 9: 23 - 24
Let Not the Wise Man 75. Jeremiah 33: 3
Let not the wise man glory Call unto Me
in his wisdom,
Neither let the mighty man Call unto me and I will answer thee
glory in his might, And show thee great and
Let not the rich man glory mighty things
in his riches. Which thou knowest not.
But let him that glorieth glory in this: (Repeat)
That he understandeth
and knoweth Me,
That I am the LORD 76. Daniel 12: 3
Which exercise loving kindness,
Judgment, and righteousness And They That Be Wise
in the earth.
For in these things, I delight, And they that be wise shall shine
In these things I delight, As the brightness of the firmament!
saith the LORD. And they that turn many
to righteousness
74. Jeremiah 24: 7 As the stars for ever, and
ever, and ever
And I Will Give Them an Heart And they shall shine, they shall shine,
But we see Jesus, made a little lower, Casting, casting all your
Made a little lower than the angels, care upon Him;
For the suffering of death. For He careth for you.
But we see Jesus, crowned Casting, casting all your
with glory and honour, care upon Him;
That He, by the grace of God, For He careth for you.
Should taste death for every man.
He careth for you, He careth for you.
Casting all your care upon Him,
For He careth for you,
95. Hebrews 12: 2 He careth for you!