Hymns
We all have our favourites; these are currently my top
102.
May they help us to worship Christ our Saviour and King.
Index
All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh:
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace,
Your surety is:
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.
He dies to atone
For sins not his own:
Your debt he has paid, and your work he has done.
Ye all may receive
The peace he did leave,
Who made intercession: My Father, forgive!
For you and for me
He prayed on the tree:
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
That sinner am I,
Who on Jesus rely,
And come for the pardon God cannot deny.
My pardon I claim;
For a sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus' name.
He purchased the grace,
Which now I embrace:
O Father, thou know'st he hath died in my place.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail
And mortal life shall cease
I shall possess within the veil
A life of joy and peace.
Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on his hands.
He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all redeeming love,
His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me:
"Forgive him, O forgive", they cry,
"Nor let that ransomed sinner die!"
The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son:
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear,
With confidence, I now draw nigh,
And, Father, Abba, Father, cry!
Before the throne of God above,
I have a strong, a perfect plea;
A great High-priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there,
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on him and pardon me.
Behold him there! the risen Lamb!
My perfect, spotless Righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace!
One with himself, I cannot die;
My soul is purchased by his blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God.
Beneath the blood-stained lintel
I with my children stand;
A messenger of evil
Is passing through the land.
There is no other refuge
From the destroyer's face;
Beneath the blood-stained lintel
Shall be our hiding-place.
The Lamb of God has suffered,
Our sins and griefs he bore;
By faith the blood is sprinkled
Above our dwelling's door.
The foe who seeks to enter
Doth fear that sacred sign;
Tonight the blood-stained lintel
Shall shelter me and mine.
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand;
The shadow of a mighty Rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.
O safe and happy shelter,
O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting-place where heaven's love
And heaven's justice meet!
And there between us stands the cross
Two arms outstretched to save;
Like watchmen set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.
There upon that cross of Jesus,
Mine eyes at time can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears
Two wonders I confess -
The wonder of his glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.
I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of his face:
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss -
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.
Break thou the bread of life, dear Lord to me,
As thou didst break the loaves beside the sea;
Beyond the sacred page I seek thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for thee, O living Word!
Break thou the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
That hid within my heart thy word may be;
Mould thou each inward thought, from self set free,
And let my steps be all controlled by thee.
Open thy word of truth that I may see
Thy message written clear and plain for me;
Then in sweet fellowship walking with thee,
Thine image on my life engraved may be.
O send thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That he may touch my eyes and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within thy word,
And in thy book revealed I see the Lord.
Bless thou the truth, dear Lord, to me, to me,
As thou didst bless the bread by Galilee:
Then shall all bondage cease, all fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace, my All in All.
Buried with Christ, and raised with him too;
What is there left for me to do?
Simply to cease from struggling and strife,
Simply to walk in newness of life.
Risen with Christ, my glorious Head,
Holiness now the pathway I tread,
Beautiful thought, while walking therein:
He that is dead is freed from sin.
Living with Christ, who dieth no more,
Following Christ, who goeth before;
I am from bondage utterly freed,
Reckoning self as dead indeed.
Living for Christ, my members I yield
Servants to God, for evermore sealed,
Not under law, I'm now under grace,
Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place.
Growing in Christ; no more shall be named
Things of which now I'm truly ashamed,
Fruit unto holiness will I bear,
Life evermore, the end I shall share.
Christ, above all glory seated!
King triumphant, strong to save!
Dying, thou hast death defeated;
Buried, thou hast spoiled the grave..
Thou art gone where now is given,
What no mortal might could gain,
On the eternal throne of heaven,
In the Father's power to reign.
There thy kingdoms all adore thee,
Heaven above and earth below;
While the depths of hell before thee
Trembling and defeated bow.
We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,
Follow thee above the sky;
Hear our prayers thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to thee on high.
So when thou again in glory
On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,
We thy flock may stand before thee,
Owned for evermore as thine.
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire,
Come, and in me delight to rest;
Drawn by the lure of strong desire,
O come and consecrate my breast;
The temple of my soul prepare,
And fix thy sacred presence there.
Eager for thee I ask and pant;
So strong, the principle divine
Carries me out, with sweet constraint,
Till all my hallowed soul is thine;
Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sea,
And lost in thine immensity.
My peace, my life, my comfort thou,
My treasure and my all thou art;
True witness of my sonship, now
Engraving pardon on my heart,
Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven,
Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven.
Come then, my God, mark out thine heir,
Of heaven a larger earnest give;
With clearer light thy witness bear,
More sensibly within me live;
Let all my powers thine entrance feel,
And deeper stamp thyself the seal.
Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening fire!
Come, and my hallowed heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood;
Now to my soul thyself reveal,
Thy mighty working let me feel,
And know that I am born of God.
Humble, and teachable, and mild,
O may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue!
Be anger to my soul unknown,
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;
In love create thou all things new.
Let earth no more my heart divide,
With Christ may I be crucified,
To thee with my whole soul aspire;
Dead to the world and all its toys,
Be thou alone my one desire.
My will be swallowed up in thee;
Light in thy light still may I see,
Beholding thee with open face;
Called the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallowed heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Let us thine influence prove,
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of light and love.
Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee
The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, thyself the key,
Unseal the sacred Book.
Expand thy wings, celestial Dove,
Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disordered spirits move,
And let there now be light.
God, through himself, we then shall know,
If thou within us shine,
And sound, with all thy saints below,
The depths of love divine.
Come, Holy Ghost, thine influence shed,
And realize the sign;
Thy life infuse into the bread,
Thy power into the wine.
Effectual let the tokens prove
And made, by heavenly art,
Fit channels to convey thy love
To every faithful heart.
Come let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine:
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see.
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell thee who I am,
My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on my hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold.
Art thou the man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
Yield to me now; for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer;
Speak, or thou never hence shall move,
And tell me if thy name is Love.
T'is Love, t'is Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear the whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal Love thou art;
To me, to all, thy mercies move:
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive,
Through faith I see thee face to face;
I see thee face to face and live;
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend;
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I
On thee alone for strength depend;
Nor have I power from thee to move:
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above,
Assist me with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare a place.
O let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free,
Which pants to have no other will,
But day and night to feast on thee.
That path with humble speed I'll seek,
Wherein my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,
Of any other love but thine.
Henceforth may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.
Thee I can love, and thee alone,
With pure delight and inward bliss;
To know thou tak'st me for thine own,
O what a happiness is this.
Nothing on earth do I desire
But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,
And freely give up all the rest.
Come, thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All his sufferings for mankind:
True recorder of his passion,
Now the living faith impart,
Now reveal his great salvation,
Preach his gospel to our heart.
Come, thou Witness of his dying;
Come, Remembrancer divine,
Let us feel thy power, applying
Christ to every soul, and mine.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure
Sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
Of my Lord's unchanging love!
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
0 to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart, 0 take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above!
Come, thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free,
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every loving heart.
Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a king,
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
Earth, rejoice, our Lord is King!
Sons of men, his praises sing;
Sing ye in triumphant strains,
Jesus the Messiah reigns!
Power is all to Jesus given,
Lord of hell, and earth, and heaven.
Every knee to him shall bow;
Satan, hear, and tremble now!
Angels and archangels join,
All triumphantly combine,
All in Jesu's praise agree,
Carrying on his victory.
Though the sons of night blaspheme,
More there are with us than them;
God with us, we cannot fear;
Fear, ye fiends, for Christ is here!
Lo! to faith's enlightened sight,
All the mountain flames with light;
Hell is nigh, but God is nigher,
Circling us with hosts of fire.
Christ the Saviour is come down,
Points us to the victor's crown,
Bids us take our seats above,
More than conquerors in his love.
Eternal Sun of Righteousness,
Display thy beams divine,
And cause the glories of thy face
Upon my heart to shine.
Light in thy light O may I see,
Thy grace and mercy prove,
Revived and cheered and blessed by thee,
The God of pardoning love.
Lift up thy countenance serene,
And let thy happy child
Behold, without a cloud between,
The Godhead reconciled.
That all-comprising peace bestow
On me, through grace forgiven;
The joys of holiness below,
And then the joys of heaven.
Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
I humbly seek thy face,
Encouraged by the Saviour's word
To ask thy pardoning grace.
Far from the paths of men, to thee
I solemnly retire;
See, thou dost in secret see,
And grant my heart's desire.
The grace I languish to receive,
The Spirit of love and power,
Blameless before thy face to live,
To live and sin no more.
Fain would I thy goodness feel,
And know my sins forgiven,
And do on earth thy perfect will
As angels do in heaven.
O Father, glorify thy Son,
And grant what I require;
For Jesu's sake the gift send down,
And answer me by fire.
Kindle the flame of love within,
Which may to heaven ascend,
And now the work of grace begin,
Which shall in glory end.
For ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word; t'is immortality.
Here in the body pent, absent from him I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent a day's march nearer home.
My Father's house on high, home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's foreseeing eye thy golden gates appear!
My thirsty spirit faints to reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints - Jerusalem above.
For ever with the Lord! Father, if ‘tis they will,
The promise of that faithful word, e'en here to me fulfill.
Be thou at my right hand, then can I never fail;
Uphold thou me, so I shall stand, fight and I must prevail.
So when my latest breath shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death, and life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known, how shall I love that word!
And oft repeat before the throne, for ever with the Lord.
From heaven you came, helpless babe
Entered our world, your glory veiled;
Not to be served, but to serve
And give your life that we might live.
This is our God, the Servant King.
He calls us now to follow him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to the Servant King.
There in the garden of tears,
My heavy load he chose to bear;
His heart with sorrow was torn,
"Yet not my will but yours," he said.
Come see his hands and his feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice,
The hands that flung the stars into space,
To cruel nails surrendered.
So let us learn how to serve
And in our lives enthrone him,
Each others needs to prefer,
For it is Christ we're serving.
Glory be to God on high,
And peace on earth descend:
God comes down, he bows the sky,
And shows himself our friend:
God, the invisible appears:
God, the blest, the great I AM,
Sojourns in this vale of tears,
And Jesus is his name.
Him the angels all adored,
Their Maker and their King;
Tidings of their humbled Lord
They now to mortals bring.
Emptied of his majesty,
Of his dazzling glories shorn,
Being's source begins to be,
And Christ himself is born!
See the eternal son of God
A mortal Son of Man;
Dwelling in an earthly clod,
Whom heaven cannot contain.
Stand amazed, ye heavens, at this:
See the Lord of earth and skies;
Humbled to the dust he is,
And in a manger lies.
We, the sons of men, rejoice,
The Prince of Peace proclaim;
With heaven's host lift up our voice,
And shout Immanuel's name:
Knees and hearts to him we bow;
Of our flesh and of our bone,
Jesus is our brother now,
And God is all our own.
Grace sufficient he'll provide you,
Grace in just the way you need,
Grace to save you, grace to guide you,
Grace from sin to keep you freed;
Grace that you may stand unmoving,
Grace in conflict to succeed;
Grace sufficient, always proving
His is wondrous grace indeed.
Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
He come the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved Name.
Hark! the herald-angels sing
Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Hark! the herald-angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb!
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as Man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel!
Hark! the herald-angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald-angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
I am content with what I have,
Little be it or much;
And, Lord, contentment still I crave,
Because thou savest such.
Fullness to such a burden is
That go on pilgrimage;
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age.
He was pierced for our transgressions,
And bruised for our iniquities,
And to bring us peace he was punished,
And by his stripes we are healed.
He was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Although he was innocent of crime,
And cut off from the land of the living,
He paid for the guilt that was mine.
All we, like sheep, have gone astray,
Turned every one to his own way,
And the Lord has laid on him
The iniquity of us all.
He who would valiant be
'Gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy
Follow the Master.
There's no discouragement
Shall make him once relent,
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.
Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might,
Though he with giants fight,
He will make good his right
To be a pilgrim.
Since, Lord, thou dost defend
Us with thy Spirit,
We know we at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away!
I'll fear not what men say,
I'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.
Here is love vast as the ocean,
Loving kindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our ransom,
Shed for us his precious blood.
Who his love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing his praise?
He can never be forgotten
Throughout heaven's eternal days.
On the mount of crucifixion
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God's mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And heaven's peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.
Let me all thy love accepting,
Love thee, ever all my days;
Let me seek thy kingdom only
And my life be to thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my glory,
Nothing in the world I see;
Thou hast cleansed and sanctified me,
Thou thyself hast set me free.
Here, 0 my Lord, I see thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand th'eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon thee lean.
Here would I feed upon the Bread of God;
Here drink with thee the royal Wine of Heaven;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
This is the hour of banquet and of song,
This is the heav'nly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong
The brief, bright hour of fellow-ship with thee.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, though not the love, is past and gone;
The bread and wine remove; but thou art here,
Nearer than ever; still my Shield and Sun.
Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood:
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, 0 Lord, my God.
Feast after feast thus comes, and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad Feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb's great Bridal Feast of bliss and love.
His hands were pierced, the hands that made
The mountain range and everglade;
That washed the stains of sin away
And changed earth's darkness into day.
His feet were pierced, the feet that trod
The furthest shining star of God;
And left their imprint deep and clear
On ev'ry winding pathway here.
His heart was pierced, the heart that burned
To comfort every heart that yearned,
And from it came a cleansing flood,
The river of redeeming blood.
His hands and feet and heart, all three
Were pierced for me on Calvary,
And here and now to him I bring
My hands, feet, heart, an offering.
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart –
His wounds have paid my ransom.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believers 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 countless stores of grace.
Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My 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;
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice
And it told thy love to me,
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to thee.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To the cross where thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To thy precious, bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in thine.
O the pure delight of a single hour,
That before thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with thee my God,
I commune as friend with friend.
There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea,
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with thee.
I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth.
Dance, dance wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the dance said he
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I'll lead you all in the dance said he.
I danced for the Scribe and the Pharisee,
But they would not dance and they wouldn't follow me.
I danced for the fishermen, for James and John.
They came with me and the dance went on.
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame.
The holy people said it was a shame.
They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high
And they left me there on the cross to die.
I danced on the Friday and the sky turned black
It's hard to dance with the Devil on your back.
Then they buried my body and they thought I'd gone
But I am the dance and I still go on.
They cut me down and I leapt up high;
I am the Life that will never, never die.
I'll live in you if you live in me
I am the Lord of the dance said he.
I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in the precious blood
That flows from Calvary.
I am coming, Lord,
Coming now to thee:
Trusting only in the blood
That flowed from Calvary.
Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure:
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
'Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope and peace and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
'Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcome grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto me and rest:
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad;
I found in him a resting place,
And he has made me glad.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold I freely give the living water;
Thirsty one, stoop down and drink and live."
I came to Jesus and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's light;
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.
I want a principle within
Of jealous godly fear,
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
I want the first approach to feel
Of pride or fond desire,
To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
O may the least omission pain
My well instructed soul,
And drive me to the blood again
Which makes the wounded whole.
I want the Spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind:
Of power, to conquer inbred sin;
Of love, to thee and all mankind;
Of health, that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
When shall I hear the inward voice
Which only faithful souls can hear?
Pardon and peace, and heavenly joys
Attend the promised Comforter:
O come, and righteousness divine,
And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine.
O that the Comforter would come!
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And take possession of my breast,
And fix in me his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God.
Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire!
Attest that I am born again;
Come, and baptise me now with fire,
Nor let the former gifts be vain:
I cannot rest in sins forgiven;
Where is the earnest of my heaven?
Where the indubitable seal
That ascertains the kingdom mine?
The powerful stamp I long to feel,
The signature of love divine:
O shed it in my heart abroad,
Fullness of love, of heaven, of God.
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honour of his Word
The glory of his cross.
At the Cross, at the Cross, where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.
Jesus, my Lord! 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.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me,
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified:
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
Is the rich man worth more than the poor man?
The stranger worth more than a friend?
Is a baby worth more than an old man?
Your beginning worth more than your end?
Is a President worth more than his assassin?
Does your value decrease with your time?
Like when Christ took the place of Barabbas,
Would you say he was wasting his time?
Well how much do you think your are worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Would you say that a man is worth nothing
Till someone is willing to pay?
Suppose that you think that you matter,
Well how much do you matter to whom?
It's much easier at night when with friends and bright lights
That much later alone in your room.
Do you think you're just one in a million
When you finish this whole human race?
Does it really make much of a difference
When your friends have forgotten your face?
Well how much do you think your are worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Would you say that a man is worth nothing
Till someone is willing to pay?
If you heard that your life had been valued
And a price had been paid on the nail,
Would you ask what was traded, how much and who paid it,
Who was he, and what was his name?
If you heard that his name was called Jesus,
Would you say that the price was too dear?
He was held to the cross, not by nails but by love;
It was you broke his heart, not the spear!
Would you say you are worth what it cost him?
You say no, but the price stays the same.
If it don't make you cry, knock it off, pass it by,
But remember the day when you throw it away
That he paid what he thought you were worth!
I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew him;
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus he bound me to him;
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which nought can sever;
For I am his and he is mine,
For ever and for ever.
I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
He bled, he died to save me:
And not alone the gift of life,
But his own self he gave me.
Naught that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all
Are his, and his for ever.
I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
All power to him is given,
To guard me on my onward course
And bring me safe to heaven.
Eternal glories gleam afar,
To nerve my faint endeavour;
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then to rest for ever.
I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
So kind and true and tender!
So wise a Counsellor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender!
From him who loves me now so well
What power my soul shall sever?
Shall life, or death, or earth, or hell?
No! I am his for ever.
Jesu, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is nigh:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! Leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ! art all I want;
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Though art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Jesu, thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to thee,
And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, thine alone, I am,
Be thou alone my constant flame.
O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell but thy pure love alone;
O may thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange flames far from heart remove;
My every act, word, thought be love.
O Love, how cheering is thy ray;
All pain before thy presence flies,
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arise:
O Jesu, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but thee.
Unwearied may I this pursue,
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
Jesus, all-atoning Lamb,
Thine, and only thine, I am:
Take my body, spirit soul;
Only thou possess the whole.
Thou my one thing needful be;
Let me ever cleave to thee;
Let me choose the better part;
Let me give thee all my heart.
Fairer than the sons of men,
Do not let me turn again,
Leave the fountain-head of bliss,
Stoop to creature happiness.
Whom have I on earth below?
Thee, and only thee, I know;
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
Thou art all in all to me.
All my treasure is above,
All my riches is thy love:
Who the worth of love can tell?
Infinite, unsearchable.
Thou, O Love, my portion art;
Lord, thou know'st my simple heart!
Other comforts I despise,
Love be all my paradise.
Nothing else can I require,
Love fills up my whole desire;
All thy other gifts remove,
Still thou giv'st me all in love.
Jesus hath died that I might live,
Might live to God alone,
In him eternal life receive,
And be in spirit one.
Saviour, I thank thee for the grace,
The gift unspeakable!
And wait with arms of faith to embrace,
And all thy love to feel.
My soul breaks out in strong desire
The perfect bliss to prove;
My longing heart is all on fire
To be dissolved in love.
Give me thyself - from every boast,
From every sin set free;
Let all I am in thee be lost,
But give thyself to me.
Thy gift, alone, cannot suffice
Unless thyself be given;
Thy presence makes my paradise,
And where thou art is heaven.
Jesus keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream,
Flows from Calv'ry's mountain.
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning Star
Shed its beams around me.
Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o'er me.
Near the cross I'll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
Jesus, let me ever be
Firmly grounded upon thee,
Ever in thy work abide,
Ever in thy wounds reside.
Plant, and root, and fix in me
All the mind that was in thee;
Settled peace I then shall find;
Jesu's is a quiet mind.
Anger I no more shall feel,
Always even, always still,
Meekly on my God reclined;
Jesu's is a gentle mind.
I shall suffer and fulfil
All my Father's gracious will,
Be in all alike resigned;
Jesu's is a patient mind.
When 'tis deeply rooted here
Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Fear doth servile spirits bind;
Jesu's is a noble mind.
I shall nothing know beside
Jesus, and him crucified;
Perfectly to him be joined,
Jesu's is a loving mind.
I shall triumph evermore,
Gratefully my God adore,
God so good, so true, so kind,
Jesu's is a thankful mind.
Lowly, loving, meek and pure,
I shall to the end endure,
Be no more to sin inclined;
Jesu's is a constant mind.
I shall fully be restored
To the image of my Lord,
Witnessing to all mankind,
Jesu's is a perfect mind.
Jesus, Lord, I have a longing to be filled by only thee,
So my life may be a witness of thy great reality.
Spring, O spring up, Holy Spirit,
Well of life within my soul,
Spring thou up to life eternal,
Absolutely making whole.
Precious Lord, the world is waiting
For this mighty stream to flow,
So that life and health and gladness
Follow everywhere we go.
Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to heaven.
Jesus! the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls it speaks
And life into the dead.
O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace;
The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.
His only righteousness I show,
His saving grace proclaim;
'Tis all my business here below
To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"
Happy, if with my latest breath
I might but gasp his name;
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
"Behold, behold, the Lamb!"
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, even me, to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.
Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
Which at the mercy seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, even for my soul, was shed.
Jesu, be endless praise to thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me and all thy hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.
Ah! give to all thy servants, Lord,
With power to speak thy gracious word,
That all who to thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in thee.
Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom love and power,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are to mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
Great prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came:
The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heav'n.
Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern and my Guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.
I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eye shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
Bears in his arms the tender lambs.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside;
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
O thou Almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King!
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reign of grace, I sing:
Thine is the power: behold I sit
In willing bonds before thy feet.
Now let my soul arise
And tread the Tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and malice on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Superior power and guardian grace.
Joy to the world; the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her king;
Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature sing.
Joy to the world; The Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
He rules the world with truth and grace;
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
Let earth and heaven agree,
Angels and men be joined,
To celebrate with me
The Saviour of mankind;
To adore the all-atoning Lamb,
And bless the sound of Jesu's name.
Jesus, transporting sound!
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
By which we can salvation have;
But Jesus came the world to save.
Jesus, harmonious name!
It charms the hosts above;
They evermore proclaim
And wonder at his love;
'Tis all their happiness to gaze
'Tis heaven to see our Jesu's face.
His name the sinner hears,
And is from sin set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory;
New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.
Stung by the scorpion sin,
My poor expiring soul
The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole:
See there my Lord upon the tree!
I hear, I feel, he died for me.
O unexampled love!
O all-redeeming grace!
How swiftly didst thou move
To save a fallen race!
What shall I do to make it known
What thou for all mankind hast done?
O for a trumpet voice,
On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice
In him who died for all;
For all my Lord was crucified,
For all, for all my Saviour died!
Let earth and heaven combine,
Angels and men agree,
To praise in songs divine
The incarnate Deity,
Our God contracted to a span,
Incomprehensibly made man.
He laid his glory by,
He wrapped him in our clay;
Unmarked by human eye,
The latent Godhead lay;
Infant of days he here became,
And bore the mild Immanuel's name.
Unsearchable the love
That hath the Saviour brought;
The grace is far above
Or man or angels thought:
Suffice for us that God, we know,
Our God is manifest below.
He deigns in flesh to appear,
Widest extremes to join;
To bring our vileness near,
And make us all divine:
And we the life of God shall know,
For God is manifest below.
Made perfect first in love,
And sanctified by grace,
We shall from earth remove,
And see his glorious face:
Then shall his love be fully showed,
And man shall then be lost in God.
Lord, enthroned in heav'ly splendour,
First begotten from the dead,
Thou alone, our strong Defender,
Liftest up thy people's head.
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Jesu, True and Living Bread!
Here our humblest homage pay we;
Here in loving reverence bow;
Here, for faith's discernment pray we,
Lest we fail to know thee now.
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Thou art here, we ask not how.
Though the lowliest form doth veil thee
As of old in Bethlehem,
Here, as there, thine angels hail thee,
Branch and Flower of Jesse's stem.
Alleluia, Alleluia.
We in worship join with them.
Paschal Lamb, thine offering, finished
Once for all when thou wast slain,
In its fullness undiminished
Shall for evermore remain,
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Cleansing souls from every stain.
Life imparting Heavenly Manna,
Stricken Rock with streaming side,
Heav'n and earth with loud hosanna,
Worship thee, the Lamb who died.
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Risen, ascended, glorified!
Lord, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known,
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone.
A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear and sin and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
O that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in!
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
Remove this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.
I would be thine, thou know'st I would,
And have thee all my own;
Thee, O my all-sufficient Good!
I want, and thee alone.
Thy name to me, thy nature grant;
This, only this be given;
Nothing beside my God I want,
Nothing in earth or heaven.
Man of Sorrows! What a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim:
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned he stood;
Sealed my pardon with his blood:
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Guilty, vile and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was he:
Full atonement - can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Lifted up was he to die.
It is finished! was his cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
When he comes, our glorious King,
All his ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we'll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Saviour!
Meekness and majesty, manhood and deity,
In perfect harmony, the Man who is God.
Lord of eternity dwells in humanity,
Kneels in humility and washes our feet.
O what a mystery, meekness and majesty.
Bow down and worship for this is our God.
Father's pure radiance, perfect in innocence,
Yet learns obedience to death on a cross.
Suffering to give us life, conquering through sacrifice,
And as they crucify, prays, "Father, forgive."
Wisdom unsearchable, God the invisible,
Love indestructible, in frailty appears.
Lord of infinity, stooping so tenderly,
Lifts our humanity to the heights of his throne.
My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever-Living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that he died for me.
Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I come to him,
He'll never cast me out.
My heart is leaning on the word,
The written word of God,
Salvation by my Saviour's Name,
Salvation through his blood.
My great Physician heals the sick,
The lost he came to save:
For me his precious blood he shed,
For me his life he gave.
My goal is God himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but himself, my God:
'Tis his to lead me there, not mine, but his,
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road!
So faith bounds forward to its goal in God,
And love can trust her Lord to lead her there;
Upheld by him, my soul is following hard,
Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.
My God! I know, I feel thee mine,
And will not quit my claim,
Till all I have is lost in thine
And all renewed I am.
I hold thee with a trembling hand,
But will not let thee go,
Till steadfastly by faith I stand
And all thy goodness know.
Jesus, thine all-victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.
O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow,
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow!
O that it now from heaven might fall,
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call,
Spirit of burning come!
Refining Fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to veil his face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, his covenant and 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.
None is like Jeshurun's God,
So great, so strong, so high;
Lo! he spreads his wings abroad,
He rides upon the sky:
Israel is his first-born son;
God, the almighty God, is thine;
See him to thy help come down,
The excellence divine.
Thee the great Jehovah deigns
To succour and defend;
Thee the eternal God sustains,
Thy Maker and thy Friend:
Israel, what hast thou to dread?
Safe from all impending harms,
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.
God is thine; disdain to fear
The enemy within:
God shall in thy flesh appear,
And make an end of sin;
God, the man of sin shall slay,
Fill thee with triumphant joy;
God shall thrust him out and say:
Destroy them all, destroy!
All the struggle then is o'er,
And wars and fightings cease;
Israel then shall sin no more,
But dwell in perfect peace:
All his enemies are gone;
Sin shall have in him no part;
Israel now shall dwell alone,
With Jesus in his heart.
Blest, O Israel, art thou!
What people is like thee?
Saved from sin by Jesus, now
Thou art and still shalt be;
Jesus is thy sevenfold shield,
Jesus is thy flaming sword;
Earth, and hell, and sin shall yield
To God's almighty Word.
O come and dwell in me
Spirit of power within!
And bring the glorious liberty
From sorrow, fear and sin.
The seed of sin's disease,
Spirit of health, remove,
Spirit of finished holiness
Spirit of perfect love.
Hasten the joyful day
Which shall my sins consume,
When old things shall be passed away,
And all things new become.
I want the witness, Lord,
That all I do is right,
According to thy will and word,
Well-pleasing in thy sight.
I ask no higher state;
Indulge me but in this,
And soon or later then translate
To my eternal bliss.
O for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!
A heart that always feels the blood
So freely spilt for me!
A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.;
An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within;
A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine!
My heart, thou know'st, can never rest,
Till thou create my peace;
Till, of my Eden re-possessed,
From every sin I cease.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart!
Come quickly from above,
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of love.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.
He speaks, and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
My gracious master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of thy name.
O Jesus I have promised to serve thee to the end
Be now and ever near me, my Master and my Friend;
I shall not fear the battle if thou are by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway if thou will be my Guide.
O let me feel thee near me; the world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle, the tempting sounds I hear;
My foes are ever near me, around me and within;
But, Jesus draw still nearer and shield my soul from sin.
O let me hear thee speaking in accents clear and still,
Above the storms of passion, the murmurs of self-will;
O speak to reassure me, to hasten or control;
And speak to make me listen, O Guardian of my soul.
O Jesus, thou have promised to all who follow thee
That where thou are in glory there shall your servant be;
And, Jesus, I have promised to serve thee to the end;
O give me grace to follow my Master and my Friend.
O let me see your footmarks, and in them plant my own;
My hope to follow truly is in your strength alone.
O guide me, call me, draw me, uphold me to the end;
And then in heaven receive me, my Saviour and my Friend.
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth;
For Christ is born of Mary;
And, gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven,
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in;
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord, Immanuel.
O Lord our hearts are yearning
For the promised latter rain,
When the Jew and Gentile gather
In the Church restored again;
There will be no more separation,
God's people shall be one,
Their praise ascend to heaven,
God's will on earth be done.
And the rivers shall flow in the desert
And the light from heaven descend,
For the earth shall be filled with his glory
For ever, world without end.
He will heal the broken hearted,
He will cause the blind to see,
He will make the lame to walk again,
He will set your captives free,
Every prison shall be open
Every pain he'll take away,
And the Lord will reign in Zion,
That will be a glorious day.
Every valley shall be exalted,
Every mountain be made low,
The crooked shall be straight again,
And the Spirit of God shall flow.
Just to see his heart and glory,
Ever filled with love divine,
Just to hear his voice from heaven;
I have spoken, thou art mine.
O Love divine! what hast thou done?
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of Life and peace!
Come, sinners, see your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
Is crucified for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood,
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
Then let us sit beneath his Cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things from him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.
O teach me what it meaneth, that cross uplifteth high,
With One - the Man of Sorrows - condemned to bleed and die.
O teach me what it cost thee to make a sinner whole;
And teach me, Saviour, teach me the value of a soul.
O teach me what it meaneth, that sacred crimson tide,
The blood and water flowing from thine own wounded side.
Teach me that if none other had sinned, but I alone,
Yet still, thy blood, Lord Jesus, thine only, must atone.
O teach me what it meaneth, thy love beyond compare,
The love that reaches deeper than depths of self-despair.
Yea, teach me, 'til there gloweth in this cold heart of mine
Some feeble, pale reflection of that pure love of thine.
O teach me what it meaneth, for I am full of sin;
And grace alone can reach me, and love alone can win.
O teach me, for I need thee, I have no hope beside,
The chief of all the sinners for whom the Saviour died.
O infinite Redeemer, I bring no other plea,
Because thou dost invite me I cast myself on thee.
Because thou dost accept me I love and I adore;
Because thy love constraineth, I'll praise thee evermore.
O the love that drew salvation's plan,
O the grace that brought it down to man,
O the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary.
Mercy there was great and grace was free,
Pardon there was multiplied for me
There my burdened soul found liberty, at Calvary.
O what a mystery I see, what marvellous design,
That God should come as one of us a Son in David's line.
Flesh of our flesh, of woman born, our human-ness he owns;
And for a world of wickedness his guiltless blood atones.
This perfect man, incarnate God, by selfless sacrifice
Destroyed our sinful history, all fallen Adam's curse.
In him the curse to blessing turns, my barren spirit flowers,
As over the shattered power of sin the cross of Jesus towers.
By faith, a child of his, I stand, an heir of David's line,
Royal descendant by his blood destined by Love's design.
Fathers of faith, my fathers now! because in Christ I am,
And all God's promises in him to me are 'Yes, Amen!'
No more then as a child of earth must I my lifetime spend -
His history, his destiny are mine to apprehend.
O what a Saviour, what a Lord, O Master, Brother, Friend!
What miracle has joined me to this Life that never ends!
O what shall I do my Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace,
So strong to deliver, so good to redeem
The weakest believer that hangs upon him.
How happy the man whose heart is set free,
The people that can be joyful in thee;
Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face,
And still they are talking of Jesus's grace.
Their daily delight shall be in thy name;
They shall as their right thy righteousness claim;
Thy righteousness wearing, and cleansed by thy blood,
Bold shall they appear in the presence of God.
For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence;
I trust in his word, none plucks me from thence;
Since I have found favour, he all things will do;
My King and my Saviour shall make me anew.
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus I come, Jesus I come;
Into thy freedom, gladness and light
Jesus I come to thee;
Out of my sickness into thy health,
Out of my want and into thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into thyself,
Jesus I come to thee.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus I come, Jesus I come;
Into the glorious gain of thy cross
Jesus I come to thee;
Out of earth's sorrows into thy balm,
Out of life's storms and into thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalms,
Jesus I come to thee.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus I come, Jesus I come;
Into thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus I come to thee;
Out of myself to dwell in thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus I come to thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus I come, Jesus I come;
Into the joy and light of my home,
Jesus I come to thee;
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of thy sheltering fold,
Ever thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus I come to thee.
Peace, perfect peace, in this dark word of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed?
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found.
Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away?
In Jesus' keeping we are safe and they.
Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.
Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
It is enough; earth's struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labours of my hands,
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked come to thee for dress;
Helpless look to thee for grace:
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgement throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
Saviour of all, to thee we bow,
And own thee faithful to thy word;
We hear thy voice, and open now
Our hearts to entertain our Lord.
Come in, come in, thou heavenly guest,
Delight in what thyself hast given;
On thy own gifts and graces feast,
And make the contrite heart thy heaven.
Smell the sweet odour of our prayers,
Our sacrifice of praise approve,
And treasure up our gracious tears,
And rest in thy redeeming love.
Beneath thy shadow let us sit,
Call us thy friends, and love, and bride,
And bid us freely drink and eat
Thy dainties, and be satisfied.
O let us on thy fulness feed,
And eat thy flesh, and drink thy blood!
Jesu, thy blood is drink indeed,
Jesu, thy flesh is angels' food.
The heavenly manna faith imparts,
Faith makes thy fulness all our own;
We feed upon thee in our hearts,
And find that heaven and thou are one.
Saviour, Prince of Israel's race,
See me from thy lofty throne;
Give the sweet relenting grace,
Soften this obdurate stone;
Stone to flesh, O God convert;
Cast a look, and break my heart.
By thy Spirit, Lord reprove,
All my inmost sins reveal,
Sins against thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified my God,
Spilt again thy precious blood.
Jesu, seek thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter, mourn,
Till I say, by grace restored,
Now thou know'st I love thee Lord!
Might I in thy sight appear
As the publican distressed,
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast,
Groan the sinner's only plea,
God, be merciful to me!
O remember me for good,
Passing through this mortal vale;
Show me the atoning blood,
When my strength and spirit fall;
Give my gasping soul to see
Jesus crucified for me!
See the Conqueror mounts in triumph,
See the King in royal state
Riding on the clouds his chariot
To his heavenly palace gate;
Hark! the choirs of angel voices
Joyful hallelujahs sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heavenly King.
Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory;
He who on the cross did suffer,
He who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
He by death has spoiled his foes.
He has raised our human nature
In the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly places,
There with him in glory stand:
Jesus reigns, adored by angels;
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord, in thine ascension
We by faith behold our own.
Speak, Lord, in thy stillness,
While I wait on thee;
Hushed my heart to listen
In expectancy.
Speak, O blessed Master,
In this quiet hour;
Let me see thy face, Lord,
Feel thy touch of power.
For the words thou speakest,
They are life indeed;
Living bread from heaven,
Now my spirit feed.
Satiate my being,
With thy fullness fill;
As the dew descending,
Let thy speech distil.
All to thee is yielded,
I am not mine own;
Blissful, glad surrender,
I am thine alone.
Speak, thy servant heareth;
Be not silent, Lord,
Waits my soul upon thee
For the quickening word.
Fill me with the knowledge
Of thy glorious will;
All thine own good pleasure
In thy child fulfil.
Like a watered garden
Full of fragrance rare,
Lingering in thy presence,
Let my life appear.
Spirit of faith, come down,
Reveal the things of God;
And make to us the Godhead known,
And witness with the blood.
'Tis thine the blood to apply,
And give us eyes to see
Who did for every sinner die
Hath surely died for me.
No man can truly say
That Jesus is the Lord,
Unless thou take the veil away,
And breathe the living word;
Then, only then, we feel
Our interest in the blood,
And cry with joy unspeakable:
Thou art my Lord, my God!
O that the world might know
The all-atoning Lamb!
Spirit of faith, descend, and show
The virtue of his name;
The grace which all may find,
The saving power impart;
And testify to all mankind,
And speak to every heart.
Inspire the living faith,
Which whosoe'r receives,
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes;
The faith that conquers all,
And doth the mountain move,
And saves whoe'er on Jesus call,
And perfects them in love.
Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord;
Abide with him always, and feed on his word,
Make friends of God's children; help those who are weak,
Forgetting in nothing his blessing to seek.
Take time to be holy, the world rushes on;
Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone.,
By looking to Jesus, like him thou shalt be,
Thy friends in they conduct his likeness shall see.
Take time to be holy, let him be thy guide,
And run not before him, whatever betide;
In joy or in sorrow still follow thy Lord,
And looking to Jesus, still trust in his word.
Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul;
Each thought and each temper beneath his control;
Thus led by his Spirit to foudations of love,
Thou soon shall be fitted for service above.
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word!
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus
Sang, as they welcomed his birth,
"Glory to God in the highest,
Peace and good tidings to earth."
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word!
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that he passed;
How he was tried and was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last,
Tell of the years of his labours,
Tell of the sorrows he bore;
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed him,
Dying in anguish and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid him,
Tell how he liveth again.
Love, in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see;
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me!
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
The King there, in his beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb, with his fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
O Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love;
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above:
There to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
With mercy and with judgement,
My web of time he wove;
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown he giveth,
But on his piercéd hand:
The Lamb is all the Glory
Of Immanuel's land.
I've wrestled on towards heaven,
'Gainst storm and wind and tide;
Now, like a weary traveller
That leaneth on his Guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel's land.
Thee, Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Thee, Saviour, we adore,
Thee in affliction's furnace praise,
And magnify thy power.
Thy power, in human weakness shown,
Shall make us all entire;
We now thy guardian presence own,
And walk unburned in fire.
Thee, Son of Man, by faith we see,
And glory in our Guide;
Surrounded and upheld by thee,
The fiery test abide.
The fire our graces shall refine,
Till, moulded from above,
We bear the character divine,
The stamp of perfect love.
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
O dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
There is a Redeemer, Jesus, God's own Son,
Precious Lamb of God, Messiah, Holy One.
Thank you, O my Father for giving us your Son,
And leaving your Spirit till the work on earth is done.
Jesus, my Redeemer, name above all names,
Precious Lamb of God, Messiah, O for sinners slain.
When I stand in Glory, I will see his face,
And there I'll serve my King forever in that Holy Place.
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.
"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."
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.
"Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way,
That mark out the mountains 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 are pierced tonight by many a thorn."
And all through the mountains, thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There rose a 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!"
Thou dost seek a bride all pure and holy,
Those who now belong to thee alone,
Those who give thee all their hearts' affection,
Of thyself a part, bone of thy bone.
Lord, we answer to thy heart's deep longing,
"Even so, come quickly Lord," we say,
In our hearts we have the blessed answer
"Rise my love, my fair one, come away".
Drawn from every kindred, tribe and nation,
By thy Holy Spirit's mighty power,
Finding rest in thee, God's great Salvation,
Waits thy bride for thine appointed hour.
Sharing with thee in this world's rejection,
Putting on thy death to gain a crown,
By thy blood and word we're overcomers,
With thee in thy throne we shall sit down.
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by thine own hand;
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might:
Choose thou for me, my God;
So shall I walk aright.
The kingdom that I seek
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it be thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Take thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
Choose thou my good and ill.
Not mine, not mine the choice
In things or great or small;
Be thou my Guide, my Strength,
My Wisdom, and my All.
'Tis finished! the Messiah dies:
Cut off for sins, but not his own:
Accomplished is the sacrifice,
The great redeeming work is done.
'Tis finished! All the debt is paid;
Justice divine is satisfied;
The grand and full atonement made;
God for a guilty world has died.
The veil is rent in Christ alone;
The living way to heaven is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.
The types and figures are fulfilled,
Exacted is the legal pain;
The precious promises are sealed;
The spotless Lamb of God is slain.
The reign of sin and death is o'er
And all may live from sin set free;
Satan has lost his mortal power;
'Tis swallowed up in victory.
Saved from the legal curse I am,
My Saviour hangs on yonder tree:
See there the meek expiring Lamb!
'Tis finished! He expires for me.
Accepted in the Well-beloved,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
I see the bar to heaven removed;
And all thy merits, Lord, are mine.
Death, hell and sin are now subdued;
All grace is now to sinners given;
And lo, I plead the atoning blood,
And in thy right I claim thy heaven.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory dies,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows, like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well ... with my soul ...
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, if trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ hast regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious thought -
My sin - not In part, but the whole
Is nailed to his cross; and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live!
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for thee, for thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal:
Oh, trump of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord!
Blesséd hope! blesséd rest of my soul.
Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By his presence all divine?
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call him mine.
All that thrills my soul is Jesus;
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand,
In my blessed Lord I see.
Love of Christ so freely given,
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven,
Deeper than the deepest sea.
What a wonderful redemption!
Never can a mortal know
How my sin, though red like crimson,
Can be whiter than the snow.
Ev'ry need his hand supplying,
Ev'ry good in him I see;
On his strength divine relying,
He is all in all to me.
By the crystal-flowing river
With the ransomed I will sing,
And for ever and for ever
Praise and glorify the King.
Who can sound the depths of sorrow
In the Father heart of God,
For the children we've rejected,
For the lives so deeply scarred?
And each light that we've extinguished
Has brought darkness to our land.
Upon our nation, upon our nation, have mercy, Lord.
We have scorned the truth you gave us,
We have bowed to other lords.
We have sacrificed the children
On the altars of our gods.
O let the truth again shine on us,
Let your holy fear descend
Upon our nation, upon our nation, have mercy, Lord.
Who will stand before your anger?
Who can face your piercing eyes?
For you love the weak and helpless,
And you hear the victims' cries.
Yes, you are a God of justice,
And your judgement surely comes.
Upon our nation, upon our nation, have mercy, Lord.
Who will stand against the violence?
Who will comfort those who mourn?
In an age of cruel rejection,
Who will build for love a home?
Come and shake us into action,
Come and melt our heart of stone.
Upon your people, upon your people, have mercy, Lord.
Who can sound the depths of mercy
In the father heart of God?
For there is a Man of Sorrows
Who for sinners shed his blood.
He can heal the wounds of nations,
He can wash the guilty clean.
Because of Jesus, because of Jesus, have mercy, Lord.
Wonderful birth, to a manger he came,
Made in the likeness of man, to proclaim
God's boundless love for a world sick with sin,
Pleading for sinners to let him come in.
Wonderful name he bears,
Wonderful crown he wears,
Wonderful blessings his triumphs afford;
Wonderful Calvary,
Wonderful grace for me,
Wonderful love of my wonderful Lord.
Wonderful life, full of service so free,
Friend to the poor and the needy was he;
Unfailing goodness on all he bestowed,
Undying faith in the vilest he showed.
Wonderful death, for it meant not defeat,
Calvary made his great mission complete,
Wrought our redemption, and when he arose,
Banished for ever the last of our foes.
Wonderful hope, he is coming again,
Coming as king o'er the nations to reign;
Glorious promise, his word cannot fail,
His righteous kingdom at last must prevail!