A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD - by Martin Luther (1529), Translated by Frederick H. Hedge (1853). A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and pow'r are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing, Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choosing. Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth His name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us. The prince of darkness grim - We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, For lo! his doom is sure; One little word shall fell him. That word above all earthly pow'rs - No thanks to them - abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through Him Who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also; The body they may kill; God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is for ever. Amen.
ABIDE WITH ME - by Henry F. Lyte, 1847 - Public Domain Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou Who changest not, abide with me. I need Thy presence ev'ry passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heav'n's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen.
ALAS! AND DID MY SAVIOUR BLEED - Isaac Watts, 1707 - Public Domain Alas! and did my Saviour bleed And did my sov'reign die? Would He devote that sacred Head For sinners such as I? Was it for sins that I have done He suffered on the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree! Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When Christ, the great Redeemer, died For man the creature's sin. Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away - 'Tis all that I can do. ALL THE WAY MY SAVIOUR LEADS ME - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1875 - Public Domain - All the way my Saviour leads me; What have I to ask beside? Can I doubt His faithful mercies, Who through life has been my guide? Heav'nly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him do dwell; For I know whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well. All the way my Saviour leads me, Cheers each winding path I tread; Gives me strength for every trial, Feeds me with the living bread. Though my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be, Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo, a spring of joy I see. All the way my Saviour leads me, O the fullness of His love! Perfect rest to me is promised, In my Father's house above; When my spirit, clothed immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day, This my song through endless ages: "Jesus led me all the way." AND CAN IT BE? - by Charles Wesley (1707-1788) - Public Domain 1. And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 2. 'Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine! 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore, Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3. He left His father's throne above So free, so infinite His grace! Emptied Himself of all but love And bled for Adam's helpless race! 'Tis mercy all, immense and free For O my God, it found out me. 4. Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night. Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray: I woke -- the dungeon flamed with light! My chains fell off, my heart was free I rose, went forth and followed Thee. 5. No condemnation now I dread Jesus, and all in Him, is mine! Alive in Him, my living Head And clothed in righteousness divine Bold I approach the 'ternal throne And claim the crown thru Christ my own. * * *
ARE YE ABLE? - by Earl Marlatt - Public Domain But Jesus answered and said, Ye know not what ye ask. Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? They say unto him, We are able. (Matthew 20:22 KJV) "Are ye able," said the Master, "To be crucified with Me?" "Yea," the sturdy dreamers answered, "To the death we follow Thee." Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? Are ye able, when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? "Are ye able?" still the Master Whispers down eternity; And heroic spirits answer Now, as then in Galilee . . . Lord, we are able. Our spirits are Thine. Remold them, make us Like Thee, divine. Thy guiding radiance Above us shall be A beacon to God, To love and loyalty. Amen. AWAKE, MY SOUL - Thomas Ken, 1637-1711 - Public Domain Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay Thy morning sacrifice. Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design or do or say; That all my pow'rs, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH? - Anonymous - Public Domain Is Not This The Land of Beulah? I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams, O'er a land of wondrous beauty, Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure, ethereal, Laden with the the breath of flowers, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bowers. I can see far down the mountain, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears, Broken vows and disappointments Thickly sprinkled all the way; But the Spirit led unerring To the land I hold today. I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide, For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away. Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor of burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation, Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross. Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! Oft I've proved this to be true, When I'm in the way so narrow, I can see a pathway through; And how sweetly Jesus whispers, "Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've trod the way before thee, And the glory lingers near." Is not this the Land of Beaulah, Blessed, blessed land of light, Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright? NOTES: by Bill McGinnis He told us His burden is light and His yoke is easy. He told us He wants to bring us a more abundant life. The Kingdom is at hand, that is, it is very near, actually beside us. And then, we sometimes step right into it and linger for a while, maybe forever. I love this poem! And, of course, the Land of Beaulah is the Kingdom of God! And we can have it here and now, if we are ready to receive it. FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH - by Folliott S. Pierpont, 1864 - Public Domain 1. For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies; For the love which from our birth, Over and around us lies; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 2. For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night; Hill and vale and tree and flow'r, Sun and moon, and stars of light; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 3. For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight; For the mystic harmony, Linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 4. For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child; Friends on Earth and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. 5. For Thy church that evermore, Lifteth holy hands above; Off'ring up on ev'ry shore, Her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. Amen. O, THE DEEP, DEEP, LOVE OF JESUS - by S. Trevor Francis, 1875. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore! How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own; How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! ’Tis an ocean full of blessing, ’tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, ’tis a heaven of heavens to me; And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee! BEHOLD THE SAVIOUR OF MANKIND - by Samuel Wesley, 1662-1735 - Public Domain BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee! Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, "Receive my soul," he cries! See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies! But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love, like thine?
BLESSED ASSURANCE - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915, - Public Domain Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest; Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long. Amen. BREATHE ON ME, BREATH OF GOD - by Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889 Public Domain Breathe on me, Breath of God, Fill me with life anew, That I may love what Thou dost love, And do what Thou wouldst do. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Until my heart is pure, Until my will is one with Thine, To do and to endure. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Till I am wholly Thine, Until this earthly part of me Glows with Thy fire divine. Breathe on me, Breath of God, So shall I never die, But live with Thee the perfect life Of Thine eternity. Amen. CHRIST, THE LORD, IS RISEN TODAY - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say! Raise your joys and triumphs high: Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won: Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more! Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened Paradise. Lives again our glorious King! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy victory, boasting grave Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. King of glory! Soul of bliss! Everlasting life is this, Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love. CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES - by Charles Wesley , 1707-1788 Public Domain Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. * * * COME, SINNERS, TO THE GOSPEL FEAST - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - See Luke 14:16-24 Public Domain COME, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let every soul be Jesu's guest; Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. Sent by my Lord, on you I call, The invitation is to ALL: Come, all the world; come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now. Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. Come, and partake the gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat his flesh, and drink his blood! Ye vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) Ye all may now be justified, Ye all may live, for Christ hath died. My message as from God receive, Ye all may come to Christ, and live; O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain! His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to his love's resistless power, And fight against your God no more. See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace. This is the time; no more delay! This is the acceptable day, Come in, this moment, at his call, And live for him who died for all.
COME, THOU ALMIGHTY KING - Anonymous, c. 1757 - Public Domain Come, Thou almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise; Father, all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of Days. Come, Thou incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend; Come, and Thy people bless, And give Thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour; Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in ev'ry heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of pow'r. To the great One in Three Eternal praises be Hence evermore; His sov'reign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Amen. COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING - by Robert Robinson, 1758 - Public Domain Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer, * See note below 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, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be. Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Amen. * Note: The name "Ebenezer" means "stone of help." It was a memorial stone erected by Samuel to mark the place, north of Jerusalem, where God helped Israel to defeat the Philistines. To "raise an Ebenezer" means to mark a place of victory.
DEEP RIVER - Classic American Spiritual Song - Anonymous, Public Domain Deep river, My home is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground. O don't you want to go To that gospel feast, That promised land Where all is peace? O don't you want to go To that promised land, That land where all is peace? Deep river, My home is over Jordan. Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground. DOXOLOGY PRAISE GOD, FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW - by Thomas Ken, 1695 Public Domain Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
DO YOU KNOW JESUS? - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain Do you know Jesus? Do you know Jesus? Do you know Jesus, And the wonder of His love? Yes, I know Jesus! Yes, I know Jesus! Yes, I know Jesus, And the wonder of His love! FAIREST LORD JESUS - Anonymous, Translated Anonymously - Public Domain Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O Thou of God and man the Son: Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring. Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling starry host. Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast.
THIS IS MY FATHER'S WORLD - by Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901 - Public Domain This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears, All nature sings, And round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father's world, I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, Of skies and seas - His hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father's world, The birds their carols raise, The morning light, The lily white, Declare their Maker's praise. This is my Father's world, He shines in all that's fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass, He speaks to me ev'rywhere. This is my Father's world, O let me ne'er forget That though the wrong Seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This my Father's world, Why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King - Let the heavens ring: God reigns: let the earth be glad. Amen. FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH - by Folliott S. Pierpont, 1864 - Public Domain For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies; For the love which from our birth, Over and around us lies; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the wonder of each hour, Of the day and of the night; Hill and vale and tree and flow'r, Sun and moon, and stars of light; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of ear and eye, For the heart and mind's delight; For the mystic harmony, Linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child; Friends on Earth and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. For Thy church that evermore, Lifteth holy hands above; Off'ring up on ev'ry shore, Her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This, our hymn of grateful praise. Amen.
GIVE ME THE WINGS OF FAITH TO RISE - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. Once they were mourners here below, And poured out cries and tears: They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise For His own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven. GOD IS GONE UP ON HIGH - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain GOD is gone up on high, With a triumphant noise; The clarions of the sky Proclaim the angelic joys! Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. God in the flesh below, For us he reigns above: Let all the nations know Our Jesu's conquering love! Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. All power to our great Lord Is by the Father given; By angel-hosts adored, He reigns supreme in heaven: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. High on his holy seat He bears the righteous sway; His foes beneath his feet Shall sink and die away: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. His foes and ours are one, Satan, the world, and sin; But he shall tread them down. And bring his kingdom in: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King. Till all the earth, renewed In righteousness divine, With all the hosts of God In one great chorus join, Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King.
HOW HAPPY IS THE PILGRIM'S LOT - Written by ? - Public Domain HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot! How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from self-design, From every creature-love; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lightened of its load, And seeks the things above. The things eternal I pursue, A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean I neither have nor want. I have no babes to hold me here; But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim, Better than daughters or than sons, Temples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesu's name. No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness, A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart are there. And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest; Now let the pilgrim's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend. Receive me to thy breast! HARK, THE HERALD ANGELS SING - by Charles Wesley, 1743 - Public Domain Hark! the herald-angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled." Christ, by highest heav'n adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men to 'ppear, Jesus our Immanu'l here. Hail the heav'n-born Prince of peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n 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. Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conquering Seed Bruise in us the serpent's head. Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp Thine image in its place: Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in Thy love. Amen.
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! - by Bishop Reginald Heber, 1827 - Public Domain Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning Our song shall rise to Thee! Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty! God in three Persons Bless-ed Trinity! Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee! Casting down their golden crowns Around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim Falling down before Thee, Who wert, and art, and Evermore shalt be. Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy! There is none beside Thee, Perfect in pow'r, in Love and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name, In earth, in sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty! God in three Persons, Bless-ed Trinity! Amen. HOW OFT, O LORD, THY FACE HATH SHOWN - by William Bright, 1824-1901 Public Domain How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone On doubting souls whose wills were true! Thou Christ of Cephas and of John, Thou art the Christ of Thomas too. He loved Thee well, and calmly said, "Come, let us go, and die with Him:" Yet when Thine Easter-news was spread, 'Mid all its light his eyes were dim. His brethren's word he would not take, But craved to touch those hands of Thine: The bruis-ed reed thou didst not break; He saw and hailed his Lord Divine. He saw Thee ris'n; at once he rose To full belief's unclouded height; And still through his confession flows To Christian souls Thy life and light. O Savior, make Thy presence known To all who doubt Thy word in Thee; And teach them in that word alone To find the truth that sets them free. And we who know how true Thou art, And Thee as God and Lord adore, Give us, we pray, a loyal heart, To trust and love thee more and more.
HOW SWEET THE NAME OF JESUS SOUNDS - by John Newton, 1725-1807 - Public Domain How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. Dear name! the Rock on which I build, My shield, and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, 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; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death! I KNOW I LOVE THEE BETTER, LORD - by Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Public Domain I Know I Love Thee Better, Lord I know I love Thee better, Lord, Than any earthly joy; For Thou hast given me the peace Which nothing can destroy. I know that Thou art nearer still Than any earthly throng; And sweeter is the thought of Thee Than any lovely song. Thou hast put gladness in my heart; Then well I may be glad! Without the secret of Thy love I could not be but sad. O Saviour, precious Saviour mine! What will Thy presence be, If such a life of joy can crown Our walk on earth with Thee? The half has never yet been told, Of love so full and free! The half has never yet been told, The blood - it cleanseth me! by Frances R. Havergal, 1836-1879 Public Domain
I'LL PRAISE MY MAKER WHILE I'VE BREATH - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure, He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. I LOVE THE WINDOWS OF THY GRACE - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Public Domain I love the windows of Thy grace, Through which my Lord is seen, And long to meet my Saviour's face, Without a glass between. O that the happy hour had come, To change my faith to sight; I shall behold my Lord at home In a diviner light. Haste, my Belov-ed, and remove These interposing days; Then shall my passions all be love, And all my pow'rs be praise. From "Hymns And Spiritual Songs" By I. Watts, D. D. Printed in New York, 1823. IN THE CROSS OF CHRIST I GLORY - by John Bowring, 1825 - Public Domain In the cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring o'er the 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 luster 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. Amen.
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL - by Horatio G. Spafford, 1828-1888 - Public Domain When peace like a river attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, "It is well, it is well with my soul." Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And has 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 the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds rolled back like a scroll, The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend, "Even so" - it is well with my soul. It is well, It is well. It is well, it is well with my soul! The Joy of A Happy Heart The joy of a happy heart never ceases it constantly is aglow The joy of a happy heart is shown through a smile The joy of a happy heart can be distributed out to others through love The joy of a happy heart is always a pleasure to others around The joy of a happy heart is displayed most everyday! By Janae Ivie A Heavenly Place A heavenly place is where I will find my Father A heavenly place is where I am destined to go when I die A heavenly place will have festivities like singing and dancing A heavenly place will give a warm welcome to those who come A heavenly place is not difficult to find if you know Jesus Christ! By Janae Ivie, 1997
JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME - by F. B. P. (c. 1580) - Public Domain Selected verses See Revelation 21:1-8, below Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys, when shall I see? O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no cares, no toil. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; In thee there is no dread of death, But life for evermore. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; There God Himself gives light. Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the angels sit, And evermore do sing. We that are here in banishment, Continually do mourn; We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see. * * * "Jerusalem, My Happy Home" (All 26 verses) by F. P. B. (c. 1580) based on St. Augustine 1. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys, when shall I see? 2. O happy harbor of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no cares, no toil. 3. In thee no sickness may be seen, No hurt, no ache, no sore; In thee there is no dread of death, But life for evermore. 4. No dampish mist is seen in thee, No cold nor darksome night; There every soul shines as the sun; There God Himself gives light. 5. There lust and lucre cannot dwell; There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. 6. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same Partaker I may be! 7. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl; Exceeding rich and rare; 8. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine; 9. Thy houses are of ivory, Thy windows crystal clear; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold - - O God that I were there! 10. Within thy gates no thing doth come That is not passing clean, No spider's web, no dirt, no dust, No filth may there be seen. 11. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! 12. Thy Saints are crowned with glory great; They see God face to face; They triumph still, they still rejoice: Most happy is their case. 13. We that are here in banishment, Continually do mourn; We sigh and sob, we weep and wail, Perpetually we groan. 14. Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our pleasure is but pain, Our joys scarce last the looking on, Our sorrows still remain. 15. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday. 16. Thy vineyards and thy orchards are Most beautiful and fair, Full furnish-ed with trees and fruits, Most wonderful and rare; 17. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks Continually are green; There grow such sweet and precious flowers As nowhere else are seen. 18. There's nectar and ambrosia made, There's musk and civet sweet; There many a fair and dainty drug Is trodden under feet. 19. There cinnamon, there sugar grows, There nard and balm abound; What tongue can tell, or heart conceive, The joys that there are found! 20. Quite through the streets with silver sound The flood of life doth flow, Upon whose banks on every side The wood of life doth grow. 21. There trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring; There evermore the Angels sit, And evermore do sing; 22. There David stands with harp in hand As master of the choir: Ten thousand times that man were blest That might this music hear. 23. Our Lady sings Magnificat With tune surpassing sweet; And all the virgins bear their parts, Sitting about her feet. 24. Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing, Saint Austin doth the like; Old Simeon and Zachary Have not their songs to seek. 25. There Magdalene hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With bless-ed Saints, whose harmony In every street doth ring. 26. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end Thy joys that I might see!
JESUS CALLS US, O'ER THE TUMULT - by Cecil F. Alexander - 1852 Public Domain Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, "Christian, follow me." Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more." In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love Me more than these." Jesus calls us, by Thy mercies, Saviour, may we hear Thy call, Give our hearts to Thine obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all. Amen. JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL - by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 - Public Domain JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past! Safe into the haven guide, O 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; False and full of sin I am, Thou 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. Amen.
JOYFUL, JOYFUL, WE ADORE THEE - by Henry van Dyke, 1908 Public Domain Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flow'rs before Thee, Op'ning to the sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; Drive the dark of doubt away; Giver of Immortal Gladness, Fill us with the light of day! All Thy works with joy surround Thee, Earth and heav'n reflect Thy rays, Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken praise; Field and forest, vale and mountain, Flow'ry meadow, flashing sea, Chanting bird and flowing fountain Call us to rejoice in Thee. Thou art giving and forgiving, Ever blessing, ever blest, Wellspring of the joy of living, Ocean depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our Brother All who live in love are Thine; Teach us how to love each other, Lift us to the joy divine. Mortals join the mighty chorus, Which the morning stars began; Father love is reigning o'er us, Brother love binds man to man. Ever singing, march we onward, Victors in the midst of strife; Joyful music leads us sunward, In the triumph song of life. Amen. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT - John H. Newman, 1801-1890 - Public Domain Lead, kindly Light! amid th'encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now, Lead Thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will; remember not past years. So long Thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile! Amen.
LET EVERY MORTAL EAR ATTEND - by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. Ho! all ye hungry starving souls That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind; Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul-reviving feast, And bid your longing appetites The rich provision taste. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die; Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide your sin; Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dyed in his own blood. Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, And boundless as our sins. The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Amen. LO, HE COMES WITH CLOUDS DESCENDING - by Charles Wesley (1758) from John Cennick (1750) - Public Domain Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. The dear tokens of his passion Still his dazzling body bears; Cause of endless exultation To his ransomed worshippers; With what rapture, with what rapture Gaze we on those glorious scars! Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Saviour, take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for Thine own; O come quickly! O come quickly! Everlasting God, come down! Amen.
LORD, SPEAK TO ME, THAT I MAY SPEAK - by Frances R. Havergal, 1872 (altered slightly, as indicated) - Public Domain Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thine erring children, lost and lone. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart, And wing my words, that they might reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wand'ring and the wav'ring feet; O feed me, Lord, that I might feed The hung'ring ones with manna sweet. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my heart doth overflow * In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. Amen. * Original line: "Until my very heart o'erflows" LORD, WE COME BEFORE YOUR PRESENCE NOW - by Angels From The Throne Room of God, as Received by John Watson Lord, we come before your presence now with joy and singing. Lord, we come before your presence now with joy. (repeat both lines) And we sing: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah to the Lord of Hosts." And we sing: "Hallelujah, Hallelujah to the King of Kings." (repeat both lines) . . . now repeat both verses again and again until the Spirit leads you to stop. No Copyright Claimed.
LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVES EXCELLING - by Charles Wesley, 1747 - Public Domain Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling heart. Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit Into ev'ry troubled breast; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave; Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see Thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in Thee; Changed from glory into glory, Till in heav'n we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Amen. MARY, WEEP NOT, WEEP NO LONGER - by Philippe de Greve, died 1236 Translated by Laurence Housman Written for Mary Magdalene, as she stood outside the tomb of Jesus, weeping, as described here . . . JOHN 20:11-16 (KJV) 11 But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12 And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. 13 And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my LORD, and I know not where they have laid him. 14 And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. 16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. * * * Mary, weep not, weep no longer, Now thy heart hath gained its goal; Here, in truth the Gardener standeth, But the Gardener of thy soul, Who withiun thy spirit's garden By His love hath made thee whole. Now from grief and lamentation Lift thy drooping heart with cheer; While for love of Him thou mournest, Lo, thy Lord regained is here! Fainting for Him, thou hast found Him; All unknown, behold Him near! Whence thy sorrow, whence thy weeping, Since with thee true bliss abides? In thy heart, though undiscovered, Balm of consolation hides: Holding all, thou canst no longer Lack the cure that Health provides. Nay, no wonder if she knows not Till the Sower's seed be sown, Till from Him, the Word eternal, Light within her heart is thrown. Lo, He calls her; lo, "Rabboni," She, in turn, her Lord doth own. Faith that washed the feet of Jesus, Fed with dew the Fount of Grace, Win for us a like compassion, That, with all the ransomed race, At the glory of His rising We may see Him face to face! Glory be to God, and honour, Who, preferring sacrifice, Far above the rich man's bounty, Sweetness found in Mary's sighs, Who for all, His love foretasting, Spreads the banquet of the skies. * * *
MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE - by Ray Palmer, 1808-1887 - Public Domain My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine! Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly Thine! May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire! While life's dark maze I tread And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's passing dream, When death's cold, threatening stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior, then, in love, Fear and distress remove; O lift me safe above, A ransomed soul! Amen MY GOD, ACCEPT MY HEART THIS DAY - by M. Bridges, 1800-1894 Public Domain My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, No more from Thee decline. Before the Cross of Him who died, Behold, I prostrate fall; Let ev'ry sin be crucified, And Christ be All in all. Anoint me with Thy heav'nly grace, And seal me for Thine own; That I may see Thy glorious face, And worship at Thy throne. Let ev'ry thought, and work, and word To Thee be ever given; Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven. All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, While endless ages run. Amen.
MY GOD, THE SPRING OF ALL MY JOYS - by Isaace Watts, 1674-1748 - Public Domain My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights! In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word; Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe, The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conqueror through. MY JESUS, I LOVE THEE - by William Ralf Featherstone - Public Domain 1 My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee, all the follies of sin I resign; My gracious Redeemer, My Savior art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 2 I love Thee because Thou hast first lov-ed me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree; I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 3 I'’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say, when the death-dew lies cold on my brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 4 In mansions of glory and endless delight, I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright; And singing Thy praises, before Thee I'll bow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING - by Charles Wesley, 1707-88 - Public Domain 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 pow'r of cancelled sin, He sets the pris'ner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. He speaks; - and, list'ning to His voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. Hear Him, ye deaf; Him 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 And spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. Amen. O GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST - by Isaac Watts, 1719 - Public Domain O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home! Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. Amen. O GOD, THIS PRECIOUS EARTH THOU GAVE - by William McGinnis, 1995 Public Domain Man's Scriptural Authority Over The Earth Genesis 1:27-28 (KJV) "So God created man in his own image, In the image of God created he him; Male and female created he them. And God blessed them, And God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, And replenish the earth, And subdue it: And have dominion over the fish of the sea, And over the fowl of the air, And over every living thing That moveth upon the earth." Genesis 1:27-28 (KJV) LYRICS "O God, This Precious Earth Thou Gave" by William McGinnis Public Domain O God, this precious Earth Thou gave To us to hold for Thee; Thou gave to us dominion over Land and over sea; Thou gave us mighty power over Creatures great and small; The Earth: we are responsible For caring for it all. But when we look around we find Our damage everywhere; The robins and the sparrows must Fly through polluted air; The rolling rivers have become Awash with our debris; The oceans slowly fill with trash Far as the eye can see. The creatures once so plentiful Can scarcely now be seen; The forests are depleted now That once were strong and green; Where fish by hundreds once did swim In rivers pure and clear, The rivers now are toxic gray, And fish do not appear. Forgive us, God, for what we did In carelessness and haste; We never did intend to cause Such damage and such waste; So as in sorrow we repent, We ask on bended knee To give us, God, the strength now to Restore the Earth for Thee. Amen.
O HOLY SPIRIT, ENTER WITHIN ME - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain O Holy Spirit, enter within me, Filling my heart with Thy holy grace; Dwelling so sweetly, loving completely, Making my body Thy holy place. O Holy Spirit, sunlight eternal, Brighten my path with Thy holy rays; Always unfolding, never witholding, Comfort and lead me all of my days. And when my life on this Earth is over, And when my soul from body is free, Keep me forever, leaving me never, Taking my soul to heaven with Thee. O, THE BLOOD OF JESUS - Anonymous - Public Domain O, the blood of Jesus; O, the blood of Jesus; O, the blood of Jesus; It washes white as snow! " . . . and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." (John-1 1:7 KJV) " . . . though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow." (Isaiah 1:18 KJV) * * * NOTE: This is a very special and very powerful hymn. Demons hate to hear it, and they flee when it is played or sung. If you play or sing this hymn repeatedly, it seems to open up a direct channel to the Holy Spirit. You will know what I mean when this happens to you. I believe that this is perhaps the Lord's very favorite hymn. PASS ME NOT, O GENTLE SAVIOUR - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 Public Domain Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art smiling, Do not pass me by. Let me at a throne of mercy, Find a sweet relief; Kneeling there in great contrition, Help my unbelief. Trusting only in Thy merit, Would I seek Thy face; Heal my wounded, broken spirit, Save me by Thy grace. Thou the Spring of all my comfort, More than life to me, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Whom in heav'n but Thee? Saviour, Saviour Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Amen.
ROCK OF AGES, CLEFT FOR ME - by Augustus M. Toplady, 1740-1778 Public Domain Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill Thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS - by Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915 - Public Domain Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o'ershadowed, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears! Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages, Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er; Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore. SAVIOUR, IF THY PRECIOUS LOVE - (Author unknown to me) SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee. Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold. But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me Lord - I ask not why, How I ask not, - ever thine. C.M. 1 TALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face; 'Tis all I wish to seek; To attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee only speak. 5 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee.
'TIS SO SWEET TO TRUST IN JESUS - by Louisa M. R. Stead, c. 1850-1917 Public Domain 'Tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, "Thus saith the Lord." O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me 'Neath the healing, cleansing flood! Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more! Amen. WERE YOU THERE? - Traditional American Spiritual, Words & Music Public Domain Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree? Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they pierced Him in the side? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when the sun refused to shine? Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb? Oh . . . Sometimes it causes me to tremble Tremble Tremble Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS - by Joseph Scriven, 1855 - Public Domain What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear. Just because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Are we weak and heavy-laden, Cumbered with a load of care? Precious Saviour, still our refuge; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In His arms He'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. Amen. WHAT CHILD IS THIS? - by William C. Dix, 1837-1898 - Public Domain What Child is this, who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian fear, fear; for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king, to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary.
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS - by Isaac Watts, 1707 Public Domain When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, 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? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Amen. NOTES: Please don't let the unfamiliar phrasing cause you to miss the power of this hymn. It is well worth spending the time to get the meaning clearly. This poem has been called the "greatest hymn ever written in the English language." Isaac Watts revolutionized public worship in his time, and this is his crowning achievement. WHEN JESUS COMES INTO YOUR HEART - by William McGinnis, 1995 - Public Domain When Jesus comes into your heart, What a wonderful joy you will find! Your burdens He bears, Your sorrows He shares, He comforts your soul and your mind. Chorus: When Jesus, when Jesus, When Jesus comes into your heart. When Jesus, when Jesus, When Jesus comes into your heart. When Jesus comes into your heart, All your doubt and despair will be gone! He leads you to see The way you should be, He shows you the path to go on. Chorus: I want my dear Savior to be Together forever with me. I want Him to stay And show me the way From here to eternity. Chorus:
WONDERFUL PEACE - by W. D. Cornell, 19th century - Public Domain Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm; In celestial-like strains it unceasingly falls O'er my soul like an infinite calm. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. What a treasure I have in the wonderful peace, Buried deep in the heart of my soul, So secure that no power can mine it away While the years of eternity roll. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace, Resting sweetly in Jesus' control, For I'm kept from all danger by night and by day, And His glory is flooding my soul. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. And me-thinks when I rise to that City of peace, Where the Author of peace I shall see, That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing In that heavenly kingdom shall be: Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love. Ah! soul, are you here without comfort or rest, Marching down the rough pathways of time? Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark, Oh accept this sweet peace so sublime. Peace! Peace! Wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above, Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray, In fathomless billows of love.
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