Lead me to Calvary
By: Jennie E. Hussey
King of my life, I crown Thee now,
Thine shall the glory be;
Lest I forget Thy thorn crowned brow,
Lead me to Calvary.
Lest I forget Gethsemane,
Lest I forget Thine agony;
Lest I forget Thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.
Let me like Mary, through the gloom,
Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb,
Lead me to Calvary.
May I be willing, Lord, to bear
Daily my cross for Thee;
Even Thy cup of grief to share,
Thou hast borne all for me.
By Whom was David Taught
By:William Cowper
By whom was David taught
To aim the deadly blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
Nor sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
’Twas Israel’s God and King
Who sent him to the fight;
Who gave him strength to fling,
And skill to aim aright.
Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David’s God is yours.
Who ordered Gideon forth,
To storm th’invaders’ camp
With arms of little worth,
A pitcher and a lamp?
The trumpets made His coming known
And all the host was overthrown.
Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a single word,
God helping me to say,
“My trust is in the Lord,”
My soul hath quelled a thousand foes
Fearless of all that could oppose.
But unbelief, self will,
Self righteousness, and pride,
How often do they steal
My weapon from my side!
Yet David’s Lord, and Gideon’s Friend,
Will help His servant to the end.
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
By: William Cowper
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
’Tis thy Savior, hear His Word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor, sinner, lovest thou Me?”
“I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
“Can a woman’s tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
“Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?”
Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore:
O for grace to love Thee more!
A Glory Gilds the Sacred Page
By: William Cowper
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
The Spirit breathes upon the Word
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.
Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display.
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
O How I Love Thy Holy Word
By: William Cowper
O How I love Thy holy Word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way,
I think upon it all the day.
What are the mines of shining wealth,
The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compared with those
Thine everlasting Word bestows!
Long unafflicted, undismayed,
In pleasures path secure I strayed;
Thou mad’st me feel Thy chast’ning rod,
And strait I turned unto my God.
What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless Thine hand that caused the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.
O! hadst Thou left me unchastised,
Thy precept I had still despised;
And still the snare in secret laid,
Had my unwary feet betrayed.
I love Thee therefore O my God,
And breathe towards Thy dear abode;
Where in Thy presence fully blest,
Thy chosen saints forever rest.
Ere God had built the Mountains
By: William Cowper
Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before He filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
In me from everlasting,
The wonderful I Am,
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is my name.
When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of Ocean’s mighty flood;
He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with Him then:
Myself the Father’s pleasure,
And mine, the sons of men.
Thus Wisdom’s words discover
Thy glory and Thy grace,
Thou everlasting Lover
Of our unworthy race!
Thy gracious eye surveyed us
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom Thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.
And couldst Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted,
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder,
Says, “Sinner, I am thine!”
Father of mercies, in thy word
By: William Cowper
Father of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
Here, may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast,
Sublimer sweets that nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.
Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!
Divine instructor, gracious Lord,
Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Savior there.
God moves in a mysterious way
By: William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
My Soul shall bless the Lord of all
By: William Cowper
My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to His abode;
Thee, Savior, by that name I call,
The great Supreme, the mighty God.
Without beginning, or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence.
As much, when in the manger laid,
Almighty Ruler of the sky;
As when the six days’ works He made,
Filled all the morning-stars with joy.
Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is His dearest claim;
That gracious sound well-pleased He hears,
And owns Emmanuel for His name.
A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-placed hopes with joy I see;
My bosom glows with heav’nly zeal
To worship Him Who died for me.
As man, He pities my complaint,
His pow’r and truth are all divine;
He will not fail, He cannot faint,
Salvation’s sure, and must be mine.
What Various Hindrances we meet
By: William Cowper
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy seat;
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there.
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian’s armor bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Have you no words? Ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain;
And fill your fellow creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To Heav’n in supplication sent;
Your cheerful song would oft’ner be,
“Hear what the Lord has done for me.”
Jesus, what a Friend for Sinners
By: J.Wilbur Chapman
Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.
Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.
Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.
Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.
Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry.
Jesus! I do now adore Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.
Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.
Go to dark Gethsemane
By: James Montgomery
Go to dark Gethsemane, ye that feel the tempter’s power;
Your Redeemer’s conflict see, watch with Him one bitter hour,
Turn not from His griefs away; learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
See Him at the judgment hall, beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned;
O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; learn of Christ to bear the cross.
Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; there, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time, God’s own sacrifice complete.
“It is finished!” hear Him cry; learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb where they laid His breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom. Who has taken Him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes; Savior, teach us so to rise.
Eternal Light, Divinity
By: James Montgomery
Eternal Light, Divinity,
O Unity in Trinity,
Thy holy name Thy servants bless,
To Thee we pray, and Thee confess.
We praise the Father, mighty One;
We praise the sole-begotten Son;
We praise the Holy Ghost above,
Who joins them in one bond of love.
For of the Father infinite,
Begotten is the Light of light,
And from His love eternally
Proceeds the Spirit, God most high.
None can more high or holy be,
Co-equal is their Deity,
The substance of the Three is One,
And equal laud to Them is done.
The Three are one immensity,
The Three one highest verity,
The Three one perfect charity,
And they are man’s felicity.
O verity! O charity!
O ending and felicity!
In Thee we hope, in Thee believe,
Thyself we love, to Thee we cleave.
Thou first and last, from whom there springs
The fount of all created things,
Thou art the life which moves the whole,
Sure hope of each believing soul.
Thou who alone the world hast made,
Art still its one sufficing aid,
The only light for gazing eyes,
And, unto them that hope, the Prize.
O Father, source of God the Word,
O Word with Him co-equal Lord,
O Spirit of like majesty,
O triune God, all praise to Thee.
O Spirit of the Living God
By: James Montgomery
O Spirit of the living God,
in all the fullness of thy grace,
wherever human foot hath trod,
descend on our rebellious race.
Give tongues of fire and hearts of love
to preach the reconciling word;
give power and unction from above,
whene'er the joyful sound is heard.
Be darkness at thy coming light;
confusion, order in thy path;
souls without strength inspire with might,
bid mercy triumph over wrath.
O Spirit of the Lord, prepare
all the round earth its God to meet;
breathe thou abroad like morning air,
till hearts of stone begin to beat.
Baptize the nations; far and nigh
the triumph of the cross record;
the name of Jesus glorify,
till every kindred call him Lord.
Love is the Theme of saints above
By: James Montgomery
Love is the theme of saints above;
Love be the theme of saints below;
Love is of God, for God is Love;
With love let every bosom glow.
Love, stronger than the grasp of Death,
Love that rejoices o'er the grave,
Love to the Author of our breath,
Love to His Son, who came to save.
Love to the Spirit of all grace,
Love to the Scriptures of all truth,
Love to our whole apostate race,
Love to the aged, love to youth.
Love to each other--soul and mind,
And heart and hand, with full accord,
In one sweet covenant combined,
To live and die unto the Lord.
Christ's little flock we then shall feed,
The lambs we in our arms shall bear,
Reclaim the lost, the feeble lead,
And watch o'er all in faith and prayer.
Blessing and Honor and Glory and Power
By: Horatius Bonar
Blessing and honor and glory and power,
Wisdom and riches and strength evermore
Give ye to Him Who our battle hath won
Whose are the kingdom, the crown, and the throne.
Into the heav'n of the heav'ns hath He gone,
Sitteth He now in the joy of the throne,
Weareth He now of the kingdom the crown,
Singeth He now the new song with His own.
Soundeth the Heaven of the heavens with His Name;
Ringeth the earth with His glory and fame;
Ocean and mountain, stream, forest, and flower
Echo His praises and tell of His power.
Past are the darkness, the storm, and the war,
Come is the radiance, that sparkles afar,
Breaketh the gleam of the day without end,
Riseth the Sun that shall never descend.
Ever ascendeth the song and the joy;
Ever descendeth the love from on high;
Blessing and honor and glory and praise,
This is the theme of the hymns that we raise.
Life of all life, and true Light of all light,
Star of the dawning unchangingly bright,
Sun of the Salem whose light is the Lamb,
Theme of the ever new, ever glad psalm!
Give we the glory and praise to the Lamb;
Take we the robe and the harp and the palm;
Sing we the song of the Lamb that was slain,
Dying in weakness, but rising to reign.
Holy Father, Hear my cry
By: Horatius Bonar
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Savior, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh;
Father, Savior, Spirit, hear.
Father, save me from my sin;
Savior, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
Father, Savior, Spirit, save.
Father, let me taste Thy love;
Savior, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.
Father, Son, and Spirit — Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.
Here, O My Lord, I See Thee Face to Face
[Lord's Supper Reflections] By: Horatius Bonar
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand 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 heavenly table spread for me:
Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
The brief, bright hour of fellowship with Thee.
I have no help but Thine, nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon:
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
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, O 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.
Amen.
Jesus, Sun and Shield are Thou
By: Horatius Bonar
Jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou;
Sun and Shield for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to shine,
Cease to guard us never.
Cheer our steps as on we go,
Come between us and the foe.
Jesus, Bread and Wine art Thou,
Wine and Bread for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to feed,
Or refresh us never.
Feed we still on Bread Divine,
Drink we still this heavenly Wine.
Jesus, Love and Life art Thou,
Life and Love for ever:
Ne'er to quicken shalt Thou cease,
Or to love us never.
All of life or love we need
Is in Thee, in Thee indeed.
Jesus, Peace and Joy art Thou,
Joy and Peace for ever:
Joy that fades not, changes not,
Peace that leaves us never.
Joy and peace we have in Thee,
Now and through eternity.
Jesus, Song and Strength art Thou,
Strength and Song for ever:
Strength that never can decay,
Song that ceaseth never.
Still to us this strength and song
Through eternal days prolong.
Go, labor on; spend and be spent
By: Horatius Bonar
Go labor on; spend and be spent --
'Tis joy to do the Father's will.
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go labor on; count not the cost --
Your earthly loss is heav'nly gain.
The world indeed will praise you not,
But you will share in heaven's reign.
Go labor on while it is day;
The world's dark night is hast'ning on.
Speed, speed your work, do not delay,
For it is thus that souls are won.
They die in darkness at your side
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights the thickest gloom.
Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win.
Go forth into the world's wide way;
Compel the wand'rer to come in.
Toil on and in your toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home.
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight cry, "Behold, I come!"
I Shall be satisifed
By: Horatius Bonar
When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns,
After whose dawning never night returns,
And with whose glory day eternal burns,
I shall be satisfied.
When I shall see Thy glory face to face,
When in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child embrace,
When Thou shalt open all Thy stores of grace,
I shall be satisfied.
When I shall meet with those that I have loved,
Clasp in my eager arms the long removed,
And find how faithful Thou to me hast proved,
I shall be satisfied.
When I shall gaze upon the face of Him
Who for me died, with eye no longer dim,
And praise Him with the everlasting hymn,
I shall be satisfied.
I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord
By: Timothy Dwight
I love thy kingdom, Lord,
the house of thine abode,
the church our blest Redeemer saved
with his own precious blood.
I love thy church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand
dear as the apple of thine eye,
and graven on thy hand.
For her my tears shall fall,
for her my prayers ascend,
to her my cares and toils be given,
till toils and cares shall end.
Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
her sweet communion, solemn vows,
her hymns of love and praise.
Sure as thy truth shall last,
to Zion shall be given
the brightest glories earth can yield,
and brighter bliss of heaven.
And Can It Be That I Should Gain
By: Charles Wesley
And can it be that I should gain
an interest 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?
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery all: th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
to sound the depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
let angel minds inquire no more.
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!
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
for O my God, it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
fast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
my chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
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 th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
O Thou Who Camest from Above
By: Charles Wesley
O Thou who camest from above,
the pure celestial fire to impart
kindle a flame of sacred love
upon the mean altar of my heart.
There let it for thy glory burn
with inextinguishable blaze,
and trembling to its source return,
in humble prayer and fervent praise.
Jesus, confirm my heart's desire
to work and speak and think for thee;
still let me guard the holy fire,
and still stir up thy gift in me.
Ready for all thy perfect will,
my acts of faith and love repeat,
till death thy endless mercies seal,
and make my sacrifice complete.
Lo, He Comes with Clouds Descending
By: Charles Wesley
Lo, he comes with clouds descending,
once for favored sinners slain;
thousand, thousand saints attending
swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.
Every eye shall now behold him,
robed in dreadful majesty;
those who set at naught and sold him,
pierced and nailed him to the tree,
deeply wailing, 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 worshipers;
with what rapture, with what rapture, with what rapture,
gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea, Amen! Let all adore thee,
high on thy eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory,
claim the kingdom for thine own.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Everlasting God, come down!
Glory be to God Most High
By: Charles Wesley
Glory be to God on high,
And peace on earth descend;
Now God comes down, He bows the sky,
And shows Himself our friend!
God the invisible appears,
God the blest, the great I AM,
He sojourns in this vale of tears,
And Jesus is His name.
Him by the angels all adored,
Their maker and their king;
Lo, tidings of their humbled Lord
They now to mortals bring;
Emptied of His majesty,
Of His dazzling glories shorn,
Our being’s Source begins to be,
And Christ Himself is born!
See the eternal Son of God
A mortal Son of Man,
Now dwelling in an earthly clod
Whom Heaven cannot contain!
Stand amazed, ye heavens, look at this!
See the Lord of earth and skies
Low humbled to the dust He is,
And in a manger lies!
So do the sons of men rejoice
The Prince of Peace proclaim,
With Heaven’s host lift up our voice,
And shout Immanuel’s name;
Our knees and hearts to Him we bow;
Of our flesh, and of our bone,
See—Jesus is our brother now,
And God is all our own!
Hail, Father, Son and Spirit great
By: Charles Wesley
Hail! Father, Son and Spirit great,
Before the birth of time
Enthroned in everlasting state,
Jehovah Elohim!
A mystical plurality
We in the Godhead own,
Adoring One in Persons Three,
And Three in nature One.
Thy powerful, wise, and loving mind
Did our creation plan;
And all the glorious Persons joined
To form Thy favorite, man.
Again Thou didst, in council met,
Thy ruined work restore,
Established in our first estate,
To forfeit it no more.
And when we rise in love renewed,
Our souls resemble Thee,
An image of the Triune God,
To all eternity.
O God of Earth and Altar
By: G.K. Chesterton [1906]
O God of earth and altar,
bow down and hear our cry,
our earthly rulers falter,
our people drift and die;
the walls of gold entomb us,
the swords of scorn divide,
take not thy thunder from us,
but take away our pride.
From all that terror teaches,
from lies of tongue and pen,
from all the easy speeches
that comfort cruel men,
from sale and profanation
of honor, and the sword,
from sleep and from damnation,
deliver us, good Lord!
Tie in a living tether
the prince and priest and thrall,
bind all our lives together,
smite us and save us all;
in ire and exultation
aflame with faith, and free,
lift up a living nation,
a single sword to thee.
City of Gold
By: Fanny Crosby
There’s a city that looks o’er the valley of death,
And the glories can never be told;
There the sun never sets, and the leaves never fade,
In that beautiful city of gold.
There the sun never sets, and the leaves never fade;
And the eyes of the faithful our Savior behold,
In that beautiful city of gold.
There the King, our Redeemer, the Lord Whom we love,
All the faithful with rapture behold;
There the righteous forever shall shine as the stars,
In that beautiful city of gold
No Sorrow There
By: Fanny Crosby
No sorrow there in yonder clime,
Beyond the troubled waves of time;
No dreary nights nor weeping eyes,
No aching hearts, nor broken ties.
Ah, who would dwell forever here,
Away from those we hold so dear -
Away from Him whose wondrous love
Prepares for us a home above?
A little while our watch to keep,
A little while to wake and sleep,
To bear the cross, endure the pain -
And then with Christ forever reign.
O perfect rest, O calm repose,
Where life's clear stream in beauty flows!
And we can sing, without a care,
No sorrow there, no sorrow there.
The Land to which We Go
By: Fanny Crosby
Life has many a pleasant hour,
Many a bright and cloudless day;
Singing bird and smiling flower,
Scatter sunbeams on our way;
But the sweetest blossoms grow
In the land to which we go.
Earth has many a cool retreat,
Many a spot to memory dear;
Oft we find our weary feet
Lingering by some fountain clear;
Yet the purest waters flow
In the land to which we go.
Like a cloud that floats away,
Like the early morning dew,
Here the fairest things decay,
There, are pleasures ever new.
Only joy the heart will know
In the land to which we go.
’Tis the Christian’s promised land;
There is everlasting day;
There a Savior’s loving hand
Wipes the mourner’s tears away;
Oh! the rapture we shall know
In the land to which we go.
Go Bear the Joyful Tidings
By: Fanny Crosby
Go bear the joyful tidings
That first, on Judah’s plain,
Awoke the wondering shepherds
To praise Messiah’s name;
Exalt the King of glory
Who left His throne on high,
And came to earth a ransom
For guilty man to die.
Refrain: Go sound the Gospel trumpet
Beyond the rolling sea,
From chains of sin and darkness
To set the captive free.
Go in your Master’s vineyard,
And labor heart and hand;
The word of life eternal
Proclaim to every land--
The sweet and precious promise
To all who will believe,
Free grace and full salvation
For all who will receive.
Go tell the broken spirit
That vainly sighs for rest,
There is a home in glory,
A home for ever blest;
Go bring the lost to Jesus,
His tender love to share;
Go forth to every nation:
Immortal souls are there.
Faith In Jesus
By: Fanny Crosby
Gracious Lord, Thou canst make me clean;
Hide not Thy face from me;
Sick and faint, as the leper came,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Thou canst remove the plague of sin,
Washing my inmost soul;
Jesus, I come with breaking heart,
Help me and make me whole.
Gracious Lord, Thou canst make me clean;
Speak, and my soul shall live;
O my faith will not let Thee go
Till Thou my sin forgive.
Gracious Lord, Thou canst make me clean;
Weary and sad am I;
Bending low at Thy sacred feet,
Hear my repentant cry;
Faith in Thy Word has led me here,
Faith cannot plead in vain;
Lord, I believe; O cleanse me now,
Wash me from every stain.
They That be Wise
By: Fanny Crosby
O list to the voice of the prophet of old,
Proclaiming in language divine,
The wonderful, wonderful message of truth,
That they that be wise shall shine.
Refrain: They shall shine as bright as the stars,
In the firmament jeweled with light;
And they that turn many to righteousness
As the stars forever bright.
Tho’ rugged the path where our duty may lead,
O! why should we ever repine?
When faithful and true is the promise to all
That they that be wise shall shine.
The grandeur of wealth, and the temples of fame,
Where beauty and splendor combine,
Will perish, forgotten and crumble to dust,
But they that be wise shall shine.
Then let us go forth to the work yet to do,
With zeal that shall never decline,
Be strong in the Lord, and the promise believe,
That they that be wise shall shine.
God of Eternity
By: Fanny Crosby
God of Eternity, Author of Time,
Giver and Source of Life, Ruler sublime,
Thou uncreated Lord, Ancient of Days,
Glorious in holiness, Fearful in praise.
Wondrous in Majesty, Wisdom and Might,
Lo! 'twas Thy voice that said, "Let there be light;"
Vast realms and numberless, Lord, are Thy own;
Nations and sceptered kings Bow at thy throne.
Thine is a perfect law; Thy word is pure;
Righteous are all Thy ways; Thy judgments sure;
Mercy and Truth abide Ever with Thee;
Love like a river flows, Deep as the sea.
High over all Thy works, Blest evermore,
God of the Universe, Thee we adore.
The Morning Land
By: Fanny Crosby
O how light to the soul are its crosses,
And how easy our burdens to bear,
When we think of that land over Jordan,
And the joy that will crown us there.
O the bright morning land, the dear morning land,
The land where all sorrow is o’er!
We shall sit beneath the ray of a golden summer day,
Where the shadows will return no more.
O how light to the soul are its crosses,
And the conflicts and trials we meet;
We shall soon lay down them over Jordan,
We shall lay them at Jesus’ feet.
O how light to the soul are its crosses,
O the mercy of Jesus, our Friend!
We shall praise Him for all over Jordan,
In our beautiful home beyond.
No King But Christ
By: Fanny Crosby
Ye armies of the living God,
With banner, shield and sword,
March onward, shouting as you go,
“No king but Christ our Lord.”
All crowns be on His sacred head,
All worlds be at His feet,
All scepters in His mighty hand,
All tongues His praise repeat.
Salvation, glory, strength and power
Ascribe to Him alone,
Whose truth established firmly stands,
Eternal as His throne.
Untraversed regions, boundless realms,
Their great first cause adore,
He rules in majesty supreme,
And reigns from shore to shore.
March on, ye victors through His grace,
To Him your trophies bring,
Creator, Savior, Prophet, Priest,
Redeemer, Lord and King.
Peace to my Soul
By: Fanny Crosby
O Jesus, my Savior,
All glory to Thee;
Sweet peace in believing
Thou givest to me.
Peace, peace to my soul
Flows like a beautiful river;
Peace, hallowed and pure,
Constant abiding forever.
What heights of enjoyment,
What rapture is mine;
While faithfully trusting
Thy promise divine.
Should sorrow o’ertake me,
Thy Word is my stay;
Should trials befall me
Thou guidest my way.
O loving Redeemer,
Whatever Thy will,
In tempests or sunshine,
I’ll follow Thee still.
Peace, peace to my soul
Flows like a beautiful river;
Peace, hallowed and pure,
Constant abiding forever.
Balm in Secret Prayer
By: Fanny Crosby
Pray on, pray on, O trusting heart,
Let not thy courage fail;
But take thy Savior at His word,
And know thou shalt prevail.
Tho’ the cross is hard to bear,
There is balm in secret prayer;
Go and tell thy sorrows there,
And leave it all with Jesus.
What tho’ thy prayers thro’ many tears
May reach His throne on high;
He knows the anguish of thy heart,
And will not pass thee by.
Perhaps in some desponding hour,
When hope has well nigh past,
The light will burst upon thy soul,
And joy be thine at last.
Pray on, pray on, O weary not,
Whate’er thy trial be;
But lean thy faith on Him Who said,
“It shall be well with thee.”
Tell me the story of Jesus
By: Fanny Crosby
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 are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing 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.
Jesus, my All
By: Fanny Crosby
Lord, at Thy mercy seat, humbly I fall;
Pleading Thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call;
Now let Thy work begin, oh, make me pure within,
Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus, my all.
Tears of repentant grief, silently fall;
Help Thou my unbelief, hear Thou my call;
Oh, how I pine for Thee! ’Tis all my hope and plea:
Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all.
Still at Thy mercy seat, Savior, I fall;
Trusting Thy promise sweet, heard is my call;
Faith wings my soul to Thee; this all my song shall be,
Jesus has died for me, Jesus my all.
He Hideth my Soul
By: Fanny Crosby
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.
With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!
When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
Jesus, I my Cross Have Taken
By: Henry Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I'’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while Thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me,
Show Thy face and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
’T'will but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’t'were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn and pain
In Thy service, pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor, loss is gain
I have called Thee 'Abba Father',
I have stayed my heart on Thee
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.
Soul, then know thy full salvation
Rise o'’er sin and fear and care
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s' smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee,
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer.
Heaven'’s eternal days before thee,
God’'s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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