Songs of Zion: Index

1 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear,
Brothers and sisters draw near,
Praise Him in glad adoration.

2 Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.

3 Praise to the Lord, who, when tempests their warfare are waging,
Who, when the elements madly around thee are raging,
Biddeth them cease,
Turneth their fury to peace,
Whirlwinds and waters assuaging.

4 Praise to the Lord, who, when darkness and sin is abounding,
Who, when the godless do triumph, all virtue confounding,
Sheddeth His light,
Chaseth the horrors of night,
Saints with His mercy surrounding.

5 Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him;
Let the Amen
Sound from His people again:
Gladly for aye we adore Him.

Joachim Neander

2 (Songs of Zion)

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1 The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love
Jehovah! great I AM!
By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred Name
For ever blessed.

2 The God of Abraham praise
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand.
I all on earth forsake —
Its wisdom, fame and power —
And Him my only portion make,
My Shield and Tower.

3 The goodly land we see,
With peace and plenty blessed:
A land of sacred liberty
And endless rest;
There milk and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound,
And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crowned.

4 There dwells the Lord, our King,
The Lord, our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace;
On Zion's sacred height
His kingdom he maintains,
And, glorious with his saints in light,
For ever reigns.

5 The God who reigns on high,
The great archangels sing,
And "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
"Almighty King!"
Who was and is the same,
And evermore shall be:
Jehovah, Father, great I AM,
We worship thee."

6 The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost"
They ever cry;
Hail, Abraham's God and mine;
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise!

3 (Songs of Zion)

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1 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, blessed Trinity!

2 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.

3 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 power, in love, and purity.

4 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky, and sea;
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

R. Heber

4 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
Gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness,
Bring and adore Him; the Lord is His name.

2 Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
Comfort thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

3 Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine;
Truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness,
These are the offerings to lay on His shrine.

4 These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,
He will accept for the name that is dear;
Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness,
Trust for our trembling, and hope for our fear.

5 Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness,
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
Gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness,
Bring and adore Him; the Lord is His name.

J.S.B. Monsell

5 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Eternal Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the soul must be
When, placed within Thy searching sight,
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live, and look on Thee.

2 The spirits that surround Thy throne
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known
A fallen world like this.

3 0h, how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before the Ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
The uncreated beam?

4 There is a way for man to rise
To that sublime abode;
An Offering and a Sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit's energies,
An Advocate with God:

5 These, these prepare us for the sight
Of holiness above;
The sons of ignorance and night
May dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.

T. Binney

6 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!
Sing, O ye people, gladly adore Him;
Let the mountains tremble at His word,
Let the hills be joyful before Him;
Mighty in wisdom, boundless in mercy,
Great is Jehovah, King over all;

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord,
Let the hills be joyful before Him!

2 Praise Him, praise Him, shout aloud for joy!
Watchman of Zion, herald the story;
Sin and death His kingdom shall destroy,
All the earth shall sing of His glory;
Praise Him, ye angels, ye who behold Him
Robed in His splendour, matchless divine!

3 King eternal, blessed be His name!
So may His children gladly adore Him;
When in heaven we join the happy strain,
When we cast our bright crowns before Him;
There in His likeness joyful awaking,
There we shall see Him, there we shall sing!

F. J. Crosby

7 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His words most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways.

2 0 loving wisdom of our God,
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.

3 O wisest love! that flesh and blood
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against the foe,
Should strive and should prevail.

4 And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God's presence, and His very self
And essence all—divine.

5 O generous love! that He, who smote
In Man for man the foe,
The double agony in Man
For man should undergo.

6 And in the garden secretly,
And on the Cross on high,
Should teach His brethren and inspire
To suffer and to die.

7 Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His words most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways.

J.H. Newman

8 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright.
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light.

2 How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!

3 How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity!

4 Oh, how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope
And penitential tears!

5 Yet I may love Thee, too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

6 No earthly father loves like Thee;
No mother, e'er so mild
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.

7 Father of Jesus, love's reward,
What rapture will it be
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze, and gaze on Thee.

F. W. Faber

9 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Gracious God, we worship Thee,
Rev'rently we bow the knee;
Jesus Christ our only plea:
Father, we adore Thee.

2 Vast Thy love, how deep, how wide,
In the gift of Him who died;
Righteous claims all satisfied:
Father, we adore Thee.

3 Low we bow before Thy face,
Sons of God, O wondrous place;
Great the riches of Thy grace:
Father, we adore Thee.

4 By Thy Spirit grant that we
Worshippers in truth may be;
Praise, as incense sweet to Thee:
Father, we adore Thee.

5 Yet again our song we raise,
Note of deep adoring praise;
Now, and soon through endless days:
Father, we adore Thee.

S.T. Francis

10 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Give to our God immortal praise!
Mercy and truth are all His ways;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.

3 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,
‘And felt His pity work within;
His mercies ever shall endure,
‘When death and sin shall reign no more.

4 He sent His Son with power to save,
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.

I. Watts

11 (Songs of Zion)

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1 When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom these comforts flowed.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

7 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise!

J. Addison

12 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise, praise ye the name of Jehovah, our God;
Declare, oh, declare ye His glories abroad,
Proclaim ye His mercy, from nation to nation
Till the uttermost islands have heard His salvation.

For His love floweth on, free and full as a river;
And His mercy endureth, for ever and ever.

2 Praise, praise ye the Lamb who for sinners was slain;
Who went down to the grave, and ascended again;
And who soon shall return, when these dark days are o'er,
To set up His kingdom, in glory and power.

3 Then the heav'ns and the earth and the sea shall rejoice;
The field and the forest shall lift their glad voice;
The sands of the desert shall flourish in green,
And Lebanon's glory be shed o'er the scene.

4 Her bridal attire, and her festal array,
All nature shall wear on that glorious day;
For her King cometh down, with His people to reign,
And His presence shall bless her with Eden again.

H. Bonar

13 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0, worship the King,
All-glorious above:
O, gratefully sing
His power and His love:
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendour,
And girded with praise.

2 0, tell of His might,
O, sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath
The deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.

3 Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend.

4 0 measureless Might,
Ineffable Love,
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
Thy humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall sing to Thy praise.

R. Grant

14 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee, His praise should sing?
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Praise the everlasting King.

2 Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

3 Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Widely yet His mercy flows,

4 Angels, in the height adore Him:
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant, bow before Him,
Gathered in from every race:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Praise with us the God of grace.

H.F. Lyte

15 (Songs of Zion)

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1 What was it, blessed God,
Led Thee to give Thy Son,
To yield Thy Well-beloved
For us by sin undone?
'Twas love unbounded led Thee thus
To give Thy Well-beloved for us.

2 What led Thy Son, O God,
To leave Thy throne on high,
To shed His precious blood,
To suffer and to die?
'Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Led Him to die and suffer thus.

3 What moved Thee to impart
Thy Spirit from above,
Therewith to fill our heart
With heavenly peace and love?
'Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus.

4 What love to Thee we owe,
Our God, for all Thy grace!
Our hearts may well o'erflow
In everlasting praise.
Gladly, O God, we praise Thee thus,
For all Thy boundless love to us.

A. Taylor

16 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Blessed be God, our God!
Who gave for us His well beloved Son,
The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one—
Blessed be God, our God!

2 What will He not bestow,
Who freely gave this mighty gift un-bought
Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought—
What will He not bestow?

3 He spared not His Son!
‘Tis this that silences each rising fear;
'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear—
He spared not His Son!

4 Who shall condemn us now?
Since Christ has died, and risen and gone above,
For us to plead at the right hand of Love,
Who shall condemn us now?

5 'Tis God that justifies!
Who shall recall the pardon or the grace,
Or who the broken chain of guilt replace?
'Tis God that justifies!

6 The victory is ours!
For us in might came forth the Mighty One;
For us He fought the fight, the triumph won—
The victory is ours!

H. Bonar

17 (Songs of Zion)

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1 To God be the glory! great things He hath done:
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son;
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the Life-gate that all may go in.

Praise the Lord! praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! praise the Lord!
Let the people rejoice!
Oh, come to the Father, through Jesus the Son;
And give Him the glory—great things He hath done!

2 0 perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

3 Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.

F.J. Crosby

18 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Thou art the Everlasting Word,
The Father's only Son:
God manifestly seen and heard,
And heaven's beloved One:
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

2 In Thee most perfectly expressed
The Father's glories shine;
Of the full Deity possessed,
Eternally divine:
Worthy, O Lamb of God,art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

3 True image of the Infinite,
Whose essence is concealed:
Brightness of uncreated light;
The heart of God revealed;
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

4 But the high mysteries of Thy name
An angel's grasp transcend:
The Father only—glorious claim—
The Son can comprehend:
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

5 Throughout the universe of bliss,
The centre Thou, and sun;
The eternal theme of praise is this,
To heaven's beloved One:
Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

J. Conder

19 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

2 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.

3 He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

4 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!

5 See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.

6 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

7 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.

C. Wesley

20 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer;
Sing, O earth! His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! hail Him! highest arch-angels in glory;
Strength and honour Give to His holy name.
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,
In His arms He carries them all day long;
O ye saints that dwell in the mountains of Zion,
Praise Him! praise Him! ever in joyful song,

2 Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus our blessed Redeemer,
For our sins He suffered and bled and died;
He, our rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the Crucified;
Loving Saviour, meekly enduring sorrow,
Crowned with thorns that cruelly pierced His brow;
Once for us rejected, despised, and forsaken,
Prince of Glory, ever triumphant now.

3 Praise Him! praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer,
Heavenly portals, loud with hosannahs ring!
Jesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and ever;
Crown Him! crown Him! Prophet and Priest and King!
Death is vanquished! Tell it with joy, ye faithful,
Where is now thy victory, boasting grave?
Jesus lives! No longer thy portals are cheerless;
Jesus lives, the mighty and strong to save.

F.J. Crosby

21 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

Sing, oh sing of my Redeemer!
With His blood He purchased me!
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

2 I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.

3 I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant power I'll tell;
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.

4 I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heavenly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God, with Him to be.

P.P. Bliss

22 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Join all the glorious names,
Of wisdom, love, and power
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

2 Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven,

3 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside;
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

4 My Saviour and my Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power: behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

I. Watts

23 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky:
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear,
It turns their hell to heaven.

3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls He speaks,
And life into the dead.

4 0h, that the world might taste and see,
The riches of His grace!
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.

5 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry: "Behold the Lamb!"

6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name:
Preach Him to all, and cry in death:
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"

C. Wesley

24 (Songs of Zion)

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1 All hail the power of Jesus’ name,
Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Ye saints redeemed of Adam's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall:
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe
And crown Him Lord of all.

6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

E. Perronet

25 (Songs of Zion)

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1 In the name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
'Tis the Father's pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the Mighty Word.

2 Humbled for a season,
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it,
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.

3 Bore it up triumphant,
With its human light, .
Through all ranks of creatures,
To the central height;
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father's breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.

4 Name Him, brothers, name Him,
Strong your love as death,
But with awe and wonder,
And with bated breath;
He is God the Saviour,
He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshipped,
Trusted, and adored.

5 In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true;
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation's hour;
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.

6 Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father's glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.

C.M. Noel

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1 Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne:
Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own:
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.

2 Crown Him the Lord of Love,
Behold His hands, and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.

3 Crown Him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save;
His glories now we sing
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died—eternal life to bring,
And lives, that death may die.

4 Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.

M. Bridges

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1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died’, they cry,
'To be exalted thus’;
'Worthy the Lamb’, our hearts reply,
'For He was slain for us’.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine:
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

I. Watts

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1 To Thee, and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He the lonely wine-press trod
Our cup of joy to bring.
His glorious arm the strife maintained,
He marched in might from far:
His robes were with the vintage stained,
Red with the wine of war.

2 To Thee, and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He invaded death's abode
And robbed him of his sting.
The house of dust enthrals no more,
For He, the strong to save,
Himself doth guard that silent door,
Great Keeper of the grave.

3 To Thee, and to Thy Christ, O God
We sing, we ever sing;
For He hath crushed beneath His rod
The world's proud rebel king.
He plunged in His imperial strength
To gulfs of darkness down,
He brought His trophy up at length,
The foiled usurper's crown.

4 To Thee, and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He redeemed us with His blood
From every evil thing.
Thy saving strength His arm upbore,
The arm that set us free;
Glory, O God, for evermore
Be to Thy Christ and Thee.

A.R. Cousin

29 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Hail, Thou once despised, Jesus,
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us,
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonising Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame,
By Thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through Thy name.

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid:
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of Thy blood:
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee:
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading,
There Thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

J. Bakewell

30 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Far above all is our Saviour enthroned;
Crown'd is the Lamb who for sinners atoned,
Living for ever to list to our call,
God hath exalted Him far above all.

Far above all! Far above all!
Jesus the crucified far above all!
Low at His footstool adoring we fall,
God hath exalted Him far above all!

2 When the fierce tempest, uplifting its waves,
Seeks to engulf us, we cry and He saves;
Looking to Jesus, upheld by His hand,
Tread we the billows as safe as on land.

3 High are the cities that dare our assault,
Strong are the barriers that call us to halt;
March we on fearless, and down they must fall,
Vanquish'd by faith in Him far above all.

4 His is the kingdom from pole unto pole,
Far above all while the ages shall roll.
With Him the victors, who follow'd His call,
Share in His royalty far above all.

H.E.G.

31 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross —its shame and woe.

2 Every mark of dark dishonour
Heaped upon thy thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow
Told in answering glory now.

3 On that cross, alone, forsaken,
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now to God's right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound.

4 Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.

5 Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Blessed, procious holy Lord;
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy,
This be earth's and Heaven's accord.

6 Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song e’en here begun,
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son.

C. Thompson

32 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Glory be to Him who loved us,
Washed us from each sinful stain;
Glory be to Him who made us
Priests and kings with Him to reign;
Glory, worship, laud and blessing
To the Lamb who once was slain.

2 Glory, worship, laud and blessing,
Thus the choir triumphant sings;
Honour, riches, power, dominion,
Thus its praise creation brings;
Thou art worthy, Thou art worthy,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.

3 Glory to the King of angels,
Glory to the Church's King,
Glory to the King of nations,
Heaven and earth His praises sing;
Glory ever and for ever
To the King of Glory bring.

4 Glory be to Thee, O Father,
Glory be to Thee, O Son,
Glory be to Thee, O Spirit,
Glory be to God alone,
As it was, is now, and shall be
While the endless ages run.

H. Bonar

33 (Songs of Zion)

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1 With harps and with vials there stands a great throng
In the presence of Jesus, and sing this new song :

Unto Him who hath loved us and wash'd us from sin,
Unto Him be the glory for ever.
Amen.

2 All these once were sinners, defiled in His sight,
Now arrayed in pure garments in praise they unite.

3 He maketh the rebel a priest and a king,
He hath bought us, and taught us this new song to sing.

4 How helpless and hopeless we sinners had been,
If He never had loved us, till cleansed from our sin.

5 Aloud in His praises our voices shall ring,
So that others, believing, this new song shall sing.

A.T. Pierson

34 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus our Lord, with what joy we adore Thee,
Chanting our praise to Thyself on the throne!
Blest in Thy presence we worship before Thee,
Own Thou art worthy, and worthy alone.

Lord, Thou art worthy, Lord, Thou art worthy;
Lord, Thou art worthy, and worthy alone!
Blest in Thy presence we worship before Thee,
Own Thou art worthy, and worthy alone.

2 Verily God, yet become truly human—
Lower than angels—to die in our stead;
How hast Thou, long-promised "Seed of the woman",
Trod on the serpent and bruised his head!

3 How didst Thou humble Thyself to be taken,
Led by Thy creatures and nailed to the cross!
Hated of men, and of God, too, forsaken,
Shunning not darkness, the curse and the loss!

4 How hast Thou triumphed, and triumphed with glory,
Battled death's forces, rolled back every wave!
Can we refrain, then, from telling the story?
Lord, Thou art Victor o'er death and the grave.

H. D'A. Champney

35 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Let me sing, for the glory of heaven
Like a sunbeam has swept o'er my heart;
I would praise Thee for sins all forgiven,
For Thy love, which shall never depart.

2 If Thy works praise Thee, Giver of good,
If the sun shines his praise unto Thee,
If the wind, as it sighs thro’ the wood,
Makes a murmur of song from each tree,

3 Then these lips, sure, a tribute shall bring,
Though unworthy the praises must be;
Shall all nature be vocal and sing,
And no psalm of rejoicing from me?

4 0 wonderful, glorious Redeemer!
I would worship Thee, Saviour divine;
And rejoice, though surrounded with praises,
Thou wilt still hear a song such as mine:

5 A song of a sinner forgiven,
And a song that is music to Thee;
A song of a pilgrim to heaven,
Yes, a song from a sinner like me.

S.T. Francis

36 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Fairest of all the earth beside,
Chiefest of all unto Thy bride,
Fullness divine in Thee I see,
Wonderful Man of Calvary.

That Man of Calvary
Has won my heart from me
And died to set me free;
Blest Man of Calvary.

2 Granting the sinner life and peace,
Granting the captive sweet release,
Shedding his blood to make us free,
Merciful Man of Calvary.

3 Giving the gifts obtained for men,
Pouring out love beyond our ken,
Giving us spotless purity,
Bountiful Man of Calvary.

4 Comfort of all my earthly way,
Jesus, I'll meet Thee some sweet day;
Centre of glory, Thee I'll see,
Wonderful Man of Calvary,

M.P. Ferguson

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1 Lord Jesus Christ, we seek Thy face;
Within the vail we bow the knee,
Oh, let Thy glory fill the place.
And bless us while we wait on Thee.

2 We thank Thee for the precious blood
That purged our sins and brought us nigh,
All cleansed and sanctified to God,
Thy holy name to magnify.

3 Shut in with Thee far, far above
The restless world that wars below,
We seek to learn and prove Thy love,
Thy wisdom and Thy grace to know.

4 The brow that once with thorn was bound,
Thy hands, Thy side, we fain would see,
Draw near, Lord Jesus, glory-crowned,
And bless us while we wait on Thee.

A. Stewart

38 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Amidst us our Beloved stands,
And bids us view His pierced hands,
Points to His wounded feet and side—
Blest emblems of the Crucified.

2 What food luxurious loads the board
When at His table sits the Lord!
The wine how rich, the bread how sweet,
When Jesus deigns the quests to meet!

3 If now, with eyes defiled and dim,
We see the signs, but see not Him,
O, may His love the scales displace,
And bid us see Him face to face!

4 Our former transports we recount
When with Him in the holy mount;
These cause our souls to thirst anew
His marred but lovely face to view.

5 Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts,
Thy present smile a heaven imparts;
O, lift the veil, if veil there be,
Let every saint Thy beauties see!

C.H. Spurgeon

39 (Songs of Zion)

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1 According to Thy gracious Word,
In meek humility.
This will I do; O Christ my Lord,
I will remember Thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there Thy conflict see,
Thine agony and blood-like sweat,
And not remember Thee?

4 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary.
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
I must remember Thee.

5 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me:
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.

James Montgomery

40 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Abba, Father! we approach Thee
In our Saviour’s precious Name;
We, Thy children, here assembling
Access to Thy presence claim.
From our sin His blood hath washed us;
‘Tis through Him our souls draw near,
And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us,
“Abba, Father!” Name so dear.

2 Once as prodigals we wandered,
In our folly, far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery.
Thou the prodigals hast pardoned
Loved us with a Father’s love;
Welcomed us with joy oerflowing,
E’en to dwell with Thee above.

3 Clothed in garments of salvation,
At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the riches of Thy grace.
“It is meet” we hear Thee saying,
“We should merry be and glad;
I have found My once lost children,
Now they live, who once were dead.”

4 Abba, Father! all adore Thee,
All rejoice in heaven above;
While in us they learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, power, and love.
Soon, before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall proclaim,
“Glory, everlasting glory,
Be to God and to the Lamb!”

James G. Deck

41 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Behold! behold the Lamb of God,
On the Cross!
For us He shed His precious blood,
On the Cross.
O hear His all-important cry,
“Eli, lama sabachthani?”
Draw near and see the Saviour die,
On the Cross!.

2 Behold His arms extended wide,
On the Cross!
Behold His bleeding hands and side
On the Cross!
The sun withholds its rays of light,
The heav’ns are clothed in shades of night,
While Jesus wins the glorious fight,
On the Cross!

3 By faith we see Him lifted up,
On the Cross,.
He drinks for us the bitter cup,
On the Cross.
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the Cross!

4 And now the mighty deed is done,
On the Cross!
The battle fought, the vict'ry won,
On the Cross!
To heav’n He turns His languid eyes,
'Tis finished” now the Conqueror cries,
Then bows His sacred head and dies,
On the Cross!

Joseph Hoskins

42 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Behold, what love, what boundless love,
The Father hath bestowed
On sinners lost, that we should be
Now called the sons of God.

“Behold...what manner of love...
what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us,
that we...that we should be called...
should be called the sons of God.”

2 No longer far from Him, But now
By precious blood made nigh;
Accepted in the Well-beloved,
Near to God’s heart we lie.

3 What we in glory soon shall be,
It doth not yet appear;
But when our precious Lord we see,
We shall His image bear.

4 With such a blessed hope in view:
We should more holy be,
More like our risen, glorious Lord,
Whose face we soon shall see.
M.S. Sullivan

43 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Come, let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring;
The song, with which the heavens ring,
Now let us gladly join.

2 How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God.
How perfect is His righteousness,
In which unspotted beauteous dress
His saints have always stood!

3 Great are the offices He bears,
And bright His character appears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet untiring praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all His glories known.

4 And soon the happy day shall come
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Saviour, Master, Friend,
The glad eternity we’ll spend,
And celebrate His grace.

Samuel Medley

44 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Crowned with thorns upon the tree,
Silent in Thine agony;
Dying, crushed beneath the load
Of the wrath and curse of God.

2 On Thy pale and suff’ring brow,
Mystery of love and woe:
On Thy grief and sore amaze,
Saviour, I would fix my gaze!

3 On Thy pierced and bleeding breast
Thou dost bid the weary rest;
Rest there from the world’s false ways,
Rest there from its vanities

4 Rest in pardon and relief,
From the load of guilt and grief;
Rest in Thy redeeming blood,
Rest in perfect peace with God.

5 Sin-atoning Sacrifice,
Thou art precious in mine eyes;
Thou alone my rest shall be,
Now and through eternity.

H. Grattan Guiness

45 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Done is the work that saves,
Once and for ever done;
Finished the righteousness;
That clothes the unrighteous one.
The love that blesses us below
Is flowing freely to us now.

2 The sacrifice is o'er,
The veil is rent in twain,
The mercy-seat is red
With blood of the Victim slain.
Why stand we then without, in fear?
The blood of Christ invites us near.

3 The gate is open wide;
The new and living way
Is clear, and free, and bright,
With love, and peace, and day.
Into the holiest now we come,
Our present and our endless home.

4 Enthroned in majesty
The High Priest sits within;
His precious blood, once shed,
Has made and keeps us clean;
With boldness let us now draw near;
That blood has banished every fear.

5 Then to the Lamb once slain,
Be glory, praise, and power,
Who died, and lives again,
Who liveth evermore;
Who loved us, cleansed us by His blood,
And made us kings and priests to God!

Horatius Bonar

46 (Songs of Zion)

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1 For the bread and for the wine,
For the pledge that seals Him mine,
For the words of love divine,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

2 Only bread and only wine,
Yet to faith the solemn sign
Of the heavenly and divine!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

3 For the words that turn our eye
To the Cross of Calvary,
Bidding us in faith draw nigh,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

4 For the words that fragrance breathe,
These plain symbols underneath,
Words that His own peace bequeath,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

5 For the words that tell of home,
Pointing us beyond the tomb,
“Do ye this, until I come!”
We give thee thanks, O Lord.

6 Till He come we take the bread,
Type of Him on whom we feed,
Him who liveth and was dead!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

7 Till He come we take the cup;
As we at His table sup,
Eye and heart are lifted up!
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

8 For that coming, here foreshown,
For that day to man unknown,
For the glory and the throne,
We give Thee thanks, O Lord.

Horatius Bonar

47 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Grace! ‘tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

3 'Twas grace that wrote my name
In life’s eternal book;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb.
Who all my sorrows took.

4 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes overflow;
'Tis grace has kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

5 O let that grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
May all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.

6 Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge

48 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Great God of wonders! all Thy ways
Display the attributes divine;
But countless acts of pardoning grace,
Beyond Thine other wonders shine
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

2 Such deep transgressions to forgive!
Such guilty, daring worms to spare!
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And in this honour none shall share:
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

3 Pardon, from an offended God!
Pardon, for sins of deepest dye!
Pardon, bestowed through Jesus’ blood!
Pardon, that brings the rebel nigh!
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

4 0 may this strange, this matchless grace
This God-like miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise
As now it fills the choirs above
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

Samuel Davies

49 (Songs of Zion)

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1 God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

W. Cowper

50 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Hark! ten thousand voices crying,
“Lamb of God!” with one accord;
Thousand, thousand saints replying,
Wake at once the echoing chord.

2 “Praise the Lamb” the chorus waking,
All in heaven together throng,
Loud and far, each tongue partaking,
Rolls along the endless song.

3 Grateful incense this, ascending
Ever to the Father’s throne;
Every knee to Jesus bending,
All the mind in heaven is one.

4 All the Father’s counsels claiming
Equal honours to the Son;
All the Son’s effulgence beaming,
Makes the Father’s glory known.

5 By the Spirit all pervading,
Hosts unnumbered round the Lamb,
Crowned with light and joy unfading
Hail Him as the great I AM.

6 Joyful now the new creation
Rests in undisturbed repose;
Blest in Jesus' full salvation,
Sorrow now, nor thraldom knows.

J.N. Darby

51 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when,
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home.
And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.

2 I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden.
For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.

3 I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendour
When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

4 I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will answer;
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King.

W.Y. Fullerton

52 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, Name of matchless splendour!
Name all other names above!
Glorious Son of God incarnate.
King of Kings, and Lord of love.

2 Name that to our hearts is nearest,
Here the stricken soul doth hide,
Name that to our hearts in dearest,
As in Jesus we confide.

3 “Call Him Jesus!” He shall save us
From the tyranny of sin;
From its condemnation save us
From iniquity within.

4 Thanks we give, and adoration,
Every day and every hour,
For the uttermost salvation,
Freedom from its guilt and power.

5 Jesus, sweetest note of any
In the lowly pilgrim’s song;
Jesus! the triumphant music
Of the bright angelic throng.

6 Earth to Him her face upraises,
Knows Him as the great I am!
Heaven resounds with Jesus’ praises,
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

L.A. Bennett

53 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, whilst thus arrayed,
With joy shall we lift up our head.

2 Bold shall we stand in that great day,
For who aught to our charge shall lay?
While by Thy blood absolved we are
From sin’s tremendous curse and fear.

3 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the saints redeemed by blood,
Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim,
And all their boast is in Thy name.

4 Till we behold Thee on Thy throne,
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone;
Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!

N. Zinzendorf

54 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, Lord, we know Thee present
At Thy table freshly spread,
Seated at Thy priceless banquet,
With Thy banner overhead.
Precious moments at Thy table,
From all fear and doubt set free;
Here to rest, so sweetly able
Occupied alone with Thee.

2 Here rejoicing in Thy nearness,
Gladly by Thy Spirit led;
Calmly in the blest remembrance
Of Thy precious blood once shed.
Lord, we take each simple token
In fond memory of Thee;
Muse upon Thy body broken,
And Thy blood shed on the tree.

3 Oh what joy it is to see Thee,
In these emblems gathered here!
In the bread and wine of blessing,
Bread to strengthen, wine to cheer.
Lord, behold us met together,
Members of our risen Head,
Thus to take the cup of blessing,
Thus to share the broken bread.

4 Lord, we know how true Thy promise
To be with us where we meet,
When in Thy loved Name we gather
To enjoy communion sweet,
Dearer still that looked-for promise
To each waiting, yearning heart,
That we soon will be with Thee, Lord
And forever where Thou art.

Mrs. Thompson

55 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lamb of God! our souls adore Thee
While upon Thy face we gaze;
There the Father’s love and glory
Shine in all their brightest rays.
Thine almighty power and wisdom
All creation’s works proclaim;
Heaven and earth alike confess Thee
As the ever great I AM.

2 Lamb of God! Thy Father’s bosom
Ever was Thy dwelling-place;
His delight, in Him rejoicing,
One with Him in power and grace;
O what wondrous love and mercy!
Thou didst lay Thy glory by,
And for us didst come from heaven.
As the Lamb of God, to die.

3 Lamb of God! when we behold Thee
Lowly in the manger laid;
Wand'ring as a homeless stranger
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the garden,
In Thine agony of blood;
At Thy grace we are confounded,
Holy, spotless Lamb of God.

4 When we see Thee, as the Victim,
Bound to the accursed tree,
For our guilt and folly stricken,
All our judgement borne by Thee,
Lord, we own, with hearts adoring,
Thou hast loved us unto blood.
Glory, glory everlasting,
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!

James G. Deck

56 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lamb of God! Thou now art seated
High upon Thy Father’s throne;
All Thy gracious work completed,
All Thy mighty vict’ry won.
Every knee in heaven is bending
To the Lamb for sinners slain;
Every voice and harp is swelling,
“Worthy is the Lamb to reign.”

2 Lord, in all Thy pow’r and glory,
Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here,
Watching o'er Thy ransomed people,
To Thy gracious heart so dear.
Thou for us art interceding,
Everlasting is Thy love;
And a blessed rest preparing
In the Father’s house above.

3 Lamb of God! Thou soon in glory
Wilt to this sad earth return;
All Thy foes shall quake before Thee,
All that now despise Thee mourn,
Then Thy saints all gathered to Thee,
With Thee in Thy Kingdom reign;
Thine the praise, and Thine the glory
Lamb of God, for sinners slain!

James G. Deck

57 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine,
My rock and my fortress, my Surety divine;
My gracious Redeemer, my song shall be now,
'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou!

2 I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thou!

3 I would love Thee in life, I would love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath,
And sing, should the death-dew lie cold on my brow,
'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou!

4 And when the bright morn of Thy glory shall come,
And the children ascend to the Father's glad home,
l'll shout, with Thy likeness impressed on my brow,
'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou!

A.J. Gordon

58 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lord Jesus, Thou dost keep Thy child
Through sunshine, or through tempests wild;
Jesus, I trust in Thee!
Thine is such wondrous power to save,
Thine is the mighty love that gave
It’s all on Calvary.

2 O glorious Saviour! Thee I praise;
To Thee my new glad song I raise,
And tell of what Thou art,
Thy grace is boundless in its store;
Thy face of love shines evermore;
Thou givest me Thy heart.

3 Upon Thy promises I stand,
Trusting in Thee: Thine own right hand
Doth keep and comfort me!
My soul doth triumph in Thy Word:
Thine, Thine be all the praise, dear Lord,
As Thine the victory.

4 Love perfecteth what it begins:
Thy power doth save me from my sins
Thy grace upholdeth me.
This life of trust—how glad, how sweet,
My need and Thy great fulness meet!
And I have all in Thee.

J. Sophia Piggott

59 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lord Jesus, Thou who only art
The endless source of purest joy
O come and fill this longing heart;
May nought but Thee my thoughts employ.
Teach me on Thee to fix my eye
For none but Thee can satisfy.

2 The joys of earth can never fill
The heart that’s tasted of Thy love;
No portion would I seek until
I reign with Thee, my Lord, above
When I shall gaze upon Thy face,
And know more fully all Thy grace.

3 When from Thy radiant throne on high
Thou didst my fall and ruin see,
Thou cam’st on earth for me to die,
That I might share that throne with Thee.
Loved with an everlasting love,
My hopes, my joys are all above.

4 0 what is all that earth can give?
I’m called to share in God’s own joy;
Dead to the world, in Thee I live,
In Thee I've bliss without alloy:
Well may I earthly joys resign;
All things are mine, and I am Thine!

5 Till Thou shalt come to take me home,
Be this my one ambition, Lord,
Self, sin, the world, to overcome,
Fast clinging to Thy faithful Word:
More of Thyself each day to know,
And more into Thine image grow.

Anon

60 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Loved with everlasting love,
Led by grace that love to know;
Spirit, breathing from above,
Thou has taught me it is so.
Oh, this full and perfect peace:
Oh, this transport all divine;
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His, and He is mine.

2 Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in ev’ry hue
Christless eyes have never seen:
Birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
Flow’rs with deeper beauty shine,
Since I know, as now I know,
l am His, and He is mine.

3 Things that once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast.
Oh, to lie for ever here,
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His, and He is mine.

4 His for ever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart.
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
First-born light in gloom decline;
But, while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine.

W. Robinson

61 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.

2 No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.

6 Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine!

S. Stennet

62 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My Saviour, Thou hast offered rest:
Oh, give it then to me;
The rest of ceasing from myself,
To find my all in Thee.

2 This cruel self, oh, how it strives
And works within my breast,
To come between Thee and my soul
And keep me back from rest.

3 How many subtle forms it takes
Of seeming verity,
As if it were not safe to rest
And venture all on Thee.

4 0 Lord, I seek a holy rest,
A victory over sin!
I seek that Thou alone shouldst reign
O’er all without, within.

5 In Thy strong hand I lay me down,
So shall the work be done:
For who can work so wondrously
As the Almighty One?

6 Work on, then, Lord, till on my soul
Eternal light shall break,
And, in Thy likeness perfected,
I, “satisfied”, shall wake.

E.H.H.

63 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My Redeemer! O what beauties
In that lovely Name appear;
None but Jesus, in His glories,
Shall the honoured title wear.
My Redeemer!
Thou hast my salvation wrought.

2 Sunk in ruin, sin, and misery,
Bound by Satan's captive chain,
Guided by his artful treachery,
Hurrying on to endless pain;
My Redeemer!
Plucked me as a brand from hell.

3 Mine by covenant, mine for ever,
Mine by oath, and mine by blood,
Mine—nor time the bond shall sever,
Mine as an unchanging God.
My Redeemer!
O how sweet to call Thee mine!

4 When in heaven I see Thy glory,
When before Thy throne I bow,
Perfected I shall be like Thee,
Fully Thy redemption know.
My Redeemer!
Then shall hear me shout His praise.

Anon

64 (Songs of Zion)

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1 No gospel like this feast.
Spread for us, Lord, by Thee;
No prophet nor evangelist
Preach the glad news so free.

2 All our redemption cost,
All our redemption won;
All it has won for us, the lost,
All it cost Thee, the Son.

3 Thine was the bitter price,
Ours is the free gift given;
Thine was the blood of sacrifice,
Ours is the wine of Heaven.

4 Here we should rest midway,
As on a sacred height;
That darkest and that brightest day
Meeting before our sight.

5 From that dark depth of woes
Thy love for us has trod,
We soar to heights of blest repose
Thy love prepares with God.

6 Till, from self’s chains released,
One sight alone we see,
Still at the cross, as at this feast,
Behold Thee, only Thee!

Mrs. Rundal Charles

65 (Songs of Zion)

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1 No blood, no altar now,
The sacrifice is o'er;
No flame, no smoke ascends on high,
The lamb is slain no more;
But richer blood has flowed from nobler veins
To purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse the reddest stains.

2 We thank Thee for the blood,
The blood of Christ, Thy son,
The blood by which our peace is made,
Our victory is won:
Great victory o'er hell, and sin, and woe,
That needs no second fight and leaves no second foe.

3 We thank Thee for the grace
Descending from above,
That overflows our widest guilt,
Th' eternal Father's love,
Love of the Father's everlasting Son,
Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three in One.

4 We thank Thee for the hope,
So glad, and sure, and clear;
It holds the drooping spirit up
Till the long dawn appear;
Fair hope! with what a sunshine does it cheer
Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here!

5 We thank Thee for the crown
Of glory and of life;
'Tis no poor, with'ring wreath of earth,
Man's prize in mortal strife;
'Tis incorruptible as is the throne,
The kingdom of our God and His incarnate Son.

Horatius Bonar

66 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O Holy Father, who in tender love
Didst give Thine only Son for us to die,
The while He pleads at Thy right hand above,
We in one spirit now with faith draw nigh,
And, as we eat this bread and drink this wine,
Plead His once-offer'd sacrifice divine.

2 We are not worthy to be call'd Thy sons,
Nor gather up the fragments of Thy feast;
Yet look on us, Thy sorrowing contrite ones,
On us in Him our Advocate and Priest,
Whose robe is fringed with mercy's golden bells,
Whose breastplate fathomless compassion tells.

3 0h hear us, for Thou always hearest Him;
Behold us sprinkled with His precious blood;
And from between the shadowing Cherubim
Shine forth, and grant us in this heavenly food
Foretastes of coming glory, and meanwhile
A Father's blessing and a Father's smile.

Bishop Bickersteth

67 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O Lord! we adore Thee,
For Thou art the slain One
Who livest for ever,
Enthron'ed in Heaven;
O Lord! we adore Thee,
For Thou hast redeemed us;
Our title to glory
We read in Thy blood.

2 0 God! we acknowledge
The depth of Thy riches;
For of Thee, and through Thee,
And to Thee are all things.
How rich is Thy mercy!
How great Thy salvation!
We bless Thee, we praise Thee:
Amen, and Amen!

Mrs. Peters

68 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 Lord, Thy love's unbounded!
So sweet, so full, so free!
My soul is all transported,
Whene'er I think on Thee.
Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness
Within myself I find;
No infant's changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.

2 And yet Thy love's unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy in all its brightness,
The peace its beams impart!
Yet sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.

3 And thus Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And, with adoring fervour
Should in, Thy likeness grow,
Still, sweet 'tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e'er, Thou'rt bright.

4 O guard my soul, Lord Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee;
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee,
That all Thy gracious favour
May to my soul be known;
And versed in this Thy goodness,
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.

J.N. Darby

69 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 Lord, how much Thy Name unfolds
To every opened ear;
The pardoned sinner's memory holds
None other half so dear.

2 Jesus! it speaks a life of love,
And sorrows meekly borne;
It tells of sympathy above,
Whatever griefs we mourn.

3 It tells us of Thy sinless walk
In fellowship with God;
And to our ears no tale so sweet
As Thine atoning blood.

4 This Name encircles every grace
That God, as man, could show;
There only can the Spirit trace
A perfect life below.

5 The mention of Thy Name shall bow
Our hearts to worship Thee;
The chiefest of ten thousand Thou!
The chief of sinners we.

Mary Peters

70 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 God of matchless grace,
We sing unto Thy Name!
We stand accepted in the place
That none but Christ could claim.
Our willing hearts have heard Thy voice,
And in Thy mercy we rejoice.

2 'Tis meet that Thy delight
Should centre in Thy Son;
That Thou shouldst place us in Thy sight,
In Him, Thy Holy One,
Thy perfect love has cast out fear;
Thy favour shines upon us here.

3 Eternal is our rest,
O Christ of God, in Thee!
Now of Thy peace, Thy joy possessed,
We wait Thy face to see.
Now to the Father's heart received,
We know in whom we have believed.

4 A sacrifice to God
In life or death are we;
Then keep us ever, blessed Lord,
Thus set apart to Thee.
Bought with a price, we're not our own;
We died, we live to God alone!

H.K. Burlingham

71 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 blessed God! how kind
Are all Thy ways to me,
Whose dark benighted mind
Was enmity with Thee.
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
My spirit longs for Thine embrace.

2 How precious are Thy thoughts
That o'er my spirit roll!
They swell beyond my faults,
And captivate my soul;
How great their sum, how high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.

3 Preserved by Jesus, when
My feet made haste to hell!
And there should I have gone,
But Thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, Thy mercy free,
Which from the pit delivered me.

4 Before Thy hands had made
The sun to rule the day,
Or earth's foundations laid,
Or fashioned Adam's clay,
What thoughts of peace and mercy flowed
In Thy great heart of love, O God!

5 A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood,
The streams of love I trace
Up to the fountain, God,
And in His sovereign counsels see
Eternal thoughts of love to me.

John Kent

72 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 blessed Lord, what hast Thou done!
How vast a ransom paid!
God’s only well-beloved Son
Upon the altar laid!

2 The Father, in His willing love,
Could spare Thee from His side;
And Thou couldst stoop, to bear above,
At such a cost, Thy bride.

3 While our full hearts in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace in a steady current flows,
Filled from Thy mercy’s flood.

4 What boundless joy will fill each heart,
Our every grief efface,
When we behold Thee as Thou art,
And all Thy love retrace.

5 Unseen we love Thee, dear Thy Name!
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful Wonder we’ll proclaim,
The half hath not been told!

Mary Peters

73 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 Blessed Saviour! is Thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Fain would we give our hearts, our minds,
Our lives, our all, to Thee.

2 We love Thee for the glorious worth
Which in Thyself we see;
We love Thee for the shameful Cross
Endured so patiently.

3 No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain!
What love with Thine can vie?

4 Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou didst partake of human flesh,
Beset with sorrows round.

5 Thou wouldst like sinful man be made,
In everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become,
As we unlike have been.

6 Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every heavenly grace,
More of Thine image daily gain,
Till we behold Thy face.

7 0 Lord! we treasure in our souls
The memory of Thy love:
And ever may Thy Name to us
A grateful odour prove.

Joseph Stennett

74 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed’st for us Thine own life-blood,
And teach us all Thy love: then pain
Were sweet, and life or death were gain.

2 Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
For ever closed to all but Thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love for ever there.

3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live!

4 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable.

5 First-born of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow!
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear the cross, and seek the crown.

N. Zinzendorf

75 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O My Saviour, crucified!
Near Thy Cross would I abide,
There to look with steadfast eye
On Thy dying agony.

2 Jesus bruised and put to shame,
Tells us all Jehovah’s Name:
God is love, I surely know
By the Saviour’s depths of woe.

3 In His spotless soul’s distress
We perceive our guiltiness;
O how vile our low estate!
Since our ransom was so great.

4 Dwelling on Mount Calvary,
Contrite shall our spirits be;
Rest and holiness shall find,
Fashioned like our Saviour’s mind.

Robert Chapman

76 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O Head, once filled with bruises,
Oppressed with pain and scorn,
O'erwhelmed with sore abuses,
Mocked with a crown of thorn!
O Head, to death once wounded
In shame upon the tree,
In glory now surrounded
With brightest majesty!

2 Thou Lord of all transcendent,
Thou life-creating Sun
To worlds on Thee dependent,
Yet bruised and spit upon!
O Lord! what Thee tormented
Was our sin's heavy load;
We had the debt augmented,
Which Thou didst pay in blood.

3 We give thee thanks unfeigned,
Lord Jesus, Friend in need!
For what Thy soul sustained
When Thou for us didst bleed;
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until, to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.

Paul Gerhardt

77 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

2 When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

3 And when I think: that God, His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die—I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing
He bled and died, to take away my sin:

4 When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home—what joy shall fill my heart
Then shall I bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God how great Thou art!

Translated from Russian
by S.K. Hine, 1948.

78 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Praise the Saviour, ye who know Him!
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.

2 Jesus is the Name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us,
Nothing moves, and nothing harms us,
When we trust in Him.

3 Trust in Him, ye saints, for ever;
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.

4 Keep us, Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself, and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys in heaven.

5 Then we shall be where we would be.
Then we shall be what we should be,
That which is not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own.

Thomas Kelly

79 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus,
Jesus fills Thy wond'ring eyes;
See Him now in glory seated,
Where thy sins no more can rise.

2 There, in righteousness transcendent,
Lo! He doth in heaven appear,
Shows the blood of His atonement
As thy title to be there.

3 All thy sins were laid upon Him,
Jesus bore them on the tree;
God, who knew them, laid them on Him,
And, believing, thou art free.

4 God now brings thee to His dwelling,
Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome ever telling
What a portion there is thine.

5 In that circle of God's favour,
Circle of the Father's love,
All is rest, and rest for ever,
All is perfectness above.

6 Blessed, glorious word “forever!”
Yea. “forever!” is the word;
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
Nought divide them from the Lord.

J. Denham Smith

80 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Saviour, we remember Thee!
Thy deep woe and agony,
All Thy suffering on the tree:
Saviour, we adore Thee!

2 Calvary! O Calvary!
Mercy’s vast unfathomed sea,
Love, eternal love to me:
Saviour, we adore Thee!

3 Darkness hung around Thy head,
When for sin Thy blood was shed,
Victim in the sinner’s stead:
Saviour, we adore Thee!

4 Jesus, Lord, Thou now art risen!
Thou hast all our sins forgiven!
Haste we to our home in heaven:
Saviour, we adore Thee!

5 Soon, with joyful, glad surprise,
We shall hear Thy word — Arise!
Mounting upward to the skies:
Glory, glory, glory!

6 Saviour, we Thy love adore;
We will praise Thee more and more;
Spread Thy Name from shore to shore;
Saviour, we adore Thee!

S.T. Francis

81 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King
To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing,
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast:
Oh, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound!

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His Word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels, how divine!

4 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desire or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

82 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross we spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing
From the sinner’s dying Friend.

2 Here we rest, in wonder viewing
All our sins on Jesus laid,
And a full redemption flowing
From the sacrifice He made.

3 Here we find the dawn of heaven,
While upon the Cross we gaze,
See our trespasses forgiven,
And our songs of triumph raise.

4 0 that near the Cross abiding,
We may to the Saviour cleave!
Nought with Him our hearts dividing,
All for Him content to leave.

5 May we still, the Cross discerning,
There for peace and comfort go;
There new wonders daily learning,
All the depths of mercy know.

Walter Shirley

83 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Sweet feast of love divine!
Tis grace that makes us free,
To feed upon this bread and wine,
In memory, Lord of Thee.

2 Here every welcome guest
Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn
The secrets of Thy Father’s breast,
And all Thy grace discern.

3 Here conscience ends its strife,
And faith delights to prove
The sweetness of the Bread of Life,
The fulness of Thy love.

4 That blood that flowed for sin
In symbol here we see,
And feel the blessed pledge within
That we are loved of Thee.

5 0 if this glimpse of love
Is so divinely sweet,
What will it be, O Lord, above,
Thy gladdening smile to meet!

6 To see Thee face to face,
Thy perfect likeness wear,
And all Thy ways of wondrous grace
Through endless years declare.

Sir. Edward Denny

84 (Songs of Zion)

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1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair,
To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows the deep, mysterious joy
Of peace with God within.

3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering Spirit passed;
Grace there its wondrous victory gained,
And love endured its last.

4 0 Lamb of God! Thy bleeding wounds,
With cords of love divine,
Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And linked our life with Thine.

5 Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow,
Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.

6 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours;
We long, O Lord, to see
Creation all — below, above,
Redeemed and blessed by Thee.

Sir Edward Denny

85 (Songs of Zion)

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1 The countless multitude on high,
That tune their songs to Jesus’ Name,
All merit of their own deny,
And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim.
Firm on the ground of sovereign grace,
They stand before Jehovah’s throne;
The only song in that blest place
Is, “Thou art worthy! Thou alone!”

2 With spotless robes of purest white,
And branches of triumphal palm,
They shout, with transports of delight,
Heaven’s ceaseless, universal psalm:
“Salvation’s glory all be paid
To Him who sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb whose blood was shed;
Thou! Thou art worthy! Thou alone!

3 “For Thou wast slain, and in Thy blood
These robes were washed so spotless pure:
Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God,
For ever let Thy praise endure.”
Let us with joy adopt the strain
We soon shall sing for ever there:
“Worthy’s the Lamb for sinners slain,
Worthy alone the crown to wear!”

A. Rutherford

86 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Through Thy precious’ body broken
Inside the veil;
O what words to sinners spoken
Inside the veil!
Precious as the blood that bought us,
Perfect as the love that sought us,
Holy as the Lamb that brought us
Inside the veil.

2 When we see Thy love unshaken
Outside the camp;
Scorned by man, by God forsaken,
Outside the camp;
Thy loved Cross alone can charm us,
Shame need now no more alarm us,
Glad we follow, nought can harm us
Outside the camp.

3 Lamb of God, through Thee we enter
Inside the veil;
Cleansed by Thee, we boldly venture
Inside the veil;
Not a stain; a new creation;
Ours is such a full salvation;
Low we bow in adoration
Inside the veil.

4 Unto Thee, the homeless stranger,
Outside the camp,
Forth we hasten, fear no danger
Outside the camp.
Thy reproach, far richer treasure
Than all Egypt’s boasted pleasure;
Drawn by love that knows no measure,
Outside the camp.

5 Soon Thy saints shall all be gathered
Inside the veil:
All at home, no more be scattered,
Inside the veil.
Nought from Thee our hearts shall sever:
We shall see Thee, grieve Thee never;
“Praise the Lamb!” shall sound for ever
Inside the veil.

Elizabeth Dark

87 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Thy thoughts are here, O God,
Expressed in words divine,
The utterance of heavenly lips
In every sacred line.

2 Across the ages they
Have reached us from afar;
Than the bright gold more golden they,
Purer than purest star.

3 Each word of Thine a gem
From the celestial mines;
A sunbeam from the holy heaven,
Where holy sunlight shines.

4 Thine, Thine this book, though given
In man’s poor human speech,
Telling of things unseen, unheard,
Beyond all human reach.

5 Against this sea-swept rock
Ten thousand storms their will
Of foam and rage have wildly spent
It lifts its calm face still.

6 It standeth and will stand,
Without or change or age,
The word of majesty and light,
The church’s heritage.

H. Bonar

88 (Songs of Zion)

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1 When this passing world is done;
When has sunk yon glaring sun;
When I stand with Christ on high,
Looking o'er life’s history:
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

2 When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own;
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart;
Then Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

3 When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice:
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

4 Chosen, not for good in me;
Wakened up from wrath to flee;
Hidden in the Saviour’s side;
By the Spirit sanctified;
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love, how much I owe.

R. Murray McCheyne

89 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Be still, my soul! the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul! thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2 Be still, my soul! thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past;
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last,
Be still, my soul! the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3 Be still, my soul! when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears:
Be still, my soul! thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4 Be still, my soul! the hour is hastening on
When we shall be for ever with the Lord;
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored,
Be still my soul! when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Katharina Von Schlegel

90 (Songs of Zion)

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1 'Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow,
One bright gleam I see;
Well I know the blessed morrow
Christ will come for me
'Midst the light, and peace, and glory
Of the Father’s home;
Christ for me is watching, waiting—
Waiting till I come.

2 Long the blessed Guide has led me
By the desert road;
Now I see the golden towers—
City of my God
There, amidst the love and glory,
He is waiting yet;
On His hands a name is graven —
He can ne’er forget.

3 There, amidst the songs of heaven,
Sweeter to His ear,
Is the footfall through the desert
Ever drawing near.
There, made ready are the mansions
Glorious, bright, and fair;
But the bride the Father gave Him
Still is wanting there.

4 Who is this, who comes to meet me,
On the desert way?
As the Morning Star foretelling
God’s unclouded day.
He it is who came to win me,
On the cross of shame;
In His glory well I know Him,
Evermore the same.

5 Oh! the blessed joy of meeting,
All the desert past!
Oh! the wondrous words of greeting,
He shall speak at last!
He and I together entering
Those bright courts above;
He and I together sharing
All the Father’s love.

6 Where no shade nor stain can enter,
Nor the gold be dim;
In that holiness unsullied
I shall walk with Him.
Meet companion, then, for Jesus;
From Him, for Him, made:
Glory of God’s grace for ever,
There in me displayed.

7 He, who in the hour of sorrow,
Bore the curse alone;
I, who through the lonely desert,
Trod where He had gone.
He and I, in that bright glory,
One deep joy shall share;
Mine, to be for ever with Him;
His, that I am there.

Gerhard Tersteegen

91 (Songs of Zion)

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1 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine,
Lord Jesus Saviour; yet this soul of mine
Would of Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
Know more and more.

2 It passeth telling, that dear love of Thine,
Lord Jesus, Saviour; yet these lips of mine
Would fain proclaim to sinners, far and near,
A love which can remove all guilt and fear,
And love beget.

3 It passeth praises, that dear love of Thine,
Lord Jesus, Saviour; yet this heart of mine
Would sing that love, so full, so rich, so free,
Which brings a rebel sinner, even me,
Nigh unto God.

4 But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know
The fulness of Thy love while here below,
My empty vessel I may freely bring;
O Thou, who art of love the living spring,
My vessel fill.

5 Then fill me, O my Saviour, with Thy love!
Lead, lead me to the living fount above:
Thither may I, in simple faith, draw nigh,
And never to another fountain fly,
But unto Thee.

6 And when, Lord Jesus, Thine own face I see,
When at Thy lofty throne I bow the knee,
Then of Thy love—in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.

Mary Shekleton

92 (Songs of Zion)

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1 God holds the key of all unknown
And I am glad;
lf other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.

2 What if tomorrows cares were here
Without its rest?
I'd rather He unlocked the day,
And, as the hours swing open, say,
“My will is best.”

3 The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
“My help is sure.”

4 I cannot read His future plans;
But this I know;
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace,
While here below.

5 Enough : this covers all my wants;
And so I rest!
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I saved shall be,
For ever blest.

93 (Songs of Zion)

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1 All the way my Saviour leads me:
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

2 All the way my Saviour leads me:
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul a-thirst may be,
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! a spring of joy I see.

3 All the way my Saviour leads me:
Oh, the fulness 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.

94 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My God, I thank Thee who hast made
The earth so bright,
So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right.

2 I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made
Joy to abound.
So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That, in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

3 I thank Thee more, that all our joy
Is touched with pain,
That shadows fall on brightest hours,
That thorns remain,
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

4 For Thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon
Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings.
So that we see, gleaming on high
Diviner things.

5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept
The best in store:
We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more, —
A yearning for a deeper peace
Not known before.

6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,
Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,
A perfect rest,
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus’ breast.

95 (Songs of Zion)

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1 It is a thing most wonderful,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven
And die to save a child like me.

2 And yet I know that it is true:
He came to this poor world below,
And wept and toiled and mourned and died.
Only because He loved us so.

3 I cannot tell how He could love
A child so weak and full of sin;
His love must be most wonderful,
If He could die my love to win.

4 I sometimes think about His cross,
And shut my eyes, and try to see
The cruel nails, and crown of thorns.
And Jesus crucified for me.

5 But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little part
Of that great love, which, like a fire,
Is always burning in His heart.

6 It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure;
But 'tis more wonderful to see
My love for Him so faint and poor.

7 And yet I want to love Thee, Lord:
Oh, light the flame within my heart,
And I will love Thee more and more
Until I see Thee as Thou art!

96 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.

2 Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above,
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

3 To all life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish, but naught changeth Thee.

4 Great Father of Glory, pure Father of Light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render, oh, help us to see
'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

5 Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise,

W. Chalmers Smith

97 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lord, we are Thine; our God Thou art,
Fashioned and made we are by Thee—
These curious frames!—in every part,
Thy wisdom, power, and love we see.
Each breath we draw, each pulse that beats,
Each organ formed by skill divine,
Each precious sense aloud repeats—
Great God, that we are only Thine.

2 Lord, we are Thine; in Thee we live,
Supported by Thy tender care,
Thou dost each hourly mercy give;
Thine earth we tread, we breathe Thine air,
Raiment and food Thou dost supply:
Thy sun’s bright rays around us shine;
Guarded by Thine all-seeing eye—
We own that we are only Thine.

3 Lord, we are Thine; bought by Thy blood,
Once the poor guilty slaves of sin,
Thou didst redeem us to our God,
And mad’st Thy Spirit dwell within;
Thou hast our sinful wanderings borne,
With love and patience all divine;
As brands, then, from the burning torn,
We own that we are wholly Thine.

4 Lord, we are Thine: Thy claims we own;
Ourselves to Thee we humbly give;
Reign Thou within our hearts alone
And make us to Thy glory live:
Here let us each Thy mind display,
In all Thy brilliant virtues shine;
And haste that long expected day.
When Thou shalt own that we are Thine.

98 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Thou, my everlasting portion,
More than friend or life to me,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.

2 Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
Nor for fame my prayer shall be;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Gladly will I toil and suffer
Only let me walk with Thee.

3 Lead me thro’ the vale of shadows,
Bear me o'er life’s fitful sea;
Then the gate of life eternal
I shall enter, Lord, with Thee
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Then the gate of life eternal
! shall enter, Lord, with Thee.

99 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter,
I am the clay.
Mould me and make me
After Thy will,
While I am waiting
Yielded and still.

2 Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Search me and try me,
Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord,
Wash me just now,
As in Thy presence
Humbly I bow.

3 Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way,
Wounded and weary,
Help me, I pray.
Power, all power,
Surely is Thine,
Touch me and heal me,
Saviour divine.

4 Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way,
Hold o’er my being
Absolute sway.
Fill with Thy Spirit
Till all shall see
Christ only, always,
Living in me.

A.A. Pollard

100 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Who can cheer the heart like Jesus
By His presence all divine?
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call Him mine!

All that thrills my soul is Jesus;
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand,
In my blessed Lord I see.

2 Love of Christ so freely given,
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven,
Deeper than the deepest sea.

3 What a wonderful redemption!
Never can a mortal know
How my sin though red like crimson,
Can be whiter than the snow.

4 Every need His hand supplying,
Every good in Him I see;
On His strength divine relying,
He is all in all to me.

5 By the crystal flowing river
With the ransomed I will sing,
And for ever and for ever,
Praise and glorify the King.

Thoro Harris

101 (Songs of Zion)

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1 In the secret of His presence how
my soul delights to hide!
Oh, how precious are the lessons
which I learn at Jesus' side!
Earthly cares can never vex me,
neither trials lay me low:
For when Satan comes to tempt me,
to the secret place I go.

2 When my soul is faint and thirsty,
'neath the shadow of His wing
There is cool and pleasant shelter,
and a fresh and crystal spring;
And my Saviour rests beside me,
as we hold communion sweet:
lf I tried, I could not utter what
He says when thus we meet.

3 Only this I know: I tell Him all
my doubts and griefs and fears;
Oh, how patiently He listens! and
my drooping soul He cheers:
You think He ne'er reproves me?
what a ſalse friend He would be
If He never, never told me of
the sins which He must see!

4 Would you like to know the
sweetness of the secret of the Lord?
Go and hide beneath His shadow;
this shall then be your reward:
And whene'er you leave the silence
of that happy meeting place,
You will bear the shining image
of the Master in your face.

102 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0h, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Vast, unmeasured, boundless free;
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fulness over me.
Underneath me, all around me
Is the current of Thy love;
Leading onward, leading home-ward,
To my glorious rest above.

2 Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Spread His praise from shore to shore;
How He loveth, ever loveth,
Changeth never, nevermore;
How He watcheth o'er His loved ones,
Died to call them all His own;
How for them He intercedeth,
Watcheth o'er them from the throne.

3 0h, the deep, deep love of Jesus!
Love of every love the best;
'Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
'Tis a heaven sweet of rest.
Oh, 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.

103 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes, the prisoners to release
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

4 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

P. Doddridge

104 (Songs of Zion)

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1 0 come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels:
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

2 True God of true God,
Light of Light eternal,
Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb,
Son of the Father,
Begotten, not created:
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

3 Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above,
Glory to God
In the highest:
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

4 Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be glory given,
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing:
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Anon

105 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

2 The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes,
I love Thee, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray,
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.

Anon

106 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild.
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the new-born King."

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb;
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th' Incarnate Deity,
Pleased as Man with men to dwell,
Jesus our Immanuel!

3 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,
Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings.

C. Wesley

107 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby,
In a manger for His bed.
Mary was that mother mild.
Jesus Christ her little Child.

2 He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall.
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

3 And through all His wondrous childhood
He would honour and obey.
Love and watch the lowly maiden
In whose gentle arms He lay.
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.

4 For He is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us He grew;
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us He knew;
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.

5 And our eyes at last shall see Him
Through His own redeeming love,
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.

C. F. Alexander

108 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Who is He in yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?

Tis the Lord, Oh, wondrous story!
Tis the Lord, the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all!

2 Who is He in deep distress,
Fasting in the wilderness?

3 Who is He the people bless
For His words of gentleness?

4 Who is He to whom they bring
All the sick and sorrowing?

5 Who is He who stands and weeps
At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?

6 Who is He the gathering throng
Greet with loud triumphant song?

7 Lo, at midnight who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?

8 Who is He on yonder tree
Dies in grief and agony?

9 Who is He who from the grave
Comes to succour, help and save?

10 Who is He who from His throne
Rules through all the worlds alone?

B. R. Hanby

109 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful—blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!

Seeking for me! for me!
Seeking for me! for me!
Oh, it was wonderful—blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!

2 Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree,
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?—
Dying for me, for me!

Dying for me! for me!
Dying for me! for me!
Oh, it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!

3 Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wand'ring afar from the fold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!

Calling for me! for me!
Calling for me! for me!
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!

4 Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high—
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!

Coming for me! for me!
Coming for me! for me!
Oh, I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!

N.A.

110 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | P.M.
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1 Thou didst leave Thy throne
And Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home
Was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room in my heart for Thee.

2 Heaven's arches rang
When the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth
Cam'st Thou, Lord, on earth,
And in great humility:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.

3 The foxes found rest,
And the birds their nest,
In the shade of the forest tree;
But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;
There is room in my heart for Thee.

4 Thou camest, O Lord,
With the living word
That should set Thy people free;
But, with mocking scorn
And with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary;
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
Thy cross is my only plea.

5 When heaven's arches ring,
And her choirs shall sing,
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home,
Saying: Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for theel
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When Thou comest and callest for me.

E. E. S. Elliot

111 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | C.M.
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1 There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

2 We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

5 Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved!
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

C. F. Alexander

112 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 6.6.6.6.8.8.
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1 My song is love unknown,
My Saviour's love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I,
That for my sake
My Lord should take
Frail flesh, and die?

2 He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But oh, my Friend,
My Friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend.

3 Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then "Crucify!"
Is all their breath,
And for His death
They thirst and cry.

4 They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He
To suff'ring goes,
That He His foes
From thence might free.

5 In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have
In death, no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heaven was His home:
But mine the tomb
Wherein He lay.

6 Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grieſ like Thine.
This is my Friend,
In whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend.

S. Crossman

113 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | C.M.
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1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear Cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 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.

I. Watts

114 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | L.M.
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1 We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the Cross:
The sinner's hope let men deride:
For this we count the world but loss.

2 Inscribed upon the Cross we see
In shining letters, God is love':
He bears our sins upon the tree:
He brings us mercy from above.

3 The Cross: it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens ev'ry bitter cup.

4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels theme in heaven above.

T. Kelly

115 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 6.5.6.5.
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1 Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains
Pour'd for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins.

2 Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind.

3 Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem.

4 Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.

5 Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs.

6 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.

7 Liſt ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood.

E. Caswall

116 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | P.M.
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1 "Man of Sorrows!" what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

2 Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood:
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

3 Guilty, vile, and helpless, we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He:
Full atonement,—can it be?
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

4 Lifted up was He to die,
"It is finished!" was His cry:
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

5 When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew, this song we'll sing:
"Hallelujah! what a Saviour!"

P. P. Bliss

117 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | L.M.
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1 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.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 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?

4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

I. Watts

118 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8.6.8.6.8.6
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1 0 Christ, what burdens bow'd Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.

2 Death and the curse were in our cup,
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drain'd the last dark drop—
'Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup—love drank it up;
Now blessings' draught for me.

3 Jehovah lifted up His rod,
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There's not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.

4 The tempest's awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me,
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

5 Jehovah bade His sword awake,
O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thy heart its sheath must be—
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.

6 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou'rt risen: my bands are all untied,
And now Thou liv'st in me.
When purified, made white, and tried,
Thy Glory then for me!

A. R. Cousin

119 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6
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1 Beneath the Cross of Jesus,
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock,
Within a weary land:
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

2 Oh, safe and happy shelter!
Oh, refuge tried and sweet!
Oh, trysting place where heaven's love
And heaven's justice meet.
As to the holy patriarch
That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour's Cross to me
A ladder up to heaven.

3 There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the farther side,
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide;
And there between us stands the Cross,
Two arms outstretch'd to save,
Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

4 Upon that Cross of Jesus
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One,
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess,
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.

5 I take, O Cross, Thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the Cross.

E. C. Clephane

120 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.7.7.7.
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1 Never further than Thy cross,
Never higher than Thy feet—
Here earth's precious things seem dross,
Here earth's bitter things grow sweet,

2 Gazing thus, our sin we see,
Learn Thy love while gazing thus:
Sin, which laid the cross on Thee;
Love, which bore the cross for us.

3 Here we learn to serve and give,
And, rejoicing, self deny;
Here we gather love to live;
Here we gather faith to die.

4 Symbols of our liberty
And our service here unite;
Captives, by Thy cross set free;
Soldiers of Thy cross, we fight.

5 Pressing onwards as we can,
Still to this our hearts must tend:
Where our earliest hopes began,
There our last aspirings end:

6 Till amid the hosts of light
We in Thee redeemed complete,
Through Thy cross made pure and white
Cast our crowns before Thy feet.

E. R. Charles

121 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | C.M. Ref.
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1 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.

2 Show me the tomb where Thou wast laid,
Tenderly mourned and wept:
Angels in robes of light arrayed
Guarded Thee whilst Thou slept.

3 Let me like Mary, through the gloom,
Come with a gift to Thee;
Show to me now the empty tomb,
Lead me to Calvary.

4 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.

J. E. Hussey

122 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | C.M.
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1 The Head that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His by sovereign right:
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know:

4 To them the Cross with all its shame,
With all its grace is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.

6 The Cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

T. Kelly

123 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8.7.8.7.8.7.
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1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious:
See the Man of Sorrows now;
From the fight return'd victorious,
Ev'ry knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2 Crown the Saviour! angels, crown Him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown Him, crown him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings.

3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him, crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation;
Hark! those loud triumphant chords;
Jesus takes the highest station:
Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him, crown Him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.

T. Kelly

124 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 6.5.6.4. Ref.
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1 Low in the grave He lay—
Jesus, my Saviour!
Waiting the coming day—
Jesus, my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives for ever with His saints to reign:
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

2 Vainly they watch His bed—
Jesus, my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead—
Jesus, my Lord!

3 Death cannot keep his prey—
Jesus, my Saviour!
He tore the bars away—
Jesus, my Lord!

R. Lowry

125 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | P.M.
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1 Christ is risen! Hallelujah!
Risen our victorious Head;
Sing His praises; Hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.
Gratefully our hearts adore Him,
As His light once more appears;
Bowing down in joy before Him,
Rising up from griefs and tears.

Christ is risen! Hallelujah!
Risen our victorious Head;
Sing His praises; Hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.

2 Christ is risen! all the sadness.
Of His earthly life is o'er:
Through the open gates of gladness
He returns to life once more;
Death and hell before Him bending,
He doth rise the Victor now,
Angels on His steps attending,
Glory round His wounded brow.

3 Christ is risen! henceforth never
Death nor hell shall us enthral;
We are Christ's, in Him for ever
We have triumphed over all;
All the doubting and dejection
Of our trembling hearts have ceased,
'Tis His day of resurrection;
Let us rise and keep the feast.

J. S. B. Monsell

126 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.7.7.7.
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1 Jesus Christ is risen today,
Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy day,
Hallelujah!
Who did once, upon the Cross,
Hallelujah!
Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hallelujah!

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing,
Hallelujah!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Hallelujah!
Who endured the Cross and grave,
Hallelujah!
Sinners to redeem and save.
Hallelujah!

3 But the pains which He endured,
Hallelujah!
Our salvation have procured;
~ Hallelujah!
Now above the sky He's King,
Hallelujah!
Where the angels ever sing.
"Hallelujah!"

Anon

127 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.7.7.7.D.
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1 "Christ the Lord is risen today!"
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens! and earth, reply.
Love's redeeming work is done:
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

2 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 thy victory, O grave?

3 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.

C. Wesley

128 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.8.7.8.4.
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1 Jesus lives! thy terrors now
Can, O Death, no more appal us;
Jesus lives! by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
Alleluia!

2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.
Alleluia!

3 Jesus lives! for us He died;
Then alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.
Alleluia!

4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well
Naught from us His love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.
Alleluia!

5 Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given;
May we go where He is gone,
Live and reign with Him in heaven.
Alleluia!

C. F. Gellert, Tr. F.E. Cox.

129 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | L.M.
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1 The Saviour lives no more to die;
He lives our Head, enthroned on high;
He lives triumphant o'er the grave;
He lives eternally to save.

2 He lives to still His people's fears;
He lives to wipe away their tears;
He lives their mansions to prepare;
He lives to bring them safely there.

3 He lives to bless us with His love;
He lives to plead for us above;
He lives to guide us with His eye;
He lives to grant us rich supply.

4 Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice;
Our doubts and fears forever gone,
For Christ is on the Father's throne.

5 The chief of sinners He receives;
His saints He loves, and never leaves;
He'll guard us safe from every ill,
And all His promises fulfil.

6 Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord,
And prove, what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

130 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 10.11.11.11. Ref.
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1 Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave-clothes, where Thy body lay.

Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won.

2 Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let the Church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.

3 No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;
Life is nought without Thee : aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors, through Thy deathless love,
Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

E. L. Budry, Tr. R. B. Hoyle

131 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8s.
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1 There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

In the sweet.... by-and-by.....
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.......
In the sweet..... by-and-by .........
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more—
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,
And the blessings that hallow our days.

132 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8.7.8.7.4.7.
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l Lo, He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train;
Hallelujah!
Jesus comes, and comes to reign!

2 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,
Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Those dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears;
Cause of wondering exultation
To His countless worshippers;
With what rapture
Praise we Him for all His scars!

4 When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate Him must,
confounded.
Hear the summons of that day —
Come to Judgement!
Come to Judgement, come away!

5 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air;
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!

6 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!
Oh, come quickly!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!

C. Wesley

133 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 9.10.10.7. Ref.
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1 Jesus is coming! sing the glad word!
Coming for those He redeemed by His blood,
Coming to reign as the glorified Lord!
Jesus is coming again!

Jesus is coming, is coming again!
Jesus is coming again!
Shout the glad tidings o'er mountain and plain!
Jesus is coming again!

2 Jesus is coming! the dead shall arise,
Loved ones shall meet in a joyful surprise,
Caught up together to Him in the skies,
Jesus is coming again!

3 Jesus is coming! His saints to release;
Coming to give to the warring earth peace:
Sinning, and sighing, and sorrow shall cease.
Jesus is coming again!

4 Jesus is coming! the promise is true
Who are the chosen, the faithful, the few,
Waiting and watching, prepared for review?
Jesus is coming again!

134 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 9.7.9.7. Ref.
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1 Rejoice! Rejoice! our King is coming!
And the time will not be long,
Until we hail the radiant dawning,
And lift up the glad new song.

Oh, wondrous day! oh, glorious morning,
When the Son of God shall come:
May we with lamps all trimm'd and burning
Gladly welcome His return.
Rejoice! Rejoice! our King is coming!
And the time will not be long,
Until we hail the radiant dawning,
And lift up the glad new song.

2 With joy we wait our King's returning
From His heav'nly mansions fair;
And with ten thousand saints appearing
We shall meet Him in the air.

3 Oh, may we never weary, watching,
Never lay our armour down,
Until He come, and with rejoicing
Give to each the promised crown.

I.D. Sankey

135 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 12.11.14.10. Ref.
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1 A lamp in the night, a song in time of sorrow,
A great glad hope which faith can ever borrow
To gild the passing day with the glory of the morrow,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

Blessed hope, blessed hope,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord;
How the aching heart it cheers;
How it glistens thro' our tears,
Blessed hope of the coming of the Lord.

2 A star in the sky, a beacon bright to guide us;
An anchor sure to hold when storms betide us;
A refuge for the soul, where in quiet we may hide us,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

3 A call of command, like trumpet clearly sounding,
To make us bold when evil is surrounding;
To stir the sluggish heart, and to keep in good abounding,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord.

4 A word from the One to all our hearts the dearest,
A parting word to make Him aye the nearest;
Of all His precious words, the Sweetest, brightest, clearest,
Is the hope of the coming of the Lord,

D.W. Whittle

136 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8.7.8.7. D.
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1 There's a light upon the mountains,
and the day is at the spring,
When our eyes shall see the beauty
and the glory of the King;
Weary was our heart with waiting,
and the night-watch seemed so long,
But His triumph-day is breaking,
and we hail it with a song.

2 In the fading of the starlight we
can see the coming morn;
And the lights of men are paling
in the splendours of the dawn;
For the eastern skies are glowing
as with lights of hidden fire,
And the hearts of men are stirring
with the throb of deep desire.

3 There's a hush of expectation, and
a quiet in the air;
And the breath of God is moving
in the fervent breath of prayer;
For the suff'ring, dying Jesus is
the Christ upon the throne,
And the travail of our spirits is
the travail of His own.

4 He is breaking down the barriers,
He is casting up the way;
He is calling for His angels to build
up the gates of day;
But His angels here are human,
not the shining hosts above,
For the drum-beats of His army
are the heart-beats of our love.

5 Hark! we hear a distant music,
and it comes with fuller swell;
'Tis the triumph song of Jesus,
of our King Emmanuel;
Zion, go ye forth to meet Him,
and my soul, be swift to bring
All thy sweetest and thy dearest
for the triumph of our King.

H. Burton

137 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 12.12.12.8. Ref.
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1 It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking
That Jesus will come in the fulness of glory,
To receive from the world His own.

O Lord Jesus, how long?
How long ere we shout the glad song?
Christ returneth, Hallelujah!
Hallelujah ! Amen.

2 It may be at midday, it may be at twilight,
It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,
When Jesus receives His own.

3 While hosts cry Hosanna! from heaven descending,
With glorified saints and the angels attending,
With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory,
Will Jesus receive His own.

4 Oh, joy, oh, delight! should we go without dying;
No sickness, no sadness, no dread, and no crying;
Caught up through the clouds with our Lord into glory,
When Jesus receives His own.

H.L. Turner

138 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.6.7.6.7.6.11. Ref.
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1 Our Lord is now rejected,
And by the world disowned,
By many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned;
But soon He'll come in glory!
The hour is drawing nigh,
For the crowning day is coming
By-and-by.

Oh, the crowning day is coming
Is coming by-and-by;
When our Lord shall come in power
And glory from on high.
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that's coming
By-and-by.

2 The heavens shall glow with splendour;
But brighter far than they,
The saints shall shine in glory,
As Christ shall them array;
The beauty of the Saviour
Shall dazzle every eye,
In the crowning day that's coming
By-and-by.

3 Our pain shall then be over,
We'll sin and sigh no more,
Behind us all of sorrow,
And naught but joy before:
A joy in our Redeemer,
As we to Him are nigh,
In the crowning day that's coming
By-and-by.

4 Let all that look for hasten
The coming joyful day,
By earnest consecration,
To walk the narrow way:
By gathering in the lost ones,
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that's coming
By-and-by.

El Nathan

139 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 6.6.6.6.8.8.
z139 | Back to Index

1 Rejoice, the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice:
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love:
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

3 His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

4 He sits at God's right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

5 Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

C. Wesley

140 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 7.6.7.6. D.
z140 | Back to Index

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
Love, joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth;
Before Him on the mountains
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

3 Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
To Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

4 O'er every foe victorious
He on His throne shall rest.
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever,
His changeless name of Love.

J. Montgomery

141 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | L.M.
z141 | Back to Index

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head,
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.

4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns:
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Where He displays His healing power
Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.

6 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

I. Watts

142 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord Jesus Christ | 8.7.8.8.7.7.7.7.
z142 | Back to Index

1 Thou art coming, O my Saviour,
Thou art coming, O my King,
In Thy beauty all resplendent,
In Thy glory all transcendent;
Well may we rejoice and sing;
Coming! In the op'ning east
Herald brightness slowly swells:
Coming! O my glorious Priest,
Hear we not Thy golden bells?

2 Thou art coming, Thou art coming;
We shall meet Thee on Thy way;
We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee,
We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee
All our hearts could never say;
What an anthem that will be,
Ringing out our love to Thee,
Pouring out our rapture sweet
At Thine own all glorious feet.

3 Thou art coming; at Thy table
We are witnesses for this;
While rememb'ring hearts Thou meetest
In communion clearest, sweetest,
Earnest of our coming bliss,
Showing not Thy death alone,
And Thy love exceeding great,
But Thy coming and Thy throne,
All for which we long and wait.

4 0 the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own beloved Lord!
Ev'ry tongue Thy Name confessing,
Worship, honour, glory, blessing,
Brought to Thee with one accord;
thee, my Master and my Friend,
Vindicated and enthron’'d,
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified. adored, and own'd!

F.R. Havergal

143 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord's Supper | 7.7.7.7.7.7.
z143 | Back to Index

1 "Til He come!" Oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the little while between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that "Till He come!"

2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,
Seems the world so poor and vast?
All our life-joy overcast?
Hush! be every murmur dumb,
It is only "Till He come!"

3 Clouds and darkness round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the Cross,
All that tells the world is loss,
Death, and darkness, and the tomb,
Only whisper, 'Till He come!"

4 See the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread:
Sweet memorials, till the Lord
Call us round His heavenly board;
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only "Till He come!”

Bishop Bickersteth

144 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord's Supper | 7.6.7.6. D.
z144 | Back to Index

1 On that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around combined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Saviour
"This do, remember me".
With grateful hearts responding,
We now remember Thee.

2 We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed
Of all those waves and billows,
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And, perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.

3 We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The Church's glorious Head;
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.

4 Till Thou shalt come in glory,
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
Whilst we remember Thee.

G.W. Fraser

145 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord's Supper | L.M.
z145 | Back to Index

1 With reverent hearts and spirits stilled,
Each thought a captive of the Lord,
We lift these hands which Thou hast filled,
We come to bring Thee love's reward.

2 O need'st Thou say "Remember Me"
When all we have is of Thy grace,
When life itself we take from Thee,
And have no light but in Thy face?

3 In this sweet hour, at least, each heart
Throbs with the thought of Thy great love;
Worships Thee, Lord, for all Thou art;
Breathes but Thy Name, all names above.

4 Communion deep is in this bread;
Thy broken body we discern:
We see Thee offered in our stead,
And fellowship with God we learn.

5 The precious savour of His Christ
Is His delight for ever more,
And our dire need is all sufficed
By Thee Whom now our hearts adore.

6 In worship may we be outpoured,
A freewill offering to Thee,
That Thou may'st taste our love, blest Lord,
And of Thy soul's dread travail see.

A.E. Rennix

146 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord's Supper | 10.10.10.10.
z146 | Back to Index

1 Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face:
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand the eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

6 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.

H. Bonar

147 (Songs of Zion)

The Lord's Supper | 10.10.10.10.10.10
z147 | Back to Index

1 And now, O Father, mindful of Thy love
That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's tree,
And having with us Him that pleads above,
We here present, we here spread forth to Thee
That only offering perfect in Thine eyes,
The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice.

2 Look, Father, look on His anointed face,
And only look on us as found in Him;
Look not on our misusings of Thy grace,
Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim:
For lo! Between our sins and their reward
We set the passion of Thy Son our Lord.

W. Bright

148 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | 8.6.8.4.
z148 | Back to Index

1 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;
All-powerful as the wind He came,
As viewless too.

3 He comes sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each thought, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
Oh, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee.

H. Auber

149 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | 5.5.5.11
z149 | Back to Index

1 Away with our fears,
Our troubles and tears:
The Spirit is come,
The witness of Jesus returned to His home.

2 The pledge of our Lord
To His heaven restored
Is sent from the sky
And tells us our Head is exalted on high.

3 Our Advocate there
By His blood and His prayer
The gift hath obtained,
For us He hath prayed, and the Comforter gained.

4 Our glorified Head
His Spirit hath shed,
With His people to stay,
And never again will He take Him away.

5 Our heavenly Guide
With us shall abide,
His comforts impart,
And set up His kingdom of love in the heart.

6 Then let us rejoice
In heart and in voice.
Our Leader pursue,
And shout as we travel the wilderness through.

C. Wesley

150 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | S.M.
z150 | Back to Index

1 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.

2 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure;
Until my will is one with Thine
To do and to endure.

3 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine;
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.

4 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity.

E. Hatch

151 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | C.M.
z151 | Back to Index

1 Jesus, Thine all-victorious love
Shed in my soul abroad;
Then shall my heart no longer rove,
Rooted and fix'd in God.

2 Oh, that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base desire,
And make the mountains flow.

3 Thou, who at Pentecost didst fall,
Do Thou my sins consume;
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call;
Spirit of burning, come.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through every part,
And sanctify the whole.

5 My steadfast soul, from falling free,
Shall then no longer move,
While Christ is all the world to me,
And all my heart is love.

C. Wesley

152 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | L.M.
z152 | Back to Index

1 0 Breath of God, breathe on us now,
And move within us while we pray;
The spring of our new life art Thou,
The very light of our new day.

2 Oh, strangely art Thou with us, Lord,
Neither in height nor depth to seek;
In nearness shall Thy voice be heard;
Spirit to spirit Thou dost speak.

3 Christ is our Advocate on high;
Thou art our Advocate within;
Oh, plead the truth, and make reply
To every argument of sin.

4 But ah, this faithless heart of mine!
The way I know; I know my Guide;
Forgive me, O my Friend divine,
That I so often turn aside.

5 Be with me when no other friend
The mystery of my heart can share;
And be Thou known, when fears transcend,
By Thy best name of Comforter.

A.H. Vine

153 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | 9.8.9.8.
z153 | Back to Index

1 0 Breath of Life, come sweeping through us,
Revive Thy Church with life and power;
O Breath of Life, come, cleanse, renew us
And fit Thy Church to meet this hour.

2 0 Wind of God, come bend us, break us,
Till humbly we confess our need;
Then in Thy tenderness remake us,
Revive, restore, for this we plead.

3 0 Breath of Love, come breathe within us,
Renewing thought and will and heart:
Come, Love of Christ, afresh to win us,
Revive Thy Church in ev'ry part.

4 0 Heart of Christ, once broken for us,
'Tis there we find our strength and rest;
Our broken contrite hearts now solace,
And let Thy waiting Church be blest.

5 Revive us, Lord! Is zeal abating
While harvest fields are vast and white?
Revive us, Lord, the world is waiting,
Equip Thy Church to spread the light.

B.P. Head

154 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit |
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1 0 Spirit of the living God,
In all the fulness of Thy grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

2 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.

3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light,
Confusion order in Thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

4 0 Spirit of the Lord! prepare
All the round earth her God to meet;
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat.

5 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the Cross' record;
The name of Jesus glorify
Till every kindred call Him Lord,

J. Montgomery

155 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | 8.7.8.7. D.
z155 | Back to Index

1 Come, Thou everlasting Spirit,
Bring to every thankful mind
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All His sufferings for mankind:
True Recorder of His passion,
Now the living faith impart;
Now reveal His great salvation
Unto every faithful heart.

2 Come, Thou witness of His dying;
Come, Remembrancer Divine;
Let us feel Thy power applying
Christ to every soul, and mine;
Let us groan Thine inward groaning;
Look on Him we pierced, and grieve;
All partake the grace atoning —
All the sprinkled blood receive.

3 Yes, in me, in me He dwelleth;
I in Him, and He in me!
And my empty soul He filleth,
Here and through eternity.
Thus I wait for His returning,
Singing all the way to heaven;
Such the joyous song of morning,
Such the banquet song of even.

C. Wesley

156 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | 6.5.6.5.
z156 | Back to Index

1 Jesus, stand among us,
In Thy risen power,
Let this time of worship
Be a hallow'd hour.

2 Breathe Thy Holy Spirit
Into every heart,
Bid the fears and sorrows
From each soul depart.

3 Thus with quickened footsteps
We'll pursue our way,
Watching for the dawning
Of eternal day.

W. Pennefather

157 (Songs of Zion)

The Holy Spirit | C.M.
z157 | Back to Index

1 Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire;
Let us Thine influence prove,
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of light and love.

2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by Thee
The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key,
Unseal the sacred Book.

3 Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove,
Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disordered spirits move,
And let there now be light.

4 God, through Himself, we then shall know
If Thou within us shine;
And sound, with all Thy saints below
The depths of love divine.

C. Wesley

158 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 7.6.7.6. D.
z158 | Back to Index

1 0 Word of God incarnate,
O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth unchanged, unchanging,
O Light of our dark sky,
We praise Thee for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
Shine on from age to age.

2 The Church from her dear Master
Received the gift divine,
And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine:
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of Christ, the living Word.

3 It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled;
It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world:
It is the chart and compass
That, o'er life's surging sea,
‘Mid mists and rocks and quicksands
Still guide, O Christ, to Thee.

4 0 make Thy Church, dear Saviour,
A lamp of burnished gold,
To bear before the nations
The true light as of old;
O teach Thy wandering pilgrims
By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended,
They see Thee face to face.

159 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | C.M.D.
z159 | Back to Index

1 We limit not the truth of God
To our poor reach of mind,
By notions of our day and sect,
Crude, partial and confined;
No, let a new and better hope
Within our hearts be stirred;
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.

2 Who dares to bind to his dull sense
The oracles of heaven,
For all the nations, tongues, and climes
And all the ages given!
That universe, how much unknown!
That ocean unexplored!
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.

3 Darkling our great forefathers went
The first steps of the way;
'Twas but the dawning yet to grow
Into the perfect day.
And grow it shall, our glorious Sun
More fervid rays afford:
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.

4 The valleys past, ascending still
Our souls would higher climb,
And look down from supernal heights
On all the bygone time.
Upward we press, the air is clear,
And the sphere-music heard!
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.

5 0 Father, Son, and Spirit, send
Us increase from above;
Enlarge, expand all Christian souls
To comprehend Thy love:
And make us all go on to know,
With nobler powers conferred;
The Lord hath yet more light and truth
To break forth from His Word.

G. Rawson

160 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 6.4.6.4. D.
z160 | Back to Index

1 Break Thou the bread of life,
Dear Lord, to me,
As thou didst break the loaves
Beside the sea.
Beyond the sacred page
I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee,
O Living Word!

2 Break Thou the bread of life,
O Lord, to me,
That hid within my heart
Thy Word may be;
Mould Thou each inward thought,
From self set free,
And let my steps be all
Controlled by Thee.

3 Open Thy word of Truth,
That I may see
Thy message written clear
And plain for me;
Then in sweet fellowship
Walking with Thee,
Thine image on my life
Engraved will be.

4 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,
To me, to me,
As thou didst bless the bread
By Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease,
All fetters fall;
And I shall find my peace,
My All in all !

M.A. Lathbury

161 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 8.8.9.8. Ref.
z161 | Back to Index

1 Open my eyes that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.

Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready, my God, Thy will to see
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit divine!

2 Open my ears that I may hear
Voices of truth Thou sendest clear;
And while the wave-notes fall on my ear,
Everything false will disappear.

3 Open my mouth and let me bear
Tidings of mercy everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare
Love with Thy children thus to share.

4 Open my mind that I may read
More of Thy love in word and deed;
What shall I fear while yet Thou dost lead?
Only for light from Thee I plead.

C.H. Scott and F.P. Morris

162 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 8.7.8.7.7.7.
z162 | Back to Index

1 Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,
Waiting for Thy gracious word,
Longing for Thy voice that cheereth,
Master, let it now be heard.
I am listening, Lord, for Thee;
What hast Thou to say to me?

2 Often through my heart is pealing
Many another voice than Thine,
Many an unwilled echo stealing
From the walls of this Thy shrine.
Let Thy longed-for accents fall;
Master, speak! and silence all.

3 Master, speak! though least and lowest,
Let me not unheard depart;
Master, speak! for oh, Thou knowest
All the yearning of my heart.
Knowest all its truest need:
Speak! and make me blest indeed.

4 Master, speak! and make me ready,
When Thy voice is truly heard,
With obedience glad and steady,
Still to follow every word.
I am listening, Lord, for Thee:
Master, speak, oh speak to me!

5 Speak to me by name, O Master,
Let me know it is to me;
Speak, that I may follow faster,
With a step more firm and free,
Where the Shepherd leads the flock,
In the shadow of the Rock!

F.R. Havergal

163 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 8.7.8.7.
z163 | Back to Index

1 Holy Father, Thou hast spoken
Words beyond our grasp of thought,
Words of grace and power unbroken,
With mysterious glory fraught.

2 Promise and command combining,
Doubt to chase and faith to lift, —
Self renouncing, all resigning,
We would claim this mighty gift.

3 Take us, Lord, oh, take us truly,
Mind and soul, and heart and will!
Empty us and cleanse us throughly,
Then with all Thy fulness fill.

4 Lord, we ask it, hardly knowing
What this wondrous gift may be;
Yet fulfil to overflowing,
Thy great meaning let us see.

5 Make us in Thy royal palace
Vessels worthy for the King;
From Thy fulness fill our chalice
From Thy never-failing spring.

6 Father, by this blessed filling,
Dwell Thyself in us, we pray!
We are waiting, Thou art willing!
Fill us with Thyself today!

F.R. Havergal

164 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 11.11.11.9. Ref.
z164 | Back to Index

1 Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Thro' eternal ages let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing,
standing on the promises of God my Saviour;
Standing, standing,
I'm standing on the promises of God.

2 Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

3 Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
Standing on the promises of God.

4 Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to Him eternally by love's strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the spirit's sword,
Standing on the promises of God.

5 Standing on the promises I shall not fall,
List'ning ev'ry moment to the Spirit's call,
Resting in my Saviour as my All in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

R.K. Carter

165 (Songs of Zion)

The Word of God | 6.6.9. D. Ref.
z165 | Back to Index

1 When we walk with the Lord,
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way;
While we do His good will
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey,
For there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus,
But to trust and obey.

2 Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear
Not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

3 Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay
Not a grief or a loss,
Not a frown or a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

4 But we never can prove
The delights of His love,
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favour He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

5 Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do;
Where He sends, we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.

J.H. Sammis

166 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | C.M. Ref.
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1 God loved the world of sinners lost
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full, at highest cost,
He offers free to all.

O 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love!
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above,
To die on Calvary.

2 E’en now by faith I claim Him mine,
The risen Son of God;
Redemption by His death I find,
And cleansing through the blood.

3 Love brings the glorious fulness in,
And to His saints makes known
The blessed rest from inbred sin,
Through faith in Christ alone.

4 Believing souls, rejoicing go;
There shall to you be given
A glorious foretaste, here below,
Of endless life in heaven,

5 Of victory now o'er Satan's power
Let all the ransomed sing,
And triumph in the dying hour
Through Christ, the Lord, our King.

M.M. Stockton

167 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.7.7.7. D.
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1 Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall!

Sing it o'er and o'er again:
Christ receiveth sinful men;
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

2 Come: and He will give you rest;
Trust Him: for His word is plain,
He will take the sinfulest:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

3 Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.

4 Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with Him I enter in.

E. Neumeister

168 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.6.7.6. D. Ref,
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1 Tell me the Old, Old Story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the Story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the Old, Old Story
Of Jesus and His love!

2 Tell me the Story slowly,
That I may take it in —
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the Story often,
For I forget so soon;
The "early dew" of morning
Has passed away at noon.

3 Tell me the Story softly,
With earnest tones and grave;
Remember! I'm the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that Story always,
If you would really be
In any time of trouble
A comforter to me.

4 Tell me the same Old Story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the Old, Old Story:
"Christ Jesus makes thee whole."

K. Hankey

169 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | P.M.
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1 There is life for a look at the Crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him and be saved,
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.

Look! look! look and live!
There is life for a look at the Crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee.

2 Oh, why was He there as the Bearer of sin,
If on Jesus thy guilt was not laid?
Oh, why from His side flowed the sin-cleansing blood,
If His dying thy debt has not paid?

3 It is not thy tears of repentance or prayers,
But the Blood, that atones for the soul;
On Him, then, who shed it, thou mayest ‘at once
Thy weight of iniquities roll.

4 Then doubt not thy welcome, since God has declared
There remaineth no more to be done;
That once in the end of the world He appeard,
And completed the work He begun.

5 Then take with rejoicing from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives;
And know with assurance thou never canst die,
Since Jesus, thy Righteousness, lives.

A.M. Hull

170 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.7.8.7 Ref.
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1 The Great Physician now is near,
The sympathising Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus!

Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest name on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung:
Jesus! blessed Jesus!

2 Your many sins are all forgiven;
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus!
Go on your way in peace to heaven,
And wear a crown with Jesus.

3 All glory to the risen Lamb!
I now believe in Jesus;
I love the blessed Saviour's Name,
I love the Name of Jesus.

4 His Name dispels my guilt and fear,
No other name but Jesus;
Oh, how my soul delights to hear
The precious Name of Jesus.

5 Come, brethren, help me sing His praise,
Oh, praise the Name of Jesus!
Come, sisters, all your voices raise,
Oh, bless the Name of Jesus!

6 The children too, both great and small,
Who love the Name of Jesus,
May now accept the gracious call
To work and live for Jesus,

7 And when to the bright world above
We rise to see our Jesus,
We'll sing around the throne of love
His name, the name of Jesus.

W. Huntel

171 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.3.7.3.7.7.7.3.
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1 We have heard a joyful sound,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Spread the gladness all around,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Bear the news to ev'ry land;
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward! 'tis our Lord's command:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

2 Waft it on the rolling tide,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Tell to sinners, far and wide,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Sing, ye islands of the sea!
Echo back, ye ocean caves!
Earth shall keep her jubilee:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

3 Sing above the battle's strife,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
By His death and endless life,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Sing it softly through the gloom,
When the heart for mercy craves;
Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

4 Give the winds a mighty voice,
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Let the nations now rejoice;
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Shout salvation full and free,
Every shore that ocean laves;
This our song of victory:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

P.J. Owens

172 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | C.M.
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1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved to sin no more

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

W. Cowper

173 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 9.9.9.9. Ref.
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1 Marvellous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt,
Yonder on Calvary's mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilt.

Grace, grace, God's grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God's grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

2 Sin and despair like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the Refuge, the mighty Cross.

3 Dark is the stain that we cannot hide,
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! there is flowing a crimson tide;
Whiter than snow you may be today.

4 Marvellous, infinite, matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe;
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment His grace receive?

J.H. Johnston

174 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 11.9.11.9. Ref.
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1 Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless?
Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

2 Are you walking daily by the Saviour's side?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white?
Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin,
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb!
There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean —
Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb!

E.A. Hoffman

175 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 10.9.10.8 Ref.
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1 Would you be free from your burden of sin?
There's power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you o'er evil a victory win?
There's wonderful power in the blood.

There is power, power, wonder-working power;
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder-working power,
In the precious blood of the Lamb,

2 Would you be free from your passion and pride?
There's power in the blood, power in the blood;
Come for a cleansing to Calvary's tide,
There's wonderful power in the blood.

3 Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
There's power in the blood, power in the blood;
Sin-stains are lost in its life-giving flow,
There's wonderful power in the blood.

4 Would you do service for Jesus your King?
There's power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you live daily His praises to sing?
There's wonderful power in the blood.

L.F. Jones

176 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 10.6.10.6. Ref.
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1 There is no love like the love of Jesus;
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the fold of the house of God
He has gather'd us all.

Jesus' love! precious love!
Boundless, and pure, and free;
Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul,
Jesus pleadeth with thee!

2 There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,
Fill'd with a tender love;
No throb nor throe that our hearts can know,
But He feels it above.

3 There is no eye like the eye of Jesus,
Piercing so far away;
Ne'er out of the sight of its tender light
Can the wanderer stray.

4 There is no voice like the voice of Jesus,
Tender and sweet its chime;
Like musical ring of a flowing spring
In the bright summer-time.

5 Oh, let us hark to the voice of Jesus!
Then we shall never roam;
And we shall rest on His loving breast,
In our heavenly home.

W.E. Littlewood

177 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 10.8.10.7.
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1 Jesus is tenderly calling thee home —
Calling to-day, calling to-day!
Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam,
Farther and farther away?

Calling to-day! calling to-day!
Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling to-day!

2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest —
Calling to-day, calling to-day!
Bring Him thy burden, and thou shalt be blest:
He will not turn thee away.

3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to Him now —
Waiting to-day, waiting to-day!
Come with thy sins, at His feet lowly bow;
Come, and no longer delay!

4 Jesus is pleading: oh, list to His voice ——
Hear Him to-day, hear Him to-day!
They who believe on His name shall rejoice;
Quickly arise and away!

F.J. Crosby

178 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 11.7.11.7. Ref.
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1 Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling—
Calling for you and for me;
Patiently Jesus is waiting and watching—
Watching for you and for me!

"Come home! come home!
Ye who are weary—come home!"
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling—
Calling, O sinner, "come home!"

2 Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading—
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not His mercies—
Mercies for you and for me?

3 Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing—
Passing from you and from me;
Shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming—
Coming for you and for me!

4 Oh for the wonderful love He has promised—
Promised for you and for me!
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon—
Pardon for you and for me!

W.L. Thompson

179 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4.
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1 Come, for the feast is spread;
Hark to the call!
Come to the Living Bread,
Broken for all;
Come to His "house of wine",
Low on His breast recline;
All that He hath is thine;
Come, sinner, come.

2 Come where the fountain flows—
River of life—
Healing for all thy woes,
Doubting, and strife;
Millions have been supplied,
No one was e'er denied;
Come to the crimson tide,
Come, sinner, come.

3 Come to the throne of grace,
Boldly draw near;
He who would win the race
Must tarry here;
Whate'er thy want may be
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thy only plea:
Come, Christian, come.

4 Come to the Better Land,
Pilgrim, make haste!
Earth is a foreign strand—
Wilderness waste!
Here are the harps of gold,
Here are the joys untold—
Crowns for the young and old:
Come, pilgrim, come.

5 O Jesus, we come to Thee,
Oh, take us in!
Set Thou our spirits free;
Cleanse us from sin!
Then, in yon land of light,
Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night,
Thee will we sing.

H. Burton

180 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.7.8.7. D.
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1 Once again the Gospel message
From the Saviour you have heard;
Will you heed the invitation?
Will you turn and seek the Lord?

Come believing! come believing!
Come to Jesus! look and live!
Come believing! come believing!
Come to Jesus! look and live!

2 Many summers you have wasted,
Ripened harvests you have seen;
Winter snows by spring have melted,
Yet you linger in your sin.

3 Jesus for your choice is waiting;
Tarry not : at once decide!
While the Spirit now is striving,
Yield, and seek the Saviour's side.

4 Cease of fitness to be thinking;
Do not longer try to feel;
It is trusting, and not feeling,
That will give the Spirit's seal.

5 Let your will to God be given,
Trust in Christ's atoning blood;
Look to Jesus now in heaven,
Rest on His unchanging word.

D.W. Whittle

181 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.7.8.7. D.
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1 Have you any room for Jesus,
He who bore your load of sin?
As He knocks and asks admission,
Sinner, will you let Him in?

Room for Jesus, King of glory!
Hasten now, His word obey!
Swing the heart's door widely open!
Bid Him enter while you may!

2 Room for pleasure, room for business;
But for Christ the crucified—
Not a place that He can enter
In the heart for which He died?

3 Have you any time for Jesus,
As in grace He calls again?
Oh, "TO-DAY" is "time accepted",
Tomorrow you may call in vain.

4 Room and time now give to Jesus:
Soon will pass God's day of grace;
Soon thy heart be cold and silent,
And thy Saviour's pleadings cease.

D.W. Whittle

182 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.7.7.7.7.7.
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1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy Cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgement throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

A.M. Toplady

183 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.7.7.7.
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1 Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2 I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

3 Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above;
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.

4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is love, I know, I feel;
Jesus lives, and loves me still.

5 Jesus, answer from above;
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?

6 lf I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now!

C. Wesley

184 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 7.7.11. D. Ref
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1 I was laden down with sin,
Full of wickedness within,
In the darkness of despair, regret and loss;
When I heard a gentle voice
And it made my heart rejoice:
"Come, find rest, thou heavy laden, at the cross."

At the cross, at the cross,
There my sins were all forgiven at the cross;
There my burdens rolled away,
There my night was turned to day,
There I met my blessed Saviour at the cross.

2 Now each day I go to Him
To receive new life within
And be filled with grace and power at the cross;
So that when temptations come,
All my victories may be won
On my knees in humble prayer at the cross.

3 When the way seems long and drear,
Sore depressed and full of fear,
I just stand and gaze in wonder at the cross;
When I see His pain and woe,
All for love of me I know,
Joy and strength become my portion at the cross.

4 Weary burdened soul today
Come to Jesus' side to stay;
In His blood He'll wash your sin stains all away.
You will find your life abound
When in brokenness you're found
Owning oneness with your Saviour at the cross.

185 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.5.8.5. Ref.
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1 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Saviour! Saviour!
Hear my humble cry.
And while others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

2 Let me at the throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
As I kneel in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

3 Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

4 Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me;
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?

F.J. Crosby

186 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | S.M.Ref
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1 I hear Thy welcome voice,
That calls me, Lord, to Thee,
For cleansing in Thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.

I am coming, Lord,
Coming now to Thee;
Wash me, cleanse me in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.

2 Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all, and pure.

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.

5 All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness.

L. Hartsough

187 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.8.8.6.
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1 Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.

2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt;
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind;
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.

6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.

C. Elliott

188 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 9.8.9.6.9.9.9 6
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1 Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee!

2 Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the glorious gain of Thy Cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of earth's sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life's storm and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee!

3 Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee!

4 Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!
Into the joy and light of Thy home,
Jesus, I come to Thee!
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee!

W.T. Sleeper

189 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 6.5.6.5. D.
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1 If I come to Jesus,
He will make me glad;
He will give me pleasure
When my heart is sad.

If I come to Jesus,
Happy I shall be,
He is gently calling
Little ones like me.

2 If I come to Jesus,
He will hear my prayer;
He will love me dearly,
He my sins did bear.

3 If I come to Jesus,
He will take my hand;
He will kindly lead me
To a better land.

4 There, with happy children
Robed in snowy white,
I shall see my Saviour
In that world so bright.

F.J. Crosby

190 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 6.5.6.5. D.
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1 Jesus, I will trust Thee,
Trust Thee with my soul,
Guilty, lost, and helpless,
Thou canst make me whole:
There is none in heaven
Or on earth like Thee:
Thou hast died for sinners,
Therefore, Lord, for me.

In Thy love confiding,
I will seek Thy face,
Worship and adore Thee
For Thy wondrous grace.
Jesus I will trust Thee,
Trust Thee with my soul:
Guilty, lost and helpless,
Thou canst make me whole.

2 Jesus, I must trust Thee,
Pondering Thy ways,
Full of love and mercy
All Thine earthly days:
Sinners gathered round Thee,
Lepers sought Thy face:
None too vile or loathsome
For a Saviour's grace.

3 Jesus, I can trust Thee,
Trust Thy written word,
Though Thy voice of pity
I have never heard:
When Thy Spirit teacheth,
To my taste how sweet!
Only may I hearken,
Sitting at Thy feet.

4 Jesus, I do trust Thee,
Trust without a doubt;
Whosoever cometh,
Thou wilt not cast out:
Faithful is Thy promise,
Precious is Thy blood:
These my soul's salvation,
Thou my Saviour God.

M.J. Walker

191 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | 8.5.8.3.
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1 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
Trusting only Thee;
Trusting Thee for full salvation,
Great and free.

2 I am trusting Thee for pardon,
At Thy feet I bow;
For Thy grace and tender mercy,
Trusting now.

3 I am trusting Thee for cleansing,
In the crimson flood;
Trusting Thee to make me holy,
By Thy blood.

4 I am trusting Thee to guide me,
Thou alone shalt lead,
Ev'ry day and hour supplying
All my need.

5 I am trusting Thee for power,
Thine can never fail:
Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me,
Must prevail.

6 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus:
Never let me fall:
I am trusting Thee for ever,
And for all.

F.R. Havergal

192 (Songs of Zion)

The Gospel | P.M.
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1 The Gospel bells are ringing,
Over land, from sea to sea;
Blessed news of free salvation
Do they offer you and me.
"For God so loved the world
That His only Son He gave;
Whosoe'er believeth in Him
Everlasting life shall have."

Gospel bells, ... how they ring!...
Over land, from sea to sea;
Gospel bells ... freely bring....
Blessed news to you and me.

2 The Gospel bells invite us
To a feast prepared for all;
Do not slight the invitation,
Nor reject the gracious call.
"I am the Bread of life;
Eat of Me, thou hungry soul;
Though your sins be red as crimson,
They shall be as white as wool."

3 The Gospel bells give warning,
As they sound from day to day,
Of the fate which doth await them
Who for ever will delay.
"Escape thou for thy life,
Tarry not in all the plain;
Nor behind thee look—oh, never,
Lest thou be consumed in pain."

4 The Gospel bells are joyful,
As they echo far and wide,
Bearing notes of perfect pardon,
Through a Saviour crucified.
"Good tidings of great joy
To all people do I bring;
Unto you is born a Saviour,
Which is Christ the Lord" and King.

193 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Speak to my soul, Lord Jesus,
Speak now in tender'st tone;
Whisper in loving kindness;
"Thou art not left alone".
Open my heart to hear Thee,
Quickly to hear Thy voice;
Fill Thou my soul with praises,
Let me in Thee rejoice.

Speak Thou in softest whispers,
Whispers of love to me;
"Thou shalt be always conq'ror,
Thou shalt be always free."
Speak Thou to me each day, Lord,
Always in tend'rest tone;
Let me now hear Thy whisper,
"Thou art not left alone".

2 Speak to Thy children ever,
Lead in the holy way;
Fill them with joy and gladness,
Teach them to watch and pray.
May they in consecration
Yield their whole lives to Thee;
Hasten Thy coming kingdom,
Till our dear Lord we see.

3 Speak now as in the old time
Thou didst reveal Thy will;
Let me know all my duty,
Let me Thy law fulfil.
Lead me to glorify Thee,
Help me to show Thy praise,
Gladly to do Thy bidding,
Honour Thee all my days.

194 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus loves me! this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

2 Jesus loves me! He who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.

3 Jesus loves me ! He will stay
Close beside me, all the way;
If I love Him, when I die
He will take me home on high.

195 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Full salvation! Full salvation!
Lo, the fountain Opened wide,
Streams through every land and nation
From the Saviour's wounded side.
Full salvation!
Streams an endless crimson tide.

2 Oh, the glorious revelation!
See the cleansing current flow,
Washing stains of condemnation
Whiter than the driven snow:
Full salvation!
Oh, the rapturous bliss to know.

3 Love's resistless current sweeping
All the regions deep within;
Thought, and wish, and senses keeping
Now, and every instant, clean:
Full salvation!
From the guilt and power of sin.

4 Life immortal, heaven descending,
Lo! my heart the Spirit's shrine:
God and man in oneness blending,
Oh, what fellowship is mine!
Full salvation!
Raised in Christ to life divine!

5 Care and doubting, gloom and sorrow,
Fear and shame are mine no more;
Faith knows naught of dark tomorrow,
For my Saviour goes before:
Full salvation!
Full and free for evermore!

F. Bottome

196 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding,
Ransomed souls the tidings swell;
'Tis a deep that knows no sounding—
Who its breadth or length can tell?
On its glories
Let my soul for ever dwell!

2 What from Christ His saints can sever,
Bound by everlasting bands?
Once in Him, in Him for ever,
Thus th'eternal cov'nant stands;
None shall pluck them
From the Strength of Israel's hands.

3 Heirs of God, joint heirs with Jesus,
Long ere time its course begun;
To His Name eternal praises!
Oh what wonders love hath done!
One with Jesus;
By eternal union one.

4 On such love, my soul, still ponder—
Love so great, so rich, so free!
Say, while lost in holy wonder—
Why, O Lord, such love to me?
Hallelujah!
Grace shall reign eternally.

J. Kent

197 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Rejoice in the Lord! oh, let His mercy cheer;
He sunders the bands that enthral,
Redeemed by His blood, why should we ever fear,
Since Jesus is our all in all?

If God be for us, if God be for us.
If God be for us,
Who can be against us?
Who? who? who?
Who can be against us?

2 Be strong in the Lord! rejoicing in His might,
Be loyal and true day by day;
When evils assail, be valiant for the right,
And He will be our strength and Stay.

3 Confide in His word, His promise so sure;
In Christ they are yea and amen:
Though earth pass away, they ever shall endure,
'Tis written o'er and o'er again.

4 Abide in the Lord : secure in His control,
'Tis life everlasting begun;
To pluck from His hand the weakest, trembling soul,
It never, never can be done!

G.M.J.

198 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on His hands.

2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all redeeming love,
His precious blood, to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me:
‘Forgive him, O forgive!’ they cry,
‘Nor let that ransomed sinner die!'

4 The Father hears Him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of His Son:
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for His child;
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father! cry.

C. Wesley

199 (Songs of Zion)

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1 And can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Saviour'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 quickening 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 eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

C. Wesley

200 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul's anchor may remain—
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain,
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.

2 Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste and live.

3 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss,
My sins are swallowed up in thee!
Covered is my unrighteousness,
Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
While Jesus' blood through earth and skies
Mercy, free boundless mercy! cries.

4 With faith I plunge me in this sea,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour's breast:
Away, sad doubt and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that's written there.

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head,
Though strength, and health, and friends be gone,
Though joys be withered all and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn,
On this my steadfast soul relies—
Father, Thy mercy never dies!

6 Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away:
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

A. Rothe,
Tr. John Wesley.

201 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness seems to veil His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In ev'ry high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the vail.

3 His oath, His covenant, and blood,
Support me in the 'whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

4 And when I hear the trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before His throne.

E. Mote

202 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, by Thee, absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

3 Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which at the mercy-seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.

4 Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.

5 When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived and died for me.

6 O let the dead now hear Thy voice,
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice,
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness!

Von Zinzendorf,
Tr. John Wesley.

203 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood;
I see the mighty sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.

2 'Tis everlasting peace,
Sure as Jehovah's name;
'Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.

3 The clouds may go and come,
And storms may sweep my sky,
This blood-sealed friendship changes not,
The Cross is ever nigh.

4 My love is oft-times low,
My joy still ebbs and flows,
But peace with Him remains the same—
No change Jehovah knows.

5 I change, He changes not,
The Christ can never die;
His love, not mine, the resting place,
His truth, not mine, the tie.

H. Bonar

204 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea;
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.

2 My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart;
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

3 When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.

4 Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

5 Behold Him there, the risen Lamb!
My perfect, spotless Righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace.

6 One with Himself, I cannot die;
My soul is purchased by His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God.

C.L. Bancroft

205 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend,
We hide ourselves in Thee:
God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood,
It is our only plea.

2 He hears Thy precious name,
We claim it as our own:
The Father must accept and bless
His well-beloved Son.

3 He sees Thy spotless robe,
It covers all our sin;
The golden gates have welcomed thee,
And we may enter in.

4 Thou hast fulfilled the law,
And we are justified:
Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;
We live, for Thou hast died.

5 Jesus, the sinner's Friend!
We cannot speak Thy praise;
No mortal voice can sing the song
That ransomed hearts would raise.

6 But when before the throne,
Upon the glassy sea,
Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,
We stand complete in Thee:

7 Jesus, we'll give Thee then
Such praises as are meet,
And cast ten thousand golden crowns,
Adoring, at Thy feet.

Mrs. Pennefather

206 (Songs of Zion)

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1 His be the Victor's name,
Who fought our fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honour claim;
Their conquest was His own.
Through weakness and defeat,
He won the meed and crown;
Trod all our foes beneath His feet,
In being trodden down.

2 He hell in hell laid low:
Made sin, He sin o'erthrew;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death, by dying slew.
What though the accuser roar
Of ills that I have done;
I know them well and thousands more;
Jehovah findeth none.

3 Sin, Satan, Death, press near,
To harass and appal;
Let but my Advocate appear,
Backward they go, and fall.
Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground
Along Immanuel's way.

4 I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus' conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace,
Right onward to my rest.
Bless, bless the Conqueror slain!
Slain by divine decree!
Who lived, who died, who lives again,
For thee, His Church, for thee!

S.W. Gandy

207 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain:

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.

I. Watts

208 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Shed on Calvary;
Shed for rebels, shed for sinners,
Shed for me.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Ever flowing free;
Oh, believe it; oh, receive it,
'Tis for thee.

2 Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
All the price is paid!
Perfect pardon now is offered,
Peace is made.
Though thy sins are red like crimson,
Deep in scarlet glow,
Jesus' precious blood can make them
White as snow.

3 Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
God's beloved Son,
Telling that the work is finished;
All is done.
Now the holiest with boldness
We may enter in;
For the open fountain cleanseth
From all sin.

4 Precious blood, by this we conquer
In the fiercest fight,
Sin and Satan overcoming
By its might.
Precious blood, whose full atonement
Makes us nigh to God;
Precious blood, our way to glory,
Praise and laud!

F.R. Havergal

209 (Songs of Zion)

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1 What can wash away my stain?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

Oh, precious is the flow,
That makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

2 For my cleansing this I see —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
For my pardon this my plea —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

3 Nothing can for sin atone —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Naught of good that I have done —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

4 This is all my hope and peace —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
This is all my righteousness —
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!

R. Lowry

210 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me, and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast".
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give
The living water : thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live".
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived.
And now I live in Him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise.
And all thy day be bright".
I look'd to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that Light of life I'll walk
Till trav'lling days are done.

H. Bonar

211 (Songs of Zion)

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1 In tenderness He sought me,
Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders brought me
Back to His fold again;
While angels in His presence sang,
Until the courts of heaven rang.

Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!

2 He wash'd the bleeding sin-wounds,
And pour'd in oil and wine;
He whisper'd to assure me,
"I've found thee, thou art Mine",
I never heard a sweeter voice,
It made my aching heart rejoice.

3 He pointed to the nail-prints,
For me His blood was shed;
A mocking crown so thorny
Was placed upon His head:
I wonder'd what He saw in me
To suffer such deep agony.

4 I'm sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.

5 So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest;
I'm waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call us to His side,
To be with Him, His spotless bride.

W. Spencer Walton

212 (Songs of Zion)

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1 In loving kindness Jesus came,
My soul in mercy to reclaim,
And from the depths of sin and shame
Through grace He lifted me.

From sinking sand He lifted me;
With tender hand He lifted me;
From shades of night to plains of light,
Oh, praise His name, He lifted me!

2 He called me long before I heard,
Before my sinful heart was stirred;
But when I took Him at His word,
Forgiven He lifted me.

3 His brow was pierced with many a thorn,
His hands by cruel nails were torn,
When from my guilt and grief, forlorn,
In love He lifted me.

4 Now on a higher plane I dwell,
And with my soul I know 'tis well;
Yet how or why, I cannot tell,
He should have lifted me.

C.H. Gabriel

213 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory,
For the cross on Calvary.

Yes I'll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.

2 I was lost ; but Jesus found me—
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.

3 I was bruised: but Jesus healed me—
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me:
But He freed me from them all.

4 Days of darkness still come o'er me;
Sorrow's paths I often tread;
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I'm safely led.

5 He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He'll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.

F.H. Rawley

214 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure
Sung by flaming tongues above;
O the vast, the boundless treasure
Of my Lord's unchanging love!

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3 O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Take my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

R. Robinson

215 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me;
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come:
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

5 Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall posses within the vail
A life of joy and peace.

6 When we've been there a thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.

J. Newton

216 (Songs of Zion)

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1 What a wonderful change in my life has been wrought
Since Jesus came into my heart!
I have light in my soul for which long I had sought,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

Since Jesus came into my heart,
Since Jesus came into my heart,
Floods of joy o'er my soul
like the sea billows roll,
Since Jesus came into my heart.

2 I have ceased from my wand'ring and going astray,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And my sins which were many are all washed away
Since Jesus came into my heart!

3 I'm possessed of a hope that is steadfast and sure,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And no dark clouds of doubt now my pathway obscure,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

4 There's a light in the valley of Death now for me,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And the gates of the City beyond I can see,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

5 I shall go there to dwell in that City I know,
Since Jesus came into my heart!
And I'm happy, so happy as onward I go,
Since Jesus came into my heart!

R.H. McDaniel

217 (Songs of Zion)

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1 The love that Jesus had for me,
To suffer on the cruel tree,
That I a ransomed soul might be,
Is more than tongue can tell!

His love is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell!
The love that Jesus had for me
Is more than tongue can tell!

2 The bitter sorrow that He bore;
And oh, that crown of thorns He wore,
That I might live for evermore,
Is more than tongue can tell!

3 The peace I have in Him, my Lord,
Who pleads before the throne of God,
The merit of His precious blood,
Is more than tongue can tell!

4 The joy that comes when He is near,
The rest He gives, so free from fear,
The hope in Him, so bright and clear,
Is more than tongue can tell!

J.E. Hall

218 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Will your anchor hold in the storms of life?
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife;
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll;
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love!

2 Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear?
When the breakers roar and the reef is near;
While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow,
Shall the angry waves then your bark o'erflow?

3 Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill your latest breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail,
While your anchor holds within the veil.

4 Will your eyes behold through the morning light
The city of gold, and the harbour bright?
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore,
When life's storms are past for evermore?

P.J. Owens

219 (Songs of Zion)

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1 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!"

It is well with my soul!
It is well, it is well with my soul!

2 Though Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come;
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

3 My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

4 For me, be it Christ, be it Christ, hence to live;
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

5 But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming, we wait;
The sky, not the grave, is our goal:
Oh, trump of the Angel ! oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope ! blessed rest of my soul!

H.G. Spafford

220 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found,
And found in Thee alone,
The peace, the joy I sought so long,
The bliss till now unknown.

Now none but Christ can satisfy,
None other name for me;
There's love and life and lasting joy,
Lord Jesus, found in Thee.

2 I sighed for rest and happiness
I yearned for them, not Thee;
But while I passed my Saviour by,
His love laid hold on me.

3 I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,
But, ah, the waters failed!
E'en as I stooped to drink they fled,
And mocked me as I wailed.

4 The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,
But never wept for Thee,
Till grace the sightless eyes received,
Thy loveliness to see.

B.E.

221 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine:
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine;
Heir of salvation, purchase of God;
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long.

2 Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture burst on my sight;
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

3 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.

F.J. Crosby

222 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O happy day that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus wash'd my sins away!
He teaches me to watch and pray;
And live rejoicing ev'ry day.
Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus wash'd my sins away!

2 O happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done,
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice divine.

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Nor ever from Thy Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.

5 High Heaven, that heard that solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear;
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

P. Doddridge

223 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Naught have I gotten but what I received;
Grace hath bestow'd it since I have believed;
Boasting excluded, pride I abase;
I'm only a sinner, saved by grace.

Only a sinner saved by grace!
Only a sinner saved by grace!
This is my story - to God be the glory -
I'm only a sinner saved by grace!

2 Once I was foolish, and sin ruled my heart,
Causing my footsteps from God to depart;
Jesus hath found me, happy my case
I now am a sinner, saved by grace!

3 Tears unavailing, no merit had I;
Mercy had saved me, or else I must die;
Sin had alarmed me, fearing God's face;
But now I'm a sinner, saved by grace.

4 Suffer a sinner whose heart overflows,
Loving his Saviour, to tell what he knows;
Once more to tell it, would I embrace—
I'm only a sinner, saved by grace.

J.M. Gray

224 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Precious Saviour, Thou hast saved me;
Thine, and only Thine, I am;
Oh, the cleansing blood hath reach'd me!
Glory, glory to the Lamb.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, to the Lamb!
Oh, the cleansing blood has reach'd me!
Glory, glory to the Lamb!

2 Long my yearning heart was striving
To obtain this precious rest;
But, when all my struggles ended,
Simply trusting, I was blessed.

3 Consecrated to Thy service,
I will live and die to Thee;
I will witness to Thy glory,
Of salvation, full and free.

4 Yes, I will stand up for Jesus,
He has sweetly saved my soul,
Cleansed my soul from sin's corruption,
Sanctified, and made me whole.

5 Glory to the Lord who bought me,
Glory for His saving power;
Glory to the Lord who keeps me,
Glory, glory evermore!

L.M. Rouse

225 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,
I want Thee for ever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

2 Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,
Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain;
To get this blest cleansing I all things forego—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

3 Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,
And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself and whatever I know—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

4 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet;
By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

5 Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now, and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst No—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

J. Nicholson

226 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Search me, O God! my actions try,
And let my life appear
As seen by Thine all-searching eye,
To mine my ways make clear.

2 Search all my sense, and know my heart
Who only canst make known,
And let the deep, the hidden part
To me be fully shown.

3 Throw light into the darkened cells,
Where passion reigns within;
Quicken my conscience till it feels
The loathsomeness of sin.

4 Search all my thoughts, the secret springs,
The motives that control;
The chambers where polluted things
Hold empire o'er the soul.

5 Search, till Thy fiery glance has cast
Its holy light through all,
And I by grace am brought at last
Before Thy face to fall.

6 Thus prostrate I shall learn of Thee,
What now I feebly prove,
That God alone in Christ can be
Unutterable love.

F. Bottome

227 (Songs of Zion)

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1 My stubborn will at last hath yielded;
I would be Thine, and Thine alone;
And this the prayer my lips are bringing:
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee;
Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

2 I'm tired of sin, footsore and weary,
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light hath risen to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.

3 Thy precious will, O conquering Saviour,
Doth now embrace and compass me;
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul, a prisoned bird, set free.

4 Shut in with Thee, O Lord, for ever,
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What pow'r from Thee my soul can sever?
The centre of God's will my home.

C.H. Morris

228 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Make me a captive, Lord,
And then I shall be free;
Force me to render up my sword,
And I shall conq'ror be.
I sink in life's alarms
When by myself I stand;
Imprison me within Thine arms,
And strong shall be my hand.

2 My heart is weak and poor
Until it master find:
It has no spring of action sure,
It varies with the wind:
It cannot freely move
Till Thou hast wrought its chain;
Enslave it with Thy matchless love,
And deathless it shall reign.

3 My power is faint and low
Till I have learned to serve:
It wants the needed fire to glow,
It wants the breeze to nerve ;
It cannot drive the world
Until itself be driven;
Its flag can only be unfurled
When Thou shalt breathe from heaven.

4 My will is not my own
Till Thou hast made it Thine;
If it would reach a monarch's throne
It must its crown resign:
It only stands unbent
Amid the clashing strife,
When on Thy bosom it has leant,
And found in Thee its life.

G. Matheson

229 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Not my own; but saved by Jesus,
Who redeem'd me by His blood;
Gladly I accept the message,
I belong to Christ the Lord.

Not my own, not my own,
Jesus I belong to Thee!
All I have, and all I hope for,
Thine for all eternity.

2 Not my own; to Christ my Saviour
I, believing, trust my soul,
Ev'rything to Him committed,
While eternal ages roll.

3 Not my own; my time, my talents
Freely all to Christ I bring,
To be used in joyful service
For the glory of my King.

4 Not my own; the Lord accepts me,
One among the ransomed throng,
Who in heav'n shall see His glory,
And to Jesus Christ belong.

D.W. Whittle

230 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the Cross where Thou hast died:
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

2 Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the power of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

3 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend.

4 There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

F. Crosby

23l (Songs of Zion)

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1 I lift my heart to Thee,
Saviour divine,
For Thou art all to me,
And I am Thine:
Is there on earth a closer bond than this,
That my Beloved's mine, and I am His?

2 Thine am I by all ties;
But chiefly Thine,
That through Thy sacrifice
Thou, Lord art mine:
By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly wound
Around me, I to Thee am closely bound.

3 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb,
I all things owe:
All that I have and am,
And all I know:
All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not my own: Lord, I am Thine.

4 How can I, Lord, withhold
Life's brightest hour
From Thee; or gathered gold,
Or any power?
Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee,
When Thou hast given Thine own dear self for me?

5 I pray Thee, Saviour, keep
Me in Thy love,
Until death's hallowed sleep
Shall me remove
To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o’er,
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore.

C.E. Mudie

232 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Thy mighty Love, O God, constraineth me,
As some strong tide it presseth on its way,
Seeking a channel in my self-bound soul,
Yearning to sweep all barriers away.

2 Shall I not yield to that constraining power?
Shall I not say, O tide of Love, flow in?
My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me,
Life cannot be as it hath hither been.

3 Break through my nature, mighty, heavenly Love,
Clear every avenue of thought and brain,
Flood my affections, purify my will,
Let nothing but Thine own pure life remain.

4 Thus wholly mastered and possessed by God,
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free,
Shall flow a stream of tenderness and grace,
Loving, because God loved, eternally.

E.M. Grimes

233 (Songs of Zion)

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1 O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee:
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow,
May richer, fuller be.

2 O Light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

3 O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

4 O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

G. Matheson

234 (Songs of Zion)

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1 In full and glad surrender,
I give myself to Thee,
Thine utterly and only
And evermore to be.

2 O Son of God, who lov’st me,
I will be Thine alone;
And all I have and am, Lord,
Shall henceforth be Thine own!

3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus;
Oh, make my heart Thy throne;
It shall be Thine, dear Saviour,
It shall be Thine alone.

4 Oh, come and reign, Lord Jesus;
Rule over everything!
And keep me always loyal,
And true to Thee, my King.

F.R. Havergal

235 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.

2 Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.

3 I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might:
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright.

4 The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine; so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.

9 Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.

6 Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health:
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.

7 Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom and my all.

H. Bonar

236 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

2 Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

3 Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

4 Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect, and use
Ev'ry power as Thou shalt choose.

5 Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine,
Take my heart; it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

6 Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store,
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

F.R. Havergal

237 (Songs of Zion)

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1 All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
All my being's ransomed powers;
All my thoughts and words and doings,
All my days and all my hours.

2 Let my hands perform His bidding;
Let my feet run in His ways;
Let mine eyes see Jesus only;
Let my lips speak forth His praise.

3 Worldlings prize their gems of beauty;
Cling to gilded toys of dust;
Boast of wealth, and fame, and pleasure;
Only Jesus will I trust.

4 Since mine eyes were fixed on Jesus,
I've lost sight of all beside;
So enchained my spirit's vision,
Looking at the Crucified.

5 Oh, what wonder! how amazing!
Jesus, glorious King of kings,
Deigns to call me His beloved
Lets me rest beneath His wings.

Mary D. James

238 (Songs of Zion)

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1 All to Jesus I surrender,
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

I surrender all, I surrender all;
All to Thee, my blessed Saviour,
I surrender all.

2 All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow;
Worldly pleasures all forsaken —
Take me, Jesus, take me now.

3 All to Jesus I surrender,
Make me, Saviour, wholly Thine;
Let the Holy Spirit witness
I am Thine and Thou art mine.

4 All to Jesus I surrender:
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessing rest on me.

5 All to Jesus I surrender:
Now I feel the sacred flame;
Oh the joy of full salvation!
Glory, glory to His name!

J.W. Van de Venter

239 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Rivers of living water,
Rivers that flow from the throne.
Rivers o'erflowing with blessing,
Coming from Jesus alone.

Rivers of living water,
Rivers of life so free,
Flowing from Thee my Saviour —
Send now the rivers through me.

2 Whoso is thirsty come hither,
Here is abundant supply;
Water transparent as crystal,
Come without money and buy.

3 Cleanse me, oh, cleanse me, my Saviour,
Make me a channel to-day;
Empty me, fill me and use me,
Teach me to trust and obey!

4 Then, and then only, Lord Jesus,
Through me the rivers can flow:
Thus and thus only will others
Learn Thy great fulness to know.

5 Now I surrender to Jesus,
Here I lay at His feet;
Anything, anywhere only
Just for His service made meet!

G.R.H. Wood

240 (Songs of Zion)

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l Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
Oh height, Oh depth of love!
Thou one with us on Calvary,
We one with Thee above.

2 Such was Thy grace that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down,
With us of flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine
Confessed and borne by Thee,
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy members free.

4 Ascended now, in glory bright,
Head of the Church Thou art;
Nor life nor death, nor depth nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

5 Oh teach us, Lord, to know and own
This wondrous mystery,
That Thou in heaven with us art one,
And we are one with Thee.

6 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That Thou with us art one.

J.G. Deck

241 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Heir of a mighty King, heir to a throne,
Why art thou wandering sad and alone?
Heir to the love of God, heir to His grace,
Rise to thy privilege, claiming thy place.

Heirs! we are joint-heirs with Jesus our Lord;
Heirs of the covenant found in His Word!
Rise to thy privilege, heir to His grace!
Heir to the love of God, rise, claim thy place.

2 Heir of a Conqueror, why dost thou fear?
Foes cannot trouble thee when He is near;
Child of the promises, be not oppressed,
Claim what belongs to thee, find sweetest rest.

3 Heir of the King of kings, never repine,
Talk not of poverty, riches are thine;
Heir of the Holy One, canst thou not see
Treasures unbounded are waiting for thee?

4 Heir by inheritance! child of thy God!
Right to thy sonship is found in His Word;
Walk with the noble ones, never alone;
Prince of the Royal Blood come to thy throne.

M.B. Wingate

242 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Buried with Christ, and raised with Him too;
What is there left for me to do?
Simply to cease from struggling and strife,
Simply to walk in newness of life.
Glory be to God.

2 Risen with Christ, my glorious Head,
Holiness now the pathway I tread,
Beautiful thought, while walking therein:
He that is dead is freed from sin.
Glory be to God.

3 Living with Christ, who dieth no more,
Following Christ, who goeth before;
I am from bondage utterly freed,
Reckoning self as dead indeed.
Glory be to God.

4 Living for Christ, my members I yield,
Servants of God, for evermore sealed,
Not under law, I'm now under grace,
Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place.
Glory be to God.

5 Growing in Christ; no more shall be named
Things of which now I'm truly ashamed,
Fruit unto holiness will I bear,
Life evermore, the end I shall share.
Glory be to God.

T. Ryder

243 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Life out of death —
Dear Master, is it spoken
Of the life here, or in the better land?
Nay, wherefore wait? the vessel marred and broken
Shall now be moulded by the Potter's hand.

2 Life out of death —
Oh, wondrous resurrection!
Seed sown in conscious weakness, raised in power,
Thy life lived out in days of toil and friction,
"Not I, but Christ" in me — from hour to hour.

3 Life out of death —
A pilgrim path and lonely,
Trodden by those who glory in the Cross;
They live in fellowship with "Jesus only"
And for His sake count earthly gain but loss.

4 Life out of death —
Blest mission to be ever
Bearing the living water, brimming o'er
With life abundant from the clear, pure river,
Telling that thirsty souls need thirst no more.

M.C.

244 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast shown,
And I begin to see,
What Thou canst be to all Thine own,
What they may be to Thee;
If only they will yield Thee all,
And trustingly obey Thy call.

2 How wonderful! I never knew
That I might trust Thee so;
That Thou wouldst be so much to me,
In all the way I go,
That every need Thou wouldst supply,
And all my longings satisfy.

3 I take Thee as my keeper now,
And I commit to Thee
My soul, my way, my works, my cause,
In Thy sole charge to be;
And my deposit, Thou, I know
Wilt guard secure from ev'ry foe.

4 I take Thee for my peace, O Lord,
My heart to keep and fill,
Thine own great calm, amid earth's storms
Shall keep me always still,
And as Thy kingdom doth increase,
So shall Thine ever-deep'ning peace.

5 I take Thee as my wisdom too,
For wisdom's sum Thou art;
Thou, who dost choose the foolish things,
Set me henceforth apart,
That I may speak and work for Thee
As Thou shalt work and speak in me.

6 I take Thee, Lord, to be my All,
Since all Thou art is mine,
I nothing have, and nothing am;
That nothing, Lord is Thine.
Thou shalt be everything to me,
In all things my sufficiency.

A.W. Marston

245 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Once it was the blessing,
Now it is the Lord;
Once it was the feeling,
Now it is His word;
Once His gifts I wanted,
Now the Giver own;
Once I sought for healing,
Now Himself alone.

All in all for ever,
Jesus will I sing;
Everything in Jesus,
And Jesus everything.

2 Once 'twas painful trying,
Now 'tis perfect trust;
Once a half Salvation,
Now the uttermost;
Once 'twas ceaseless holding,
Now He holds me fast;
Once 'twas constant drifting,
Now my anchor's cast.

3 Once 'twas busy planning,
Now 'tis trustful prayer;
Once 'twas anxious caring,
Now He has the care:
Once 'twas what I wanted,
Now what Jesus says;
Once 'twas constant asking,
Now, 'tis ceaseless praise.

4 Once it was my working,
His it hence shall be;
Once I tried to use Him,
Now He uses me;
Once the power I wanted,
Now the Mighty One;
Once for self I laboured,
Now for Him alone.

5 Once I hoped in Jesus,
Now I know He's mine;
Once my lamps were dying,
Now they brightly shine;
Once for death I waited,
Now, His coming hail;
And my hopes are anchored
Safe within the veil.

A.B. Simpson

246 (Songs of Zion)

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1 Saviour, I by faith am touching
Thee, the source of every good;
Virtue now, by faith am claiming,
Through the cleansing of Thy blood.

Touching Thee, new life is flowing
By the Spirit's burning flame;
Cleansing, purging, spirit-filling,
Glory to Thy Holy Name!

2 Touching Thee in faith, I promise,
By Thine own unfailing aid,
Prompt obedience, instant service,
When and where it should be paid.

2 Touching now Thine outstretched sceptre,
O most mighty King of kings;
Of Thy fulness now receiving,
High I mount on eagle wings.

4 Grace and virtue, strength and wisdom,
All my need, by Thee supplied,
Keep me touching, keep me claiming.
Keep me ever at Thy side.

B. Fennel

247 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew Him;
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus He bound me to Him;
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which nought can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
For ever and for ever.

2 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life;
But His own self He gave me;
Naught that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever.

3 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
All power to Him is given,
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring me safe to heaven.
Th' eternal glories gleam afar,
To nerve my faint endeavour:
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then, to rest for ever!

4 I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend!
So kind and true and tender,
So wise a Counsellor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender:
From Him, who loves me now so well,
What power my soul can sever?
Shall life, or death, or earth, or hell?
No; I am His for ever.

J.G. Small

248 (Songs of Zion)

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1 I've found a friend in Jesus,
He's everything to me;
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!
The "Lily of the Valley",
In Him alone I see—
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole;
In sorrow He's my comfort,
In trouble He's my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll:
He's the "Lily of the Valley",
The "Bright and Morning Star";
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!

*In sorrow He's my comfort,
In trouble He's my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll:
He's the "Lily of the Valley",
The "Bright and Morning Star",
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul!