Hymns

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Hymns we sing at FBF

Hymns from our hymnbook

DOXOLOGY
Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

O WORSHIP THE KING (HYMN 1)
O worship the King, all glorious above,
And gratefully sing His pow’r and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

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.

LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVES EXCELLING (HYMN 2) by Charles Wesley
Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit,
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit;
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its Beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return and never,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be.
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

COME, THOU ALMIGHTY KING (Hymn 6)
Come, thou almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing, help us to praise:
Father all-glorious, o’er all victorious,
Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days.

Come, thou incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword, our prayer attend:
Come and thy people bless and give thy word success—
Spirit of holiness, on us descend.

Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear in this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art, now rule in ev’ry heart,
And ne’er from us depart, Spirit of pow’r.

To the great One in Three
Eternal praises be, hence evermore:
His sov’reign majesty may we in glory see,
And to eternity love and adore.

ALL PEOPLE THAT ON EARTH DO DWELL (HYMN 8) Psalm 100, versified by William Kethe
All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forthtell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

Know that the Lord is good indeed:
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

ORIGINAL WORDS
OUR GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST (HYMN 10) by Isaac Watts, from Psalm 90
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

HYMNBOOK VERSION
O GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST (HYMN 10) by Isaac Watts, from Psalm 90
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home,

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure!
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while life shall last,
And our eternal home.

PRAISE YE THE LORD (Hymn 13)
Praise ye the Lord, the almighty, the king of creation!
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to his temple draw near,
Joining in glad adoration!

Praise ye the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise ye the Lord, who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee,
Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee;
How oft in grief hath not he brought thee relief,
Spreading his wings for to shade thee!

Praise ye the Lord! O let all that is in us adore him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him!
Let the Amen sound from his people again:
Gladly forever adore him!

BRETHREN, WE HAVE MET TO WORSHIP (HYMN 15) by George Atkins, 1819
Brethren, we have met to worship
and adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
while we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit
of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
will be showered all around.

Brethren, see poor sinners round you slumbering on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving—
can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers and our mothers,
and our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray and holy manna
will be showered all around.

Sisters, will you join and help us?
Moses’ sister aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners
who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Savior,
tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
will be showered all around.

Let us love our God supremely,
let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
till our God makes all things new.
Then He’ll call us home to Heaven,
at His table we’ll sit down;
Christ will gird Himself and serve us
with sweet manna all around.

COME, THOU FOUNT (HYMN 17)
Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet
sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise mine 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
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee:
Prone to wander—Lord, I feel it—
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart—O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

NOW THANK WE ALL OUR GOD (HYMN 18)
Now thank we all our God with hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done, in whom His world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.

O may this bounteous god through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed,
And free us from all ills in this world and the next.

All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given,
The Son and Him who reigns with Them in highest heaven—
The one eternal God whom earth and heav’n adore—
For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.

HYMNBOOK VERSION:
THE GOD OF ABRAHAM PRAISE (HYMN 19 )
The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days, and God of love.
Jehovah, great I AM, by earth and heav’n confessed,
I bow and bless the sacred Name, forever blest.

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 pow’r,
And Him my only portion make, my shield and tow’r.

He by Himself hath sworn—I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagles’ wings up-borne, to heav’n ascend.
I shall behold His face, I shall His pow’r adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace, forever more.

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 heav’nly lays;
All might and majesty are Thine, and endless praise.

PETER RAGONESI VERSION:
THE GOD OF ABRAHAM PRAISE (HYMN 19)
The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days, and God of love.
To him uplift your voice, at whose supreme command
From earth we rise and seek the joys at His right hand.

He by Himself hath sworn—I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagle wings upborne, to heav’n ascend.
I shall behold His face, I shall His pow’r adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace, forevermore.

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, He ever reigns.

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:
Eternal father, great I am, we worship Thee!”

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 tow’r.

WE PRAISE THEE, O GOD OUR REDEEMER (HYMN 20) by Ju­lia B. Co­ry, 1902
We praise Thee, O God, our Redeemer, Creator,
In grateful devotion our tribute we bring;
We lay it before Thee, we kneel and adore Thee,
We bless Thy holy Name, glad praises we sing.

We worship Thee, God of our fathers, we bless Thee;
Through life’s storm and tempest our guide hast Thou been;
When perils overtake us, escape Thou wilt make us,
And with Thy help, O Lord, our battles we win.

With voices united our praises we offer,
To Thee, great Jehovah, glad anthems we raise.
Thy strong arm will guide us, our God is beside us,
To Thee, our great Redeemer, forever be praise!

EXTRA STANZA FOR USE AT CHRISTMAS:
Thy love Thou didst show us, Thine only Son sending,
Who came as a Babe and Whose bed was a stall.
His blest life He gave us and then died to save us;
We praise Thee, O Lord, for Thy gift to us all.

WE GATHER TOGETHER (HYMN .21), Netherlands, before 1625
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

ANCIENT OF DAYS (HYMN 22) by William C. Doane, 1886
Ancient of Days, who sittest throned in glory,
To Thee all knees are bent, all voices pray;
Thy love has blessed the wide world’s wondrous story
With light and life since Eden’s dawning day.

O Holy Father, who hast led Thy children
In all the ages, with the fire and cloud,
Through seas dry-shod, through weary wastes bewildering;
To Thee, in rev’rent love, our hearts are bowed.

O Holy Jesus, Prince of Peace and Savior,
To Thee we owe the peace that still prevails,
Stilling the rude wills of men’s wild behavior,
And calming passion’s fierce and stormy gales.

O Holy Ghost, the Lord and the Lifegiver,
Thine is the quickening power that gives increase;
From Thee have flowed, as from a pleasant river,
Our plenty, wealth, prosperity, and peace.

O Triune God, with heart and voice adoring,
Praise we the goodness that doth crown our days;
Pray we that Thou wilt hear us, still imploring
Thy love and favor, kept to us always.

HYMNBOOK VERSION
COME, WE THAT LOVE THE LORD (HYMN 23) by Isaac Watts, 1707
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King,
May speak their joys abroad.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

ORIGINAL WORDS (Tune Lowry)
COME, WE THAT LOVE THE LORD by Isaac Watts, 1707
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne,
And thus surround the throne.

We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
Religion never was designed,
To make our pleasures less,
To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King,
But favorites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad,
May speak their joys abroad.

The God that rules on high,
And thunders when He please,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas,
And manages the seas.

This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He will send down his heav’nly powers,
He will send down his heav’nly powers,
To carry us above,
To carry us above.

There we shall see His face,
And never, never sin!
There, from the rivers of His grace,
There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Yea, and before we rise,
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create,
Should constant joys create.

The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below.
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow,
From faith and hope may grow.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets,
Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high,
To fairer worlds on high.

REJOICE YE PURE IN HEART (HYMN 26)
Rejoice, ye pure in heart,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing!
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your king.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing!

Bright youth and snow-crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free exulting song,
God’s wondrous praises speak!
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing!

With voice as full and strong
As ocean’s surging praise,
Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
The psalms of ancient days:
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing!

With all the angel choirs.
With all the saints on earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth.
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing!

Still lift your standard high,
Still march in firm array.
As warriors through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day:
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing!

I SING THE MIGHTY POWER OF GOD (HYMN 27)
I sing the mighty power of God that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule by day;
The moon shines full at his command, and all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord that filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are displayed where’er I turn my eye:
If I survey the ground I tread or gaze upon the sky.

There’s not a plant or flow’r below but makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow by order from thy throne.
While all that borrows life from thee is ever in thy care,
And ev’rywhere that man can be, thou, God, art present there.

ALL CREATURES OF OUR GOD AND KING (HYMN 31)
by Francis of Assisi, ca. 1225
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam!

O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!

Dear mother earth, who day by day
Unfoldest blessings on our way,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
Let them His glory also show.

And all ye men of tender heart,
Forgiving others, take your part,
O sing ye! Alleluia!
Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
Praise God and on Him cast your care!

Let all things their Creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One!

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia, Alleluia! Alleluia, Alleluia! Alleluia!

ALL CREATURES OF OUR GOD AND KING (HYMN 31, Alternate version)
All creatures of our God and King,
Lift up your voice and with us sing. O praise Him, alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam,
O praise Him, O praise Him, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
Ye clouds that sail in heav’n along,
O praise Him, alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
O praise Him, O praise Him! Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Let all things their Creator bless
And worship Him in humbleness!
O praise Him, alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, three in One.
O praise Him, O praise Him, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

BLESSED BE THE NAME (HYMN 32) by William H. Clark
All praise to Him Who reigns above
In majesty supreme,
Who gave His Son for man to die,
That He might man redeem!

Blessed be the Name! Blessed be the Name!
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!
Blessed be the Name! Blessed be the Name!
Blessed be the Name of the Lord!

His Name above all names shall stand,
Exalted more and more,
At God the Father’s own right hand,
Where angel hosts adore.

Redeemer, Savior, Friend of man
Once ruined by the fall,
Thou hast devised salvation’s plan,
For Thou hast died for all.

His Name shall be the Counselor,
The mighty Prince of Peace,
Of all earth’s kingdoms Conqueror,
Whose reign shall never cease.

IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, GOD ONLY WISE (HYMN 34)
Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

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.

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.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight.
All praise we would render—O help us to see
’Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.

1. Hymnal Version:
PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN (HYMN 35)
Praise, my soul, the king of heaven,
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing.
Alleluia! Praise the everlasting king!
Alleluia! Praise the everlasting king!

Fatherlike, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Widely yet his mercy flows!
Alleluia! Widely yet his mercy flows!

Angels in the height, adore him—
Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace!
Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace!

2. Ragonesi version:
PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN (HYMN 35)
Praise, my soul, the king of heaven,
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting king!

Praise him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him, still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Alleluia! Alleluia! glorious in his faithfulness.

Fatherlike, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Widely yet his mercy flows!

Angels in the height, adore him—
Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace!

A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD (HYMN 36) by Martin Luther, 1529
A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
our helper he amid the flood
of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabbaoth, his name,
from age to age the same,
and he must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
his truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth;
the Spirit and the gifts are ours,
through him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
the body they may kill;
God’s truth abideth still;
his kingdom is forever.

HOW GREAT THOU ART (HYMN 37)
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

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,

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!

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

JOYFUL, JOYFUL, WE ADORE THEE (HYMN 38)
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
Hail Thee as the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness,
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day!

All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heav’n reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Center of unbroken praise;
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
Bloss’ming meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain
Call us to rejoice in Thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blest,
Wellspring of the joy of living,
Ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou the Father, Christ our brother—
All who live in love are Thine:
Teach us how to love each other,
Lift us to the joy divine.

Mortals, join the mighty chorus
Which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us,
Brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward,
Victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful music lifts us sunward
In the triumph song of life.

THIS IS MY FATHER’S WORLD (HYMN 39)
This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world! I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas—
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world—the birds their carols raise;
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world! He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass—He speaks to me ev’rywhere.

This is my Father’s world—o let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world! The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied, and earth and heav’n be one.

GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS (HYMN 40)
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father!
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not:
As Thou hast been Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thine hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow:
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
(© 1923 Hope Publishing Co.; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

ALL HAIL THE POWER (HYMN 42)
All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all;
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all!

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race, Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all!

Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe, on this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe, and crown Him Lord of all;
To Him all majesty ascribe, and crown Him Lord of all!

O that with yonder sacred throng we at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all;
We’ll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all!

Original version with different choruses
AND CAN IT BE? (HYMN 44)
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me who caused His pain—
For me who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

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.

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.

No condemnation now I dread.
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
Alive in Him, my living head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’ eternal throne
And claim the crown, through Christ, my own.

Hymnbook version with single chorus
AND CAN IT BE? (HYMN 44)
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me who Him to death pursued?

Amazing love! How can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

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.

No condemnation now I dread—
I am my Lord’s and he is mine,
Alive in Him, my living head,
And clothed in righteousness divine.

O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING (HYMN 46)
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy Name!

Jesus! The Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

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

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

Glory to God and praise and love
Be ever, ever giv’n
By saints below and saints above—
The Church in earth and heav’n.

FAIREST LORD JESUS! (HYMN 50)
Fairest Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature!
O Thou of God and man the Son.
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou my soul’s glory, joy and crown!

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host:
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heav’n can boast.

Beautiful Savior! Lord of the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration
Now and forevermore be Thine!

FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH (HYMN 54)
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:

Christ our God, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flow’r,
Sun and moon and stars of light:

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild:

For Thy Church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Off’ring up on ev’ry shore
Her pure sacrifice of love:

COME, CHRISTIANS, JOIN TO SING (HYMN 55)
Come, Christians, join to sing; Alleluia! Amen!
Loud praise to Christ our King; Alleluia! Amen!
Let all, with heart and voice,
Before His throne rejoice—
Praise is His gracious choice; Alleluia! Amen!

Come, lift your hearts on high; Alleluia! Amen!
Let praises fill the sky; Alleluia! Amen!
He is our guide and friend,
To us He’ll condescend,
His love shall never end; Alleluia! Amen!

Praise yet our Christ again; Alleluia! Amen!
Life shall not end the strain; Alleluia! Amen!
On heaven’s blissful shore,
His goodness we’ll adore,
Singing forevermore, “Alleluia! Amen!”
(© 1968; Singspiration, Inc.; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

JESUS, I AM RESTING (HYMN 57) by Jean S. Pig­ott, 1876
Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole.

Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ’neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus,
Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory,
Sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting,
Fill me with Thy grace.

JESUS, THE VERY THOUGHT OF THEE (HYMN 58)
by Ber­nard of Clair­vaux, 12th cen­tu­ry
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Savior of mankind!

O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

O THE DEEP, DEEP LOVE OF JESUS (HYMN 61)
O the deep, deep love of Jesus—
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean
In its fullness over me,
Underneath me, all around me
Is the current of Thy love—
Leading onward, leading homeward,
To Thy glorious rest above.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus—
Spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth,
Changeth never, nevermore.
How He 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!

O the deep, deep love of Jesus—
Love of every love the best!
’Tis an ocean vast of blessing,
’Tis a haven sweet of rest.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus—
’Tis a heaven of heavens to me;
And it lifts me up to glory,
For it lifts me up to Thee.

CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS (HYMN 62)
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.

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 wond’ring eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of life: who triumphed o’er the grave,
Who rose victorious to 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.

Crown Him the Lord of heav’n: One with the Father known,
One with the Spirit through Him giv’n from yonder glorious throne.
To Thee be endless praise, for Thou for us hast died;
Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days adored and magnified.

TAKE THE NAME OF JESUS WITH YOU (HYMN 63)
Precious name, O how sweet! Hope of earth and joy of heav’n;
Precious name, O how sweet! Hope of earth and joy of heav’n.
At the name of Jesus bowing, falling prostrate at His feet,
King of kings in heav’n we’ll crown Him when our journey is complete.

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY (HYMN 70)
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!

Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.

Holy, Holy, Holy! Though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy—there is none beside Thee
Perfect in pow’r, in love and purity.

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

MAY JESUS CHRIST BE PRAISED (HYMN 73), German, 1744
When morning gilds the skies my heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer, to Jesus I repair:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

Does sadness fill my mind? A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Or fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised!

In Heav’n’s eternal bliss the loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The powers of darkness fear when this sweet chant they hear:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

Be this, while life is mine, my canticle divine:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this th’eternal song through all the ages long:
May Jesus Christ be praised!

ABIDE WITH ME (HYMN 75), by Henry Lyte, 1847.
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy word before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

GOD BE WITH YOU (HYMN 82)
God be with you till we meet again,
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you—
God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus’ feet.
Till we meet, till we meet—
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again,
’Neath His wings protecting hide you,
Daily manna still provide you—
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again,
When life’s perils thick confound you,
Put His arms unfailing round you—
God be with you till we meet again.

God be with you till we meet again,
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you;
Smite death’s threat’ning wave before you—
God be with you till we meet again.

O COME, O COME, EMMANUEL (HYMN 83)
O come, o come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, oh Israel.

O come, o come, thou Lord of might,
Who to thy tribes, on Sinai’s height,
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.

O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell thy people save
And give them vict’ry o’er the grave.

O come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by thine advent here;
O drive away the shades of night
And pierce the clouds and bring us light.

O come, thou Key of David, come
And open wide our heav’nly home
Where all thy saints with thee shall dwell—
O come, o come, Emmanuel!

EXTRA VERSE:
O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.

COME, THOU LONG EXPECTED JESUS (HYMN 84)
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free.
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art—
Dear desire of every nation,
joy to every longing heart.

Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all-sufficient merit,
raise us to thy glorious throne.

SILENT NIGHT (HYMN 85)
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and Child,
Holy Infant, so tender and mild—
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight;
Glories stream from heaven afar, heav’nly hosts sing alleluia—
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.

Silent night, holy night!
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

AWAY IN A MANGER (HYMN 86)
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

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 cradle till morning is nigh.

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

JOY TO THE WORLD (HYMN 87)
Joy to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let ev’ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n, and heav’n and nature sing!

Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders of His love.

ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH (HYMN 89)
Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.

Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?

Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ, the Lord, the newborn King.

See Him in a manger laid,
Jesus, Lord of heav’n and earth;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
With us sing our Savior’s birth.

IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR (Hymn 90), by Edmund H. Sears
It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,
from angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, good will to men, from heaven’s all-gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurled,
and still their heavenly music floats o’er all the weary world;
above its sad and lowly plains, they bend on hovering wing,
and ever o’er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low,
who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow,
look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on, by prophet bards foretold,
when with the ever-circling years comes round the age of gold,
when peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world give back the song which now the angels sing.

THE FIRST NOEL (HYMN 91)
The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They lookèd up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.

And by the light of that same star
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.

This star drew nigh to the northwest,
Over Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.

Then entered in those Wise Men three,
Full reverently upon their knee,
And offered there, in His presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
That hath made Heaven and earth of naught,
And with His blood mankind hath bought.

O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM (HYMN 92) by Phillips Brooks
O little town of Bethlehem,
how still we see thee lie—
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
the silent stars go by,
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
the everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary—
and gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
their watch of wond’ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is giv’n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heav’n.
No ear may hear His coming,
But, in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still
The dear Christ enters in.

O holy child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in—
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!

HYMNBOOK VERSION
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING (HYMN 93)
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn 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 newborn King!”

Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.

Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conqu’ring Seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.
Adam’s likeness now efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.

ORIGINAL WORDS
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING (HYMN 93)
Hark! The herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn 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 newborn King!”

Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.

Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conqu’ring Seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.
Now display Thy saving power,
Ruined nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to Thine.

Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.
Let us Thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the Life, the inner man:
O, to all Thyself impart,
Formed in each believing heart.

WHAT CHILD IS THIS? (HYMN 94, BOOK VERSION)
What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud—
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear—for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh—
Come, rich and poor, to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings—
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

WHAT CHILD IS THIS? (HYMN 94, ORIGINAL WORDS)
What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud—
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear—for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce him through
The cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The babe, the son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh—
Come, rich and poor, to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings—
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the son of Mary.

WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS BY NIGHT (Hymn 95) by Nahum Tate; music G. F. Handel
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around,
And glory shone around.

“Fear not!” said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind.
“Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind
To you and all mankind.

“To you, in David’s town, this day
Is born of David’s line
A Savior, who is Christ the Lord,
And this shall be the sign,
And this shall be the sign.

“The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid,
And in a manger laid.”

Thus spake the seraph and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels praising God on high,
Who thus addressed their song,
Who thus addressed their song:

“All glory be to God on high,
And to the Earth be peace;
Good will henceforth from Heaven to men
Begin and never cease,
Begin and never cease!”

AS WITH GLADNESS, MEN OF OLD (HYMN 96) by Wiliam Knox, 1860
As with gladness, men of old
Did the guiding star behold—
As with joy they hailed its light
Leading onward, beaming bright—
So, most gracious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.

As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before
Him whom heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy seat.

As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare;
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin’s alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.

Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.

[EXTRA ORIGINAL VERSE}
In the heavenly country bright,
Need they no created light;
Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown,
Thou its Sun which goes not down;
There forever may we sing
Alleluias to our King!

THERE’S A SONG IN THE AIR! (HYMN 97)
There’s a song in the air!
There’s a star in the sky!
There’s a mother’s deep prayer
And a baby’s low cry!
And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King!

There’s a tumult of joy
O’er the wonderful birth,
For the Virgin’s sweet Boy
Is the Lord of the earth.
Ay! the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King!

In the light of that star
Lie the ages impearled,
And that song from afar
Has swept over the world.
Ev’ry hearth is aflame and the beautiful sing
In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King!

We rejoice in the light,
And we echo the song
That comes down through the night
From the heavenly throng.
Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
And we greet in His cradle our Savior and King!

I HEARD THE BELLS ON Christmas Day (HYMN 98)
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth goodwill to men.

I thought how as the day had come
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th’unbroken song
Of peace on earth goodwill to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth goodwill to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail the right prevail
With peace on earth goodwill to men.”

Till ringing singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day—
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth goodwill to men.

ANGELS FROM THE REALMS OF GLORY (HYMN 99) by James Montgomery, 1816
Angels, from the realms of glory
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with us is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant light:

Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen His natal star.

Saints, before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear;
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear.

O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL (HYMN 100) by John Wade, 1743
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, glory in the highest;

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;

Lo! star led chieftains, Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
We to the Christ Child bring our hearts’ oblations.

Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

THOU DIDST LEAVE THY THRONE (Hymn 101)
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!

Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth didst thou come to earth,
And in great humility.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus—
There is room in my heart for thee!

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!

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—
There is room in my heart for thee!

When the heavens shall ring and the angels sing
At thy coming to victory,
Let thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet there is room—
There is room at my side for thee.”
My heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When thou comest and callest for me!

TELL ME THE STORY OF JESUS (HYMN 106) by Fanny J. Crosby, 1880
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels, in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.

Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past—
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore—
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain;
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again!
Love, in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see:
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me!

HOSANNA, LOUD HOSANNA (HYMN 107)
Hosanna, loud hosanna, the little children sang;
Through pillared court and temple the lovely anthem rang;
To Jesus, who had blessed them, close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises, the simplest and the best.

From Olivet they followed ’mid an exultant crowd,
The victor palm branch waving, and chanting clear and loud;
The Lord of men and angels rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children should on His bidding wait.

“Hosanna in the highest!” That ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of heav’n, Our King;
O may we ever praise Him with heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence eternally rejoice!

ALL GLORY, LAUD, AND HONOR (HYMN 108)
All glory, laud, and honor to Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children made sweet hosannas ring:
Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s name comest, the King and blessed One!

The company of angels are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men and all things created make reply:
The people of the Hebrews with palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems before Thee we present.

To Thee, before Thy passion, they sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted, our melody we raise:
Thou didst accept their praises—accept the praise we bring,
Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King!

RIDE ON, RIDE ON, IN MAJESTY! (HYMN 109, by Hen­ry H. Mil­man, 1820)
Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! Thy triumph now begin
Over captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The wingèd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.

ALAS! AND DID MY SAVIOR BLEED (HYMN 110) by Isaac Watts
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

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

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

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away:
’Tis all that I can do.

Hymnbook version – compare different words on Songs page)
BLESSED REDEEMER (HYMN 112)
Up Calvary’s mountain one dreadful morn
Walked Christ my Savior, weary and worn,
Facing for sinners death on the cross
That He might save them from endless loss.

Blessed Redeemer, precious Redeemer,
Seems now I see Him on Calvary’s tree:
Wounded and bleeding, for sinners pleading
Blind and unheeding, dying for me.

“Father, forgive them!” Thus did he pray,
Even while His lifeblood flowed fast away.
Praying for sinners while in such woe—
No one but Jesus ever loved so.

Oh, how I love Him, Savior and Friend!
How can my praises ever find end?
Through years unnumbered on Heaven’s shore
My songs shall praise Him forevermore.

THE OLD RUGGED CROSS (HYMN 113) by George Bennard, 1913
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me someday to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED (HYMN 116)
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thy only crown.
How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And, should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee!

HE WAS WOUNDED FOR OUR TRANSGRESSIONS (HYMN 117)
Who can number His generation?
Who shall declare all the triumphs of His cross?
Millions, dead, now live again, myriads follow in His train!
Victorious Lord, victorious Lord,
Victorious Lord and coming King!

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS (HYMN 118) by Isaac Watts
When I survey the wond’rous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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

See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMNBOOK VERSION
JESUS PAID IT ALL (HYMN 125) by Elvina M. Hall & John Thomas Grape
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray;
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim—
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat.

ORIGINAL WORDS
JESUS PAID IT ALL (HYMN 125)
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray;
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And now complete in Him
My robe His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blest.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down
All down at Jesus’ feet.

WORSHIP SONG VERSION A
JESUS PAID IT ALL (BASED ON HYMN 125 by Elvina M. Hall & John Thomas Grape) by Alex Nifong
And I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray;
Find in Me thine all in all.”

’Cause Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.
(It’s washed away,
All my sin and all my shame!)

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
My lips shall still repeat.

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe:
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.

Oh praise the One Who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead!
B © 2006 WORSHIPTOGETHER MUSIC; CCLI SONG NO. 4689508.

WORSHIP SONG VERSION B
JESUS PAID IT ALL (HYMN 125 )
And I hear the Savior say, “Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray; Find in Me thine all in all.”

’Cause Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots And melt the heart of stone.

And when before the throne I stand in Him complete,
“Jesus died my soul to save,” My lips shall still repeat.

Oh praise the One Who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead!

ROCK OF AGES (HYMN 126)
Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood, from Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure, save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow, could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone—Thou must save, and Thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling.

While I draw this fleeting breath, when my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown and behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.

HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOR! (HYMN 127)
Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
“Full atonement!” can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in Heav’n exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

LIFT UP, LIFT UP YOUR VOICES NOW (Hymn 131)
Lift up, lift up your voices now!
The whole wide world rejoices now;
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously,
The Lord shall reign victoriously.

In vain with stone the cave was barred,
In vain the watch kept ward and guard;
Majestic, from the spoiled tomb,
In pomp of triumph Christ is come.

And all he did and all he bore
He gives us as our own to share;
And hope and joy and peace begin,
For Christ has won—and man shall win.

O Victor, aid us in the fight
And lead us through death to realms of light;
We safely pass where thou hast trod:
In thee we die to rise to God.

THE STRIFE IS O’ER (HYMN 133), 12th century, tr. from the Latin by Francis Pott, 1832-1900
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia!

Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

The powers of death have done their worst;
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia!

The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia!

ORIGINAL LATIN WORDS, 12TH CENTURY

Finita iam sunt proelia,
Est parta iam victoria:
Gaudeamus et canamus,
Alleluia.

Post fata mortis barbara
Devicit Jesus tartara:
Applaudamus et psallamus,
Alleluia.

Surrexit die tertia
Caelesti clarus gratia
Insonemus et cantemus,
Alleluia.

Sunt clausa stygis ostia
Et caeli patent atria:
Gaudeamus et petamus,
Alleluia.

Per tua, Jesu, vulnera
Nos mala morte libera,
Ut vivamus et canamus,
Alleluia. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

CHRIST THE LORD IS RIS’N TODAY (HYMN 137)
Christ the Lord is ris’n today! Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say: Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heav’ns, and earth reply: Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, o death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Dying once he all doth save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, o grave? Alleluia!

Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ has led Alleluia!
Foll’wing our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, with him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies! Alleluia!

CHRIST AROSE (HYMN 138) by Robert Lowry, 1874
Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
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 forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

LOOK, YE SAINTS! THE SIGHT IS GLORIOUS (HYMN 141)
Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious:
See the Man of Sorrows now;
From the fight returned victorious,
Ev’ry knee to him shall bow:
Crown him! crown him!
Crowns become the Victor’s brow.

Crown the Savior! 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 Savior, king of kings!

Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Savior’s claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name:
Crown him! crown him!
Spread abroad the Victor’s fame!

Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station—
O what joy the sight affords!
Crown him! crown him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

HYMNBOOK VERSION
JESUS SHALL REIGN (Hymn 142) by Isaac Watts
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

From north to south the princes meet,
To pay their homage at His feet,
While western empires own their Lord
And savage tribes attend His word.

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

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

ORIGINAL WORDS
JESUS SHALL REIGN (Hymn 142)
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

Behold the islands with their kings,
And Europe her best tribute brings;
From north to sojuth the princes meet,
To pay their homage at His feet.

There Persia, glorious to behold,
There India shines in eastern gold;
And barb’rous nations at His word
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.

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.

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

Blessings abound wherever He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.

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.

Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!

Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son,
Extend His power, exalt His throne.

The scepter well becomes His hands;
All Heav’n submits to His commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power He vindicates the just,
And treads th’oppressor in the dust:
His worship and His fear shall last
Till hours, and years, and time be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send his influence down:
His grace on fainting souls distills,
Like heav’nly dew on thirsty hills.

The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at His first dawning light;
And deserts blossom at the sight.

The saints shall flourish in His days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from His throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

REJOICE, THE LORD IS KING (HYMN 143)
Rejoice, the Lord is King:
your Lord and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing
and triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Jesus, the Savior, 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!

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
are to our Jesus given:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

HAIL, THOU ONCE-DESPISED JESUS (HYMN 145) by John Bakewell, 1789
Hail, Thou once despisèd Jesus! Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Savior, bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favor; life is given through Thy Name.

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, all our sins on Thee were 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.

Jesus, Hail! Enthroned in glory, there forever to abide,
All the heav’nly 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.

Worship, honor, 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 Savior’s merits, help to chant Immanuel’s praise!

LO! HE COMES, WITH CLOUDS DESCENDING (HYMN 152) by John Cennick & Charles Wesley, 1752
Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for our salvation slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:
Allelujah! Allelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.

Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Savior, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own;
O come quickly! O come quickly!
Alleluia! Come, Lord, come!

COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE, (HYMN 158)
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Savior’s love
And that shall kindle ours.

OPEN MY EYES, THAT I MAY SEE (HYMN 163) by Clara Scott, 1895
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!

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.

Open my mouth, and let me bear gladly the warm truth everywhere;
Open my heart and let me prepare love with Thy children thus to share.

BREATH ON ME, BREATH OF GOD (Hymn 164) by Edwin Hatch, 1878
Breathe on me, Breath of God,
fill me with life anew,
that I may love what Thou dost love,
and do what Thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
until my heart is pure,
until with Thee I will one will—
to do and to endure.

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

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
so shall I never die,
but live with Thee the perfect life
of Thine eternity.

HOLY GHOST, WITH LIGHT DIVINE (HYMN 165) by Rowland Hill, 1783
Holy Ghost, with light divine,
Shine upon this heart of mine;
Chase the shades of night away,
Turn my darkness into day.

Holy Ghost, with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long hath sin, without control,
Held dominion o’er my soul.

Holy Ghost, with joy divine,
Cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.

Holy Spirit, all divine,
Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol-throne,
Reign supreme, and reign alone.

STANDING ON THE PROMISES (HYMN 175)
Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through 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 Savior;
Standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.

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.

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.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call
Resting in my Savior as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

BREAK THOU THE BREAD OF LIFE (HYMN 176) by Mary Ann Lathbury, 1877
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!

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.

Thou art the bread of life, O Lord, to me,
Thy holy Word the truth that saveth me;
Give me to eat and live with Thee above;
Teach me to love Thy truth, for Thou art love.

O send Thy Spirit, Lord, now unto me,
That He may touch my eyes, and make me see:
Show me the truth concealed within Thy Word,
And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord.

LORD GOD, OUR THANKS TO THEE WE RAISE (HYMN 180) by Frederick K. Brewster
Lord God, our thanks to Thee we raise for those who built this house of praise,
Who long ago together stood to form a Christian brotherhood.

Here have our children known Thy care and raised their thoughts to Thee in prayer,
Here we have shared the wine, the bread; here have our living souls been fed.

Still thru the years be Thou our guide, keep us from enmity and pride,
Still help us choose the better part–a humble and a thankful heart.

Be this our common enterprise: that truth be preached and prayer arise,
That each may seek the other’s good, and live and love as Jesus would.

Create in us the word, the deed, that ours may be a living creed;
And cause Thy grace in us to dwell. Abide with us, Immanuel!

ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS (HYMN 181)
by Sabine Baring-Gould
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!
Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see his banner go!

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus going on before!

At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise!

Like a mighty army moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod.
We are not divided, all one body we—
One in hope and doctrine, one in charity.

Onward, then, ye people, join our happy throng;
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King—
This through countless ages men and angels sing.

GLORIOUS THINGS OF THEE ARE SPOKEN (HYMN 185) by John Newton, 1779
Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake Thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all Thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply Thy sons and daughters
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace which (like the Lord, the giver)
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near!
Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed Thee for His own abode.

THE CHURCH’S ONE FOUNDATION (HYMN 186) by Sam­uel J. Stone (1866)
The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord,
She is His new creation
By water and the Word.
From heaven He came and sought her
To be His holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her
And for her life He died.

Elect from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation,
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.

’Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till, with the vision glorious,
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won:
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.

BLEST BE THE TIE THAT BINDS (HYMN 187)
Blest be the tie that binds
our hearts in Christian love!
The fellowship of kindred minds
is like to that above.

Before our Father’s throne
we pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

We share our mutual woes,
our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
the sympathizing tear.

When we asunder part
it gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart
and hope to meet again.

THERE IS POWER IN THE BLOOD (HYMN 198)
Would you be free from the burden of sin?
There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;
Would you o’er evil a victory win?
There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’r
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is pow’r, pow’r, wonder-working pow’r
In the precious blood of the Lamb.

Would you be free from your passion and pride?
There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;
Come for a cleansing to Calvary’s tide—
There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

Would you be whiter, much whiter than snow?
There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;
Sin-stains are lost in its life-giving flow—
There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

Would you do service for Jesus your King?
There’s pow’r in the blood, pow’r in the blood;
Would you live daily his praises to sing?
There’s wonderful pow’r in the blood.

TURN YOUR EYES UPON JESUS (HYMN 204)
O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
in the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion—
for more than conqu’rors we are!

His word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell.

ARE YOU WASHED IN THE BLOOD? (HYMN 208)
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow’r?
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?

Are you walking daily by the Savior’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?

When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright
And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

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,
O be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

GRACE GREATER THAN OUR SIN (HYMN 209) by Julia H. Johnston, 1911
Marvelous 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 spilled.

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.

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.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today.

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment His grace receive?

NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD (HYMN 212)
What can wash away my sin?
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.

For my pardon, this I see—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing, this my plea—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

This is all my hope and peace—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my righteousness:
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

JESUS, THY BLOOD AND RIGHTEOUSNESS (HYMN 217)
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
’Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

Bold shall I stand in thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
Which at the mercy seat of God
Forever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e’en for my soul was shed.

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.

THERE IS A FOUNTAIN (HYMN 222)
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains;
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away, wash all my sins away,
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its pow’r,
Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more.
Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more,
Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die.

When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing Thy power to save:
I’ll sing Thy power to save, I’ll sing Thy power to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing Thy power to save.

DEPTH OF MERCY (HYMN 233) by Charles Wesley, 1740
Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear—
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

There for me the Savior stands,
Holding forth his wounded hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.

PASS ME NOT (HYMN 235) by Fanny J. Crosby
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry—
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me;
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?

AMAZING GRACE (HYMN 236)
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me;
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

JESUS, I COME (HYMN 242)
Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy freedom, gladness ,and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of 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.

PARTIAL VERSION (DIFFERENT FROM HYMNBOOK)
JESUS, I COME (HYMN 242)
Our of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Our of my sickness into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

JUST AS I AM (HYMN 249)
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind—
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find—
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come!

BLESSED ASSURANCE (HYMN 255)
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of his spirit, washed in his blood.

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight!
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission—all is at rest;
I in my savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with his goodness, lost in his love.

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL (HYMN 256)
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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought—
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll:
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”—it is well with my soul.

’TIS SO SWEET TO TRUST IN JESUS (HYMN 257)
’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His word,
Just to rest upon His promise,
Just to know “Thus saith the Lord.”

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more.

O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood.
Just in simple faith to plunge me
‘Neath the healing, cleansing flood!

Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease,
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest and joy and peace.

I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.

THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER THAN I (Hymn 259)
O sometimes the shadows are deep,
And rough seems the path to the goal;
And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep
Like tempests down over the soul!

O then to the Rock let me fly,
To the Rock that is higher than I.

O sometimes how long seems the day,
And sometimes how weary my feet;
But toiling in life’s dusty way,
The Rock’s blessed shadow, how sweet!

O near to the Rock let me keep,
If blessings or sorrows prevail;
Or climbing the mountain way steep,
Or walking the shadowy vale.

TRUST AND OBEY (Hymn 261)
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!

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove the delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay,
For the favor He shows and the joy He bestows
Are for them who will trust and obey.

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 stands we will go:
Never fear, only trust and obey.

I COME TO THE GARDEN ALONE (Hymn 264) by C. Aus­tin Miles, 1912
IN THE GARDEN (Hymn 264) by C. Aus­tin Miles, 1912
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of his voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their siniging;
And the melody that he gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But he bids me go—through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION (HYMN 268)
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
to you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
for I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand
upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
the rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

“When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
my grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.”

“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!”

MY HOPE IS BUILT ON NOTHING LESS (HYMN 272)
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.

When darkness veils his lovely face
I rest on his unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in him be found,
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

HIDING IN THEE (HYMN 28)
O safe to the Rock that is higher than I,
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
So sinful, so weary—Thine, Thine would I be:
Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, Hiding in Thee,
Thou blest Rock of Ages I’m hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my Refuge and breathed out my woe;
How often, when trials like sea billows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.

LIKE A RIVER GLORIOUS (HYMN 287)
Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the Sun of Love;
We may trust Him fully all for us to do—
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.

BE STILL, MY SOUL (HYMN 290) by Ka­tha­ri­na von Schle­gel, 1752
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or 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.

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.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever 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 blessèd we shall meet at last.

GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT JEHOVAH (HYMN 291)
by William Williams
Guide me, o thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty—
Hold me in thy powerful hand:
Bread of Heaven, Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more,
Feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliv’rer, strong Deliv’rer,
Be thou still my strength and shield,
Be thou still my strength and shield.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee,
I will ever give to thee.

SURELY GOODNESS AND MERCY by John W. Peterson & Alfred B. Smith, after Psalm 23 (HYMN 292)
A pilgrim was I, and a-wand’ring,
In the cold night of sin did I roam,
When Jesus the kind Shepherd found me,
And now I am on my way home.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life;
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life.

He restoreth my soul when I’m weary,
He giveth me strength day by day;
He leads me beside the still waters,
He guards me each step of the way.

When I walk through the dark lonesome valley,
My Savior will walk with me there;
And safely His great hand will lead me
To the mansions He’s gone to prepare.

Final:
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever,
And I shall feast at the table spread for me.
(Chorus.)
(© 1958 Singspiration Music; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD, Scottish Psalter, 1623, after Psalm 23 (HYMN 293)
The Lord’s my shepherd—I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness
E’en for his own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill,
For Thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.

SAVIOR, LIKE A SHEPHERD LEAD US (Hymn 294)
Savior, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are (repeat).

We are Thine—do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray (repeat).

Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse and pow’r to free:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Early let us turn to Thee (repeat).

Early let us seek Thy favor,
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Savior,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast loved us, love us still (repeat).

HE LEADETH ME (HYMN 295)
He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

Nate Clarke’s veersion:
BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS (HYMN 309)
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 along the way
From the burning of the noontide heat and the burden of the day.

Upon the cross of Jesus, mine eyes 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 redeeming love and my unworthiness.

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.

Hymnbook veersion:
BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS (HYMN 309)
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 noonday heat and the burden of the day.

Upon the cross of Jesus, mine eyes 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.

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.

WHITER THAN SNOW (HYMN 310)
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever 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.

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.

Lord Jesus, for this I must 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.

Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now and within me a new heart create.
To those who have sought Thee Thou never said’st “No”—
Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.

O PERFECT LOVE (HYMN 312)
O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,
Lowly we kneel in prayer before they throne,
That theirs may be the love that knows no ending,
Whom thou forevermore dost join in one.

O perfect Life, be thou their full assurance
Of tender charity and steadfast faith,
Of patient hope and quiet, brave endurance,
With childlike trust that fears no death nor pain.

Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow,
Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
And to life’s day the glorious unknown morrow
That dawns upon eternal love and life.
DOROTHY B. GURNEY, 1858-1932

I AM THINE, O LORD (HYMN 314)
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.

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

O the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend!

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

O TO BE LIKE THEE! (HYMN 316)
O to be like Thee! O to be like Thee,
Blessed Redeemer, pure as Thou art!
Come in Thy sweetness, come in Thy fullness;
Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart.

I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR (HYMN 318) by Annie S. Hawks & Robert Lowry
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.

I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour; stay Thou near by;
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.

MORE LOVE TO THEE (HYMN 323) by ELizabeth Prentiss, 1856
More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee;
This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek, give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Let sorrow do its work, come grief or pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to Thee;
More love to Thee, more love to Thee!

MY JESUS, I LOVE THEE (Hymn 332)
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine—
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou:
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

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:
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,
“If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.”

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
“If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.”

MAY THE MIND OF CHRIST, MY SAVIOR (HYMN 333)
by Kate B. Wilkinson (Philippians 2:5)
May the mind of Christ, my Savior, live in me from day to day,
By His love and power controlling all I do and say.

May the Word of God dwell richly in my heart from hour to hour,
So that all may see I triumph only through His power.

May the peace of God my Father rule my life in everything,
That I may be calm to comfort sick and sorrowing.

May the love of Jesus fill me as the waters fill the sea;
Him exalting, self abasing, this is victory.

May I run the race before me, strong and brave to face the foe,
Looking only unto Jesus as I onward go.

May His beauty rest upon me, as I seek the lost to win,
And may they forget the channel, seeing only Him.

BE THOU MY VISION (HYMN 334), Irish hymn, ca. 750 AD
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart—
Nought be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought by day or by night—
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word—
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son—
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise—
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart—
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

O LOVE THAT WILT NOT LET ME GO (HYMN 339) by George Matheson, 1882
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.

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.

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.

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.

My hymn was com­posed in the manse of In­ne­lan [Ar­gyle­shire, Scot­land] on the ev­en­ing of the 6th of June 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s mar­ri­age, and the rest of the fam­i­ly were stay­ing over­night in Glas­gow. Some­thing hap­pened to me, which was known only to my­self, and which caused me the most se­vere men­tal suf­fer­ing. The hymn was the fruit of that suf­fer­ing. It was the quick­est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im­press­ion of hav­ing it dic­tat­ed to me by some in­ward voice ra­ther than of work­ing it out my­self. I am quite sure that the whole work was com­plet­ed in five min­utes, and equal­ly sure that it ne­ver re­ceived at my hands any re­touch­ing or cor­rect­ion. I have no na­tur­al gift of rhy­thm. All the other vers­es I have ever writ­ten are man­u­fact­ured ar­ti­cles; this came like a day­spring from on high. —George Matheson

NEARER, STILL NEARER (HYMN 340) by Lelia N. Morris, 1898
Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior—so precious Thou art!
Fold me, oh, fold me close to Thy breast;
Shelter me safe in that “haven of rest”;
Shelter me safe in that “haven of rest.”

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Naught as an off’ring to Jesus, my King;
Only my sinful, now contrite heart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart;
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine!
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified;
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last,
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages ever to be
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee;
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee!

JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL (HYMN 352) by Charles Wesley
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.

OPTIONAL VERSE, NOT IN OUR HYMNBOOK:
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.

WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS (HYMN 354)
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield you—
You will find a solace there.

MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE (HYMN 359) by Ray Palmer, 1830
My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray, Take all my sin away,
O let me from this day be wholly Thine!

May thy rich grace impart strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee
Pure warm and changeless be—a living fire!

While life’s dark maze I tread and griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day,
wipe sorrow’s tears away, nor let me ever stray from Thee aside.

When ends life’s transient dream, when death’s cold sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll, blest Savior, then, in love, fear and distrust remove—
O bear me safe above, a ransomed soul.

RISE UP, O MEN OF GOD! (HYMN 380) by Will­iam P. Mer­rill, 1911
Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and soul and mind and strength
To serve the King of kings.

Rise up, O men of God!
The kingdom tarries long.
Bring in the day of brotherhood
And end the night of wrong.

Rise up, O men of God!
The church for you doth wait,
Her strength unequal to her task;
Rise up and make her great!

Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where His feet have trod.
As brothers of the Son of Man,
Rise up, O men of God!

WHERE HE LEADS ME (HYMN 384)
I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
I can hear my Savior calling,
“Take thy cross and follow, follow Me.”

Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow,
Where He leads me I will follow;
I’ll go with Him, with Him, all the way.

I’ll go with Him through the garden,
I’ll go with Him through the garden,
I’ll go with Him through the garden,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

I’ll go with Him through the judgment,
I’ll go with Him through the judgment,
I’ll go with Him through the judgment,
I’ll go with Him, with Him all the way.

He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
He will give me grace and glory,
And go with me, with me all the way.

HAVE THINE OWN WAY, LORD! (HYMN 388)
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.

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.

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, Savior divine!

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!

O JESUS, I HAVE PROMISED (HYMN 392) By John E. Bode, 1868
O Jesus, I have promised to serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou forever near me, my master and my friend;
I shall not fear the battle if Thou art by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway if Thou wilt be my guide.

O let me feel Thee near me! The world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle, the tempting sounds I hear;
My foes are ever near me, around me and within;
But Jesus, draw Thou nearer, and shield my soul from sin.

O let me hear Thee speaking in accents clear and still,
Above the storms of passion, the murmurs of self will.
O speak to reassure me, to hasten or control;
O speak, and make me listen, Thou guardian of my soul.

O Jesus, Thou hast promised to all who follow Thee
That where Thou art in glory there shall Thy servant be.
And Jesus, I have promised to serve Thee to the end;
O give me grace to follow, my master and my friend.

TAKE MY LIFE AND LET IT BE (Hymn 393)
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love,
At the impulse of Thy love.

Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for my King,
Always, only, for my King.

Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages for Thee;
Take my silver and my gold—
Not a mite would I withhold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my love—my God, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever only all for Thee,
Ever only all for Thee.

I SURRENDER ALL (HYMN 394)
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 Savior,
I surrender all.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Humbly at His feet I bow;
Worldly pleasures all forsaken,
Take me, Jesus, take me now.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Make me, Savior, wholly Thine;
Let me feel the Holy Spirit—
Truly know that Thou art mine.

All to Jesus I surrender,
Lord, I give myself to Thee;
Fill me with Thy love and power,
Let Thy blessings fall on me.

I HAVE DECIDED TO FOLLOW JESUS (HYMN 397)
Ascribed to a 19th-century Indian Prince, Garo, Assam.
I have decided to follow Jesus (3 times)
No turning back, no turning back.

Though no one join me, still I will follow (3 times)—
No turning back, no turning back.

The world behind me, the cross before me (3 times)—
No turning back, no turning back.

SOLDIERS OF CHRIST ARISE (HYMN 403, LONG VERSION)
Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put your armor on,
strong in the strength which God supplies through his eternal Son;
Strong in the Lord of Hosts and in his mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts is more than conqueror.

Stand then in his great might, with all his strength endued,
But take to arm you for the fight the panoply of God;
That having all things done, and all your conflicts passed,
You may o’ercome thru Christ alone, and stand entire at last.

Pray without ceasing, pray (your Captain gives the word)!
His summons cheerfully obey and call upon the Lord:
To God your every want in instant prayer display,
Pray always, pray and never faint, pray, without ceasing pray.

From strength to strength go on, wrestle and fight and pray,
Tread all the powers of darkness down and win the well-fought day.
Still let the Spirit cry in all his soldiers, “Come!”
Till Christ the Lord descends from high and takes the conquerors home.

FAITH IS THE VICTORY (HYMN 402) by John H. Yates, 1891
Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise.
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies.
Against the foe in vales below
Let all our strength be hurled.
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.

Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory!
O glorious victory, that overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love,
Our sword the Word of God.
We tread the road the saints above
With shouts of triumph trod.
By faith, they like a whirlwind’s breath,
Swept on o’er every field.
The faith by which they conquered death
Is still our shining shield.

On every hand the foe we find
Drawn up in dread array.
Let tents of ease be left behind,
And onward to the fray.
Salvation’s helmet on each head,
With truth all girt about,
The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread,
And echo with our shout.

To him who overcomes the foe,
White raiment shall be giv’n.
Before the angels he shall know
His name confessed in Heav’n.
Then onward from the hills of light,
Our hearts with love aflame,
We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night,
In Jesus’ conqu’ring Name.

IN CHRIST THERE IS NO EAST OR WEST (HYMN 417)
In Christ there is no east or west,
In him no south or north,
But one great fellowship of love
Throughout the whole wide earth.

In him shall true hearts everywhere
Their high communion find;
His service is the golden cord
Close-binding all mankind.

Join hands then, brothers of the faith,
Whate’er your race may be;
Who serves my father as a son
Is surely kin to me.

In Christ now meet both east and west,
In him meet south and north;
All Christly souls are one in him
Throughout the whole wide earth.

BRINGING IN THE SHEAVES (HYMN 420), by Knowles Shaw (1874)
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves,

Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor winter’s chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and the labor ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome;
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

ANYWHERE WITH JESUS (HYMN 422, ALT.)
Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go,
Anywhere He leads me in this world below;
Anywhere without Him dearest joys would fade,
Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.

Anywhere, anywhere, any troubling fear
I’ll never know;
Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go.

Anywhere with Jesus I am not alone,
Other friends may fail me — He is still my own;
Though His hand may lead me over dreary ways,
Anywhere with Jesus is a house of praise.

Anywhere with Jesus over land and sea,
Telling souls in darkness of salvation free;
Ready as He summons me to go or stay,
Anywhere with Jesus when He points the way.

Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep,
When the dark’ning shadows round about me creep;
Knowing I shall waken, never more to roam,
Anywhere with Jesus will be home, sweet home.

I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY (HYMN 431)
I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story, ’t will be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

THERE’S A WIDENESS IN GOD’S MERCY (HYMN 444) by Frederick W. Faber, 1852
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.

There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood.

For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.

NO. NOT ONE (HYMN 445) by Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1895
There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,
No, not one! No, not one!
None else could heal all our soul’s diseases,
No, not one! No, not one!

Jesus knows all about our struggles,
He will guide till the day is done;
There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus,
No, not one! No, not one!

No friend like Him is so high and holy,
No, not one! No, not one!
And yet no friend is so meek and lowly,
No, not one! No, not one!

There’s not an hour that He is not near us,
No, not one! No, not one!
No night so dark but His love can cheer us,
No, not one! No, not one!

Did ever saint find this Friend forsake him?
No, not one! No, not one!
Or sinner find that He would not take him?
No, not one! No, not one!

Was ever a gift like the Savior given?
No, not one! No, not one!
Will He refuse us a home in Heaven?
No, not one! No, not one!

SATISFIED (HYMN 446) by Clara T.Williams, 1875
All my life long I had panted
For a drink from some clear spring,
That I hoped would quench the burning
Of the thirst I felt within.

Hallelujah! I have found Him
Whom my soul so long has craved!
Jesus satisfies my longing—
Through His blood I now am saved.

Feeding on the husks around me,
Till my strength was almost gone,
Longed my soul for something better,
Only still to hunger on.

Poor I was and sought for riches,
Something that would satisfy,
But the dust I gathered round me
Only mocked my soul’s sad cry.

Well of water, ever springing,
Bread of life so rich and free,
Untold wealth that never faileth,
My Redeemer is to me.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY (HYMN 449)
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!
O come to the Father through Jesus the Son
And give Him the glory—great things He hath done.

O 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.

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.

LEANING ON THE EVERLASTING ARMS (HYMN 460)
by Elisha A. Hoffman, 1887
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.

O how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
O how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

REDEEMED (HYMN 475) by Fanny J. Crosby, 1882
Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child—and forever—I am.

Redeemed, redeemed,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, redeemed,
His child—and forever—I am.

Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessèd Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long:
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

I know there’s a crown that is waiting,
In yonder bright mansion for me,
And soon, with the spirits made perfect,
At home with the Lord I shall be.

JESUS LOVES ME (HYMN 479)
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! TheBible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.

Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will henceforth live for thee.

ALTERNATE VERSES
Jesus loves me! this I know
as He loved so long ago,
taking children on His knee,
saying, “Let them come to Me.”

Jesus loves me! He will stay
close beside me on my way.
He’s prepared a home for me,
and someday His face I’ll see.

O HOW I LOVE JESUS (HYMN 483)
There is a Name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.

O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!

It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe;
Who in each sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.

REVIVE US AGAIN (Hymn 485) by Willim P. McKay, 1863.
We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died and is now gone above.

Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Revive us again.

We praise Thee, O God for Thy Spirit of light,
Who hath shown us our Savior and scattered our night.

All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sin and has cleansed every stain.

Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

GLORY TO HIS NAME (HYMN 489)
Down at the cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied—
Glory to His name.

Glory to His name, Glory to His name,
There to my heart was the blood applied—
Glory to His name.

I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where He took me in—
Glory to His name.

O precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean—
Glory to His name.

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete—
Glory to His name.

INTO MY HEART by Harry D. Clarke, 1924
Into my heart, into my heart,
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.
Come into today, come in to stay.
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

Out of my heart, out of my heart.
Shine out of my heart, Lord Jesus.
Shine out today, shine out to stay.
Shine out of my heart, Lord Jesus.

Rule in my heart, rule in my heart.
Thou King of my heart, Lord Jesus.
Make this thy throne, rule there alone.
Thou King of my heart, Lord Jesus.

JESUS LOVES EVEN ME (HYMN 492)
I am so glad that our Father in heaven
Tells of his love in the book He has given;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see—
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

I am so gad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me;
I am so gad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

Though I forget him and wander away,
Still he doth love me wherever I stray;
Back to his dear loving arms I would flee
When I remember that Jesus loves me.

O! if there’s only one song I can sing
When in his beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song in eternity be:
“O what a wonder that Jesus loves me!”

VICTORY IN JESUS (HYMN 496) by E.M. Bartlett, 1939
I heard an old, old story,
How a Savior came from glory,
How He gave His life on Calvary
To save a wretch like me;
I heard about His groaning,
Of His precious blood’s atoning,
Then I repented of my sins
And won the victory.

O victory in Jesus, my Savior, forever!
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming blood;
He loved me ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him,
He plunged me to victory,
Beneath the cleansing flood.

I heard about His healing,
Of His cleansing pow’r revealing.
How He made the lame to walk again
And caused the blind to see;
And then I cried, “Dear Jesus,
Come and heal my broken spirit,”
And somehow Jesus came and bro’t
To me the victory.

I heard about a mansion
He has built for me in glory.
And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea;
About the angels singing,
And the old redemption story,
And some sweet day I’ll sing up there
The song of victory.
© 1939 – Administrated by Integrated Copyright Group, Inc.

WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER (HYMN 500) by James M. Black, 1893
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright, and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

FOR ALL THE SAINTS (HYMN 508) by William Howe
For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
All are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

O may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave, again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia, Alleluia!

From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
And singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia, Alleluia!

SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER (HYMN 510), by Robert Lowry, 1864
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the bosom of the river,
Where the Savior-King we own,
We shall met and sorrow never
’Neath the glory of the throne.

Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

Soon we’ll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

ON JORDAN’S STORMY BANKS (HYMN 517) by Samuel Stennett, 1767
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

All o’er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore,
Where sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest?

ANOTHER YEAR IS DAWNING (Hymn 520) by Frances R. Havergal
Another year is dawning! dear Father, let it be,
In working or in waiting, another year with Thee;
Another year of leaning upon Thy loving breast;
Another year of trusting, of quiet, happy rest.

Another year of mercies, of faithfulness and grace;
Another year of gladness in the shining of Thy face;
Another year of progress, another year of praise,
Another year of proving Thy presence all the days.

Another year of service, of witness for Thy love;
Another year of training for holier work above.
Another year is dawning! dear Father, let it be,
On earth or else in heaven, another year for Thee.

MY COUNTRY, ’TIS OF THEE, (HYMN 529) by Samuel F. Smith, 1832.
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside,
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC (HYMN 530) by Julia Ward Howe, 1861
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before eHis judgment sea;
O be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feat!
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL (HYMN 531) by Katharine Lee Bates, 1913
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

JULY 4 MEDLEY
MY COUNTRY, ‘TIS OF THEE (HYMN 529 , VERSES 1,4)
My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!

Our fathers’ God to Thee, Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God our King.

GOD OF OUR FATHERS (HYMN 532, VERSES 1,4) by Daniel C Roberts (1876)
God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

WHOLE HYMN
GOD OF OUR FATHERS (HYMN 532) by Daniel C Roberts (1876)
God of our fathers, whose almighty hand
Leads forth in beauty all the starry band
Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies,
Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise.

Thy love divine hath led us in the past;
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast.
Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay,
Thy Word our law, Thy paths our chosen way.

From war’s alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defense;
Thy true religion in our hearts increase,;
Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace.

Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud, and praise be ever Thine.

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Hymns not in our book

FROM PSALM 103
Bless the Lord, O my soul, bless the Lord, O my soul,
and all that is within me bless His holy name!

FROM PSALM 103
O my soul, bless God the Father; all within me bless His name;
Bless the Father, and forget not all His mercies to proclaim.

Who forgiveth thy transgressions, thy diseases all who heals;
Who redeems thee from destruction, who with thee so kindly deals.

Bless the Father, all His creatures, ever under His control,
All throughout His vast dominion: Bless the Father, O my soul.

ALL MY HEART THIS NIGHT REJOICES
All my heart this night rejoices
As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices.
“Christ is born” their choirs are singing
Till the air everywhere now with joy is ringing.

Forth today the conqu’ror goeth,
who the foe, sin and woe, death and hell, o’erthroweth.
God is man, man to deliver;
his dear Son now is one with our blood forever.

Shall we still dread God’s displeasure,
who, to save, freely gave His most cherished treasure?
To redeem us, he has given
His dear Son from the throne of His might in heaven.

Come, then, banish all your sadness—
one and all, great and small, come with songs of gladness.
Love him who with love is glowing;
hail the star, near and far light and joy bestowing.

BEAUTIFUL STAR OF BETHLEHEM by Adger Pace
Oh, beautiful Star of Bethlehem,
shining afar through shadows dim,
Giving a light for those who long have gone;
And guiding the wise men on their way
unto the place where Jesus lay,

Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, shine on.
O beautiful Star of Bethlehem,
Shine upon us until the glory dawn;
Oh give us Thy light to light the way
into the land of perfect day.

Oh, beautiful Star, the hope of light,
guiding the pilgrim through the night,
Over the mountain till the break of dawn;
And into the light of perfect day
It will give out a lovely ray.

Oh, beautiful Star, the hope of rest,
for the redeemed, the good, the blest,
Yonder in glory when the crown is won;
For Jesus is now that Star divine,
brighter and brighter He will shine.

BEFORE THE THRONE OF GOD ABOVE by Charitie L. Bancroft, 1863; music by Vikki Cook
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea—
a great High Priest whose name is Love,
who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
my name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heav’n he stands
no tongue can bid me thence depart,
no tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
and tells me of the guilt within,
upward I look and see him there
who made an end to all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
my sinful soul is counted free;
for God the Just is satisfied
to look on him and pardon me,
to look on him and pardon me.

Behold him there! The risen Lamb,
my perfect, spotless righteousness;
the great unchangeable I AM,
the King of glory and of grace!
One with himself I cannot die,
my soul is purchased with his blood;
my life is hid with Christ on high,
with Christ, my Savior and my God,
with Christ, my Savior and my God.
D © 1997 Sovereign Grace Worship; ARR.; CCLI #692008

BRIGHTEST AND BEST by Reginald Heber, 1811, alt.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him in slumber reclining—
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all.

Shall we there bring him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer such ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart’s adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

Purer than gold is the sad heart’s contrition,
Sweeter than incense the spirit cast down;
Thus shines God’s favor on mankind’s condition,
Gifts such as these he accepts as his own.

Purer than gold is the sad heart’s contrition,
Sweeter than incense one broken in spirit;
Thus shines God’s favor on mankind’s condition,
Thus unconditional love we inherit.

CHILDREN OF THE HEAVENLY FATHER
Children of the heav’nly Father
safely in His bosom gather.
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
such a refuge e’er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish:
In His holy courts they flourish.
From all evil things He spares them:
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
from the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
and their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh.
His the loving purpose solely
to preserve them pure and holy.

DEAR REFUGE OF MY WEARY SOUL by Anne Steele, 1760
Dear refuge of my weary soul, on thee when sorrows rise,
On thee when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief, for thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel.

But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail, and all my hopes decline.
Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust,
And still my soul would cleave to thee, though prostrate in the dust.

Hast thou not bid me seek thy face, and shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace be deaf when I complain?
No, still the ear of sovereign grace attends the mourner’s prayer!
Oh, may I ever find access to breathe my sorrows there.

Thy mercy seat is open still; there let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.
Thy mercy seat is open still, there let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

DOXOLOGY (Old Hundredth)
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.

FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Lord our God, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flow’r,
Sun and moon and stars of light:
Lord our God, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For Thy Church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Off’ring up on ev’ry shore
Her pure sacrifice of love:
Lord our God, to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

FOR THE FRUIT OF ALL CREATION
For the fruit of all creation
Thanks be to God!
For His gifts to ev’ry nation,
Thanks be to God.
For the plowing, sowing, reaping,
Silent growth while we are sleeping,
Future needs in earth’s safekeeping,
Thanks be to God.

In the just reward of labor,
God’s will is done.
In the help we give our neighbor,
God’s will is done.
In our world-wide task of caring
For the hungry and despairing,
In the harvests we are sharing,
God’s will is done.

For the harvests of the Spirit,
Thanks be to God.
For the good we all inherit,
Thanks be to God.
For the wonders that astound us,
For the truths that still confound us,
Most of all, that love has found us,
Thanks be to God.

(COMPACT VERSION)
FOR THE FRUIT OF ALL CREATION
For the fruit of all creation, thanks be to God!
For His gifts to ev’ry nation, thanks be to God.
For the plowing, sowing, reaping,
Silent growth while we are sleeping,
Future needs in earth’s safekeeping, thanks be to God.

In the just reward of labor, God’s will is done.
In the help we give our neighbor, God’s will is done.
In our world-wide task of caring
For the hungry and despairing,
In the harvests we are sharing, God’s will is done.

For the harvests of the Spirit, thanks be to God.
For the good we all inherit, thanks be to God.
For the wonders that astound us,
For the truths that still confound us,
Most of all, that love has found us, thanks be to God.

FROM HEAVEN HIGH I COME TO YOU by Martin Luther
From Heaven high I come to you;
I bring you tidings good and new!
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
whereof I now will say and sing.

To you this night is born a child
of Mary, chosen virgin mild.
This little child of lowly birth
shall be the joy of all the earth.

This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
who in all need shall aid afford.
He will himself your Savior be,
from all your sins to set you free.

These are the tokens you shall mark:
the swaddling clothes and manger dark.
There you shall find the infant laid,
by whom the heav’n and earth were made.

Now let us all, with gladsome cheer,
go with the shepherds and draw near
to see the precious Gift of God,
who has his own dear son bestowed.

Welcome to earth, thou noble guest,
through whom the sinful world is blest!
In my distress thou com’st to me;
what thanks shall I return to thee?

GIVE PRAISE TO GOD WHO REIGNS ABOVE. Words by James Montgomery Boice, music by Paul S. Jones
Give Praise to God who reigns above,
for perfect knowledge, wisdom, love;
His judgments are divine, devout,
his paths beyond all tracing out.

Come, lift your voice to heaven’s high throne,
And glory give to God alone!

No one can counsel God all-wise
or truths unveil to his sharp eyes;
he marks our paths behind, before;
he is our steadfast counselor.

Nothing exists that God might need,
for all things good from him proceed.
We praise him as our Lord, and yet,
we never place him in our debt.

Creation, life, salvation too,
and all things else both good and true,
come from and through our God always,
and fill our hearts with grateful praise.

(TRADITIONAL VERSION)
GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go, tell it on the mountain—
That Jesus Christ is born.

While shepherds kept their watching
O’er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light.

The shepherds feared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our Savior’s birth.

The wise men came to worship
The holy child straight way;
They found God’s great salvation
He sent to us that day.

(BRAD’S VERSION)
GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and ev’rywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain:
That Jesus Christ is born!

The shepherds all were watching
While seated on the ground;
A light from heav’n descended
And glory shone around.

This light shone in the heavens
To cover all the earth.
It was a sign to tell men
About our Savior’s birth.

The wise men came to worship
The holy child that day;
They found Him in a manger
A-sleeping on the hay.

GOD OF GRACE AND GOD OF GLORY
Godof grace and God of glory, on thy people pour thy power;
Crown thine ancient church’s story; bring her bud to glorious flower.
Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, for the facing of this hour,
For the facing of this hour.

Lo! the hosts of evil round us scorn thy Christ, assail his ways!
Fears and doubts too long have bound us; free our hearts to work and praise.
Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, for the living of these days,
For the living of these days.

Cure thy children’s warring madness, bend our pride to thy control;
Shame our wanton, selfish gladness, rich in things and poor in soul.
Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, lest we miss thy kingdom’s goal,
Lest we miss thy kingdom’s goal.

Save us from weak resignation to the evils we deplore;
Let the search for thy salvation be our glory evermore.
Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, serving thee whom we adore,
Serving thee whom we adore.

GOD OF THE AGES
God of the ages, history’s maker,
Planning our pathway, holding us fast,
shaping in mercy all that concerns us,
Father, we praise you, Lord of the past.

God of this morning, gladly your children
Worship before you, trustingly bow.
Teach us to know you, always among us,
Quietly sovereign, Lord of our now.

God of tomorrow, strong overcomer,
princes of darkness own your command.
What then can harm us? We are your people,
Now and forever kept by your hand.

Lord of past ages, Lord of this morning,
Lord of the future, help us, we pray:
Teach us to trust you, love and obey you,
Crown you each moment, Lord of today.

GOD OF THE SPARROWS by Jaroslav Vajda
God of the sparrow, God of the whale,
God of the swirling stars—
How does the creature say ‘Awe’?
How does the creature say ‘Praise’?

God of the earthquake, God of the storm,
God of the trumpet blast—
How does the creature cry ‘Woe’?
How does the creature cry ‘Save’?

God of the rainbow, God of the cross,
God of the empty grave—
How does the creature say ‘Grace’?
How does the creature say ‘Thanks’?

God of the hungry, God of the sick,
God of the prodigal—
How does the creature say ‘Care’?
How does the creature say ‘Life’?

God of the neighbor, God of the foe,
God of the pruning hook—
How does the creature say ‘Love’?
How does the creature say ‘Peace’?

God of the ages, God near at hand,
God of the loving heart—
How do your children say ‘Joy’?
How do your children say ‘Love’?
(Words © 1983 by Jaroslav Vajda. Music © 1983 G.I.A. Productions, Inc.; CCLI #692008)

GOD REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN (PRESBY. HYMNBOOK VERSION)
God rest you merry, gentlemen;
Let nothing you dismay;
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray.

Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.

From God our heavenly Father
A blessed angel came,
And unto certain shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
And God send you a joyous New Year.

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface.
Love and joy come to you
and to you glad tidings too,
And God bless you and send you
A happy New Year,

GOD REST YE MERRY, GENTLEMEN (SQUAT VERSION, OLD FORMS)
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay;
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s pow’r when we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

From God our heavenly Father a blessed angel came,
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same,
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name.

“Fear not, then,” said the angel, “Let nothing you afright;
This day is born a Savior of a pure virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him from Satan’s power and might.”

GOD REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN (ORIGINAL WORDS)
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan’s power when we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

In Bethlehem, in Israel, this blessèd Babe was born,
And laid within a manger upon this blessèd morn;
The which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.

From God our heavenly Father a blessèd angel came;
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name.

“Fear not, then,” said the angel, “Let nothing you afright
This day is born a Savior of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him from Satan’s power and might.”

The shepherds at those tidings rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding in tempest, storm and wind,
And went to Bethl’em straightaway this blessèd Babe to find.

But when to Bethlehem they came where our dear Savior lay,
They found Him in a manger where oxen feed on hay;
His mother Mary kneeling unto the Lord did pray.

Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas all others doth deface.

God bless the ruler of this house, and send him long to reign,
And many a merry Christmas may live to see again;
Among your friends and kindred that live both far and near—

That God send you a happy new year, happy new year,
And God send you a happy new year.

GOD, THE FATHER OF YOUR PEOPLE
(tune: “Brethren, We Have Met to Worship”

God, the Father of your people, You have called us to be one.
Grant us grace to walk together in the joy of Christ Your Son.
Challenged by Your Word and Spirit, blessed with gifts from heav’n above,
As one body we will serve You, and bear witness to Your love.

In the garden hear Christ praying, “Father, make My foll’wers one.”
Yet, His prayer we are betraying with each person whom we shun.
Let our pride and selfish motives bow to pray, “Your will be done,”
Till the world shall shout together, “Amen, Amen, Love has won!”

May the grace of Christ, our Savior, and the Father’s boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit’s favor, rest upon us from above.
May we now remain in union with each other and the Lord,
And possess, in sweet communion, joys that earth cannot afford.

GOOD CHRISTIAN MEN, REJOICE
Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice!
Give ye heed to what we say:
Jesus Christ is born today!
Ox and ass before Him bow
And He is in the manger now:
Christ is born today,
Christ is born today!

Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice!
Now ye hear of endless bliss:
Jesus Christ was born for this!
He has opened heaven’s door
And man is blessed evermore.
Christ was born for this,
Christ was born for this!

Good Christian men, rejoice
With heart and soul and voice!
Now ye need not fear the grave:
Jesus Christ was born to save—
Calls you one and calls you all
To gain His everlasting hall.
Christ was born to save,
Christ was born to save!

HANDWRITING ON THE WALL , THE , by Knowles Shaw, 1868
At the feast of Belshazzar and a thousand of his lords,
While they drank from golden vessels, as the Book of Truth records,
In the night, as they reveled in the royal palace hall,
They were seized with consternation—’twas the Hand upon the wall!

’Tis the hand of God on the wall!
’Tis the hand of God on the wall!
Shall the record be “Found wanting!”
Or shall it be “Found trusting!”
While that hand is writing on the wall?

See the brave captive, Daniel, as he stood before the throng,
And rebuked the haughty monarch for his mighty deeds of wrong;
As he read out the writing—’twas the doom of one and all,
For the kingdom now was finished—said the Hand upon the wall!

See the faith, zeal and courage, that would dare to do the right,
Which the Spirit gave to Daniel—’twas the secret of his might,
In his home in Judea, or a captive in the hall,
He understood the writing of his God upon the wall!

So our deeds are recorded—there’s a Hand that’s writing now:
Sinner, give your heart to Jesus, to His royal mandates bow;
For the day is approaching—it must come to one and all,
When the sinners’ condemnation will be written on the wall!
www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/a/n/handwrit.htm

I’D RATHER HAVE JESUS by Rhea F. Miller and George Beverly Shea
I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands.
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand,

Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin’s dread sway.
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.

I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I’d rather have Jesus than worldwide fame.
I’d rather be true to His holy name.

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He’s sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He’s all that my hungering spirit needs.
I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
(© 1939, 1966 Chancel Music, Inc.; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

IN THANKSGIVING LET US PRAISE HIM
From the first bright light of morning
to the last warm glow of dusk,
Every breath we take is sacred
for it is God’s gift to us.

In thanksgiving let us praise Him,
In thanksgiving let us sing
songs of praise and adoration
to our gracious Lord and king.

In the season of our plenty,
in the season of our need,
we will find His grace sufficient,
we will find His love complete.

Safe within His hand that guides us
Hidden in His healing wings;
Day by day His love provides us
Every good and perfect thing.

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY
Infant holy, infant lowly,
For His bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
Noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.

Flocks were sleeping; shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new
Saw the glory, heard the story,
Tidings of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
Praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the Babe was born for you.
Christ the babe was born for you.

INTO MY HEART by Harry D. Clarke, 1924
Into my heart, into my heart,
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.
Come into today, come in to stay.
Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.

Out of my heart, out of my heart.
Shine out of my heart, Lord Jesus.
Shine out today, shine out to stay.
Shine out of my heart, Lord Jesus.

Rule in my heart, rule in my heart.
Thou King of my heart, Lord Jesus.
Make this thy throne, rule there alone.
Thou King of my heart, Lord Jesus.

JESUS CHRIST IS RISEN TODAY
Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once, upon the cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!
Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save, Alleluia!

But the pains which He endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation hath procured, Alleluia!
Now above the sky He’s king, Alleluia!
Where the angels ever sing, Alleluia!

Sing we to our God above, Alleluia!
Praise eternal as His love, Alleluia!
Praise Him, all you heavenly host, Alleluia!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia!

LAVISH CARE, ABUNDANT BEAUTY
Lavish love, abundant beauty,
Gracious gifts for heart and hand,
Life that fills the soul and senses—
All burst forth at Your command.
Lord, our Lord, Eternal Father,
Great Creator, God and Friend,
Boundless pow’r gave full expression
To Your love which knows no end.

Who am I that You should love me,
Meet my ev’ry need from birth?
Why invest Yourself so fully
In a creature made of earth?
In Your loving heart You planned me,
Fashioned me with greatest care;
Through my soul You breathed Your Spirit,
Planted Your own image there.

I am Yours, Eternal Father,
All my body, mind and heart.
Take and use me to Your glory,
Form Yourself in ev’ry part.
Lord, Your love brings joy and gladness
Flowing forth within my soul.
May my very breath and being
Rise to You, their source and goal.
(© 1986 Word Music; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI#692008)

LET ALL MORTAL FLESH KEEP SILENCE (Greek, ca AD 275)
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand:
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
for with blessing in His hand
Christ our God to earth descendeth
our full homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary,
as of old on earth He stood,
Lord of Lords in human vesture,
in the Body and the Blood,
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
That the pow’rs of hell may vanish
as the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six-winged seraphs,
cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the Presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry,
“Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord most high!”

LET ALL THINGS NOW LIVING
Let all things now living a song of thanksgiving
To God the creator triumphantly raise!
Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us,
Who guideth us unto the end of our days.

His banners are o’er us, his light goes before us,
A pillar of fire shining forth through the night,
Till shadows have vanished and darkness is banished
As forward we travel from light unto light.

His law he enforces: the stars in their courses,
The sun in his orbit, obediently shine.
The hills and the mountains, the rivers and fountains,
the depths of the ocean proclaim him divine.

We too should be voicing our love and rejoicing:
With glad adoration, a song let us raise,
Till all things now living unite in thanksgiving—
To God in the highest, hosanna and praise!

LIFT HIM UP by Johnson Oatman, Jr., and B.B. Beall
How to reach the masses, men of every birth,
For an answer Jesus gave the key:
“And I, if I be lifted up from the earth,
Will draw all men unto Me.”

Lift Him up, Lift Him up,
Still He speaks from eternity:
“And I, if I be lifted up from the earth,
Will draw all men unto Me.”

Oh! the world is hungry for the Living Bread,
Lift the Savior up for them to see;
Trust Him, and do not doubt the words that He said,
“I’ll draw all men unto Me.”

Don’t exalt the preacher, don’t exalt the pew;
Preach the Gospel simple, full and free;
Prove Him and you will find that promise is true,
“I’ll draw all men unto Me.”

Lift Him up by living as a Christian ought,
Let the world in you the Savior see;
Then men will gladly follow Him who once taught,
“I’ll draw all men unto Me.”

LORD, THY CHURCH ON EARTH IS SEEKING
(John 4:35) by Hugh Sherlock
Lord, thy church on earth is seeking
Thy renewal from above;
Teach us all the art of speaking
With the accent of thy love.
We would heed thy great commission:
“Go ye into every place;
Preach, baptize, fulfill my mission,
Serve with love, and share my grace.”

Freedom give to those in bondage;
Lift the burdens caused by sin;
Give new hope, new strength and courage,
Grant release from tears within.
Light for darkness, joy for sorrow;
Love for hatred, peace for strife.
These and countless blessings follow
As the Spirit gives new life.

In the streets of every city
Where the bruised and lonely dwell,
We shall show the Savior’s pity,
We shall all his mercy tell.
In all lands and with all races,
We shall serve and seek to bring
All the world to render praises,
Christ to thee, redeemer, king.

MORNING HAS BROKEN by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew-fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise every morning,
God’s re-creation of the new day!

MORNING STAR by FF Hagen
Morning Star, O cheering sight!
Ere Thou cam’st, how dark earth’s night! (repeat)
Jesus mine, In me shine;
In me shine, Jesus mine:
Fill my heart with light divine.

Morning Star, Thy glory bright
Far exceeds the sun’s clear light. (repeat)
Jesus be, Constantly, Constantly, Jesus be
More than thousand suns to me.

Thy glad beams, Thou Morning Star,
Cheer the nations near and far. (repeat)
Thee we own, Lord alone, Lord alone, Thee we own.

Man’s great Savior, God’s dear Son.
Morning Star, my soul’s true light,
Tarry not, dispel my night: (repeat)
Jesus mine, In me shine; In me shine, Jesus mine,
Fill my heart with light divine.
(MORAVIAN HYMN, 1840)

MY SHEPHERD WILL SUPPLY MY NEED (Psalm 23) by Isaac Watts
My Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

OF THE FATHER’S LOVE BEGOTTEN
Of the Father’s love begotten, ere the worlds began to be,
He is alpha and omega, He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been, and that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

O ye heights of heav’n adore Him, angel hosts His praises sing;
Powers, dominions bow before Him, and extol our God and King;
Let no tongue on earth be silent, every voice in concert ring,
Evermore and evermore!

Christ, to Thee with God the Father And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving
And unwearied praises be.
Honor, glory, and dominion, and eternal victory,
Evermore and evermore!

O GOD BEYOND ALL PRAISING by Michael Perry 1982, music by Gustav Holst 1913
O God beyond all praising, we worship you today
and sing the love amazing that songs cannot repay;
for we can only wonder at every gift you send,
at blessings without number and mercies without end:
we lift our hearts before you and wait upon your Word,
we honor and adore you, our great and mighty Lord.

The flower of earthly splendor in time must surely die,
its fragile bloom surrender to you, the Lord most high;
but hidden from all nature the eternal seed is sown—
though small in mortal stature, to heaven’s garden grown:
for Christ, your gift from heaven, from death has set us free,
and we through him are given the final victory.

Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring,
that we who know your favor may serve you as our King;
and whether our tomorrows be filled with good or ill,
we’ll triumph through our sorrows and rise to bless you still:
to marvel at your beauty and glory in your ways,
and make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise.

O HOLY NIGHT (French original)
Minuit, chrétiens,
C’est l’heure solennelle
Où l’homme dieu descendit jusqu’à nous
Pour effacer la tache originelle
Et de son père arrêter le courroux.
Le monde entier tressaille d’espérance
En cette nuit qui lui donne un sauveur.

Peuple à genoux,
Attends ta délivrance!
Noël! Noël! Voici le Rédempteur!
Noël! Noël! Voici le Rédempteur!

Le Rédempteur
A brisé toute entrave:
La terre est libre et le ciel est ouvert.
Il voit un Frère où n’était qu’un esclave;
L’amour unit ceux qu’enchaînait le fer.
Qui lui dira notre reconnaissance?
C’est pour nous tous qu’Il naît,
Qu’il souffre et meurt.

Peuple debout,
Chante ta délivrance!
Noël! Noël! Chantons le Rédempteur!
Noël! Noël! Chantons le Rédempteur!

O HOLY NIGHT by Placide Cappeau (1843), tune by Adolphe Adam (1847)
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the world felt its worth.
A thrill of hope—the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men from Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our Friend!
He knows our need—to our weakness is no stranger.
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His Name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy Name!
Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!

O LORD, MAY CHURCH AND HOME COMBINE (To the tune of Hymn 417)
O Lord, may church and home combine to teach thy perfect way,
With gentleness and love like thine, that none shall ever stray.

Let all unworthy aims depart, imbue us with thy grace;
Within the home let every heart become they dwelling place.

Shine, Light Divine; reveal they face where darkness else might be.
Grant, Love Divine, in every place glad fellowship with Thee.

May steadfast faith and earnest prayer keep sacred vows secure;
Build Thou a hallowed dwelling where true joy and peace endure.
(Words from “Thirteen New Marriage and Family Life Hymns,” © 1961 by the Hymn Society of America; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

O LOVE INCOMPREHENSIBLE
What pain, what soul-oppressing pain,
The Great Redeemer bore,
While bloody sweat like drops of rain
Distilled from every pore!

O Love incomprehensible
That made Thee bleed for me!
The Judge of all has suffered death
To set His prisoner free.

Arraigned at Pilate’s shameful bar,
Unparalleled disgrace!
See spotless innocence appear
In guilt’s detested place.

The spotless Savior lived for me,
And died upon the mount;
The obedience of His life and death
Is placed to my account!

“’Tis finished!” now aloud He cries,
No more the Law requires;
And now, amazing sacrifice,
The Lord of Life expires!

On Thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath Thy cross I fall:
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Savior and my All!

OUT OF THE DEPTHS by Thelma Gross
Out of the depths of my soul I cry,
Jesus draw nigh, Jesus draw nigh;
Lord, lend an ear to my earnest plea.
Jesus, draw nearer to me.

O Lord, hear Thou my pleading,
Speak to my soul, cleanse and make whole,
Let me forever in Thee abide,
Lord, let me walk by Thy side.

Lord, let my life consecrated be,
Hidden in Thee, Hidden in Thee,
Let me forever Thy word obey.
Lord, draw me closer each day.

O Lord, I want to labor,
Faithful each day, in this true way,
Telling the world what a Savior I’ve found,
Spreading the Gospel around.

Out of the depths of my soul I plead,
Jesus hear me, Jesus hear me,
Let me steadfast in Thy word e’er be.
That no sin might be seen in me.

Increase Thou my faith, Lord,
Deeper in Thee, let me e’er be
So that no sin might be found in me,
Lord, draw me closer to Thee.

A PARTING HYMN WE SING – Aaron R. Wolfe
A parting hymn we sing,
Around Your table, Lord;
Again our grateful tribute bring,
Our solemn vows record.

Here have we seen Your face,
And felt Your presence here;
So may the savor of Your grace
In word and life appear.

The purchase of Your blood,
By sin no longer led,
The path our dear Redeemer trod
May we rejoicing tread.

In self-forgetting love
Be our communion shown,
Until we join the Church above,
And know as we are known.

REJOICE, THE LORD IS KING
Rejoice, the Lord is King:
your Lord and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing
and triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Jesus, the Savior, 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!

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
are to our Jesus given:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

ST. PATRICK’S BREASTPLATE
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One, and One in Three.

I bind this day to me for ever,
By power of faith, Christ’s Incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan;
His death on cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb;
His riding up the heavenly way;
His coming at the day of doom:
I bind unto myself today.

I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, his might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need;
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, his shield to ward;
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One, and One in Three.
Of whom all nature hath creation;
Eternal Father, Spirit Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord. Amen.

SINCE JESUS CAME INTO MY HEART
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.

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!

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!

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!

I shall go there to dwell in the 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!
(© 1942 RODEHEAVER CO.; ARR. ICS UBP; CCLI #692008)

SONG FOR THE NATIONS (Matthew 28:19)
By Chris Christensen
May we be a shining light to the nations,
A shining light to the peoples of the earth,
Till the whole world sees the glory of your name.
May your pure light shine through us.

May we bring a word of hope to the nations,
A word of life to the peoples of the earth,
Till the whole world knows there’s salvation through your name.
May your mercy flow through us.

May we be a healing balm to the nations,
A healing balm to the peoples of the earth,
Till the whole world knows the power of your name.
May your healing flow through us.

May we sing a song of joy to the nations,
A song of praise to the peoples of the earth,
Till the whole world rings with the praises of your name.
May your song be sung through us.

May your kingdom come to the nations,
Your will be done to the peoples of the earth,
Till the whole world knows that Jesus Christ is Lord.
May your kingdom come in us.
@ 1986 INTEGRITY’S HOSANNA MUSIC; CCLI #692008)

SPEAK, LORD, IN THE STILLNESS
Speak, Lord, in the stillness, while I wait on thee—
Hush’d my heart to listen in expectancy.

Speak, o blessèd Master, in this quiet hour;
Let me see thy face, Lord, feel thy touch of power.

For the words thou speakest, they are life indeed;
Living Bread from heaven, now my spirit feed!

All to thee is yielded—I am not my own!
Blissful, glad surrender—I am thine alone.

Fill me with the knowledge of thy glorious will;
All thine own good pleasure in thy child fulfill.

THE LOVE OF GOD by F.M. Lehman (1917)
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from His sin.

Oh love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When time shall end and pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall;
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call;
God’s love, so sure, shall still endure
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race
The saints’ and angel’s song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Tho stretched from sky to sky.

THE WORD MADE FLESH
The Word made flesh has dwelt among us,
Full of grace and full of truth.
We beheld His wondrous glory
Of the only Son of God.

We have beheld His glory,
And we have seen the light.
Anointed Prince of glory,
We marvel at Thy sight.

The Word made flesh has dwelt among us,
From His fullness we received
Grace on grace and lasting mercy,
Truth and wisdom, hope and peace.

THY MERCY, MY GOD, IS THE THEME OF MY SONG
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.

Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here;
Sin would reduce me to utter despair.
But through thy free goodness my spirits revive
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep to the praise of the mercy I’ve found.

Great Father of Mercies, thy goodness I own
And the covenant love of thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine!
Words by John Stocker, 1776. Music © 2001 Sandra McCracken.
Same Old Dress Music, CCLI #1632464

WATCHMAN, TELL US OF THE NIGHT
Watchman, tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.
Traveler, o’er yon mountain’s height,
See that glory beaming star.
Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Traveler, yes—it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

Watchman, tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth its course portends.
Watchman, will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveler, ages are its own;
See, it bursts o’er all the earth.

Watchman, tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveler, darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God is come!

WE THREE KINGS
We three kings of Orient are:
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

O Star of wonder, Star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect light.

Born a Babe on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold we bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God on high.

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorr’wing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice!
Alleluia, alleluia,
Earth to Heaven replies.

WELCOME, HAPPY MORNING! (Salve, festa dies by Venantius Fortunatus, ca. 509; music by A. S. Sullivan)
“Welcome, happy morning!” age to age shall say.
Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today!
Lo! the dead is living, God forevermore;
Him, their true creator, all his works adore.

“Welcome, happy morning!” age to age shall say.
Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today!

Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring—
All good gifts returned with her returning king.
Blooms in every meadow, leaves on every bough,
Speak his sorrows ended, hail his triumph now.

Months in due succession, days of lengthening light,
Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight.
Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea,
Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee.

Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all,
Thou from heaven beholding human nature’s fall,
Of the Father’s Godhead true and only Son,
Mankind to deliver, manhood didst put on.

Thou of life the author, death didst undergo,
Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show.
Come, then, true and faithful, now fulfill thy word.
’Tis thine own third morning: rise, o buried Lord!

Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan’s chain;
All that now is fallen raise to life again;
Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see;
Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee!

WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS?
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
what wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
to bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
what wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, that caused the lord of life
to lay aside his crown for my soul, for my soul,
to lay aside his crown for my soul.

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing,
to God and to the Lamb, I will sing.
To God and to the Lamb who is the great I AM,
while millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
while millions join the theme I will sing.

And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
and when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing and joyful be,
and through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
and through eternity I’ll sing on.

WHEN STUBBORN ISRAEL REFUSED
When stubborn Israel refused
To heed the prophet’s word
but went its own perverted way
And disobeyed the Lord,

He sent the King of Babylon
To put them to the sword
Or drag them weeping far away
To serve a godless horde.

Dear Lord, let us, thus fairly warned,
Turn not away from you,
But, putting down our stubborn wills,
Seek what you’d have us do.
(to tune Regent Square, Hymn 99) RMcC/Pumphrey

WORSHIP CHRIST, THE RISEN KING
Rise, oh Church, and lift your voices—
Christ has conquered death and hell.
Sing as all the earth rejoices;
Resurrection anthems swell.
Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the Risen King!

See the tomb where death had laid him:
Empty now, its mouth declares,
“Death and I could not contain him,
For the Throne of Life he shares.”
Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the Risen King!

Hear the earth protest and tremble,
See the stone removed with power;
All hell’s minions may assemble
But cannot withstand His hour.
He has conquered, He has conquered,
Christ the Lord, the Risen King!

Doubt may lift its head to murmur,
Scoffers mock and sinners jeer;
But the truth proclaims a wonder
Thoughtful hearts receive with cheer.
He is risen, He is risen,
Now receive the Risen King!

We acclaim your life, oh Jesus—
Now we sing your victory;
Sin or hell may seek to seize us
But your conquest keeps us free.
Stand in triumph, stand in triumph,
Worship Christ, the Risen King!

YOUR SUPPER, LORD,BEFORE US SPREAD – Joseph E. Green
Your supper, Lord, before us spread,
The cup beside the broken bread,
Reminds us of your life laid down—
The shameful cross, the thorny crown.

Your sacrifice was for our gain;
To save us, Lord, You bore the pain.
Your love is clear for all to see;
Your sacrifice has set us free.

In fellowship with You we feel
That You are here, Your presence real;
For You have risen and now live
Within our hearts, new life to give.

Now may the worship we know here
Remind us You are always near;
Help us to live our lives each day
In love and faith, O Lord, we pray.

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

SPRING UP, O WELL (Traditional spiritual)
I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me;
Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see,
Opens prison doors, sets the captives free.
I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me.
Spring up, O well, within my soul;
Spring up, O well, and make me whole;
Spring up, O well, and give to me
That life abundantly.

Pastor Sam Rabon
info@fbfellowship.org
207 N. Bridge Street
Farmville, Virginia 23901