Come let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Savior shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring:
The song with which high heaven will ring,
"Praises for grace divine."
How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is the righteousness,
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!
How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
We e’er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.
And soon the happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Savior, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we’ll spend
In singing still His grace.
O God! What Cords Of Love Are Thine ( 197 )
O God! what cords of love are Thine,
How gentle, yet how strong!
Thy truth and grace their strength combine
To draw our souls along.
The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And when the fight of faith begins,
Our strength is as the day.
Comfort through all this vale of tears,
In blest profusion flows;
And glory in unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.
Drawn by such cords we’ll onward move,
Till round the throne we meet,
And, captive in the chains of love,
Embrace our Savior’s feet.
Lord Accept Our Feeble Song! ( 198 )
Lord accept our feeble song!
Power and praise to Thee belong;
We would all Thy grace record,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!
Rich in glory, Thou didst stoop,
Thence is all Thy people’s hope;
Thou wast poor, that we might be
Rich in glory, Lord, with Thee.
When we think of love like this,
Joy and shame our hearts possess;
Joy, that Thou couldst pity thus;
Shame, for such returns from us.
Yet we hope the day to see
When, from every hindrance free,
When to Thee, in glory, brought,
We shall serve Thee as we ought.
All Praise And Glory, Jesus ( 199 )
All praise and glory, Jesus,
Be Thine for evermore!
Thou didst from guilt release us,
Our souls Thou dost restore;
And oh! Thy grace transcending
Its’ fulness will declare,
When, from on high descending,
We meet Thee in the air.
Once We Stood In Condemnation ( 200 )
Once we stood in condemnation,
Waiting thus the sinner’s doom,
Christ in death has wrought salvation,
God has raised Him from the tomb.
As strangers then to God we lived,
Filled with enmity and fear;
Our souls from death He has reprieved,
Love revealed and brought us near.
Now we see in Christ’s acceptance
But the measure of our own;
Him who lay beneath our sentence,
Seated high upon the throne.
Quickened, raised, and Him seated,
We a full deliverance know;
Every foe has been defeated,
Every enemy laid low.
Now we have a life in union
With the risen life above;
Now we drink in sweet communion
Some rich foretaste of His love.
Soon, O Lord, in brightest glory,
All its vastness we’ll explore;
Soon we’ll cast our crowns before Thee,
Whilst we worship and adore.
We Fly Not From That All-Seeing Eye ( 201 )
We fly not from that all-seeing eye,
Which once we shunned, to hide ourselves in night;
The blood that purged our sins has brought us nigh,
To dwell in God’s own love, and walk in light;
Thee, holy, holy, holy, Lord, we love,
Whose holy will we now delight to learn and prove.
Sin can’t condemn, for grace has justified;
Sin shall not reign, for grace has set us free;
Sin we abhor, since Christ our Surety died;
His grace now rules our souls in liberty;
The grace that has the wondrous work begun
Shall crown with glory when its mighty work is done.
What Will It Be To Dwell Above ( 202 )
What will it be to dwell above,
And with the Lord of glory reign,
Since the blest knowledge of His love
So brightens all this dreary plain?
No heart can think, no tongue can tell
What joy ’twill be with Christ to dwell.
When left this scene of faith and strife,
The flesh and sense deceive no more,
When we shall see the Prince of life,
And all His works of grace explore:
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
And God has fixed the happy day
When the last tear shall dim our eyes;
When He will wipe these tears away,
And fill our hearts with glad surprise;
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And know the fulness of His grace.
O Jesus! Lamb Of God ( 203 )
O Jesus! Lamb of God,
Who us to save from loss,
Didst taste the bitter cup of death,
Upon the cross.
Most merciful High Priest,
Our Savior, Shepherd, Friend,
‘Tis in Thy love alone we trust
Until the end.
Thou wilt our souls sustain,
Our Guide and strength wilt be,
Until in glory Lord above,
Thy face we see.
‘Tis Sweet To Think Of Those At Rest ( 204 )
‘Tis sweet to think of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord,
Whose spirits now with Him are blest,
According to His word.
They once were pilgrims here with us;
In Jesus now they sleep:
And we for them, while resting thus,
As hopeless cannot weep.
How bright the resurrection-morn
On all the saints shall break!
The Lord Himself will then return,
His ransomed church to take.
Our Lord Himself we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed,
With Him for ever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head.
We cannot linger o’er the tomb;
The resurrection day
To faith shines bright beyond its gloom,
Christ’s glory to display.
Oh Would We Be As Angels Bright ( 205 )
Oh would we be as angels bright,
To stand before the throne in light,
And join the myriads that proclaim
The honor of th’ ascended Lamb?
Ah, no!–what losers were we thus;
We could not sing, He died for us!
We would not bear an angel’s name;
A sinner saved is what we claim.
We’d rather debtors be to grace
Than fill e’en Gabriel’s honored place,
And washed in Calvary’s precious flood,
Owe all to Christ’s atoning blood.
O Lord, We Know It Matters Not ( 206 )
O Lord, we know it matters not
How sweet the song may be;
No heart but of the Spirit taught
Makes melody to Thee.
Then teach Thy gathered saints, O Lord,
To worship in Thy fear;
And let Thy grace mould every word
That meets Thy holy ear.
Thou hast by blood made sinners meet
As saints in light, to come
And worship at the mercy-seat,
Before th’ eternal throne.
Thy precious name is all we show,
Our only passport, Lord;
And full assurance now we know,
Confiding in Thy word.
O largely give, ’tis all Thy own,
The Spirit’s goodly fruit:
Praise, issuing forth in life, alone
Our living Lord can suit.
Now May The God Of Peace And Love ( 207 )
Now may the God of peace and love,
Who from the silent grave
Brought back the Shepherd of the sheep,
Omnipotent to save–
Through the rich merits of that blood
Which He on Calvary spilt,
To make the gracious work secure,
On which our hopes are built–
Perfect our souls in every grace,
To do His blessed will,
And all that’s pleasing in His sight
Inspire us to fulfil.
For His, the risen Shepherd’s sake,
We every blessing pray;
With glory let His name be crowned
Through heaven’s eternal day.
In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes ( 208 )
In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
Waiting to see the Morning Star arise;
How bright, how gladsome will His advent be,
Before the Sun shines forth in majesty.
How will our eyes to see His face delight,
Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night!
How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,
Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice!
No stain within; no foes or snares around;
No jarring notes shall there discordant sound;
All pure without, all pure within the breast;
No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest.
If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus’ love
Lift our poor hearts this weary world above;
If even here the taste of heavenly springs
So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings;
What will the sunshine of His glory prove?
What the unmingled fulness of His love?
What hallelujahs will His presence raise?
What but one loud eternal burst of praise?
Our Times Are In Thy Hand ( 209 )
Our times are in Thy hand,
Father, we wish them there;
Our life, our soul, our all, we leave
Entirely to Thy care.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the crucified!
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the Advocate!
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain,
For us to supplicate.
Our times are in Thy hand,
We’d always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
"One Spirit With The Lord" ( 210 )
"One Spirit with the Lord";
O blessed, wondrous word!
What heavenly light, what power divine,
Doth that sweet word afford!
"One spirit with the Lord";
Jesus, the glorified,
Esteems the church for which He bled,
His body and His bride.
And though by storms assailed,
And though by trials pressed,
Himself our life, He bears us up
Right onward to the rest.
There we shall drink the stream
Of endless bliss above:
There we shall know, without a cloud,
His full, unbounded love.
O Jesus Christ, The Savior ( 211 )
O Jesus Christ, the Savior,
We only look to Thee;
‘Tis in Thy love and favor
Our souls find liberty.
When Satan seeks to sift us,
And shipwreck we might fear,
‘Tis this o’er all will lift us,
That Thou art ever near.
Yes, though the tempest round us
Seems safety to defy;
Though rocks and shoals surround us,
And billows swell on high–
Thou dost from all protest us,
And cheer us by Thy love;
Thy counsels still direct us
Safe to the rest above.
There with what joy reviewing
Past conflicts, dangers, fears,
Thy hand our foes subduing,
And drying all our tears,
Our hearts with rapture burning,
The path we shall retrace,
Where now our souls are learning
The riches of Thy grace.
Called From Above, And Heavenly Men By Birth ( 212 )
Called from above, and heavenly men by birth
(Who once were but the citizens of earth),
As pilgrims here, we seek a heavenly home,
Our portion in the ages yet to come.
Where all the saints of every clime shall meet,
And each with all shall all the ransomed greet,
But oh! the height of bliss, my Lord, shall be
To owe it all, and share it all with Thee.
Thou vast "the image," in man’s lowly guise,
Of the invisible to mortal eyes;
Come from His bosom, from the heavens above,
We see in Thee incarnate, "God is love."
Thy lips the Father’s name to us reveal;
What burning power in all Thy words we feel,
When to our raptured hearts we hear Thee tell
The heavenly glories which Thou know’st so well.
No curse of law, in Thee was sovereign grace,
And now what glory in Thine unveiled face!
Thou didst attract the wretched and the weak,
Thy joy the wand’rers and the lost to seek.
That precious stream of water and of blood
Which from Thy pierced side so freely flowed,
Has put away our sins of scarlet dye,
Washed us from every stain, and brought us nigh.
We are but strangers here, we do not crave
A home on earth, which gave Thee but a grave:
Thy cross has severed ties which bound us here,
Thyself our treasure in a brighter sphere.
On Calvary we’ve Adoring Stood ( 213 )
On Calvary we’ve adoring stood,
And gazed on that wondrous cross,
Where the holy, spotless Lamb of God
Was slain in His love for us;
How our hearts have stirred at that solemn cry,
While the sun was enrapt in night,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Most blessed, most awful sight.
Our sins were laid on His sacred head,
The curse by our Lord was borne;
For us a victim our Savior bled,
And endured that death of scorn;
Himself He gave our poor hearts to win–
(Was ever love, Lord, like Thine!)
From the paths of folly, and shame and sin,
And fill then with joys divine.
We’ve watched by the tomb where our Savior lay
When He entered the gloomy grave;
And by death the power of death might slay
And His lambs from the lion save.
Oh! glorious time when the Victor rose!
He liveth no more to die;
He hath bruised the head of our mighty foes,
For us was His victory!
The gates of heaven are opened wide,
At His name all the angels bow;
The Son of man who was crucified
Is the King of glory now:
We love to look up and behold Him there,
The Lamb for His chosen slain;
And soon shall His saints all His glories share,
With their Head and their Lord shall reign.
And now we draw near to the throne of grace,
For His blood and the Priest are there;
And we joyfully seek God’s holy face,
With our censer of praise and prayer.
The burning mount and the mystic veil,
With our terrors and guilt are gone;
Our conscience has peace that can never fail,
‘Tis the Lamb on high on the throne.
How Blessed Is Our Portion! When We Look ( 214 )
How blessed is our portion! when we look
Upward, within the veil, our life is there:
Our names are written in the Lamb’s own book,
For grace hath made us each with Him an heir
Of all those glories which by right belong
To Him , whose worthiness is heaven’s eternal song.
We have a Father in the heavens above,
We have a happy home prepared on high,
We have a Savior whose surpassing love
Made Him content e’en for our sins to die;
He fought, and has our cruel foes o’ercome
And has engaged to guard, and bring us safely home.
Yes! blessed is our portion! blessed He,
Who, in His grace before the world began,
Did set on us His love, sovereign and free,
On us the sinful heirs of dying man:
And blest us with all blessings in His Son
Whose priceless love our hearts from sin and folly won.
O Solemn Hour! O Hour Alone ( 215 )
O Solemn hour! O hour alone
In solitary might,
When God the Father’s only Son,
As man for sinners to atone,
Expires–amazing sight!
The Lord of glory crucified!
The Lord of life has bled and died!
O mystery of mysteries!
Of life and death the tree;
Center of two eternities,
Which look with rapt adoring eyes,
Onward and back to Thee–
O cross of Christ, where all His pain
And death in our eternal gain.
O how our inmost hearts do move,
While gazing on that cross;
The death of the Incarnate Love!
What shame, what grief, what joy we prove,
That He should die for us!
Our hearts were broken by that cry,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Worthy of death, O Lord we were;
That vengeance was our due;
In grace Thy spotless Lamb did bear
Himself our sins, and guilt and shame;
Justice our Surety slew,
With Him, our Surety we have died,
With Him we there were crucified.
Quickened with Him with life divine,
Raised with Him from the dead;
His own and all His own are Thine,
Shall with Him in His glories shine,
His church’s living Head!
We, who were worthy but to die,
Now with Him, "Abba, Father," cry.
Lord, We Rejoice That Thou Art Gone ( 216 )
Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father’s throne;
Thy path of shame and suffering o’er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.
With joy our wondering hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth of power and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than honey far more sweet.
O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?
We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Thy death the power of death did slay.
We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.
Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father’s home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ’twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!
Look, Look, Ye Saints, Within The Veil ( 217 )
Look, look, ye saints, within the veil
And raise your happy song;
Your joys can never, never fail,
For you to Christ belong.
O happy saints, for ever freed
From guilt and every care;
Dwell, dwell with your exalted Head,
And let your life be there.
And glory in you Lord and God;
See, see Him as He is;
Your robes are spotless through His blood,
Your happiness is His.
O think not of this world of woe,
Though subject still to grief;
But seek your portion there to know,
For this will give relief.
Aye trust, for ever trust in God,
For every promise given;
And dwell with Him through Jesus’ blood
Within the veil of heaven.
Soon Will The Master Come:Soon Pass Away ( 218 )
Soon will the Master come: soon pass away
Our times of conflict, grief, and suffering here;
Our nights of weeping end in cloudless day
And sorrow’s moment like a dream appear;
Eternity–with Jesus–in the skies–
How soon that Sun of righteousness may rise!
We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love,
We shall be with Him, whom we long to see;
We shall be like Him, fit for realms above,
With Him, and like Him, for eternity!
Is now to sit at Jesus’ feet our choice?
How will fruition then our souls rejoice!
Lord, What Is Man? ‘Tis He Who Died ( 219 )
Lord, what is man? ‘Tis He who died
And all Thy nature glorified;
Thy righteousness and grace displayed
When He for sin atonement made;
Obedient unto death, was slain–
Worthy is He o’er all to reign.
Thy counsels ‘ere the world began,
All centered in the Son of man;
Him destined to the highest place,
Head of His church through sovereign grace
To Him enthroned in majesty,
Let every creature bend the knee.
Worthy, O Son of man, art Thou
Of every crown that decks Thy brow;
Worthy art Thou to be adored,
And owned as universal Lord;
O, hasten that long-promised day,
When all shall own Thy rightful sway!
Our Hearts Are Full Of Christ, And Long ( 220 )
Our hearts are full of Christ, and long
Their glorious matter to declare!
Of Him we make our loftier song–
We cannot from His praise forbear:
Our ready tongues make haste to sing
The glories of the heavenly King.
Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenished are Thy lips with grace,
And full of love Thy tender heart.
God ever blest! we bow the knee,
And own all fulness dwells in Thee.
Happy They Who Trust In Jesus ( 221 )
Happy they who trust in Jesus;
Sweet their portion is and sure
When the foe on others seizes,
He will keep His own secure.
Happy people!
Happy, though despised and poor.
Since His love and mercy found us,
We are precious in His sight;
Thousands now may fall around us,
Thousands more be put to flight,
But His presence
Keeps us safe by day and night.
Lo! our Savior never slumbers,
Ever watchful is His care;
Though we cannot boast of numbers
In His strength secure we are.
Sweet their portion,
Who our Savior’s kindness share.
As the bird beneath her feathers,
Guards the objects of her care,
So the Lord His children gathers,
Spreads His wings and hides them there:
Thus protected
All their foes they boldly dare.
Everlasting Glory Be ( 222 )
Everlasting glory be,
God and Father, unto Thee!
‘Tis with joy Thy children raise
Hearts and voice in Thy praise.
Thou the light that showed our sin,
Showed how guilty we had been:
Thine the love that us to save
Thine own Son for sinners gave.
Called to share the rest of God
In the Father’s blest abode,
God of love, and God of light,
In Thy praises we unite.
Gladly we Thy grace proclaim,
Knowing now the Father’s name:
God and Father, unto Thee
Everlasting glory be!
O God Whose Wondrous Name Is Love ( 223 )
O God whose wondrous name is Love,
Whose grace has fashioned us anew,
Before Thy face now stands the Lamb,
Whom sinful man once pierced and slew;
For us Thy Son Thou didst not spare,
For us canst Thou cease to care?
O heavenly Father, grant us all
The new-born babe’s simplicity!
From us the doubtful mind remove;
We boast a God that cannot lie!
Taught to repose, through love divine,
On truth itself, on truth divine.
Thou art the Potter, we the clay,
Thy will be ours, Thy truth our light,
Thy love the fountain of our joy,
Thine arm a safeguard day and night,
Till Thou shalt wipe all tears away,
And bring forth everlasting day.
O That We Never Might Forget ( 224 )
O that we never might forget
What Christ has suffered for our sake,
To save our souls and make us meet
Of all Thy glories to partake;
But keeping this in mind press on
To glory and the victor’s crown.
But, gracious Lord, when we reflect
How apt to turn the eye from Thee,
Forget Thee, too, with sad neglect,
And listen to the enemy,
And yet to find Thee still the same–
‘Tis this that humbles us with shame.
Astonished at Thy feet we fall,
Thy love exceeds our highest thought,
Henceforth be Thou our all in all,
Thou who our souls with blood hast bought;
May we henceforth more faithful prove,
And ne’er forget Thy ceaseless love.
‘Mid Scenes Of Confusion And Creature Complaints ( 225 )
‘Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
To feel in communion a foretaste of home.
Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
A thrice-blessed Savior whose love cannot cease!
Though oft amid trials and dangers we roam,
With Thine we’re united, and hasting towards home.
While here, in the valley of conflict, we stay,
O give us submission and strength as the day:
Soon free from afflictions, to Thee we shall come,
And find with our Savior a heavenly home.
Whate’er Thou deniest, O give us Thy grace,
Thy Spirit’s blest witness, the smiles of Thy face;
And grant us still patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, never-ceasing, the foretaste of home.
We wait, blessed Lord in Thy beauties to shine,
To see Thee in glory–the glory divine;
With all Thy redeemed, from the earth, from the tomb,
To be to Thy praise, blessed Savior at home.