Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Calls for ceaseless songs of praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love:
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it
With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.
Gracious Lord! My Heart Is Fixed ( A6 )
Gracious Lord! my heart is fixed
Sing I will, and sing of Thee,
Since the cup that justice mixed
Thou hast drunk, and drunk for me:
Great Deliverer!
Thou hast set the prisoner free.
Many were the chains that bound me,
But the Lord has loosed them all:
Arms of mercy now surround me,
Favors these, nor few, nor small:
Savior keep me!
Keep Thy servant, lest he fall.
Fair the scene that lies before me,
Life eternal Jesus gives;
While He waves His banner o’er me,
Sure His promise!
I shall live because He lives.
When the world would bid me leave Thee,
Telling me of shame and loss,
Savior, guard me, lest I grieve Thee,
Lest I cease to love Thy cross:
This is treasure;
All the rest I count but dross.
Blest Be The God And Father ( A7 )
Blest be the God and Father
Of Jesus Christ the Son,
Who chose us for all blessing
Ere time had yet begun,
That we redeemed–His children–
Might dwell with Him above,
And know the depth and fulness
Of His unbounded love.
Where all those deep affections,
Which fill the Father’s heart,
Shall find their satisfaction,
Their joy to us impart;
Where we, His throne surrounding,
Shall Abba, Father, say,
Within those many mansions
Prepared for that day.
E’en whilst we here are waiting,
His rest on high to share,
We know our blest relation
As children to Him there,
And by His Spirit’s leading,
We Abba, Father, cry;
With ever-growing longing
We seek our home on high.
My Soul, Repeat His Praise ( A8 )
My soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
High as the heavens are raised
Above the earth we tread,
So far the riches of God’s grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.
Man’s life is as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.
We Cannot Always Trace The Way ( A9 )
We cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, doth lead,
But we can always surely say,
That God is love.
When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O’er earth–our souls, to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring,
For God is love.
When clouds hang o’er our darkened path,
We’ll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
Yes, Thou art love–a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.
Though Dark Be Our Way, Since God Is Our Guide ( A10 )
Though dark be our way, since God is our Guide,
‘Tis ours to obey; ’tis His to provide:
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken shall surely prevail.
His love in times past forbids us to think
He’ll leave us at last in trouble to sink:
The Lamb in His glory is ever in view,
The pledge and the proof He will help us quite through.
And since all we meet must work for our good,
The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food:
Though painful at present, ’twill cease before long,
And then how triumphant the conqueror’s song!
What Cheering Words Are These! ( A11 )
What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternal days–
"’Tis with believers well!"
In every state secure,
Watched by the Savior’s eye,
‘Tis well with them should life endure,
And well if called to die.
Well in affliction’s ways,
Or on the mount with God;
Well when they joy and sing and praise,
Or buffet with the flood.
‘Tis well when joys arise,
‘Tis well when sorrows flow,
Or darkness seems to veil the skies,
And strong temptations grow.
‘Tis well when on the mount
They feast and joy in love;
And ’tis as well, in God’s account,
When they the furnace prove.
But above all, how well
When Jesus speaks the word,
And, at the trumpet’s sounding swell,
They rise to meet their God!
What Though the Accuser Roar ( A12 )
What though th’ accuser roar
Of ills that I have done!
I know them well, and thousands more:
Jehovah findeth none.
Sin, Satan, death appear
To harass and appal;
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
Backward they go and fall.
Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground,
Along life’s narrow way.
I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus’ conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace
Right onward to my rest.
There, in His book, I bear
More than a conqueror’s name,
Of soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.
Child Of God, By Christ’s Salvation ( A13 )
Child of God, by Christ’s salvation,
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care–
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee–
Think what Father’s smiles are thine–
Think that Jesus died to win thee–
Child of God! wilt thou repine?
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s right hand shall guide thee there;
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Asleep In Jesus, Blessed Sleep ( A14 )
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where pow’rless is the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus: oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost its venomed sting.
Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whence waking we’re supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Savior’s power.
The Lamb Was Slain, His Precious Blood ( A15 )
The Lamb was slain, His precious blood
On Calvary’s awful tree was shed;
He for the guilty sinner stood,
And bore the judgement in his stead.
He has made peace,
And now He lives who once was dead.
Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace;
To high and low–who hear the call–
To old and young of Adam’s race,
He preaches peace,
And love divine shines in His face.
Behold Him now, exalted high,
Upon the throne He took His seat,
Oh, wondrous grace, that we brought nigh
And in Him seated are complete,
He is our peace,
For light divine He’s made us meet.
O Jesus, Friend Unfailing ( A16 )
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee!
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day!
Naught, naught I court as pleasure,
Compared, O Christ with Thee!
Thy sorrow without measure,
Earned peace and joy for me.
I love to own, Lord Jesus,
Thy claims o’er me divine,
Bought with Thy blood most precious,
Whose can I be but Thine!
What fills my heart with gladness?
‘Tis Thine abounding grace!
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing,
Thy love can ne’er grow cold;
In Thee, my Refuge hiding,
No good wilt Thou withhold.
Why should I droop in sorrow?
Thou’rt ever by my side!
Why trembling dread the morrow?
What ills can e’er betide?
If I my cross have taken,
‘Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Naught severs Thee from me!
O worldly pomp and glory,
Your charms are spread in vain!
I’ve heard a sweeter story!
I’ve found a truer gain!
Where Christ a place prepareth,
There is my loved abode;
There shall I gaze on Jesus:
There shall I dwell with God.
For every tribulation,
For every sore distress,
In Christ I’ve full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fears of foes prevailing!
I triumph, Lord, in Thee!
O Jesus! Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!
Son Of The Father, Hail! ( A17 )
Son of the Father, Hail!
Son of God eternal!
Jesus! the sinner’s Friend,
Whose favor knows no end;
Love made Thee condescend,
With men to make abode,
And, through Thy precious blood,
We’re now brought nigh to God.
Thee, Savior-Lord, we bless–
Our Lord Jesus!
Full of truth and power:
Highly blessed,
Blessed evermore.
And Is It So! I Shall Be Like Thy Son ( A18 )
And is it so! I shall be like Thy Son,
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory, though beyond all thought,
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought.
Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,
Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.
Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest
Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest;
That love that gives not as the world but shares
All it possess with its loved co-heirs.
Nor I alone, Thy loved ones all, complete
In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet,
All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored.
In Heavenly Love Abiding ( A19 )
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh
And I will walk with Him.
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Savior has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee.
O sleep, O rest, how precious!
As guarded by Thy care,
I’m waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.
The Lord Himself, e’en Jesus,
Amid the ransomed throng,
Its glory, joy, and beauty,
Its never ending song.
O day of wondrous promise!
The Bridegroom and the bride
Are seen in glory ever:
For ever satisfied.
Stricken, Smitten, And Afflicted ( A20 )
"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected!
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
‘Tis the Word, ’tis God’s Anointed,
Son of man and Son of God.
Here we have a firm foundation;
Here’s the refuge of the lost;
Christ’s the Rock of our salvation–
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God! for sinners wounded–
Sacrifice to cancel guilt,
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Thee their have built.
Oh! What A Savior Is Jesus The Lord ( A21 )
Oh! what a Savior is Jesus the Lord,
Well might His name by His saints be adored!
He has redeemed us from hell by His blood,
Saved them for ever, and brought them to God.
Now in the glory He waits to impart
Peace to the conscience and joy to the heart–
Waits to be gracious, to pardon and heal
All who their sin and their wretchedness feel.
Thousands have fled to His spear-pierced side,
Welcome they all have been, none are denied;
Weary and laden, they all have been blest,
Joyfully now in the Savior they rest.
Thou Holy One And True ( A22 )
Thou holy One and true,
Our hearts in Thee confide,
And in the circle of Thy love,
As brethren we abide.
In Thee the Father rests,
His own anointed One,
In Thee alone He finds delight,
His well-beloved Son.
In Thee we find delight,
Firstborn ‘mongst brethren Thou;
To Thy dear name alone we cling,
To Thy sure word we bow.
Teach us that name to own,
Whilst waiting, Lord, for Thee;
Unholiness and sin to shun,
From all untruth to flee.
O Jesus, Precious Savior ( A23 )
O Jesus, precious Savior,
O when wilt Thou return?
Our hearts with woe familiar,
To Thee, our Master turn.
Our woe is thine, Lord Jesus,
Our joy is in Thy love,
But woe and joy all lead us
To Thee in heaven above.
To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,
To Thee whose love we know,
We wait the power that frees us
From bondage, sin, and woe.
We look for Thine appearing,
Thy presence here to bless,
We greet the day that’s nearing,
When all this woe shall cease.
But, oh, for us, blest Savior,
How brighter far the lot,
To be with Thee for ever,
Where evil enters not!
To see Thee who’st so loved us,
Then face to face above,
Whose grace at first had moved us
To taste and know Thy love.
With Thee, O Lord, for ever,
Our souls shall be content,
No act nor thought shall ever
Full joy with Thee prevent.
O come, then, soon, Lord Jesus,
In patience still we wait,
Await the power that frees us–
Our longed-for heavenly seat.
Nothing But Christ As On We Tread ( A24 )
Nothing but Christ as on we tread,
The Gift unpriced–God’s living Bread,
With staff in hand and feet well shod,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.
Everything loss for Him below,
Taking the cross where’er we go;
Showing to all where once He trod,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.
Nothing save Him, in all our ways,
Giving the theme for ceaseless praise;
Our whole resource along the road,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.
O Thou Who Hast Redeemed Of Old ( A25 )
O Thou who hast redeemed of old,
And make us of Thy grace take hold,
With God at peace through Thee,
Help me these blessings to own,
And tell aloud what Thou hast done,
O holy Lamb for me.
Out of myself for help I go,
Thy power alone resolved to know,
Thy love’s the plea I make;
Give me the power, ’tis this I claim,
With heart and life to praise Thy name,
Give, for Thy mercy’s sake.
Love, only love, Thy heart inclined,
And brought Thee, Savior of mankind,
Down from the throne above;
Love made Thee here a Man of grief,
Distressed Thee sore for our relief,
O mystery of love!
Lord, I am Thine, Thy love to me
Constrains my soul to cleave to Thee,
And gladly to resign
Whate’er I have, whate’er I am;
My life be all with Thine the same,
And all Thy shame be mine.
I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say ( A26 )
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay sown
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold I freely give
The living water–thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world’s light;
Look unto Me: thy morn shall rise
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk
Till traveling days are done.
A Mind At Perfect Peace With God:( A27 )
A mind at perfect peace with God:
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood:
This, this indeed is peace!
By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him,
Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
So nigh, so very nigh to God,
More near I cannot be;
For in the person of His Son,
I am as near as He.
So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves the Son,
Such is His love to me.
Why should I ever careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o’er me night and day,
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."
There Is No Other Name Than Thine ( A28 )
There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine;
On which to rest for sins forgiven,
For peace with God, for hope of heaven.
Name above every name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine,
Rock of Salvation–Thou art mine.
Lead, Light Divine, Amid Th’ Encircling Gloom– ( A29 )
Lead, light divine, amid th’ encircling gloom–
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant path; one step’s enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and seek my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Thus far Thy power hath blessed me, and it still
Will lead me on,
O’er moor and fen, through tangled brakes, on till
The night is gone;
And with the morn the everlasting joy,
Which led me on, is mine without alloy.
Rest Of The Saints In Glory ( A30 )
Rest of the saints in glory,
The laborer’s bright reward,
How constant sounds before me,
"For ever with the Lord."
Rest, through the toil of Jesus,
For saints there doth remain;
An endless rest and precious;
A rest from sin and pain.
My longing heart, now pillowed
On Jesus’ breast of love,
Hath oft to me foreshadowed,
That blissful rest above;
But, O my soul, remember,
None shall be weary there;
The ransomed without number
God’s blessed rest will share.
His face in radiant glory,
With rapture they will see;
His wounds will tell the story,
To swell the jubilee!
The subjects of salvation
Will praise Him ever there;
While all the new creation
God’s endless rest will share.
Lord, Thy Love Has Sought And Found Us ( A31 )
Lord, Thy love has sought and found us
Wandering in this desert wide,
Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,
For us suffered, bled, and died:
Sing, my soul! He loved thee,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping,
From yon lonesome garden sweep,
‘Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,
Whilst His followers sink in sleep.
Ah, my soul, He loved thee,
Yea, He gave Himself for me.
He is speaking to His Father,
Tasting deep that bitter cup
Yet He takes it willing rather
For our sakes to drink it up.
Oh what love! He loved me!
Gave Himself, my soul for thee.
Then that closing scene of anguish;
All God’s waves and billows roll
Over Him, there left to languish
On the cross to save my soul.
Matchless love! how vast, how free,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark again! those cries are waking
Echoes on dark Calvary’s hill;
God, my God, art Thou forsaking
Him who always did Thy will?
Ah, my soul! it was for thee,
Yes! He gave Himself for me.
Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended,
Glad Thy suffering time is o’er,
To Thy Father’s throne ascended,
There Thou liv’st to die no more.
Yes, my soul! He lives for thee,
He who gave Himself for me.
Lord, we worship and adore Thee
For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace,
Perfect soon in joy before Thee,
We shall see Thee face to face.
Yet e’en now our song shall be,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
In Weakness And Trial ( A32 )
In weakness and trial,
With God we may plead;
No fear of denial,
We’re sure to succeed:
For, though we oft grieve Him,
His promise is clear,
And love will believe Him:
Our Father will hear.
‘Gainst the giant-like might
Of our foes we can bring,
As our weapons of fight,
But a stone and a sling.
Should this have dismayed us,
Our souls it may cheer,
That , called on to aid us,
Our Father will hear.
Our calls may be faint
As a child’s timid cry,
Our hearts’ feeble plaint
Scarce venture on high;
Yet Christ for us pleading,
We may persevere;
Through Him interceding,
Our Father will hear.
Rest My Soul, The Work Is Done ( A33 )
Rest my soul, the work is done,
Done by God’s almighty Son;
This to faith is now so clear,
There’s no place for torturing fear.
Not through works of weary toil,
Comes the sunshine of God’s smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.
With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who full salvation brought,
In us al our works hath wrought.
Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labor for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.
Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the laborer’s happy path,
Tread the way which Christ hath trod,
Till the sabbath of thy God.
Ye Trembling Saints Who Love The Lord ( A34 )
Ye trembling saints who love the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
For lo! the tomb is empty now–
The place where Jesus lay.
Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
There cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbbed and bled for you.
Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
For Jesus lives again;
Not all the powers of death and hell
The Savior could detain.
Exalted far above the skies,
Behold your living Head,
The Lord upon the Father’s throne,
Who dwelt among the dead.