All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him along the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.
Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne;
Having suffered all the judgement,
Borne the storm of wrath alone:
He is able thus to succor
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God’s right hand.
Now He praises in th’ assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises! grace recounting
All the path already trod–
We associated with Him–
God, our Father and our God.
Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step that we have trodden
Is a triumph of His grace;
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all–who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.
It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption’s worth?
He who knows it leads the singing–
Full the joy as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God’s salvation,
And His never-failing love.
We Go To Meet The Savior ( A36 )
We go to meet the Savior,
His glorious face to see;
What manner of behavior
Doth with this hope agree?
May God’s illumination
Guide heart and walk aright;
That so our preparation
Be pleasing in His sight.
We’d gladly while the hours,
Till night shall pass away,
And chant with all our powers
The blessings of that day;
To Thee, the Lord of glory,
We’d raise the happy song,
And make Thy love’s bright story
The theme of every tongue.
Not sinful man’s endeavor,
Nor any mortal’s care,
Could draw Thy sovereign favor
To sinners in despair;
Uncalled, Thou cam’st with gladness,
Us from the fall to raise,
And change our grief and sadness
To songs of joy and praise.
The Lord Of Life Is Risen ( A37 )
The Lord of life is risen,
Has left the darksome grave,
And, death by Him abolished,
And we with Him are risen,
The fruit of all His toil,
The firstfruits of His harvest,
His suffering’s richest spoil.
The Lord of life is seated
At God’s right hand on high–
God’s just and righteous answer
To grace which stooped to die;
In Him we too are seated,
Oh blessed, wondrous grace!
Accepted and beloved,
In Him, in sonship’s place.
The Lord of life is coming
To perfect all His grace;
To take His blood-bought people
To fill their heavenly place;
Oh! with what joy ascending
We’ll meet Him in the air,
To dwell with Him in glory,
And His blest image bear.
We Adore Thee Evermore; Hallelujah! ( A38 )
We adore Thee evermore; Hallelujah!
Savior, for Thy boundless grace; Hallelujah!
For the cross, whereby to us, Hallelujah!
Sure is made eternal bliss; Hallelujah!
For Thy death which set us free, Hallelujah!
From sin’s cruel slavery; Hallelujah!
For Thine all-atoning blood, Hallelujah!
Which hath brought us nigh to God; Hallelujah!
How Can We Sink With Such A Prop ( A39 )
How can we sink with such a prop,
As the eternal God,
Who bears the earth’s huge pillars up
And spread the heavens abroad?
How can we die if Jesus lives,
As risen from the dead,
Since life and grace our souls receive
In our exalted Head?
All that we are, and all we have,
Shall be for ever Thine;
And all a cheerful heart could give,
Our willing hands resign.
And could we yet make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
We love Thee, Lord, with such a love,
That we would give it all.
Hail To The Lord’s Anointed! ( A40 )
Hail to the Lord’s anointed!
Great David’s greater Son:
When to the time appointed
The rolling years shall run,
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
The heavens–which now conceal Him
In counsels deep and wise–
In glory shall reveal Him
To our adoring eyes;
He who with hands uplifted
Went from the earth below,
Shall come again all gifted,
His blessings to bestow.
He shall come down like showers
Upon the new-mown grass,
And joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring up where He doth pass.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing,
Outstretched His wide dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar.
Raise Glad The Song! For We Can Tell ( A41 )
Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say,
That Grace triumphant reigns!
Yes! though we’ve strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold
As captives in its chains;
Thus, saved by grace, we’d gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!
Grace still–till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God–
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.
Then called to meet the church’s Head,
The Savior’s grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We’ll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign!
Savior! Lead Us By Thy Power ( A42 )
Savior! lead us by Thy power
Safe into the promised rest;
Choose the path, the way whatever
Seems to Thee, O Lord, the best:
Be our Guide in every peril,
Watch and keep us night and day,
Else our foolish hearts will wander
From the straight and narrow way.
Since in Thee is our redemption,
And salvation full and free,
Nothing need our souls dishearten
But forgetfulness of Thee:
Naught can stay our steady progress,
More than conquerors we shall be,
If our eye, whate’er the danger,
Looks to Thee, and none but Thee.
In Thy presence we are happy;
In Thy presence we’re secure;
In Thy presence all afflictions
We can easily endure;
In Thy presence we can conquer,
We can suffer, we can die;
Wandering from Thee we are feeble;
Let Thy love, Lord, keep us nigh.
O God Of Grace, Our Father ( A43 )
O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
‘Tis in Thy sovereign favor
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.
As Thine, Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones ever,
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Each from his hiding-place.
Thy word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth.
Thus still the work begun by grace,
The work begun by grace,
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to see Thy face.
God Moves In A Mysterious Way ( A44 )
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
(Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.)
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
O Gracious Shepherd! Bind Us ( A45 )
O gracious Shepherd! bind us
With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind us
How mercy set us free.
O may the Holy Spirit
Keep this before our eyes,
That we Thy death and merit
Above all else may prize!
We are of God’s salvation
Assured through Thy love,
Yet oft, on slight occasion,
How faithless do we prove.
Thou hast our sins forgiven–
Then leaving all behind,
We would press on to heaven,
Bearing the prize in mind.
O may we, then Lord, ever,
While in this vale of tears,
Look up to Thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.
For Thou wilt not forsake us
Though we are oft to blame;
O let Thy love then make us
True to Thy faith and name!
Have I An Object, Lord, Below ( A46 )
Have I an object, Lord, below
Which would divide my heart with Thee;
Which would divert its even flow
In answer to Thy constancy?
Oh teach me quickly to return,
And cause my heart afresh to burn.
Have I a hope, however dear,
Which would defer Thy coming, Lord!
Which would detain my spirit here
(Where naught can lasting joy afford)?
From it, my Savior, set me free,
To look, and long, and wait for Thee.
Be Thou the object bright and fair
To fill and satisfy the heart;
My hope to meet Thee in the air,
And nevermore from Thee to part:
That I may undistracted be
To follow, serve, and wait for Thee.
God In Mercy Sent His Son ( A47 )
God in mercy sent His Son
To a world by sin undone;
Jesus Christ was crucified–
‘Twas for sinners Jesus died.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Savior’s face,
Telling sinner’s from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."
Sin and death no more shall reign,
Jesus died and lives again!
In the glory’s highest height–
See Him God’s supreme delight.
O the glory etc…
All who in His name believe,
Everlasting life receive;
Lord of all is Jesus now,
Every knee to Him must bow.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Savior’s face,
Telling sinner’s from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."
Christ the Lord will come again,
He who suffered once will reign,
Every tongue at last will own,
"Worthy is the Lamb" alone
O the glory etc…
The Father Sent The Son ( A48 )
The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted to the Sinless One
The cross–the grave;
Blest Substitute from God,
Wrath’s awful cup He drained;
Laid down His life, and e’en the tomb’s
Reproach sustained.
The new and living Way
Stands open now to heaven;
Thence, where the blood is seen alway,
God’s gift is given.
The river of His grace,
Through righteousness supplied,
Is flowing o’er the barren place
Where Jesus died!
The Lord shall come again!
The Conqueror must reign!
No tongue but shall confess Him then,
The Lamb once slain:
Jesus is worthy now
All homage to receive;
O! sinner, to the Savior bow,
The truth believe!
There Is Life In A Look At The Crucified One ( A49 )
There is life in a look at the crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him and be saved–
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.
His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen?
His cry of distress hast thou heard?
Then why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
Should pardon to thee be deferred?
We are healed by His stripes. Wouldst thou add to the word?
And He is our righteousness made;
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on
Oh! couldst thou be better arrayed?
Then doubt not thy welcome, since God hath declared
There remaineth no more to be done;
Christ once in the end of the world hath appeared,
And completed the work He begun.
Oh take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives;
And know with assurance thou never canst die,
Since Jesus thy righteousness lives.
There is life in a look at the crucified One:
There is life at this moment for thee:
Then look, sinner–look unto Him and be saved,
And know thyself spotless as He.
Broken Heart! The Fountain’s Open ( A50 )
Broken heart! the fountain’s open,
Christ hath died upon the tree,
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.
God Himself, the Source, the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit manifested,
He the finished work hath done.
By one righteousness completed,
Adam’s life receives its doom;
Jesus Christ, in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.
Broken heart! the river’s flowing,
Haste! delay not! yet there’s room;
Hear the word of God beseeching,
"Whosoever thirst may come."
O What A Gift The Father Gave ( A51 )
O what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.
For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.
Now I can call the Savior mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I’m sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.
Behold! Behold The Lamb Of God ( A52 )
Behold! behold the Lamb of God
On the cross;
For us He shed His precious blood,
On The cross.
Oh, hear the overwhelming cry:
"Eli lama sabachthani?"
Draw near and see the Savior die
On the cross.
Come, sinner, see Him lifted up
On the cross:
He drinks for you the bitter cup,
On the cross;
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make–
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross.
Where’er I go I’ll tell the story
Of the cross;
In nothing else my soul shall glory
Save the cross;
Yea, this my constant theme shall be,
Through time and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me
On the cross.
Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed! ( A53 )
Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Savior die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have 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 the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature’s sin.
Come, Ye Sinners Poor And Needy ( A54 )
Come, ye sinners poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you,
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Savior prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies,
"It is finished!"
Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo! the Incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
"Call Them In"–The Poor, The Wretched ( A55 )
"Call them in"–the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold;
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth with gold?
"Call them in"–the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus;
He is waiting–"call them in."
"Call them in"–the broken-hearted,
Cow’ring ‘neath the brand of shame;
Speak love’s message low and tender
‘Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See, the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming–"call them in."
Vain Is The Thought Of Man ( A56 )
Vain is the thought of man
To merit heaven by prayer;
‘Tis only Jesus’ precious blood
Can give admission there.
Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears for ever flow;
The soul were still unblest, unsaved,
And peace could never know.
But faith’s one look at Christ
Expiring on the tree–
One heart-believing glance at Him,
Can set the sinner free.
None can, without the blood
Of Jesus, be forgiven;
‘Tis resting on the blood alone
That fits the soul for heaven.
Come, Weary, Anxious Laden Soul ( A57 )
Come, weary, anxious laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
True joy the world can ne’er afford,
‘Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners, stored–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the Spirit’s deep-felt sigh–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Oh! if to Jesus you repair,
You’ll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Ho! Ye That Thirst, Approach The Spring ( A58 )
Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Whence living waters flow;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.
Without a price may go;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.
How long to streams of false delight
Will ye in crowds repair?
How long your strength and substance waste
On trifles light as air? etc…
My stores afford those rich supplies
That health and pleasure give;
Incline your ear and come to Me:
The soul that hears shall live, etc…
Seek ye the Lord while yet His ear
Is open to your call;
While offered mercy still is near,
Before His footstool fall, etc…
Not All The Gold Of All The World ( A59 )
Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind;
‘Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing full supply.
Gold could not give the heart relief
The malefactor craved,
Ah, no! ’twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith’s view of Him who bleeding hung
A victim by His side,
He saw, he knew, the Lord was there,
The Lord for him had died.
O what can equal joy divine?
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?
Safe in the Lord without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.
Hark! The Voice Of Jesus Calling– ( A60 )
Hark! the voice of Jesus calling–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, thou laboring one, for thee:
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Savior calls to thee;
Faith can hear His gracious accents–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
"Take Salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there ’tis offered thee–
Offered without price or money,
‘Tis the gift of God sent free,
"Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
What, Sinner, Canst Thou Do? ( A61 )
What, sinner, canst thou do?
Where, sinner, canst thou fly?
Eternal wrath hangs o’er thy head,
And judgement lingers nigh.
For God must visit sin
With His displeasure sore:
Since He is holy, just, and true,
And righteous evermore.
So Jesus died for sin–
Upon the cross He died;
God’s righteousness was there displayed,
And justice satisfied.
Faith is the way of life;
Believe in Christ and live;
Fly to the shelter of His blood,
And peace with God receive.
I Am Not Told To Labor ( A62 )
I am not told to labor
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak, and helpless,
I never could begin.
But blessed truth–I know it!
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ for my soul hath suffered,
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And if I now would seek Him–
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He oped my ears and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me,
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say of do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward–
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
For ever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol–
"Thou hast Thy self redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all."
"All Things Are Ready," Come ( A63 )
"All things are ready," Come,
Come, rich and poor; come, old and young,
Come, and be richly fed.
"All things are ready," Come,
O make no vain excuse:
No yoke of oxen, wife, or field,
Instead to Jesus choose.
"All things are ready," Come,
The door is open wide;
O feast upon the love of God,
For Christ His Son has died.
"All things are ready," Come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love
To fallen man has proved.
"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!
"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!
Though All The Beasts That Live And Feed ( A64 )
Though all the beasts that live and feed
Upon a thousand hills should bleed–
Though all their blood should flow,
The sacrifice would not be in vain,
The stain of sin would still remain:
Sin is not cancelled so.
"A better sacrifice" than these
It needs, the conscience to appease
Or satisfy the Lord:
No blood hath virtue to atone
For man’s offence, but His alone
Whose title is "The Word."
His who could say, Himself the Son,
"My Father and Myself are one,"
Who made the world around;
His, who Jehovah’s Fellow stood,
And claimed equality with God,
Whose glory knows no bounds.
Jesus the Christ, on earth His name,
He came–in love to sinners came–
And bowed His head and died;
A full atonement now is made,
The ransom, by His death, is paid,
And justice satisfied.
That sinners might draw near to Him
God planned this great, this gracious scheme,
And planner this great, this gracious scheme,
Let all His saints their voices raise,
And sing the great Redeemer’s praise
While endless ages flow.