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Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.
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Come, ye sinners, poor and needy (244 )
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love and pow’r;
He is able, 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, 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, not the righteous;
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him
Hear Him cry before He dies,
“It is finished! it is finished!”
Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo! Incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
O happy day, that fixed my choice ( 260 )
O happy day, that fix’d my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
Refrain
Happy day! happy day! When Jesus wash’d my sins away:
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing ev’ry day:
Happy day! happy day! When Jesus wash’d my sins away.
‘Tis done! the great transaction’s done;
I am my Lord’s and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Glad to confess the Voice Divine.
Now rest, my long-divided heart
Fixed on that blissful center, rest;
Nor ever from thy Lord depart,
With Him of every good possessed.
Not what these hands have done ( 276 )
Not what these hands have done
Can save the guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make the spirit whole.
Refrain
Thy blood alone, Lord Jesus,
Can cleanse my soul from sin:
Thy Word alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within!
Not what I feel or do
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, and sighs and tears,
Can ease sin’s awful load.
Thy love to me alone
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee
Can rid the heart of dark unrest,
And set the spirit free.
No other work save Thine
Nought save Thy blood will do:
No strength, save that which is divine,
Can bear me safely through.
Down to the depths of woe ( 292 )
Down to the depths of woe
Christ came to set me free:
He bared His breast, receiv’d the blow,
Which Justice aim’d at me!
There Justice met my sin,
On the accursed tree:
To prove His love, my heart to win,
Christ “gave Himself for me!”
As Advocate on high,
My soul, He pleads for thee!
And when I wander, draws me nigh,
He ever lives for me!
Through all this desert place.
My Guide and Strength is He,
Till I shall see Him face to face,
When He Shall come for me!
Yes! soon this waiting hour
On time’s swift wing shall flee:
Soon He will come in glorious pow’r,
Jesus Himself for me!
Praise ye the Father! praise our God most holy (9)
Praise ye the Father! praise our God most holy,
Who cheers the contrite-girds with strength the weak!
Praise Him who doth with glory crown the lowly,
And wish salivation beautify the meek!
Praise ye the Father! for His loving kindness,
And all the tender mercies He hath shown!
Praise Him who pardons all our sin and blindness,
And calls us sons, and takes us for His own!
Praise ye the Father-Source of all our blessing,
Before whose gifts earth’s richest boons wax dim!
Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing,
All things are ours, for we have all in Him!
Praise ye the Father! praise ye Him who gave us,
In full and perfect love, His only Son!
Praise ye the Christ, who died Himself to save us!
Praise Father, Son, and Spirit-Three in One!
Thy sorrows, Saviour, we retrace (25)
Thy sorrows, Saviour, we retrace,
And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.
What love and grace illume
Thy face As Jesus, as Immanuel!
Amid Thy loneliness below,
What scorn and outrage Thee befell
Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,
Endured for us, Immanuel!
But oh, what grief, what agony,
When wrathful judgement’s awful spell
Burst over Thee, on Calvary’s tree
God’s Lamb for us, Immanuel!
Arisen radiant from the dead,
Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell,
Creation’s Head is He who bled
Still Jesus, still Immanuel!
Even now from saints, in concord sweet,
Celestial strains of worship well;
For O, ’tis meet glad songs should greet
Thy heart of love, Immanuel!
But when Thy glorious face we see,
How shall the bursting paean swell!
Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee
Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!
Lowly Jesus, mighty God (48)
Lowly Jesus, mighty God,
Suffering Lamb and stricken Dove,
In the wrathful wine press trod,
Who can tell Thy wondrous love?
From Thy Father’s bosom come,
Downward, downward didst Thou move
Unto agony and doom,
Lowly, self-abasing love!
Sin-abhorring, holy Word,
Cursed for sin how didst Thou prove
Fiery pangs of judgment’s sword!
Bruised, profound, amazing love!
Spotless Man, uniquely fair,
God Eternal from above,
Suffered infinitely there,
Mighty, quenchless, deathless love!
Floods of love like rivers, spilled
From the Bosom judgment clove,
All God’s universe have filled,
Fragrant, deep, atoning love!
From Thy wondrous Cross alone,
Bruised Lamb and wounded Dove,
All God’s radiancy hath shone:
Thou art all our Light and Love!
Christ, above all glory seated (57)
Christ, above all glory seated,
King eternal, strong to save,
To Thee death by death defeated
Triumph high and glory gave.
Thou art gone where now is given
What no mortal night could gain
On the eternal throne of heaven,
In Thy Father’s power, to reign.
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There forever to abide:
All the heavenly host adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father’s side.
Worship, honor, power and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Jesus! Thy boundless love to me (86)
Jesus! Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare!
O draw my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there!
Thy love, how cheering is its ray!
All pain before its presence flies-
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away
Where’er its healing beams arise!
Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace!
Thy love, in weakness, make me strong!
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Thy love in heaven shall be my song!
I thirst, but not as once I did (132)
I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share:
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.
It was the sight of thy dear cross
First weaned my soul from earthly things,
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools, the pride of kings.
I want the grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.
Lord Jesus Christ, the Saviour (116)
Lord Jesus Christ, the Saviour,
My heart belongs to Thee;
Thou hast from sin relieved me,
From bondage set me free.
At home with Thee forever,
I’ll fully know Thy love,
And gaze upon Thy beauty-
Light of the courts above.
But what can e’er transcend, Lord,
The glory of Thy grace,
Shown in humiliation
When Thou didst take our place.
When on the accursed tree, Lord,
The judgment due to sin,
Jehovah’s sore affliction,
Consumed Thy soul within!
O Lord, how much I wove Thee,
I can not even say!
‘Tis past all computation-
A debt I ne’er can pay!
I would not if I could, Lord,
For then I should be free,
But Love, that paid my ransom,
Has made a slave of me.
I’ve found a Friend, O such a Friend! (100)
I’ve found a Friend, O such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew Him;
He drew me with the cords of love,
And thus He bound me to Him.
And ’round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which naught can sever,
For I am His, and He is mine,
Forever and forever.
I’ve found a Friend, O such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me.
Naught that I have my own I call,
I hold it for the Giver:
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His forever.
I’ve found a Friend, O such a Friend!
All power to Him is given
To guard me on my onward course,
And bring my safe to heaven.
The eternal glories gleam afar,
To serve my faint endeavor;
So now to watch, to work, to war,
And then to rest forever.
I’ve found a Friend, O such a Friend!
So kind, and true, and tender,
So wise a Counselor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender!
From Him, who loves me now so well,
What power my soul can sever
Shall life or death, or earth or hell?
No; I am His forever.
O Saviour, whose mercy, so faithful in kindness (177)
O Saviour, whose mercy, so faithful in kindness,
His chastened my wanderings and guided my way,
Adored be the Power that illumined my blindness
And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray!
I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven
Was bright as the sun and as glad as the morn:
Thou showedst the path-it was dark and uneven,
All rugged with rock and all tangled with thorn!
Subdued and instructed through grace, in contrition
Earth-hopes and earth-longings I fain would resign:
O give me the heart that can wait in submission,
Nor know of a wish or a pleasure not thine!
A refuge there is, free from sin and from sorrow-
But hence, in a region faith only has trod;
A morn without clouds-but it cometh tomorrow;
A rest-but it waits in the presence of God!
Father of mercies, in Thy Word (161)
Father of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
Forever be Thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
Here the Redeemer’s welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around:
And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.
Here springs of consolation rise
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.
Oh, may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.
My God, my Father! blissful name! (145)
My God, my Father! blissful name!
I now may call Thee mine-
May now with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine!
Whate’er Thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign,
For Thou art just, and good, and wise:
Oh, bend my will to Thine!
Whate’er Thy sacred will ordains,
Oh, give me strength to bear,
Teach me to know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.
Thy sovereign ways are oft unknown
To my weak, erring sight,
Yet shall my soul adoring own
That all Thy ways are right.
O cross of Christ! O glorious tree! (201)
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;
Proves power divine death’s power to 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!
Heirs of salvation, chosen of God (185)
Heirs of salvation, chosen of God,
Past condemnation, sheltered by blood,
Even in Egypt feed we on the Lamb,
Keeping the statues of God, the I Am.
In the world around, ’tis night;
Where the feast is spread ’tis bright;
Israel’s God is Israel’s light:
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, our Saviour from above,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, whom we love.
Pilgrims and strangers, captives no more,
Wilderness rangers, sing we on shore;
God in His power parted hath the sea;
Foes all are perished, His people are free!
By the pillar safely led,
By the manna daily fed,
Now the heavenward way we tread;
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, our Shepherd here below,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we know.
Canaan-possessors, safe in the land,
Victors, confessors, banner in hand;
Jordan’s deep waters evermore behind,
Cares of the desert no longer in mind.
Egypt’s stigma rolled away,
Canaan’s corn our strength and stay,
Triumph we the livelong day!
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, the Christ of God alone,
‘Tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus, ’tis Jesus whom we own.
I think when I read that sweet story of old (337)
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men-
How He called little children as lambs to His fold-
I should like to have been with Him then.
I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
His arms had been thrown about me,
And that I might have seen His kind look when he said,
"Let the little ones come unto Me."
Yet still to His presence in prayer I may go-
I know I may trust in His love;
And if thus I will earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above.
A beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven,
And now many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Ne’er heard of that heavenly home,
Though the Bible declares there is room for them all,
And that Jesus invites them to come.
It speaks of a blessed and glorious time,
The fairest, the brightest, the best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd into His arms and be blessed.
When, His salvation bringing (321)
When, His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name.
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But, as He rode along,
He bade them still attend Him,
And loved to hear their song.
Then since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though not as king He reigneth,
On Zion’s holy hill,
We’ll flock around His banner,
Who sits upon God’s throne,
And sing aloud, Hosanna
To God the Father’s Son!
For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer’s praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, but with hearts made tender,
Our all shall be the Lord’s.
And will the Judge descend? (305)
And will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a guilty soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?
And from His righteous lips
Shall dreadful sentence sound,
And through the numerous guilty throng
Speak black despair around?
How will thy heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When heaven and earth, before His face,
Astonished, shrink away?
O sinner, seek His grace,
Whose wrath you can not bear!
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there!
Precious, precious blood of Jesus (219)
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Shed on Calvary,
Shed for rebels, shed for sinners,
Shed for me!
Precious, precious blood of Jesus!
All the price is paid!
Perfect pardon now is offered,
Peace is made.
Precious, precious blood of Jesus,
Jesus, God’s own Son,
Telling that the work is finished
All is done!
Precious, precious blood that cleanseth
All who come to God;
This the sinner’s only title
Jesus’ blood!
Precious, precious blood that shelters
From the wrath to come,
Gives the sinner right to enter
That bright home!
Precious, precious blood of Jesus!
Theme in glory bright!
Through it saved ones walk and worship
In the light.
Though thy sins are red like crimson,
Deep in scarlet glow,
Jesus’ precious blood can make them
White as snow.
On our way rejoicing (351)
On our way rejoicing,
As we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises,
O Thou God of love!
Is there grief or sadness?
Thou our joy shalt be!
Is our sky beclouded?
Light is found with Thee!
On our way rejoicing,
Gladly let us go:
Jesus is our Leader!
Conquered is our foe!
Christ without, our Safety!
Christ within, our Joy!
Who, if we but trust Him,
Can our hope destroy?
Unto God the Father
Joyful songs we sing!
Unto God the Saviour
Thankful hearts we bring!
Led by God the Spirit,
Gladly we adore-
On our way, rejoicing,
Now and ever more.
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart (385)
Light of the lonely pilgrim’s heart,
Star of the coming day,
Arise, and with Thy morning beams,
Chase all our griefs away!
Jesus, Thy fair creation groans-
The air, the earth, the sea-
In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee!
Come blessed Lord, let every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King!
Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine;
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory Thine!
Rest for the little sleeper! (369)
Rest for the little sleeper!
Joy for the ransomed soul!
Peace for the lonely weeper,
Dark though the waters roll!
Weep for the little sleeper-
Weep, it will ease thy heart,
Though the dull pain be deeper
Than with the world to part.
Lamb by the Shepherd taken,
Folded upon His breast,
Hushed in His arms-to waken
In joy to endless rest!
Joy for the little sleeper-
Gentle and timid lamb,
Safe with the tender Keeper!
Could there be sweeter balm?
Do not then droop in sadness,
Dark though the night may be:
There’s a bright morn of gladness,
Mourner, reserved for thee!
Grieve not with hopeless sorrow,
Jesus has felt they pain:
Soon shall He come-glad morrow!-
Bringing they lamb again!
Our God whom we have known (399)
Our God whom we have known,
Well known in Jesus’ love,
Rests in the blessing of His own,
Before Himself above.
Glory supreme is there,
Glory that shines through all,
More precious still that love to share
As those that love did call.
Like Jesus in that place
Of light and love supreme-
Once Man of Sorrows full of grace,
Heaven’s blest and endless theme!
Like Him! Oh, grace supreme!
Like Him before Thy face!
Like Him to know that glory beam,
Unhindered, face to face!
Oh, love, supreme and bright,
Good to the feeblest heart,
That gives us now, as heavenly light,
What soon shall be our part!
Why ‘neath the load of your sins do you toil? ( 245 )
Why ‘neath the load of your sins do you toil?
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest.
Why be in slavery why Satan’s spoil?
You may be blest, you may be blest.
Christ now invites you sweet rest to receive;
Heavy’s your burden, but He can relieve.
If but this moment in Him you believe,
You shall have rest, shall have rest.
Why are you troubled if death comes in view?
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest,
Though after death there will come judgment too,
You may be blest, you may be blest.
Christ bore God’s judgment poor sinners to save;
He gained the vict’ry o’er death and the grave;
Oh! now believe Him, and life you shall have;
You shall have rest, shall have rest.
Money or price you need never to bring,
Christ giveth rest, Christ giveth rest,
Why to your rags and your poverty cling,
Come and be blest, come and be blest.
Why will you fear when there’s no room for doubt?
Hear His own words which not one can refute
“Who comes to Me I’ll in no wise cast out;
I’ll give him rest, give him rest!”
My hope is built on nothing less ( 261 )
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesu’s blood-God’s righteousness:
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesu’s Name!
Refrain
On Christ, the solid Rock I stand:
All other ground is sinking sand!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:
All other ground is sinking sand!
When darkness seems to vail His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace:
In ev’ry high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail!
Eternally His promise stands,
My name is graven on His hands!
When all around my soul gives way,
He still abides, my Hope and Stay!
God’s holy law, transgressed ( 277 )
God’s holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair:
O sinner! thou, with guilt oppressed,
Canst find no comfort there!
Not all thy groans and tears,
Nor works which thou hast done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can for one sin atone!
Relief alone is found
In Jesu’s precious blood:
‘Tis this that heals sin’s mortal wound,
And reconciles to God!