Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.
His be the Victor’s name,
Who fought the fight alone!
Triumphant saints no honor claim,
His conquest was their own.
By weakness and defeat
He won the meed and crown,
Trod all our foes beneath His feet
By being trodden down.
Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory,
Who lived, who died, who lives again,
For Thee, His Church, for thee!
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour 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!
And those who find Thee, find a bliss
No 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 though eternity.
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
By Thy grace to follow Thee;
I am weak, despised, forsaken,
Thou henceforth my all must be.
Perish every fond ambition-
All I’ve sought or hoped or known!
Yet how rich is my condition-
God and heaven are now my own!
Let the world despise and leave me,
All its hate my Saviour knew!
Human hearts and looks deceive me-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while Thou dost smile upon me,
Lord of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me-
Show Thy face and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me-
‘Twill but drive me to Thy breast!
Life with trials hard may press me-
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest!
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me
While Thy love is left to me!
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy apart from Thee!
Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure-
With Thy favor, loss is gain!
I have called Thee, Abba father!
I have stayed my heart on Thee!
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-
All must work for good to me!
I lift my heart to Thee, Saviour divine!
For Thou art all to me and I am Thine.
Is there on earth a closer bond than this,
That "my Beloved’s mine, and I am His!"
To Thee, once bleeding Lamb, I all things owe,
All that I have, and am, and all I know!
All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not mine own: Lord, I am Thine!
How can I, Lord, with hold life’s brightest hour
From Thee, or gathered gold, or any power?
Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee,
When Thou hast given Thyself, Thy life for me?
I pray Thee, Saviour, keep me in Thy love,
Till Thou shalt come, or sleep shall me remove
To that fair realm where sin and sorrow o’er,
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore!
Far within the depths of glory,
In the Father’s house above,
We have learnt His wondrous secret,
We have learnt His heart of love,
There, with Christ, first fruits have shared
Of the joys God hath prepared!
Lo, we see the glorious city,
Shining with light of God;
Hear the song that fills the heavens-
Cheers us on the midnight road
Thee, blest Singer, well we know-
Prove Thy love where’er we go!
Thy companions here, in sorrow,
In rejections, toil and loss,
We but prove Love’s wondrous sweetness,
Learn to glory in Thy cross,
Learn to sing amidst the gloom-
Sing with Thee-the songs of home!
Listen, oh listen, my Father, all holy!
Humble and sorrowful, owning my sin,
Hear me confess in my penitence lowly
How in my weakness, temptation came in.
Pity me now, for, my Father, no sorrow
Weighs on my soul like pain that I know,
Trembling and fearing that, all through tomorrow,
Missing the light of Thy love I may go.
Father, I know for the grace I am seeking,
Nothing of mine can I offer to Thee;
Thou, to my sinful and sad spirit speaking,
Giving forgiveness-givest all things to me.
Keep me, my Father, oh keep me from falling!
I had not sinned, had I felt Thou wert nigh.
Speak, when the voice of the tempter is calling,
So that temptation before Thee may fly.
Thoughts of my sinfulness contrite shall make me;
Thoughts of Thy favor shall humble me more:
So keep me lowly until Thou shalt take me
Where sin and sorrow forever are o’er.
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun;
It gives a light to every age-
It gives, but borrows none.
Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.
Father, whate’er of earthly bliss,
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:
Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessing of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.
Let the sweet thought that Thou art mine
My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.
I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fixed His eyes of love on me
As near His cross I stood.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"
O never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
That look of love and sorrow said:
"My life for thee I give;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I died that thou mayst live!"
My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
Again He looked in love, which said:
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live!"
Then I who, trembling, learned to see
That I my Lord had slain,
Was filled with peace, because for me
He bore that grief and pain.
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.
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 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 will 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.
I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold,
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,
I would not be controlled;
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father’s voice,
I loved afar to roam.
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
He followed me o’er vale and hill,
O’er desert waste and wild:
He found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
He bound me with the bands of love,
He saved the wandering one.
Jesus my Shepherd is;
‘Twas He that loved my soul,
‘Twas He that washed me in His blood,
‘Twas He that made me whole:
‘Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
‘Twas He that brought me to the fold,
‘Tis He that still doth keep.
No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled,
I love my tender Shepherd’s voice,
I love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,
I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father’s voice,
I love, I love His home!
Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.
Refrain
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus loves me, He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let a little child come in.
Jesus loves me, though I’m bad,
And He waits to make me glad;
Waits to fold me in His arm,
Keep me safe from every harm.
Jesus loves me, loves me still,
When I’m very weak and ill-
From His shining place on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Jesus loves me, He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
If I trust Him, by and by,
He will take me home on high.
Hasten, sinner, to be wise!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Wisdom if thou still despise,
Harder is it to be won.
Hasten, mercy to implore!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy season should be o’er
Ere this evening’s stage is run.
Hasten, sinner, to return!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn
Ere the work in thee is done.
Hasten, sinner, to be blest!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest
Ere the morrow is begun.
Thou alone, Lord Jesus, canst true peace impart,
Thou dost know the sorrow of the human heart,
Thou who camest from glory here that heart to win,
And in love for sinners sufferedst once for sin!
There is none, Lord Jesus, there is none like Thee,
For the broken hearted there is none like Thee!
Hearts bowed down with sadness, laden with their sin,
Through Thy blood, Lord Jesus, boldly enter in,
Gladly hear Thee calling, "Come to Me and rest,"
Lose their heavy burden on Thy loving breast.
There is none, Lord Jesus, there is none like Thee,
For the heavy laden there is none like Thee!
Worldly joy is fleeting-vanity itself;
Vain the dazzling brightness, vain the stores of wealth;
Vain the pomp and glory; only Thou canst give
Peace and satisfaction, whilst on earth we live.
There is none, Lord Jesus, there is none like Thee.
For the soul that thirsteth there is none like Thee!
Little travelers heavenward,
We are journeying into rest,
In the kingdom of our Lord,
In the mansions of the blest.
There to greet us Jesus waits-
Gives the crowns His followers win:
Open wide, ye golden gates,
Let the little travelers in!
Who are they whose little feet,
Pacing life’s dark journey through,
Now have reached that heavenly seat
They had ever kept in view?
"I from Greenland’s frozen land!"
"I from India’s sultry plain!"
"I from Afric’s barren sand!"
"I from islands of the main!"
All their earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
There in joy they meet at last
In the home of God on high.
Each for us with Jesus waits,
Conquerors over death and sin:
Open wide ye golden gates,
Let the little travelers in!
Bridegroom, come! Bridegroom, come!
Cry of Thy bride to Thee!
Come, come, bear her home,
Ever to bide with Thee!
Never to grieve Thee again below,
Ever in glory Thy love to know-
Ever to bide with Thee!
Bridegroom, the Spirit and bride say, Come!
Cry of Thy bride to Thee!
Saviour, come! Saviour, come!
Cry of our heart to Thee!
Come, come, bear us home,
Never to part from Thee!
Ever to gaze on Thy face above,
Never to sadden Thy heart of love-
Never to part from Thee!
Blessed Lord Jesus, Thy saints say, Come!
Cry of our heart to Thee!
Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round?
On Jesus’ bosom naught but calm is found.
Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours?
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers.
It is enough: earth’s struggles soon shall cease,
And Jesus call us to heaven’s perfect peace.
There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day;
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
"Worthy is the Saviour King!
Loud let His praises ring!
Praise, praise for aye!"
Bright, in that happy land,
Beams every eye;
Kept by a Father’s hand,
Love cannot die;
Oh, then to glory run-
Jesus has the victory won;
And bright, above the sun,
Reign, reign for aye!
Come to that happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will you doubting stand?
Why still delay?
Oh, we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free!
Lord, we shall dwell with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye!