Category Archives: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.

Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus! (55)

Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus!
Deep, eternal, pure and bright!
Once the lonely Man of Sorrows,
Thou canst tell of joy aright!

Now ascended unto glory,
From Thy love’s unfailing spring
Thou dost pour Thy song of triumph
Thou the song of songs dost sing!

Won in travail of Thy spirit,
Agony and shame and blood,
That blest place beside the Father,
Nearest to the heart of God!

Won for me! my praises leading,
Thou dost sing that song divine
All Thy joy my own forever!
All Thy peace for ever mine!

Hark, my soul! that hymn of glory
Filleth all the holy place!
Psalm of One who, for His people,
Gazeth on the Father’s face!

  Author:  Selected         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus (84)

Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I am blest,
Peace which passeth understanding,
On Thy Breast,
No more doubting, no more trembling,
Oh, what a rest! Oh, what a rest!

Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
In Thy grace;
All Thy ways and thoughts about
Only trace
Deeper stories of the glories
Of Thy grace. Of Thy grace.

Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I would be;
Finding joy and satisfaction
All in Thee;
Thou the nearest and the dearest
Unto me. Unto me.

Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,
In the air!
When Thy saints shall rise with joy to
Meet Thee there,
O what gladness! No more sadness,
Sin nor care. Sin nor care.

  Author: Miss C. A. Wellesley         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

A pilgrim through this lonely world (130)

A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed,
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life blood gave,
It found on earth no resting place,
Save only in the grave.

Such was our Lord-and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,
That wreathed His brow with thorn?

No! facing all its frowns and smiles,
Like him obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm,
To Zion’s blessed hill.

Dead to the world with Him who died,
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.

  Author: Sir Edward Denny         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Blessed Saviour! Thee I love (114)

Blessed Saviour! Thee I love,
All my other joys above;
All my hopes in Thee abide-
Thou my Hope, and naught beside:
Ever let my glory be,
Only, only, only Thee.

Once again beside the cross,
All my gain I count but loss;
Earthly pleasures fade away-
Clouds they are that hide my day:
Hence, vain shadows! Let me see
Jesus crucified for me.

Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,
Thine to live, and Thine to die;
Height, or depth, or earthly power,
Ne’er shall hide my Saviour more;
Ever shall my glory be
Only, only, only Thee.

  Author: George Duffield         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

I bless the Christ of God (98)

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love diving;
And with unfaltering lip and heart
I call the Saviour mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace;
I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine-
My God, my joy, my light.

‘Tis He who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives!
I love because He loveth me,
I live because He lives.

My life with Him is hid;
My death has passed away;
My clouds have melted into light,
My midnight into day!

  Author: Horatius Bonar         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

O Jesus, Lord, my Life, my All (175)

O Jesus, Lord, my Life, my All,
Hast Thou now set Thy love on me?
Then chain this heart, Thy captive thrall,
To beat for evermore for Thee!

Alas, I know it beats not true-
To Thee a grief, a shame to me:
Do Thou each wayward pulse subdue,
And wholly sanctify to Thee.

I trust Thee-break my stubborn will;
I would not count the cost to me,
If in the wine-press love distill
From this poor bruised heart to Thee!

Yea, chasten through my pilgrim years,
In faithful, tender grace to me,
Till self shall melt to love and tears
And lavish all its wealth on Thee!

  Author: Frank Allaben         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

‘Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints (159)

‘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!
And thrice-blessed Saviour, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft amid trials and dangers we roam,
With Thine we’re united, and hasting toward 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 Saviour a heavenly 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 glory, blest Saviour, at home.

Saviour, I follow on (143)

Saviour, I follow on,
Guided by Thee,
Seeing not yet the hand
That leadeth me,
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no future ill;
Only to meet Thy will
My will shall be.

Riven the rock for me,
Thirst to relieve,
Manna from heaven falls,
Fresh every eve;
Never a pang severe,
Causeth my eye a tear,
But Thou dost whisper near,
"Only believe!"

Often to Marah’s brink,
Have I been brought,
Shrinking the cup to drink,
Help I have sought;
And with the prayer’s ascent,
Jesus the branch hath rent,
Quickly relief hath sent,
Sweetening the draught.

Saviour! I long to walk,
Closer with Thee,
Led by Thy guiding hand,
Ever to be,
Constantly near Thy side,
Constantly purified,
Living for Him who died
Freely for me!

  Author: Charles S. Robinson         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

By faith I view my Saviour dying (199)

By faith I view my Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree.
To ruined sinners He is crying,
"Look to Me! look to Me!"
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Repent, believe, dismiss their fear.
Hark! hark, what precious words I hear,
"Mercy’s free! mercy’s free!"

Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Pity me, pity me?
And did He snatch my soul from ruin-
Can it be, can it be?
Oh, yes! He did salvation bring;
He is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!

Jesus my weary soul refreshes-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!
And every moment Christ is precious
Unto me, unto me;
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While through this wilderness I rove,
Enjoying still the Saviour’s love-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!

  Author: R. Juke         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

It is Thy hand, my God! (183)

It is Thy hand, my God!
My sorrow comes from Thee!
I bow beneath Thy chastening rod:
‘Tis love that bruises me!
I would not murmur, Lord;
Before Thee I am dumb:
Lest I should breathe one murmuring word,
To Thee for help I come.

My God, Thy name is love-
A Father’s hand is thine:
With tearful eyes I look above,
And cry, "Thy will be mine!"

Jesus for me hath died-
Thy Son Thou didst not spare:
His pierced hands, His bleeding side,
Thy love for me declare!

Here my poor heart can rest;
My God, it cleaves to Thee:
Thy will is love, Thine end is blest-
All works for good to me!

  Author: James G. Deck         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

The lowly Jesus gladly reigns (335)

The lowly Jesus gladly reigns
In trusting children’s souls
Where His sweet law of love constrains,
And grace alone controls.

The blessed light of truth divine
He doth to each impart,
And kindly poureth oil and wine
On every wounded heart.

Jesus, the Lord is full of love:
How tender all His ways!
He hears His children’s prayers above,
He loves their notes of praise.

Through life He guides them by His Word;
If, ere He come, they die,
His hand shall loose the silver cord-
To Him their spirits fly.

Yes, from the gloomy world they rise,
To Jesus borne along,
Until, above the starry skies,
They join the heavenly throng.

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Come all who trust in Christ, the Lord (319)

Come all who trust in Christ, the Lord,
Whose sins are all forgiven,
His name exalt with one accord,
And taste the joy of heaven.

Refrain
Then praise Him! praise Him! And His name adore.
Praise Him! praise Him! Both now and evermore.

Praise Him for all the matchless worth,
Which in Himself we see;
The triumphs of His love tell forth,
And sing, He died for me.

Praise Him for all His present love,
As Priest and Advocate:
He pleads our cause in heaven above,
While here for Him we wait.

Praise Him for all we hope to be,
When called from earth away;
And raised or changed His face we see,
In heaven’s bright cloudless day.

Then with the mighty ransomed host,
The purchase of His blood,
We’ll raise our song, and make our boast
In Christ, the Lamb of God.

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Time is earnest, passing by (303)

Time is earnest, passing by;
Death is earnest, drawing nigh;
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be?
Time and death appeal to thee.
Life is earnest; when ’tis o’er,
Thou returnest never more.
Soon to meet eternity!
Wilt thou never serious be?

Heaven is earnest; solemnly
Float its voices down to thee.
Hell is earnest; art thou gay,
Sporting through thine earthly day?

Christ is earnest-bids thee come;
God declares that all is done;
Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour’s love,
Pleading with thee from above?

God is earnest; come today,
Ere the season pass away-
Ere be set His judgment throne,
Vengeance ready, mercy gone!

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Himself He could not save! (217)

Himself He could not save!
He on the tree must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh:
Yes, Christ, God’s Son, must bleed,
That sinners may be freed!

Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done!
Our sins’ full weight must fall
Upon the sinless One!
Nought less can God accept
In payment of the debt!

Himself He could not save,
For He as Surety stood
For all who will rely
Upon His precious blood!
He bore the need of guilt
When His life’s blood was spilt!

Himself He could not save
Love’s stream too deeply flowed!
In love Himself He gave
To pay the debt we owed,
Did all the Father’s will
In perfect love fulfill!

Exalted now on high,
A Saviour Prince is He,
Inviting sinners nigh,
To drink of mercy free
Of mercy’s stream, now shed
By Him who once was dead!

  Author: Albert Midlane         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Come, children! on to glory (353)

Come, children! on to glory,
With every face set fast!
On, toward the golden city
Where we shall rest at last!
Lo, we can tread, rejoicing,
The narrow pilgrim road:
We know the voice that calls us,
We know our faithful God!

Thou now the path be narrow
And steep and rough and lone,
Though crags and tangles cross it-
Praise God! we will go on.
Take heart! the rest eternal
Awaits our weary feet,
From strength to strength, press onward-
The end, how passing sweet!

We follow Jesus’ footsteps-
What if our feet be torn?
Where He has marked the pathway,
All hail the briar and thorn!
Unseen, unheard, unreckoned,
Despised, defamed, unknown,
Yet still, with joy and singing,
On, children! ever on!

On, on, beloved children,
For evening is at hand,
And desolate and fearful
The solitary land!
On, on, with voice of singing
Till from this land of night,
We pass, in glorious music,
Swift upward, out of sight!

  Author:  Selected         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Jesus, our Lord, Thou Morning Star (383)

Jesus, our Lord, Thou Morning Star,
How well we know Thy name!
Jesus, the Lord, the Crucified-
In glory still the same.

Jesus, the One who left the throne,
To save a ruined race,
Thy love and lowliness still shine
Upon that glorious face.

Jesus, the One who trod the earth,
The lowly, subject One;
Obedience unto death was Thine-
God’s well-beloved Son!

Jesus, what memories thrill our hearts
Of Thy blest footprints here,
While now to heaven our eyes we turn
And gaze upon Thee there!

Jesus, our Saviour, quickly come,
That we may with Thee be!
Heaven’s morning breaks and glory dawns
When Thy blest face we see.

  Author: Miss A. E. Price         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep (367)

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep:
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by 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,
Where waking is supremely blest!
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour’s power!

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

For pilgrims and strangers (401)

For pilgrims and strangers
Who wearily roam,
‘Mid sorrows and dangers,
There’s no place like home,
Where rest waits-the bosom
Of Godhead above-
And yields, in full blossom,
The fragrance of love!

For sons whom a Father
Soon hence, from the gloom,
About Him shall gather,
There’s no place like home,
Where sunshine forever
So beams from God’s face,
His children lack never
The smile of His grace!

For hearts that discover,
Arisen from the tomb,
Their Lord and their Lover,
There’s no place like home,
Where love’s tender story
Shall reach its flood tide,
When Jesus in glory
Receiveth His bride!

Before us Thou goest,
Blest Saviour-but come!
Thou knowest, Thou knowest
There’s no place like home!
Our spirits require Thee,
Here panting in pain-
Our hearts, Lord, desire Thee
As deserts the rain!

  Author: Frank Allaben         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Come! ’tis Jesus gently calling ( 231 )

“Come!” ’tis Jesus gently calling,
“Ye with care and toil oppress’d,
With your guilt, howe’er appalling
Come, and I will give you rest!”
For your sin He once has suffer’d,
On the cross the work was done,
And the word by God now utter’d
To each weary soul is “Come!”

“Come!” the “Father’s house” stands open,
With its love, and light, and song;
And returning to the Father,
All to you may now belong!
From sin’s distant land of famine,
Toiling ‘neath the midday sun,
To a Father’s house of plenty
And a Father’s welcome “Come.”

“Come!” for night is gath’ring quickly
O’er this world’s fast fleeting day;
If you linger till the darkness,
You will surely miss your way.
Now still waiting, sadly waiting,
Till the day its course shall run,
With His patience unabating,
Jesus lingers for you “Come!”

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

”All things are ready,” come ( 247 )

“All things are ready,” Come!
Come to the supper spread!
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 of Jesus choose!

“All things are ready,” Come!
The invitation’s giv’n,
Through Him who now in glory sits
At God’s right hand in heav’n.

“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 Saviour waits
This hour to welcome thee!

  Author: Albert Midlane         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

I heard the Saviour say ( 263 )

I heard the Saviour say,
“Thy strength indeed is small!
Child of weakness, come to Me!
Find in Me thine all in all!”

Refrain
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain:
He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim:
My only boast, Thy blood,
Thy ever-precious name.

And when before the throne
I stand in Thee complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down.
All down at Jesu’s feet.

  Author: Eugene Hall         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

The perfect righteousness of God ( 279 )

The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Saviour’s blood;
‘Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, yet wondrous grace.

God could not pass the sinner by,
His sin demands that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save, yet righteous be.

The sin alights on Jesu’s head,
‘Tis in His blood sin’s debt is paid;
Stern Justice can demand no more,
And Mercy can dispense her store.

The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, “The Saviour died for me;”
Can point to the atoning blood,
And say, “This made my peace with God.”

  Author: Albert Midlane         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt ( 295 )

Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt
Love laid of old on Thee!
‘Twas love Thy cross and sorrow will’d
Love undeserved by me!
The vict’ry over death and hell,
Thou, Lord, for me didst win,
And Thou hast nail’d upon Thy cross
All, all my guilt and sin!

The way into the Holy Place
Stands open now to me,
Where I can see Thy glorious face,
Nor tremble thus to see:
For as I am to Thee I come,
I clasp Thy blessed feet,
To learn the mystery of love,
So deep, so pure, so sweet!

Enfolded, O my Lord, in Thee,
And hid in Thee, I rest,
Enwrapped in Christ’s own purity,
Secure upon Thy breast!
Had I an angel’s raiment, fair,
With heav’nly gems unpriced,
That glorious garb I would not wear,
My robe art Thou, O Christ!

  Author:  Anon         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Behold the glories of the Lamb (12)

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst the Father’s throne!
Prepare new honors for His name,
And songs before unknown!

Ye elders, worship at His feet-
His saints adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweetest sound!

To Thee, O Lamb, to Thee, once slain,
Be endless blessings paid!
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
Forever on Thy head!

  Author: Issac Watts         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds (28)

Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds
To every opened ear!
The pardoned sinner’s memory holds
None other half so dear.

Thy name encircles every grace
That God as man could show;
There only could He fully trace
A life divine below.

Jesus it speaks a life of love,
Of sorrows meekly borne;
It tells of sympathy above
Whatever makes us mourn.

Jesus the One who knew no sin,
Made sin to make us just;
Thou gavest Thyself our love to win
Our full confiding trust.

The mention of Thy name shall bow
Our hearts to worship Thee;
The Chiefest of ten thousand Thou,
Whose love has set us free.

  Author: Mary Bowley Peters         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

O ever homeless Stranger! (45)

O ever homeless Stranger!
Thou dearest Friend to me!
An outcast in a manger,
That with us Thou mightest be!

O Love, that bore our burden
On the accursed tree!
O Heart, that granted pardon,
And set the sinner free!

O day of mighty sorrow!
Day of unfathomed grief!
When Thou didst taste the horror
Of wrath, without relief!
When, deep to deep still calling,
The waters reached Thy soul,
And death and wrath, appalling,
Their waves did over Thee roll!

O Lord, Thy wondrous story
My inmost soul doth move!
I ponder over Thy glory,
Thy lonely path of love!

Come, long-expected Saviour!
Thou Man of Sorrows, come!
Almighty, blest Deliverer,
Come, take us to Thee-home!

  Author: John Nelson Darby         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

Brightness of the eternal glory (61)

Brightness of the eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the wondrous story
Of the Lamb who came to die!

Came from Godhead’s throne eternal,
Down to Calvary’s depth of woe;
Came to crush the powers infernal,
Streams of praises ceaseless flow!

Sing His blest triumphant rising!
Sing Him on the Father’s throne!
Sing, till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone!

  Author: Robert Robinson         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

O Lord, the Spring of all my joys (83)

O Lord, the Spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades, if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun:
Thou art my soul’s bright Morning Star,
And Thou my rising Sun.

The opened heavens round me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
When Jesus shows His mercy mine,
And whispers I am His.

My soul would leave this mortal clay
At Thy transporting word-
Caught up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise Thee, Lord.

  Author: Issac Watts         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

And art Thou, gracious Master, gone (129)

And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on Thy throne,
And sit forever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.

Should we, to gain the world’s applause,
Or escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause
And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame should fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.

No; let the world cast out our name,
And vile account us if it will;
If to confess our Lord be shame,
Oh, then would we be viler still;
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.

What transports then will fill our heart,
When thou our worthless names wilt own,
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
And know as we ourselves are known;
And then, from sin and sorrow free,
Find our eternal rest with Thee.

  Author: Thomas Kelly         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth

O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God! (113)

O come, Thou stricken Lamb of God!
Who shed’st for us Thine own lifeblood,
And teach us all Thy love-then pain
In life were sweet, and death were gain.

Take Thou our hearts, and let them be
Forever closed to all but thee;
Thy willing servants, let us wear
The seal of love forever there.

How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered by Thy watchful side;
Who life and strength from Thee receive,
And with Thee move, and in Thee live.

O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love, immense, unsearchable!

Firstborn of many brethren, Thou!
To whom both heaven and earth must bow;
Heirs of Thy shame and of Thy throne,
We bear Thy cross, and seek Thy crown.

  Author: John Wesley, tr.         Publication: Hymns of Grace and Truth