Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.
Come to Jesus, little one!
Come to Jesus now!
Humbly at His gracious throne
In submission bow.
At His feet confess your sin-
Seek forgiveness there;
For His blood can make you clean;
He will hear your prayer.
Seek His face without delay;
Give Him now your heart:
Tarry not but, while you may,
Choose the better part.
Perfect eternal rest-ever to serve, adore Thee!
During the endless day, Thee, Lord, Thy saints shall praise:
Rapt, in mute ecstasy, casting their crowns before Thee,
Prone at Thy feet they fall, anthems of joy to raise!
Thee shall we contemplate-gaze on Thy face adoring,
Saviour and Bridegroom-Lord, Beauty Supreme above!
Sounding the soundless depths, measureless heights exploring-
Heights of Thy peerless grace, depths of Thy boundless love!
Jesus, from Thee alone borrowing light transcendent-
Sun, Thou, of Righteousness, lending Thy lustrous rays-
Radiant, Thy bride shall wear, through the long age resplendent,
Glory immaculate-Thine own perfections’ blaze!
Us wilt Thou contemplate-pearl of Thy heart’s deep longing,
Travail of Thy lone soul, fruit of Thy wondrous cross!
Then wilt Thou rest in love! Thou wilt rejoice with singing-
Rest in triumphant love, singing for joy o’er us!
“Ho, ev’ry one thirsting!” The voice of the Lord,
In accents with tenderness rife,
Inviteth the weary and faint, thro’ His word,
“Come ye to the waters of life!”
Refrain
“Come ye to the waters of life!”
From scenes of earth’s sorrows and strife!
Resist not the love flowing down from above:
“Take freely the water of life!”
“Ho, ev’ry one thirsting” the sin laden soul,
The lonely, the hopeless, the lost!
God’s waters of mercy, that heal and make whole
Come, take, without money or cost.
“Ho ev’ry one thirsting!” ‘Tis Jesus who calls,
The Saviour who died on the tree:
He offers from glory, ere penalty falls,
Life’s waters to you and to me.
“Ho ev’ry one thirsting!” receive ye the gift,
And peace in each bosom shall dwell:
Christ in you, for ever, each soul shall uplift
A life giving, upspringing Well!
Come, hear the gospel sound
“Yet there is room!”
It tells to all around
“Yet there is room!”
Tho’ guilty, now draw near,
Tho’ vile, you need not fear,
With joy you now may hear
“Yet there is room!”
God’s love in Christ we see
“Yet there is room!”
Greater it could not be
“Yet there is room!”
His only Son He gave,
He’s righteous now to save
All who on Him believe
“Yet there is room!”
“All things are ready: come!”
“Yet there is room!”
Christ ev’rything hath done
“Yet there is room!”
The work is now complete,
“Before the mercy seat,”
A Saviour you will meet
“Yet there is room!”
God’s house is filling fast
“Yet there is room!”
Some guest will be the last
“Yet there is room!”
Yes! soon salvation’s day
From you will pass away,
Then grace no more will say
“Yet there is room!”
I saw the cross of Jesus,
When burdened with my sin;
I sought the cross of Jesus,
To give me peace within;
I brought my soul to Jesus,
He cleansed it in His blood;
And thro’ the cross of Jesus,
I found my peace with God.
Refrain
No righteousness, no merit,
No beauty can I plead;
Yet in the cross I glory,
My title there I read.
Sweet is the cross of Jesus!
There let my weary heart
Still rest in peace unshaken,
Till with Him, ne’er to part;
And then in strains of glory
I’ll sing His wondrous power,
Where sin can never enter,
And death is known no more.
Refrain
I love the cross of Jesus!
It tells me what I am:
A vile and guilty creature,
Saved only through the Lamb.
Jesus, the Lord! our Righteousness,
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!
Before the throne, in this arrayed,
With joy shall we lift up the head.
Bold shall we stand in that great day;
For who aught to our charge shall lay,
While by Thy blood absolved we are
From sin and guilt, from shame and fear?
This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years:
No age can change its glorious hue
The robe of Christ is ever new.
Till we behold Thee on Thy throne,
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone:
Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
“Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.”
Goodness I have none to plead;
Sinfulness in all I see;
I can only bring my need:
God be merciful to me.
Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to Thee;
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs:
God be merciful to me.
From this sinful heart of mine
To Thy bosom I would flee;
Not my own, I would be Thine:
God be merciful to me.
There is one beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone;
God be merciful to me.
He my cause will undertake,
My Interpreter will be;
He’s my all; and for His sake,
God be merciful to me.
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 rejoicing eyes:
He who with hands uplifted
Went from the earth below,
Shall come again, all gifted
His blessing 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
Over river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
Or dove’s light wing can soar!
Gazing on the Lord in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross, its shame and woe:
Every mark of dark dishonor
Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart’s sorrow,
Told in answering glory now!
On that cross, alone, forsaken,
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now, to God’s right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound!
Did Thy God even then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.
Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Blessed, precious, holy Lord!
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy
This be earth’s and heavens accord.
Rise our hearts, and bless the Father
Ceaseless song even here begun;
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son!
O Head, once full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn
‘Mid other sore abuses,
Mocked with a crown of thorn!
O Head even now surrounded
With brightest majesty
In death once bowed and wounded
On the accursed tree!
Thou Countenance transcendent!
Thou life creating Sun
To worlds on Thee dependent
Yet bruised and spit upon!
O Lord, what Thee tormented
Was our sin’s heavy load;
We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.
We give Thee thanks unfeigned,
O Saviour, Friend in need,
For what Thy soul sustained
When Thou for us didst bleed!
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until, to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.
Through the vail God bids me enter
By the new and living way;
Not in trembling hope I venture
Boldly I His call obey:
There, with Christ my God, I meet
God upon the mercy seat!
O the welcome I have found there
God in all His love made known!
O the glory that surrounds there
Those accepted in His Son!
Who can tell the depths of bliss
Spoken by the Father’s kiss?
All His joy told out unhindered
Nought but Christ His eye can see!
Christ into His joy has entered,
And in Christ He welcomes me:
Would I know how dear to God?
Priceless as Christ’s precious blood!
All the worth I have before Him
Is the value of the blood:
I present, when I adore Him,
Christ, the First-fruits, unto God.
Him with joy doth God behold:
Thus is my acceptance told!
Place of glory, place of blessing,
Place where God His heart displays!
All in Thee, O Christ, possessing,
Thine the voice that leads our praise!
Thine the new eternal song,
Through the ages borne along!
O God, O Father, Thine alone,
I lift to Thee my filial cry-
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry!
Yet through’ this rough, this thorny maze,
I follow after Thee, my God:
Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways-
I safely tread where Christ has trod!
More dear than life itself, Thy love-
Dearer than all beside to me!
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee?
Praise shall my heart, my mind, my voice,
To Thee, O Father, freely give!
Thy child, I do in Thee rejoice
In Whom for evermore I live!
O blessed, living Lord,
Engage our hearts with Thee,
And strike within some answering chord
To love so rich and free!
To know Thy loving heart!
To cleave to Thy blest side!
To gaze upon Thee where Thou art,
And in Thy love abide!
To walk with Thee below!
To learn Thy holy ways!
And more to Thine own stature grow,
To Thine eternal praise!
Thyself our one Desire!
Thyself our Object here!
The goal to which our hearts aspire-
To meet thee in the air!
Like Thee, O Lord! how wondrous fair,
Lord Jesus, all Thy members are!
A life divine to them is given-
The bright inheritance of heaven!
Just as we were we came to Thee,
As heirs of wrath and misery:
Just as Thou art, now we are Thine-
We stand in righteousness divine.
Just as Thou art! nor doubt nor fear
Can e’er to those like Thee be near!
O boundless love! as Thee we’re seen-
The "righteousness of God in Him!"
Just as Thou art! O blissful ray
That turned our darkness into day!
That woke us from our death of sin,
To know our perfectness in Him!
Soon, soon, ‘mid joys on joys untold,
Thou wilt this grace and love unfold,
And worlds on worlds adoring see
The part Thy members have in Thee!
Jesus, my Saviour! Thou art mine,
The Father’s Gift of love divine;
All Thou hast done, and all Thou art,
Are now the portion of my heart.
Poor, feeble, wretched, as I am,
I now can glory in Thy name;
Now cleansed in Thy most precious blood,
And made the righteousness of God.
All that Thou hast Thou hast for me,
All my fresh springs are hid in Thee;
In Thee I live; while I confess
I nothing am, yet all possess.
O Saviour, teach me to abide,
Close sheltered at Thy wounded side,
Each hour receiving grace on grace,
Until I see Thee face to face.
O Lord, Thy love, more sweet to me
Than psaltery and psalm,
My joy in glory soon shall be-
My song, my crown, my palm!
Yet sweet e’en now to see thy Face,
And in Thy love to rest,
All sorrow stilled in Thine embrace,
And soothed upon Thy breast!
Lord, weeping there is deeper joy
Than know the sons of men-
Tasting that Love, without alloy,
We can not lose again!
Our grief is sorrow for an hour-
Eternal is Thy love:
Here we but taste its budding flower,
Which fully blooms above!
Our grief, bereft of all that stings
Through Thy sweet sympathy,
But leaves a broken heart that sings,
O lamb of God, to Thee!
Through waves, through clouds and storms,
God gently clears the way;
We wait His time-so shall the night
Soon end in blissful day.
He every where hath sway,
And all things serve His might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
When He makes bare His arm,
Who shall His work withstand?
When He His people’s cause defends,
Who then shall stay His hand?
We leave it to Himself
To choose and to command:
With wonder filled, we soon shall see
How wise, how strong His hand.
We comprehend Him not,
Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
Jesus, O Head in glory,
Joy of Thy pilgrim bride!
Thine be the song she singeth,
Journeying to Thy side.
Here in this barren desert
Sweetly Thy grace we prove-
Here where our souls have tasted
Springs of Thy tender love.
Jesus, O Head in glory,
Pilgrim Thyself below,
Knew not thy soul deep sorrows,
More than our souls can know?
Cheer with the fragrant manna,
Found where Thy feet have trod,
Till the full heart outpoureth,
Carols of praise to God!
Jesus, O Head in glory,
Ravished by all Thou art-
Glories that grace Thy person,
Graces that fill Thy heart-
Soon shall Thy bride in rapture,
Bearing Thy image, meet,
Gaze on Thy wondrous beauty,
Worshiping at Thy feet!
The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted to the sinless One
The cross-the grave:
Blessed 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 always,
God’s gift is given.
The river of His grace,
Through righteous 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 Saviour bow-
The truth believe.
Hark! it is the Saviour calling,
"Little children, follow Me!"
Jesus, keep our feet from falling-
Teach us how to follow Thee!
O do Thou who, meek and lowly,
Trod Thyself this vale of woe,
Make us Thine, and make us holy-
Guard and guide us as we go!
Childhood’s years are passing o’er us-
Youthful days will soon be done;
Cares and sorrows lie before us-
Hidden dangers, snares unknown.
May we heed that Voice, then, calling,
"Little children, follow Me!"
Jesus, keep our feet from falling-
Teach us how to follow Thee!
O God, our blest Father, Thou lovest us so,
Thy loved One Thou gavest, our Ransom from woe!
To seek and to save us He came from above-
The Light of Thy bosom, the Son of Thy love!
O Father, in mercy, with meekness, Thy Son
Hath told out Thy pity to sinners undone!
To carry our sorrows He came from above-
The Joy of Thy bosom, the Son of Thy love!
Alone and forsaken, our doom did He bear;
Alone in that dankness, Thy Son and Thine Heir!
The stroke of God’s judgment smote Him from above-
The Son of Thy bosom, the Son of Thy love!
Made Thine through His travail, Thy children shall be
Forever, O Father, with Jesus and Thee!
Forever, O Father, with Jesus above,
At rest on Thy bosom as sons of Thy love!
Everlasting glory unto Jesus be!
Sing aloud the story of His victory!
How He left the splendor of His home on high;
Came in love so tender on the cross to die.
Refrain
Everlasting glory unto Jesus be!
Sing aloud the story of His victory!
We in death were lying, lost in hopeless gloom;
Jesus by His dying, vanquished e’en the tomb!
Burst its iron portal, rolled away the stone,
Rose in life immortal, to the Father’s throne.
Christ the Lord is risen, sing we now today!
Freed are we from prison, Christ our debt did pay!
Sing aloud, and never cease to spread his fame;
Triumph, triumph ever in the Saviour’s name.
The Son of God in mighty love
Was born in Bethlehem for me:
He left His home of light above
And came in deep humility!
God’s Son, whom angel hosts adore,
Became a Man of griefs for me
Though rich, through love becoming poor,
That I enriched through Him might be.
The ever blessed Son of God
At Calvary was slain for me
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
"In His own body on the tree."
God’s Son, whose dwelling is the sky,
Went down into the grave for me;
He burst the tomb and rose on high
He won the glorious victory.
Most awful sight! on Calvary’s mount,
Three crosses stand in bold relief:
There, in the midst, the Saviour dies;
On either side there hangs a thief!
O blessed Saviour, by Thy pain
The sinner reaps eternal gain!
O soul, on those three trees behold
The saved, the Saviour, and the lost:
The story of our ruined world,
The Saviour’s death salvation’s cost!
Heaven’s door in judgment closed to sin,
Whilst faith in Jesus brings us in!
‘Twas sin that nailed those blessed hands,
Those feet, to that accursed cross:
Your sins and mine, O fellow man,
He bore alone, in suffering thus!
Wilt thou, like that poor thief, believe,
Like him. eternal life receive!
My heart is bounding onward
Home to the land I love;
Its distant vales and mountains
My wishful passions move;
Fain would my thirsting spirit
Its living freshness breathe;
And weary steps find resting
Its hallowed shades beneath.
No soil of nature’s evil,
No touch of man’s rude hand,
Shall e’er disturb around us
That bright and peaceful land.
The charms that woo our senses
Shall be as pure as fair,
For all, while stealing o’er us,
Shall tell of Jesus there.
What light! when all its beaming
Shall own Him as its Sun-
What Music! when its breathing
Shall bear His name along.
No pause, no charge, those pleasures
Shall ever seek to know-
The draught that lulls our thirsting,
But wakes that thirst anew.
We wait for Thee, O son of God,
And long for Thine appearing;
"A little while," Thou wilt come, O Lord,
Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
In joyful expectation,
For Thou wilt bring salvation.
We wait for Thee, content to share,
In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
Our sin, reproach, denial,
And shall not we receive with Thee
The cup of shame and sorrow,
Until the promised morrow?
We wait for Thee; for Thou, e’en here,
Hast won our heart’s affection;
In spirit still we find Thee near,
Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light, and glory bright,
We soon with joy shall great Thee,
And in the air shall meet Thee.
We wait for Thee-Thou wilt arise
Whilst hope her watch is keeping;
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim story,
In Thine eternal glory!
Little children, come to Jesus;
Hark! He calls you, come away!
Little children, come to Jesus
In this bright, this gospel day.
Trust upon His sacred promise,
Lean upon His loving breast;
Little children, come to Jesus-
He alone can give you rest.
My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here:
Then why should I murmur when trials are near?
Be hushed, my spirit, the worst that can come
But shortens the journey and hastens me home.
‘Tis not for me here to be seeking my bliss,
Nor building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city which hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
The thorn and the thistle around me may grow-
I would not e’en tarry ‘midst roses below;
I ask not a portion, I seek not a rest,
Save that which awaits me of Jesus’ kind breast.
Though trial and danger my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close:
Come joy or come sorrow, whate’er may befall,
A home with my God will make up for it all.
Today the Saviour calls:
Ye wand’rers, come!
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
Today the Saviour calls:
O listen now;
Before the judgement falls,
To Jesus bow.
Today the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.
The Spirit calls today:
Yield to His power;
O grieve Him not away,
‘Tis mercy’s hour.
Come, sinner, to the gospel feast
O come, without delay!
For there is room in Jesu’s breast
For all who come today.
There’s room in God’s eternal love
To save thy precious soul,
Pow’r in the grace that’s from above
To heal and make thee whole.
There’s room in heav’n among the choir,
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of vict’ry there,
And joys that ne’er were told.
There’s room around the Father’s board
For thee and thousands more:
Then come, and welcome, to the Lord
Yea, come this very hour.