I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the Lord of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.
Refrain
I love to hear the story:
‘Twill be my joy in glory
To hear the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love!
I’m glad my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones should be.
O may I try to follow,
His footsteps here below,
Who never will forget me,
Because He loved me so.
To sing His love and mercy
My sweetest songs I’ll raise;
And though I cannot see Him
I know He hears my praise!
And He has kindly promised
That I shall surely go
To dwell up there where He is,
Because He loved me so.
Category Archives: Hymns of Grace and Truth
Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.
Oh, the peace forever flowing ( 284 )
Oh, the peace forever flowing
From God’s thoughts of His own Son!
Oh, the peace of simply knowing
On the cross that all was done!
Peace with God! the blood in heaven
Speaks of pardon now to me:
Peace with God! the Lord is risen!
Righteousness now counts me free.
Peace with God is Christ in glory;
God is just and God is love;
Jesus died to tell the story,
Foes to bring to God above.
Now, free access to the Father,
Through the Christ of God, we have;
By the Spirit here abiding,
Promise of the Father’s love.
Jesus, Saviour, we adore Thee!
Christ of God, Anointed Son!
We confess Thee, Lord of glory,
Fruits of vict’ry Thou hast won!
Glory to God on high (1)
Glory to God on high,
Peace upon earth and joy,
Goodwill to man!
We who God’s blessing prove,
His name all names above,
Sing now the Saviour’s love,
Too vast to scan.
Mercy and truth unite:
Oh, ’tis a wondrous sight,
All sights above!
Jesus the curse sustains!
Guilt’s bitter cup He drains!
Nothing for us remains-
Nothing but love.
Love that no tongue can teach,
Love that no thought can reach,
No love like His.
God is its blessed source,
Death ne’er can stop its course,
Nothing can stay its force;
Matchless it is.
Blest in this love, we sing;
To God our praises bring;
All sins forgiven.
Jesus, our Lord, to Thee
Honor and majesty
Now and forever be,
Here and in heaven.
O could we speak the matchless worth (17)
O could we speak the matchless worth
O could we sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine,
To God and Christ what praise we’d bring!
The song which soon in heaven will ring,
Extolling grace divine! Extolling grace divine!
We’d sing the precious bleed He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
From sin and wrath divine!
We’d sing His glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
Our souls shall ever shine!
We’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne!
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would through everlasting days
Make all His glories known!
Soon that delightful day will come
When our dear Lord will bring us home,
And we shall see His face!
Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend,
A blest eternity we’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace!
Sweet to trace Christ’s toiling footsteps (33)
Sweet to trace Christ’s toiling footsteps
Here amidst the desert sands;
Bear in memory all his sorrow,
Thorn-clad head and pierced hands;
Learn His love beside the manger,
Learn it on the stormy wave,
By the well, and in the garden
Learn it by the cross and grave!
Still His heart amidst the glory
Beareth all our grief and care,
Every burden, ere we feel it, there!
Weighed and measured by Him
All His love, His joy, His glory,
By His Spirit here made known,
Whilst that Spirit speaks the sorrows
Of His saints before the throne!
Girt with glory’s golden girdle,
Shining as the mighty sun,
Still His pierced hands will finish
All his work of love begun.
"This do remember Me!" (40)
"This do remember Me!"
O blessed, living Lord,
What depths of grace we now can trace
In that most precious word!
When darker grew Thy path,
When over Thee loomed the cross,
With nought down here Thy heart to cheer,
Thou didst remember us!
"This do remember Me!"
The sword about to wake,
Thy sweat as blood upon Thee stood
When Thou the cup didst take!
There on the altar bound
Wast Thou that night of woe,
When man’s dark hour and Satan’s power
Their deepest gloom did throw!
"This do remember Me!"
O deep desire of love,
As round Thy soul those waves did roll
The wrath of God above!
Made sin upon the tree,
What blackness vailed the sky
What torrents, dread, bowed low Thy head
As Thou for us didst die!
"This do remember Me!"
O what a savor sweet,
For God above-for man, what love
In all Thy work complete!
Now gathered round Thyself,
With heart and conscience free,
O Lord, once dead, our living Head,
We do remember Thee!
All hail! O glorious Son of God (64)
All hail! O glorious Son of God,
In triumph risen again!
All heaven resounds with joyful land
The songs of ransomed men!
The mighty chains of death are riven!
The Risen Christ is throned in heaven!
O joy! the Second Adam stands
Within God’s Paradise!
No longer barred by flaming brands,
The shining pathway lies:
Within, the glorious Head has passed:
Each member must be there at last!
Behind us lie the cross and grave;
Before, eternal bliss,
Where blossoms, from the garden cave,
The Tree of Righteousness!
The Face that shame and spitting bore,
Is crowned with radiance evermore!
Before Thee, Lord, in shining hosts,
Thy mighty angels bend!
Thy saved ones, from a thousand coasts,
Their psalms of victory blend!
I join that song, so passing sweet!
I cast my crown before Thy feet!
In the bosom of the Father (78)
In the bosom of the Father,
Object of His endless love-
In the light and in the glory,
In His Christ I dwell above!
There, O God, I rest untroubled,
All my service to adore-
Sin and shame and death and sorrow
Left behind for evermore!
Father, all the wondrous secret
Of Thy perfect love to me-
All Thy heart’s exhaustless fullness-
In Christ’s blessed face I see!
Gazing there, I never weary,
Though my feet press though the waste,
For the bitter Marah-waters
Thou hast sweetened to my taste.
Blessed path that ends tomorrow
In the glory round Thy throne!
On! With silver trumpets sounding-
Through the waste we hasten on!
In heavenly love abiding (124)
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where dark the clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee!
O sleep, O rest, how precious!
As, guarded by Thy care,
I’m waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.
And is it so-I shall be like Thy Son? (108)
And is it so-I shall be like Thy Son?
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory, (thought beyond all thought!)
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought!
Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll.
Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.
Yet it must be: Thy love had not its rest
Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest,
That love that gives not as the world, but shares
All it possesses with its loved coheirs.
Nor I alone; Thy loved ones, all complete
In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet-
All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored.
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts (92)
Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee, O how good,
To them that find Thee, All in All!
We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill!
Our eager spirits yearn for Thee,
Where’er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad since Thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, since our faith can hold Thee fast.
We thank Thee, Lord, for weary days (169)
We thank Thee, Lord, for weary days
When desert springs were dry,
And first we knew what depth of need
Thy love could satisfy.
Days when beneath the desert sun,
Along the toilsome road,
O’er roughest ways we walked with One
That One the Son of God.
We thank Thee for that rest in Thee
The weary only know,
The perfect, wondrous sympathy
We only learn below:
The sweet companionship of One
Who once the desert trod:
The glorious fellowship with One
Upon the throne of God.
We know Thee as we could not know
Through heaven’s golden years;
We there shall see Thy glorious face-
Here understand Thy tears!
And here in peace, with Thee we go
Where Thou alone once trod,
Still learning through our need below
Depths of the hearts of God.
Cast sorrow and grief (153)
Cast sorrow and grief
On God for relief-
The heart of thy merciful Father!
When trouble assails,
When every thing fails,
His child in His arms He will gather!
He knows what we bear,
He carries our care,
And guides with the hand of the Mighty!
We’re kept in His sight:
Then let not the night
Of death or of suffering affright thee!
And soon, at His word,
Above with our Lord,
What rivers of pleasure shall fill us!
Who is there save He,
So rich and so free
In love and in power and compassion?
O glad the wilderness for me (137)
O glad the wilderness for me,
And glad the solitary place,
For here O Lord, I learn to see
Thy glorious Face!
Like heavenly fields, the desert sands,
Rejoice and blossom as the rose,
Where through these dry and thirsty lands,
Thy river flows!
Eternal joy from Thee flows down,
Eternal songs e’en now are given;
For long ago Thy work was done
That opened heaven!
O springing Well! O living Tide!
The way, the truth, the life, art Thou!
I drink and I am satisfied,
Now, even now!
‘Twas not for our great love to Thee (193)
‘Twas not for our great love to Thee
That Thou didst send Thy Son;
That spring of love, O God, we see
In Thee alone.
What love, Lord Jesus, brought Thee down
Our hardened hearts to win,
To despised and spit upon,
And bear our sin!
The sins of many Thou didst bear,
Of all who look to Thee-
When God, Thy God, forsook Thee there,
On Calvary’s tree.
That glorious resurrection morn
Bids doubts for ever cease,
For far and wide the news is borne
Of perfect peace.
Yes, peace! since every claim is met,
Lord Jesus, by Thy blood,
And Thou, "Our peace" art risen, and set
On high by God.
No goodness in ourselves we feel,
We trust Thy precious blood;
And now Thy Spirit is the seal
We’re sons of God.
I need Thee, precious Jesus! (345)
I need Thee, precious Jesus!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my feeble footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend so sympathizing,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want to;
And all my sorrows share.
I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne;
There, with the blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus-
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.
How loving is Jesus, who came from the sky (329)
How loving is Jesus, who came from the sky,
In tenderest pity, for sinners to die!
His hands and His feet they were nailed to the tree,
And judgment He suffered for sinners like me.
For sinners like me, for sinners like me,
And judgement He suffered for sinners like me.
How precious is Jesus to all who believe,
And out of His fulness what grace they receive!
When weak He supports them-their Shepherd, He guides,
And everything needful He kindly provides.
He kindly provides, He kindly provides,
And everything needful He kindly provides.
How gladly does Jesus free pardon impart
To all who receive Him by faith in their heart;
His glory He gives them, their home is above,
And Jesus will take them to dwell in His love.
To dwell in His love, to dwell in His love,
And Jesus will take them to dwell in His love.
There is no name so sweet on earth (313)
There is no name so sweet on earth,
No other name in heaven-
The wondrous name, before His birth,
To Christ the Saviour given!
Refrain
We love to sing around the King,
And hail Him, "Blessed Jesus!"
For there’s no word ear ever heard
So dear, so sweet as Jesus.
To mock Him, hanging on the tree,
That name they wrote above Him;
But there we see the reason we
Forever more should love Him.
And now upon His Father’s throne-
Almighty to release us
From sin and pains-He gladly reigns,
A Prince and Saviour, Jesus!
O Jesus! by that matchless name,
Thy grace shall fail us never!
Today, as yesterday, the same-
Thou art the same forever!
Jesus Christ is passing by:(227)
Jesus Christ is passing by:
Sinner, lift to Him thine eye!
As the precious moments flee
Cry, "Be merciful to me!"
Lo, He stands and calls to thee,
"What wilt thou then have of Me?"
Rise He calleth thee indeed!
Rise, and tell Him all thy need!
"Lord, I would Thy mercy see!
Lord, reveal Thy love to me:
Let it penetrate my soul
All my heart and life control!"
O how sweet His touch of power!
Come it is salvation’s hour!
Jesus gives from guilt release:
"Faith hath saved thee go in peace!"
Surely Christ thy griefs has borne! (211)
Surely Christ thy griefs has borne!
Weeping soul no longer mourn:
View Him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out His life for thee.
Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On the atoning Sacrifice:
There the Lord upon the tree
Numbered with transgressors see.
Cast thy guilty soul on Him;
Find Him mighty to redeem;
At His feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and fears away.
We are but strangers here (393)
We are but strangers here,
Heaven is our home!
Earth is a desert drear-
Heaven is our home.
Dangers and sorrows stand
Round us on every hand:
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home.
What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is our home!
Short is our pilgrimage-
Heaven is our home.
Time’s wild and wintry blast
Soon will be overpassed:
We shall reach home at last-
Heaven is our home.
There at our Saviour’s side,
In heaven our home,
We shall be glorified-
Heaven is our home!
There with the good and blest,
Those we love most and best,
We shall forever rest
In heaven our home!
Therefore we’ll murmur not-
Heaven is our home!
Whatever our earthly lot,
Heaven is our home.
For we shall surely stand
There at our Lord’s right hand!
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home.
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord (377)
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I’m waiting for Thee-for Thy coming again.
Thou art gone over there, Lord,
A place to prepare, Lord,
Thy home I shall share at Thy coming again.
‘Mid danger and fear, Lord,
I’m oft weary here, Lord,
The day must be near of Thy coming again,
‘Tis all sunshine there, Lord,
No sighing nor care, Lord,
But glory so fair at Thy coming again.
Whilst Thou art away, Lord,
I stumble and stray, Lord,
Oh, hasten the day of Thy coming again.
This is not my rest, Lord,
A pilgrim confessed, Lord,
I wait to be blest at Thy coming again.
E’en now let my ways, Lord,
Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,
For brief are the days ere Thy coming again.
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
No triumph for me like Thy coming again.
Little child, the Door is open (361)
Little child, the Door is open,
Heaven’s palace door,
Where the Father’s kiss awaits thee-
Fatherless no more!
One fair golden Door, one only-
Jesus who hath died!
Jesus is the blessed Doorway,
Open free and wide!
Child, no need to knock to ask Him
If thou mayest come:
Lo, He stands in love beseeching,
Saying, "Child, come home!"
Saying, "Child, the night is dreary
On the mountain lone:
Pass within the Father’s palace-
Heaven shall be thine own!
"Thou hast sinned, but I have suffered
Curse and death for thee:
Now as I to God am precious,
Thou art dear to Me!"
“Come unto me and I will give you rest” ( 237 )
“Come unto Me and I will give you rest:”
What blessed words to weary ones address’d!
They come from Him who knew the depth of woe,
And felt for sinners as none here below.
“Come unto Me;” yes, come in all your sin!
Through Jesu’s blood the vile may enter in,
May come to God, by perfect grace thus led,
Assured that for themselves that blood was shed.
“Come unto Me;” the blessed Son of God
Thus told on earth, in ev’ry step He trod,
The heart of Him who is in nature love,
And is beseeching men that love to prove.
“Come unto Me;” yes, God Himself says “Come!”
He sees afar and runs to welcome home
Unworthy sinners who have nought to plead
But God’s own love and their exceeding need.
“Come unto Me;” oh, blessed open door
For those who but for Christ had hoped no more!
Oh, love of God told out in full extent,
When Jesus to those depths of darkness went!
”Call them in” the poor, the wretched ( 253 )
“Call them in” the poor, the wretched,
Sin stain’d wand’rers 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 mere professors,
Slumb’ring, sleeping, on death’s brink;
Not of life are thy possessors,
Yet of safety vainly think:
Bring them in the careless scoffers,
Pleasure seekers of the earth:
Tell of God’s most gracious offers,
And of Jesu’s priceless worth.
“Call them in” the broken hearted,
Cowering ‘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 then, lost and lonely?
Christ is coming “Call them in.”
The wanderer no more will roam ( 269 )
The wanderer no more will roam;
The lost one to the fold hath come;
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
The father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
It is the Father’s joy to bless;
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
And now my famished soul is fed;
A feast of love for me is spread:
I feed upon the children’s bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
God put me in the children’s place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Not half His love can I express;
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess,
This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Thy precious name it is I bear;
In Thee I am to God brought near;
And all the Father’s love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
A rock that stands for ever ( 285 )
A Rock that stands forever
Is Christ, my Righteousness!
In Him I stand unfearing,
In everlasting bliss!
Christ is my boast and glory
All wrath for me is o’er;
The judgment of the sinner
Affrighteth me no more,
The judgment of the sinner
Affrighteth me mo more!
There is no condemnation,
There is no hell for me!
The torment and the fire
My eyes shall never see!
For me there is no sentence,
For me death has no sting,
For Christ, my Lord, who saved me,
Will shield me with His wing!
No hunger, Lord, nor thirsting,
No danger, fear, nor fight,
No foe, no tribulation,
No throne, nor power, nor might,
No height, no depth, no creature
That has been or can be,
Can pluck me from Thy bosom
Can sever me from Thee!
My heart in joy upleapeth
Grief can not linger there!
O Jesus, Lord in glory,
Thou art my Sunshine fair!
The Source of all my singing
Is Jesus there above!
The Sun that shines upon me
Is Jesus and His Love!
When all Thy mercies, O my God! (2)
When all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
I’m lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And in eternal glory bright
The precious theme renew.
Through all eternity, to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise:
But oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise!
Glory, glory everlasting (18)
Glory, glory everlasting,
Be to Him who bore the cross,
Who redeemed our souls by tasting
Death, the death deserved by us!
Spread His glory! spread His glory!
Who redeemed His people thus.
His is love, ’tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end;
Human thought is here confounded;
‘Tis too vast to comprehend:
Praise the Saviour! praise the Saviour!
Magnify the sinner’s Friend!
While we tell the wondrous story
Of the Saviour’s cross and shame,
Sing we, "Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb."
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Give ye glory to His name!
O Jesus Man of Sorrows! (34)
O Jesus Man of Sorrows!
Weighed down by grief and shame,
All marred with bleeding furrows,
Crushed under hate and blame,
How couldst Thou from the smiter
Bear forth Thy heavy cross,
To meet a doom more bitter,
The wrath of God, for us?
O Jesus, Man of Sorrows,
What pangs of agony!
Thy heart the goal of arrows
Of creature-enmity!
Thy soul, ‘mid all that harrows,
Wrath-bruised on the tree!
O Jesus, Man of Sorrows,
We weep to think of Thee!
O Man of Love and Sorrows!
Thy glory-radiant face
Its tender rest luster borrows
From bruises and disgrace!
That love-light, ever breaking
Anew upon the gaze,
Stirs deeper chords, awaking
A deep and deeper praise!