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Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881

Father, We Worship Thee, Our God ( 41 )

Father, we worship Thee, our God
What rich unfathomable grace,
On us, in Christ, hast Thou bestowed!
Children of wrath (our nature’s place),
Now ransomed and with Him made one,
Glories around unbounded shine,
The fulness of our God alone
The limit is of grace divine!

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

On The Lamb Our Souls Are Resting ( 57 )

On the Lamb our souls are resting,
What His love no tongue can say,
All our sins, so great, so many,
In His blood are washed away.

Sweetest rest and peace have filled us,
Sweeter praise than tongue can tell,
God is satisfied with Jesus,
We are satisfied as well.

Conscience now no more condemns us,
For His own most precious blood
Once for all has washed and cleansed us,
Cleansed us in the eyes of God.

Filled with this sweet peace for ever,
On we go, through strife and care,
Till we find that peace around us
In the Lamb’s high glory there.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

The Lord Of Life In Death Hath Lain ( 73 )

The Lord of life in death hath lain,
To clear me from all charge of sin;
And, Lord, from guilt of crimson stain
Thy precious blood hath made me clean.

And now a righteousness divine
Is all my glory, all my trust;
Nor will I fear since that is mine,
While Thou dost live, and God is just.

Clad in this robe, how bright I shine!
Angels possess not such a dress;
Angels have not a robe like mine–
Jesus, the Lord’s my righteousness.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Glory, Glory Everlasting ( 105 )

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
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 Savior!
Magnify the sinner’s Friend.

While we tell the wondrous story
Of the Savior’s cross and shame,
Sing we, "Everlasting glory
Be to God and to the Lamb."
Hallelujah!
Give ye glory to His name.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Glory Unto Jesus Be! ( 121 )

Glory unto Jesus be!
From the curse who set us free;
All our guilt on Him was laid,
He the ransom fully paid.

All that blessed work if done,
God’s well-pleased with His Son;
He has raised Him from the dead,
Set Him over all as Head.

This we know, and cease to mourn,
Patient wait His sure return:
For His saints with Him shall reign–
"Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen!"

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head! ( 137 )

O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead–
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

Death and the curse were in our cup–
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
‘Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup–love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.

Jehovah lifted up His rod–
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.

The tempest awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt risen: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv’st in me.
The Father’s face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Whom Have We, Lord, But Thee ( 153 )

Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,
Soul-thirst to satisfy?
Exhaustless spring! the waters free!
All other streams are dry.

Our hearts by Thee are set
On brighter things above;
Strange that we ever should forget
Thine own most faithful love.

Yet oft we credit not
He freely gives as God,
Though well we know our happy lot
In trusting to His blood.

None like the ransomed host
That precious blood have known;
Redemption gives faith’s holy boast
To draw so near the throne.

Higher and higher yet!
Pleading that same life-blood;
We taste the love that knows no let,
Of Abba as of God.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Lord, We Can See, By Faith In Thee ( 169 )

Lord, we can see, by faith in Thee,
A prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine, in light divine,
In glory never fading.

A home above, of peace and love,
Close to Thy holy person;
Thy saints shall there see glory fair,
And shine as Thy reflection.

O how we thirst the chains to burst,
That weigh our spirits downward;
And there to flow in love’s full glow,
With hearts like Thine surrounded.

No more as here, ‘mid snares to fear
A thought or wish unholy;
No more to pain the Lamb once slain,
But live to love Thee wholly!

No more to view Thy chosen few
In selfish strife divided;
But drink in peace the living grace
That gave them hearts united!

Lord, haste that day of cloudless ray,
That prospect bright, unfailing;
Where God shall shine in light divine,
In glory never fading.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

We Have A Home Above ( 185 )

We have a home above,
From all defilement free;
A mansion which eternal love
Prepared our rest to be.

The Father’s gracious hand
Has built that blest abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
The dwelling place of God.

The Savior’s precious blood
Has made our title sure;
He passed through death’s dark, raging flood,
To make our rest secure.

The Comforter is come,
The Earnest has been given;
He leads us onward to the home
Reserved for us in heaven.

Thy love, most gracious Lord,
Our joy and strength shall be;
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids us rise to Thee.

And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains we’ll praise
The grace that made us Thine.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

We Fly Not From That All-Seeing Eye ( 201 )

We fly not from that all-seeing eye,
Which once we shunned, to hide ourselves in night;
The blood that purged our sins has brought us nigh,
To dwell in God’s own love, and walk in light;
Thee, holy, holy, holy, Lord, we love,
Whose holy will we now delight to learn and prove.

Sin can’t condemn, for grace has justified;
Sin shall not reign, for grace has set us free;
Sin we abhor, since Christ our Surety died;
His grace now rules our souls in liberty;
The grace that has the wondrous work begun
Shall crown with glory when its mighty work is done.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Look, Look, Ye Saints, Within The Veil ( 217 )

Look, look, ye saints, within the veil
And raise your happy song;
Your joys can never, never fail,
For you to Christ belong.

O happy saints, for ever freed
From guilt and every care;
Dwell, dwell with your exalted Head,
And let your life be there.

And glory in you Lord and God;
See, see Him as He is;
Your robes are spotless through His blood,
Your happiness is His.

O think not of this world of woe,
Though subject still to grief;
But seek your portion there to know,
For this will give relief.

Aye trust, for ever trust in God,
For every promise given;
And dwell with Him through Jesus’ blood
Within the veil of heaven.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Hark! The Choirs Of Angels Crying ( 233 )

Hark! the choirs of angels crying,
Glory to the Lamb once slain,
None in heaven or earth denying
Tribute to the Savior’s name.

Ye for whom His life was given,
Higher themes to you belong,
Wake then here the joy of heaven,
Raise the everlasting song.

See how God hath now enthroned Him
At His own right hand on high,
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him,
Filling with His praises the sky.

Filled with blest anticipation,
Chant as soon to be above;
Sweet the theme–a free salvation,
Fruit of everlasting love.

Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name,
Glory, honor, power, and blessing
Be for ever to the Lamb.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

O Lord, In Thee Believing ( 249 )

O Lord, in Thee believing,
Our souls have peace with God,
Eternal life receiving,
The purchase of Thy blood.

Our curse and condemnation
Thou barest in our stead;
Secure is our salvation,
In Thee, our risen Head.

The Holy Ghost, revealing
Thy grace, hath given us rest,
Thy stripes have been our healing,
Thy love doth make us blest.

In Thee the Father sees us
Accepted and complete;
Grace which from evil frees us,
For glory makes us meet.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

O God Of Grace, Our Father ( 265 )

O God of grace, our Father,
We bless Thy holy name,
We who enjoy Thy favor,
Made holy, without blame;
In love, which sought and found us,
And brought us nigh to Thee,
And won the rest of glory,
Our heavenly home shall be.

Thy deep eternal counsel
Chose us in Christ the Son,
Before the earth’s foundation,
Or sin had yet begun;
That we might all the nearness
Of the Beloved know,
And brought to Thee as children
Our children’s praises flow.

We worship Thee, our Father,
Soon shall Thy children be
At home in heavenly glory,
Thy house their home shall be;
We worship Thee, our Father,
And praise Thy perfect love,
Soon shall we chant The glory
In better strains above.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

With Joy We Meditate The Grace ( 281 )

With joy we meditate the grace
Of God’s High Priest above;
His heart is filled with tenderness,
His very name in Love.

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame:
He knows what sorest trials mean,
For He had felt the same.

But spotless, undefiled, and pure,
The great Redeemed stood,
While Satan’s fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears,
And, though ascended, feels afresh
What every member bears.

Then boldly let our faith address
The throne of grace and power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every needed hour.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

When All Thy Mercies, O My God ( 297 )

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
To taste those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
The goodness I’ll pursue;
The desert past, in 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.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

God’s Sovereign Grace To Us Has Given ( 329 )

God’s sovereign grace to us has given,
While pilgrims here below,
A share in all the joys of heaven,
And that blest heaven to know.

With thankful hearts we now can bid
Farewell to pleasure here!
With Christ in God our life is hid,
And all its springs are there.

‘Tis now concealed and lodged secure
In God’s eternal Son,
And there, as He , it shall endure,
Though to the world unknown.

Then, Lord, remove whate’er divides
Our longing souls from Thee;
‘Tis fit that where the Head resides,
The members’ hearts should be.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

His Be The Victor’s Name ( A4 )

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!

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Stricken, Smitten, And Afflicted ( A20 )

"Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,"
See Him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected!
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load!
‘Tis the Word, ’tis God’s Anointed,
Son of man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation;
Here’s the refuge of the lost;
Christ’s the Rock of our salvation–
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God! for sinners wounded–
Sacrifice to cancel guilt,
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Thee their have built.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

We Go To Meet The Savior ( A36 )

We go to meet the Savior,
His glorious face to see;
What manner of behavior
Doth with this hope agree?
May God’s illumination
Guide heart and walk aright;
That so our preparation
Be pleasing in His sight.

We’d gladly while the hours,
Till night shall pass away,
And chant with all our powers
The blessings of that day;
To Thee, the Lord of glory,
We’d raise the happy song,
And make Thy love’s bright story
The theme of every tongue.

Not sinful man’s endeavor,
Nor any mortal’s care,
Could draw Thy sovereign favor
To sinners in despair;
Uncalled, Thou cam’st with gladness,
Us from the fall to raise,
And change our grief and sadness
To songs of joy and praise.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Behold! Behold The Lamb Of God ( A52 )

Behold! behold the Lamb of God
On the cross;
For us He shed His precious blood,
On The cross.
Oh, hear the overwhelming cry:
"Eli lama sabachthani?"
Draw near and see the Savior die
On the cross.

Come, sinner, see Him lifted up
On the cross:
He drinks for you the bitter cup,
On the cross;
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake,
While Jesus doth atonement make–
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross.

Where’er I go I’ll tell the story
Of the cross;
In nothing else my soul shall glory
Save the cross;
Yea, this my constant theme shall be,
Through time and in eternity,
That Jesus tasted death for me
On the cross.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

By Faith I See The Savior Dying ( A68 )

By faith I see the Savior dying,
On the tree;
To ruined sinners He is crying,
"Look to Me."
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Hark, hark! His precious words I hear–
So soft, so sweet, they banish fear–
"Mercy’s free."

This mercy still my soul refreshes–
Oh how free,
And every moment Christ is precious
Unto me.
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While through the wilderness I rove,
Enjoying still my Savior’s love–
"Mercy’s free."

Long as I live I’d still be crying,
"Mercy’s free";
Point to the Lamb for sinners dying
On the tree.
There all my foes He hath withstood,
Washed all my sins away with blood,
Made manifest the love of God
E’en to me.

How sweet the truth, ye sinners, hear it,
"Mercy’s free."
Ye saints of God, to all declare it,
"Mercy’s free."
Visit your neighbor’s dark abode,
Proclaim to all this love of God,
Oh spread the joyful news abroad,
"Mercy’s free."

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

One There Is Above All Others ( A84 )

One there is above all others–
O how He loves!
His is love beyond a brother’s–
O how He loves!
Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day sooth, the next day grieve us,
But this Friend will ne’er deceive us–
O how He loves!

Joy and peace it is to know Him–
O how He loves!
Think, O think how much we owe Him–
O how He loves!
With His precious blood He bought us,
In the wilderness He sought us,
To His loved ones safely brought us–
O how He loves!

We have found a friend in Jesus–
O how He loves!
‘Tis His great delight to bless us–
O how He loves!
How our hearts delight to hear Him
Bid us dwell in safely near Him–
Why should we distrust or fear Him?
O how He loves!

Through His name we are forgiven–
O how He loves!
Backward shall our foes be driven,
O how He loves!
Best of blessings He’ll provide us,
Naught but good shall e’er betide us,
Safe to glory He will guide us–
O how He loves!

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

Grace Is The Sweetest Sound ( 10 )

Grace is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears,
When conscience charged and justice frowned,
‘Twas grace removed our fears.

‘Tis freedom to the slave,
‘Tis light and liberty;
It takes its terror from the grave,
From death its victory.

Grace is a mine of wealth
Laid open to the poor;
Grace is the sov’reign spring of health;
‘Tis Life for evermore.

Of grace then let us sing!
(A joyful, wondrous theme!)
Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,
And we shall reign with Him.

Then shall we see His face
With all the saints above,
And sing forever of His grace,
For ever of His love.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

O Love Divine, Thou Vast Abyss! ( 26 )

O Love divine, Thou vast abyss!
Our sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is our unrighteousness;
From condemnation we are free:
In Jesus’ blood our hearts can trace
The boundless riches of Thy grace.

Fixed on this ground must we remain;
Though heart may fail and flesh decay,
This anchor shall our souls sustain,
When earth and heaven shall pass away.
Mercy’s full worth we then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock

The Day Of Glory Bearing ( 74 )

The day of glory bearing
Its brightness far and near,
The day of Christ’s appearing
We now no longer fear.

He once a spotless victim
For us on Calvary bled;
Jehovah did afflict Him,
And bruised Him in our stead.

To Him by grace united,
We joy in Him alone;
And now by faith delighted,
Behold Him on the throne.

Then let Him come on glory,
Who comes His saints to raise,
To perfect all the story
Of wonder, love and praise.

  Author:  UNKNOWN         Publication: Hymns for the Little Flock