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Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
O Lord! ‘Tis Joy To Look Above ( 106 )
O Lord! ’tis joy to look above,
And see Thee on the throne,
To search the heights and depths of love
Which Thou to us hast shown.
To look beyond the long dark night,
And hail the coming day,
When, Thou to all Thy saints in light,
Thy glories wilt display.
And, oh! ’tis joy the path to trace
By Thee so meekly trod;
Learning of Thee to walk in grace,
And fellowship with God!
Joy to confess Thy blessed name,
The virtue of Thy blood,
And to the wearied heart proclaim,
Behold the Lamb of God!
Jesus, Thou Glorious Priest And King! ( 122 )
Jesus, Thou glorious Priest and King!
Accept the tribute that we bring;
Accept the feeble song of praise
Which here on earth Thy people raise.
, May every minute as it flies
Augment our love, increase our joys,
Till we are brought to sing Thy name
At the glad supper of the Lamb.
And soon the months will roll away,
And quickly come the nuptial day,
When Thou, the Lamb, shalt take Thy throne,
And fully there Thy church shalt own.
The gladness of that happy day,
In this sad world’s our strength and stay;
Then let not faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
Soft The Voice Of Mercy Sounded ( 138 )
Soft the voice of mercy sounded,
Sweet as music to the ear.
"Grace abounds where sin abounded;"
This the word that soothed our fear.
Grace, the sweetest sound we know,
Grace to sinners here below.
Grace, we sing, God’s grace through Jesus;
Grace, the spring of peace to man;
Grace, that from each sorrow frees us;
Grace, too high for thought to scan;
Grace, the theme of God’s own love;
Grace, the theme, all themes above.
Our Father, We Would Worship ( 154 )
Our Father, we would worship
In Jesus’ holy name;
For He, whate’er our changes,
For ever in the same:
Through Him our childlike praises
As incense sweet will be;
The songs Thy Spirit raises
Can ne’er want melody.
The fire Thy love hath kindled
Shall never be put out;
The Spirit keeps it burning
(Though dimmed by things without):
O make it burn more brightly!
By faith more freely shine;
That we may value rightly,
The grace that made us Thine.
Lo! He Comes From Heaven Descending ( 170 )
Lo! He comes from heaven descending,
Once for favored sinners slain!
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train!
Hallelujah!
Jesus comes and comes to reign!
See the Savior, long expected,
Now in solemn pomp appear!
And His saints, by man rejected,
All His heavenly glory share:
Hallelujah!
See the Son of God appear!
Lo! the tokens of His passion,
Though in glory, still He bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
Hallelujah!
Christ, the Lamb of God, appears.
Israel’s race shall now behold Him
Full of grace and majesty;
Though they set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Now in glory
Shall their great Messiah see.
‘Tis Thy heavenly bride and Spirit,
Jesus, Lord! that bid Thee come;
All the glory to inherit,
And to take Thy people home.
All creation
Travails, groans, till Thou shalt come.
Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne:
Savior, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for Thine own:
Come Lord Jesus!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!
Jesus, Of Thee We ne’er Would Tire ( 186 )
Jesus, of Thee we ne’er would tire;
The new and living food
Can satisfy our heart’s desire,
And life is in Thy blood.
If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause, ere long,
Eternal bursts of praise?
To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face.
To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.
For this we’re pressing onward still,
And in this hope would be
More subject to the Father’s will,
E’en now much more like Thee.
What Will It Be To Dwell Above ( 202 )
What will it be to dwell above,
And with the Lord of glory reign,
Since the blest knowledge of His love
So brightens all this dreary plain?
No heart can think, no tongue can tell
What joy ’twill be with Christ to dwell.
When left this scene of faith and strife,
The flesh and sense deceive no more,
When we shall see the Prince of life,
And all His works of grace explore:
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
And God has fixed the happy day
When the last tear shall dim our eyes;
When He will wipe these tears away,
And fill our hearts with glad surprise;
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And know the fulness of His grace.
Soon Will The Master Come:Soon Pass Away ( 218 )
Soon will the Master come: soon pass away
Our times of conflict, grief, and suffering here;
Our nights of weeping end in cloudless day
And sorrow’s moment like a dream appear;
Eternity–with Jesus–in the skies–
How soon that Sun of righteousness may rise!
We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love,
We shall be with Him, whom we long to see;
We shall be like Him, fit for realms above,
With Him, and like Him, for eternity!
Is now to sit at Jesus’ feet our choice?
How will fruition then our souls rejoice!
We’re Not Of This World Which Fadeth Away ( 234 )
We’re not of this world which fadeth away,
We’re not of the night, but children of day;
The chains which once bound us by Jesus are riven,
We’re strangers on earth, our home is in heaven.
Our path is most rugged, and dangerous too,
A wide trackless waste our journey lies through;
But the pillar of cloud that shows us our way,
Is our sure light by night, and shades us by day.
Our Shepherd is still our Guardian and Guide,
Before us He goes to help and provide:
The springs that refresh us from heaven were given,
Our bread is the Manna that came down from heaven.
‘Mid mightiest foes most feeble are we–
Yet, trembling before our great Leader they flee;
The Lord is our Banner, the battle is His,
The weakest of saints more than conqueror is.
And soon shall we enter our own promised land,
Around His bright throne in glory shall stand;
Our song then for ever and ever shall be,
All glory and blessing, Lord Jesus, to Thee!
From Various Cares Our Hearts Retire ( 250 )
From various cares our hearts retire,
Though deep and boundless their desire,
We’ve now to please but One;
Him, before whom each knee shall bow,
With Him is all our business now,
And those that are His own.
With these our happy lot is cast,
Through the world’s desert’s rude and waste,
Or through its gardens fair;
Whether the storms of trouble sweep,
Or all in dead supineness sleep,
T’ advance be all our care.
O Lord, the way, the truth, the life!
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife
Drop off like autumn leaves!
Henceforth, as privileged by Thee,
Simple and undistracted be
Our souls, which to Thee cleave.
Let us our feebleness recline
On that eternal love of Thine,
And human thoughts forget;
Childlike attend what Thou wilt say,
Go forth and serve Thee while ’tis day,
Nor leave our sweet retreat.
Christ The Lord Will Come Again ( 266 )
Christ the Lord will come again,
None shall wait for Him in vain;
We shall then His glory see;
His who died to set us free.
Then, when the archangel’s voice
Calls the sleeping saints to rise,
Rising millions shall proclaim
Blessings on the Savior’s name.
"This is our redeeming God!"
Ransomed hosts will shout aloud:
"Praise, eternal praise be given
To the Lord of earth and heaven!"
Master! We Would No Longer Be ( 282 )
Master! we would no longer be
At home in that which hated Thee,
But patience in Thy footsteps go,
Thy sorrow as Thy joy to know;
We would–and O confirm the power–
With meekness meet the darkest hour,
By shame, contempt, however tried,
For Thou wast scorned and crucified.
We welcome still Thy faithful word–
"The cross shall meet its sure reward;"
For soon must pass the "little while,"
Then joy shall crown Thy servants’ toil:
And we shall hear Thee, Savior, say,
"Arise, my love, and come away"
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more,
But rest on heaven’s eternal shore."
O Haste Away, My Brethren Dear ( 298 )
O haste away, my brethren dear,
And come to Canaan’s shore;
We’ll meet and sing for ever there,
When all our toils are o’er.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!
O that will be joyful!
To meet to part no more,
To meet to part no more,
On Canaan’s happy shore.
And then sing Hallelujah,
With the saints that have gone before.
In bridal robes, all clothed in white,
Will all His saints appear:
And, shining in His glory bright,
We’ll see our Jesus there.
O that will be joyful, etc…
In heaven triumphant joy is found
When sons to God are born;
How will its vaults with praise resound
On the millennial morn!
O that will be joyful etc…
In Canaan’s happy land we’ll meet
To chant this glorious lay;
Our hearts well tuned will sing so sweet,
Through one eternal day.
O that will be joyful, etc…
Through one eternal day we’ll sing,
And bless His sacred name,
With "Hallelujahs to the King!"
And "Worthy is the Lamb!"
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!
O that will be joyful!
To meet to part no more,
To meet to part no more,
On Canaan’s happy shore.
And then sing Hallelujah,
With the saints that have gone before.
Let Sinners Saved Give Thanks And Sing ( 314 )
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Salvation’s theirs and of the Lord;
They draw from heaven’s eternal spring,
The living God, their great reward.
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Whom grace has kept in dangers past,
And, O sweet truth! the Lord will bring
His people safe to heaven at last.
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Of Jesus sing, through all their days,
In heaven above their harps they’ll string,
And there for ever sing His praise.
What Raised The Wondrous Thought ( 330 )
What raised the wondrous thought;
Or who did it suggest?
That we, the church, to glory brought,
Should with the Son be blest.
O God! the thought was Thine
(Thine only it could be)
Fruit of the wisdom, love divine
Peculiar unto Thee:
For, sure, no other mind,
For thoughts so bold, so free,
Greatness or strength, could ever find
Thine only it could be.
The motives, too, Thine own,
The plan, the counsel, Thine!
Made for Thy Son, bone of His bone
In glory bright to shine.
O God! with great delight
Thy wondrous thought we see,
Upon His throne, in glory bright,
The bride of Christ shall be.
Sealed with the Holy Ghost,
We triumph in that love,
Thy wondrous thought has made our boast
"Glory with Christ above."
Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing ( A5 )
Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Calls for ceaseless songs of praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love:
Yet Thou, Lord, hast deigned to seal it
With Thy Spirit from above.
Rescued thus from sin and danger,
Purchased by the Savior’s blood,
May I walk on earth a stranger,
As a son and heir of God.
Oh! What A Savior Is Jesus The Lord ( A21 )
Oh! what a Savior is Jesus the Lord,
Well might His name by His saints be adored!
He has redeemed us from hell by His blood,
Saved them for ever, and brought them to God.
Now in the glory He waits to impart
Peace to the conscience and joy to the heart–
Waits to be gracious, to pardon and heal
All who their sin and their wretchedness feel.
Thousands have fled to His spear-pierced side,
Welcome they all have been, none are denied;
Weary and laden, they all have been blest,
Joyfully now in the Savior they rest.
The Lord Of Life Is Risen ( A37 )
The Lord of life is risen,
Has left the darksome grave,
And, death by Him abolished,
And we with Him are risen,
The fruit of all His toil,
The firstfruits of His harvest,
His suffering’s richest spoil.
The Lord of life is seated
At God’s right hand on high–
God’s just and righteous answer
To grace which stooped to die;
In Him we too are seated,
Oh blessed, wondrous grace!
Accepted and beloved,
In Him, in sonship’s place.
The Lord of life is coming
To perfect all His grace;
To take His blood-bought people
To fill their heavenly place;
Oh! with what joy ascending
We’ll meet Him in the air,
To dwell with Him in glory,
And His blest image bear.
Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed! ( A53 )
Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Savior die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature’s sin.
Oh! The Peace For Ever Flowing ( A69 )
Oh! the peace for ever 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, Savior, we adore Thee!
Christ of God–anointed Son;
We confess Thee, Lord of glory,
Fruits of victory Thou hast won!
The Cross! The Cross, Oh That’s Our Gain ( A85 )
The cross! the cross, oh that’s our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain;
‘Twas there the Lord was crucified,
‘Twas there for us the Savior died.
What wondrous cause could move Thy heart
To take on Thee our curse and smart,
Well knowing we should ever be
So cold, so negligent of Thee?
The cause was love–we sink with shame,
Before our blessed Jesus’ name,
That He should bleed and suffer thus,
Because He loved and pitied us.
Jesus, The Lord, Is Risen ( 11 )
Jesus, the Lord, is risen
Triumphant o’er the grave;
For us he burst the prison,
Almighty now to save:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus liveth that was dead.
Who to our charge shall lay
Iniquity or guilt?
Our sin is done away
Since Jesus’ blood was spilt.
Captivity, etc.
Who now accuseth them
Whom God hath justified?
Or who shall those condemn
For whom the Surety died?
Captivity, etc.
Christ hath the ransom paid,
The wondrous work is done;
On Him our help is laid,
The victory is won.
Captivity, etc.
Lamb Of God, Our Souls Adore Thee ( 27 )
Lamb of God, our souls adore Thee,
While upon Thy face we gaze,
There the Father’s love and glory
Shine in all their brightest rays.
Thy Almighty power and wisdom
All creation’s works proclaim,
Heaven and earth alike confess Thee,
As the ever great I AM.
Son of God! Thy Father’s bosom
Ever was Thy dwelling-place;
His delight, in Him rejoicing,
One with Him in power and grace:
O what wondrous love and mercy!
Thou didst lay Thy glory by,
And for us didst come from heaven
As the Lamb of God to die.
Lamb of God! when we behold Thee
Lowly in the manger laid;
Wand’ring as a homeless stranger
In the world Thy hands had made;
When we see Thee in the garden
In Thine agony of blood,
At Thy grace we are confounded,
Holy, spotless Lamb of God!
When we see Thee as the Victim
Nailed to the accurséd tree,
For our guilt and folly stricken,
All our judgement borne by Thee,
Lord, we own, with hearts adoring,
Thou hast washed us in Thy blood:
Glory, glory everlasting,
Be to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!
Not All The Blood Of Beasts ( 43 )
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish alters slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace
Or wash away its stain.
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Took all our guilt away,
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Our souls look back to see
The burden Thou didst bear
When hanging on the accursed tree,
For all our guilt was there.
Believing we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.
Wisdom! Jehovah’s First Delight ( 59 )
Wisdom! Jehovah’s first delight,
The everlasting Son!
Before the first of all His works,
Creation, was begun;
Before the skies and watery clouds,
Before the solid land;
Before the fields, before the floods,
Thou wast at His right hand!
When He adorned the arch of heaven
And built it, Thou wast there,
To order where the sun should rise,
And marshal every star.
When ocean’s bed was measured out,
And spread the hoary deep,
Thou gav’st the flood a firm decree
In its own bounds to keep.
When, hung amid the empty space,
The earth was balanced well,
With joy Thou saw’st the mansion where
The sons of men should dwell.
Jesus! from everlasting days
Thy thoughts upon us ran;
Ere sin was known, ere Adam’s dust
Was fashioned into man.
Thy Mercy, O God, Is The Theme Of My Song ( 75 )
Thy mercy, O God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
‘Tis free grace alone, from the first to the last,
That wins the affections, and binds the soul fast.
O What A Debt We Owe ( 91 )
O What a debt we owe
To Him who shed His blood,
And cleansed our souls, and gave us power
To stand before His God.
Savior and Lord! we own
The riches of Thy grace;
For we can call Thy God, our God–
Can bow before His face.
Thy Father, too, above,
We worship as our own,
Who gave with Thee the Spirit’s cry,
To us His sons foreknown.
O Jesus, Lord! ‘Tis Joy To Know ( 107 )
O Jesus, Lord! ’tis joy to know
Thy path is o’er of shame and woe,
For us so meekly trod:
All finished is Thy work of toil,
Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.
Thy holy head, once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns;
Thy seat, the Father’s throne;
O Lord! e’en now we sing Thy praise,
Ours the eternal song to raise–
Worthy the Lord alone!
As Head for us Thou sittest there,
Until Thy members too shall share
In all Thou dost receive:
Thy glory and Thy royal throne
Thy boundless love has made our own,
Who in Thy name believe.
We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord;
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
The fruit of love divine.
While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here,
How does the thought our spirits cheer,
The throne of glory’s Thine.
Jesus, Spotless Lamb Of God ( 123 )
Jesus, spotless Lamb of God,
Thou hast bought us with Thy blood;
We are Thine, and Thine alone;
This we gladly, fully own.
Help us to confess Thy name,
Bear with joy Thy cross and shame;
Only seek to follow Thee,
Though reproach our portion be.
When we are to glory come,
And have reached our heavenly home,
Louder then each lip shall own,
We are Thine, and Thine alone.