Awake each soul! awake each tongue
The subject is divine;
The Savior’s love demands our song;
Let all His people join.
This Savior is the mighty God,
The God of heaven above;
Revealed in flesh, He shed His blood,
Blest proof of endless love.
Jesus, Thy love exceeds our thought;
But this at least we see,
The soul that knows Thy love is taught
To value naught but Thee.
And though Thy love be faintly seen,
What’s seen demands our praise;
Without it, Lord, we still had been
Ensnared in Satan’s ways.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
To God Who Gave His Son ( 145 )
To God who gave His Son,
To save us from our sin;
To Christ Himself who died,
And made His people clean:
Eternal thanks and praise be given
By saints on earth, the heirs of heaven.
For Ever With The Lord! ( 161 )
"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen! so let it be:
Life from the dead is in that word,
‘Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him we roam,
Yet nightly pitch our moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.
Our Father’s home on high,
Home to our souls so dear.
E’en now to faith’s transpiercing eye
Thy golden gates appear.
Our thirsty spirits faint
To reach the home we love;
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
And though there intervene
Rough seas and stormy skies,
Though by no mortal vision seen
Thy glory fills our eyes.
There shall all clouds depart,
The wilderness shall cease;
And sweetly shall each gladdened heart
Enjoy eternal peace.
Though In A Foreign Land ( 177 )
Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We every moment come.
Secure within the veil,
Christ is our anchor strong;
While power supreme, and love divine,
Still guide us safe along.
And should the surges rise–
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.
God’s grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.
Soon shall our pains and fears
For ever pass away;
For we shall soon the Savior see
In everlasting day.
Jesus, My Savior! Thou Art Mine ( 193 )
Jesus, my Savior! 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 Savior, teach me to abide
Close sheltered at Thy wounded side,
Each hour receiving "grace on grace,"
Until I see Thee face to face.
Our Times Are In Thy Hand ( 209 )
Our times are in Thy hand,
Father, we wish them there;
Our life, our soul, our all, we leave
Entirely to Thy care.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the crucified!
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.
Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the Advocate!
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain,
For us to supplicate.
Our times are in Thy hand,
We’d always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.
‘Mid Scenes Of Confusion And Creature Complaints ( 225 )
‘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!
A thrice-blessed Savior whose love cannot cease!
Though oft amid trials and dangers we roam,
With Thine we’re united, and hasting towards 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 Savior a heavenly home.
Whate’er Thou deniest, O give us Thy grace,
Thy Spirit’s blest witness, the smiles of Thy face;
And grant us still patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, never-ceasing, the foretaste of 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 praise, blessed Savior at home.
Savior, Through The Desert Lead Us ( 241 )
Savior, through the desert lead us,
Without Thee we cannot go;
Thou from cruel chains has freed us,
And hast laid the tyrant low:
Let Thy presence
Cheer us all our journey through.
Through a desert waste and cheerless,
Though our destined journey lie,
Rendered by Thy presence fearless,
We may every foe defy:
Naught shall move us,
While we see Thee, Savior, nigh.
With a price Thy love has bought us,
(Savior, what a love is Thine!)
Hitherto Thy power has brought us,
(Power and love in Thee combine):
Lord of glory,
Ever on Thy household shine.
Himself He Could Not Save ( 257 )
Himself He could not save,
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh;
Yes, Christ the Son of God must bleed,
That sinners might from sin be freed.
Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done;
Our sin’s full weight must fall
Upon the sinless One;
For nothing less can God accept
In payment of that fearful debt.
Himself He could not save,
For He the Surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood;
He bore the penalty of guilt
When on the cross His 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.
Obedience to His Father’s will,
And love to Him did all fulfill.
And now exalted high–
A Prince and Savior He,
That sinner’s might draw nigh
And drink of mercy free,
Of mercy now so richly shed,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.
O Lord! How Does Thy Mercy Throw ( 273 )
O Lord! how does Thy mercy throw
Its guardian shadow o’er us,
Preserving us while here below,
Safe to the rest before us.
As weaker than a bruised reed,
We cannot do without Thee;
We want Thee here each hour of need,
Shall want Thee too in glory.
And though our efforts now to praise,
Are often cold and lowly,
A nobler, sweeter song we’ll raise
With all Thy saints, in glory.
We’ll lay our trophies at Thy feet,
We’ll worship and adore Thee,
Whose precious blood has made us meet
To dwell with Thee in glory.
"No Condemnation!"–Precious Word! ( 289 )
"No condemnation!"–precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made thee whole.
In heaven the blood for ever speaks
In God’s omniscient ear;
The saints, as jewels on His heart,
Jesus doth ever bear.
"No condemnation!"–O my soul,
‘Tis God that speaks the word,
Perfect in comeliness art thou
In Christ, the risen Lord.
Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb,
So shall I love Thy precious will,
And glorify His name.
That We Are Seen, O God, By Thee– ( 305 )
That we are seen, O God, by Thee–
This is our happy lot–
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.
Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction’s deepest gloom
Its power it still displays.
Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we’re called to die,
The valley’s shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.
Behold The Lamb, Whose Precious Blood ( 321 )
Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood
Drawn from His riven side,
Had power to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.
The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by His side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.
His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received,
Redemption’s earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.
We, too, the cleansing power have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.
To Him, then let our songs ascend,
Who stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner’s Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.
The God Who Dwells Above, We Call ( 337 )
The God who dwells above, we call
Our Father and our Friend;
And , blessed thought! His children all
Shall see Him in the end.
Though now dispersed, the day will come
When He who made us His
Will call us hence, and take us home
To see Him as He is.
Though now unknown, we then shall be
The sons of God confessed,
Those who disown us then shall see
How richly we are blest.
Then let us, brethren, while on earth,
With foes and strangers mixed,
Be mindful of our heavenly birth,
Our thoughts on glory fixed.
That we should glorify Him here
Our Father’s purpose is:
Whene’er the Savior shall appear
He’ll own us His.
What Though the Accuser Roar ( A12 )
What though th’ accuser roar
Of ills that I have done!
I know them well, and thousands more:
Jehovah findeth none.
Sin, Satan, death appear
To harass and appal;
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
Backward they go and fall.
Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground,
Along life’s narrow way.
I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus’ conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace
Right onward to my rest.
There, in His book, I bear
More than a conqueror’s name,
Of soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.
There Is No Other Name Than Thine ( A28 )
There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine;
On which to rest for sins forgiven,
For peace with God, for hope of heaven.
Name above every name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine,
Rock of Salvation–Thou art mine.
God Moves In A Mysterious Way ( A44 )
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
(Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.)
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
Hark! The Voice Of Jesus Calling– ( A60 )
Hark! the voice of Jesus calling–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, thou laboring one, for thee:
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Yes; though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Savior calls to thee;
Faith can hear His gracious accents–
"Come, ye laden, come to Me;
Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
"Take Salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there ’tis offered thee–
Offered without price or money,
‘Tis the gift of God sent free,
"Take salvation–
Take it now and happy be."
Thine, Jesus, Thine ( A76 )
Thine, Jesus, Thine,
No more this heart of mine
Shall seek its joy apart from Thee
The world is crucified to me,
And I am Thine.
Thine–Thine alone,
My joy, my hope, my crown:
Now earthly things may fade and die,
They charm my soul no more, for I
Am Thine alone.
Thine–ever Thine,
For ever to recline
On love eternal, fixed and sure–
Yes, I am Thine for evermore–
Lord Jesus, Thine.
Then let me live
Continual praise to give
To Thy dear name, my precious Lord,
Henceforth alone beloved, adored;
So let me live–
Till Thou shalt come
And bear me to Thy home,
For ever freed from earthly care,
Eternally Thy love to share–
Lord Jesus, come!
Father, ‘Twas Thy Love That Knew Us ( 2 )
Father, ’twas Thy love that knew us
Earth’s foundation long before;
That same love to Jesus drew us
By its sweet constraining power,
And will keep us
Safely now, and evermore.
God of love, our souls adore Thee!
We would still Thy grace proclaim,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
And in glory praise Thy name;
Praise and worship
Be to God and to the Lamb!
Paschal Lamb, By God Appointed ( 18 )
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid;
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made for us with God.
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father’s side;
Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
The Lord Is Risen:The Red Sea’s Judgement Flood ( 34 )
The Lord is risen: the Red Sea’s judgement flood
Is passed in Him, who bought us with His blood.
The Lord is risen: we stand beyond the doom
Of all our sin, through Jesus’ empty tomb.
The Lord is risen: with Him we also rose,
And in His grave see vanquished all our foes.
The Lord is risen: beyond the judgement land,
In Him, in resurrection life we stand.
The Lord is risen: redeemed now to God,
We tread the desert which His feet have trod.
The Lord is risen: the sanctuary’s our place,
Where now we dwell before the Father’s face.
The Lord is risen: the Lord is gone before,
We long to see Him, and to sin no more.
The Lord is risen: our triumph-shout shall be,
"Thou hast prevailed! Thy people, Lord, are free!"
Our Father, We Praise Thee, Thou Blest One, Who Gave Us ( 50 )
Our Father, we praise Thee, Thou blest One, who gave us
In grace without limit Thy well-beloved Son!
O Christ, we exalt Thee, who diedst once to save us,
And now by Thy Spirit hast sealed each one!
Go, And Search The Tomb Of Jesus ( 66 )
Go, and search the tomb of Jesus,
Where the Lord of glory lay;
Jesus is not there, but risen,
And has borne our sins away,
It is finished!
Captive led captivity.
Could not all our sins retain Him,
Prisoned in the guarded cave?
These He blotted out in dying,
By His cross He spoiled the grave:
Lo! He’s risen!
Yes, the Lord is risen indeed.
Jesus, Thou Alone Art Worthy ( 82 )
Jesus, Thou alone art worthy
Ceaseless praises to receive;
For Thy love and grace and goodness
Rise o’er all our thoughts conceive.
With adoring hearts, we render
Honor to Thy precious name,
Overflowing with Thy mercies,
Far and wide Thy worth proclaim.
Praise Him! praise Him! praise the Savior,
Saints aloud your voices raise!
Praise Him! praise Him! till in heaven
Perfected we’ll sing His praise.
Gazing On The Lord In Glory ( 98 )
Gazing on the Lord in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross–it’s 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 e’en 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 heaven’s accord.
Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song e’en here begun,
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son.
The Holiest We Enter ( 114 )
The holiest we enter
In perfect peace with God,
Through whom we found our center,
In Jesus and His blood:
Though great may be our dullness
In thought, and word, and deed,
We glory in the fulness
Of Him that meets our need.
Much incense is ascending
Before th’ eternal throne;
God graciously is bending
To hear each feeble groan;
To all our prayers and praises
Christ adds His sweet perfume,
And love the censer raises,
These odors to consume.
O God, we come with singing,
Because Thy great High Priest
Our names to Thee is bringing,
Nor e’er forgets the least;
For us He wears the miter,
Where "holiness" shines bright,
For us His robes are whiter
Than heaven’s unsullied light.
With Christ Our Theme Begins ( 130 )
With Christ our theme begins,
The Lord of truth and love;
When He had purged our sins,
He took His seat above.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
His power can never fail,
He’ll rule o’er earth, in heaven;
The keys of death and hell
To Him alone are given.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
And sweet that blessed hope:
Jesus, the Lord, shall come,
And take His brethren up
E’en to His Father’s home.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.
We Bless Our Savior’s Name ( 146 )
We bless our Savior’s name,
Our sins are all forgiven;
To suffer once to earth He came:
He now is crowned in heaven.
Lord let us ne’er forget
Thy rich, Thy precious love;
Our theme of joy and wonder here,
Our endless song above.
O let Thy love constrain
Our souls to cleave to Thee!
And ever in our hearts remain
That word, Remember Me.
What Rich, Eternal Bursts Of Praise ( 162 )
What rich, eternal bursts of praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
When time shall cease to be!
Round and around the notes shall swell,
As each redeemed one joins to tell
Thy love, so vast and free.
Each shall the Savior’s likeness bear,
A royal crown each brow shall wear,
With robes unsullied white.
The everlasting song shall be,
To Thee, O Lamb of God, to Thee,
‘Mid scenes of purest light.
Our joy unhindered then with Thee,
Our eyes undimmed Thy glory see,
Whilst worthy praise we give.
Through that eternal cloudless day,
Our burning hearts with rapture say
He died that we might live.