Blest Father, infinite in grace,
Source of eternal joy;
Thou lean’st our hearts to that blest place
Where rest’s without alloy.
There will Thy love find perfect rest,
Where all around is bliss,
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.
Eternal love their portion is,
Where love has found its rest;
And, filled with Thee, the constant mind
Eternally is blest.
There Christ, the center of the throng.
Shall in His glory shine;
But not an eye those hosts among
But sees His glory Thine.
The counsels too in all Thine own,
Fulfilled by power divine,
Spread wide the glory of Thy throne,
Where all in glory shine.
Yet deeper, if a calmer, joy
The Father’s love shall raise,
And every heart find sweet employ
In His eternal praise.
Nor is its sweetness now unknown,
Well proved in what it’s done;
Our Father’s love with joy we own,
Revealed in Christ the Son.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
May The Savior’s Love And Merit ( 194 )
May the Savior’s love and merit
Fill our hearts both night and day,
And the unction of His Spirit
All our thoughts and actions sway.
May we thus, in God confiding,
And from self-dependence free,
Find our rest–in Christ abiding–
Till with joy Himself we see.
"One Spirit With The Lord" ( 210 )
"One Spirit with the Lord";
O blessed, wondrous word!
What heavenly light, what power divine,
Doth that sweet word afford!
"One spirit with the Lord";
Jesus, the glorified,
Esteems the church for which He bled,
His body and His bride.
And though by storms assailed,
And though by trials pressed,
Himself our life, He bears us up
Right onward to the rest.
There we shall drink the stream
Of endless bliss above:
There we shall know, without a cloud,
His full, unbounded love.
And Art Thou, Gracious Master, Gone ( 226 )
And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on the throne,
And sit for ever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.
Should we to gain the world’s applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,
And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame would fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.
No, let the world cast out our name,
And vile account us if it will,
If to confess our Lord be shame,
Oh, then would we be viler still;
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.
What transports then will fill our heart
When Thou our worthless names wilt own,
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
And know as we ourselves are known.
And then from sin and sorrow free
Find our eternal rest with Thee.
Sing Aloud To God, Our Strength ( 242 )
Sing aloud to God, our strength;
He has brought us hitherto:
He will bring us home at length;
This the Lord our God will do:
Doubt not, for His word is stable;
Fear not, for His arm is able.
Sing aloud to God, our strength;
Sing with wonder of His love;
Who can tell its breadth or length,
Who below, or who above?
Who its depth and height can measure?
‘Tis a rich unbounded treasure!
Sing aloud to God, our strength;
He is with us where we go;
Fear we not the journey’s length,
Fear we not the mighty foe:
All our foes shall be defeated,
And our journey safe completed.
From Egypt Lately Come ( 258 )
From Egypt lately come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain:
Hallelujah!
We are on our way to God.
There sin and sorrow cease,
And, every conflict o’er,
There we shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more.
Hallelujah! etc…
How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim’s breast;
We’re journeying through the wilderness,
But soon shall gain our rest;
Hallelujah! etc…
O Lord! Thy Rich, Thy Boundless Love ( 274 )
O Lord! Thy rich, Thy boundless love
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O give our hearts its depth to prove,
And reign without a rival there!
From thee, O Lord, we all receive,
Thine, wholly Thine, alone we’d live.
O Lord! how cheering is Thy way!
How blest, how gracious in our eyes!
Care, anguish, sorrow, pass away,
And fear before Thy presence flies.
Lord Jesus! nothing would we see,
Nothing desire, apart form Thee!
‘Mid conflict be Thy love our peace!
In weakness be Thy love our strength!
And when the storms of life shall cease,
And Thou to meet us com’st at length,
O Jesus, then these hearts shall be
For ever satisfied with Thee.
Why Those Fears? Behold, ‘Tis Jesus ( 290 )
Why those fears? Behold, ’tis Jesus
Holds the helm and guides the ship;
Spread the sails, and catch the breezes
Sent to waft us through the deep
To the regions
Where the mourners cease to weep.
Though the shore we hope to land on
Only by report is known,
Yet we freely all abandon,
Led by that report alone,
And with Jesus
Through the trackless deep move on.
Led by faith, we brave the ocean;
Led by faith, the storm defy;
Calm amidst tumultuous motion,
Knowing that the Lord is nigh:
Waves obey Him,
And the storms before Him fly.
Rendered safe by His protection,
We shall pass the watery waste,
Trusting to His wise direction,
We shall gain the port at last;
And with wonder
Think on toils and dangers past.
O what pleasures there await us!
There the tempests cease to roar:
There it is that those who hate us
Can molest our peace no more:
Trouble ceases
On that tranquil, happy shore.
And Art Thou With Us, Gracious Lord ( 306 )
And art Thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God,
Our Father ever near?
With such support our souls may rest,
And banish every care;
The darkest path is cheered with smiles,
Since Thou art with us there.
There Is A Stream Of Precious Blood ( 322 )
There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus’ veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Savior in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.
Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E’er since by faith, we saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for sin,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.
Soon in a nobler, sweeter song
We’ll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stamm’ring tongue,
But conquerors o’er the grave.
Lord, we believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though we be)
For us a blood-bought, free reward,
And harps of minstrelsy.
Harps strung and tuned for endless years
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but Thine.
Since Thou, The Everlasting God ( 338 )
Since Thou, the everlasting God,
Our Father art become;
Jesus, our Guardian and Friend,
And heaven our final home:
We welcome all Thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;
And when we know not what Thou dost,
We wait the light above.
Thy gracious love, in all our need,
Shall heavenly light impart;
And be our theme of endless praise
When all things else depart.
Child Of God, By Christ’s Salvation ( A13 )
Child of God, by Christ’s salvation,
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care–
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee–
Think what Father’s smiles are thine–
Think that Jesus died to win thee–
Child of God! wilt thou repine?
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s right hand shall guide thee there;
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Lead, Light Divine, Amid Th’ Encircling Gloom– ( A29 )
Lead, light divine, amid th’ encircling gloom–
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant path; one step’s enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and seek my path; but now,
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Thus far Thy power hath blessed me, and it still
Will lead me on,
O’er moor and fen, through tangled brakes, on till
The night is gone;
And with the morn the everlasting joy,
Which led me on, is mine without alloy.
O Gracious Shepherd! Bind Us ( A45 )
O gracious Shepherd! bind us
With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind us
How mercy set us free.
O may the Holy Spirit
Keep this before our eyes,
That we Thy death and merit
Above all else may prize!
We are of God’s salvation
Assured through Thy love,
Yet oft, on slight occasion,
How faithless do we prove.
Thou hast our sins forgiven–
Then leaving all behind,
We would press on to heaven,
Bearing the prize in mind.
O may we, then Lord, ever,
While in this vale of tears,
Look up to Thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.
For Thou wilt not forsake us
Though we are oft to blame;
O let Thy love then make us
True to Thy faith and name!
What, Sinner, Canst Thou Do? ( A61 )
What, sinner, canst thou do?
Where, sinner, canst thou fly?
Eternal wrath hangs o’er thy head,
And judgement lingers nigh.
For God must visit sin
With His displeasure sore:
Since He is holy, just, and true,
And righteous evermore.
So Jesus died for sin–
Upon the cross He died;
God’s righteousness was there displayed,
And justice satisfied.
Faith is the way of life;
Believe in Christ and live;
Fly to the shelter of His blood,
And peace with God receive.
The Sands Of Time Are Sinking ( A77 )
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Oh, Christ! He is the fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above!
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
With mercy and with judgement
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love.
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Oh! I am my Beloved’s,
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His "house of wine"!
I stand upon His merit,
I know no safer stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel’s land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze on glory,
But on my King of Grace–
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.
O God! We See Thee In The Lamb ( 3 )
O God! we see Thee in the Lamb
To be our hope, our joy, our rest;
The glories that compose Thy name
Standing engaged to make us blest.
Thou great and good! Thou just and wise!
Hail! as our Father and our God!
For we are Thine by sacred ties,
Thy sons and daughters, bought with Thy blood.
Then, oh! to us this grace afford,
That far from Thee we ne’er may move;
Our guard–the presence of the Lord;
Our joy–Thy perfect present love.
This gives us ever to rejoice,
Turning to light our darkest days;
And lifts on high each feeble voice,
While we have breath to pray or praise.
Praise The Lord! He Died To Save Us! ( 19 )
Praise the Lord! He died to save us!
‘Tis by Him alone we live;
And in Him the Father gave us
All that boundless love could give:
Life eternal
In the Savior we receive.
Rise, My Soul! Behold, ‘Tis Jesus ( 35 )
Rise, my soul! behold, ’tis Jesus,
Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;
See Him now in glory seated,
Where thy sins no more can rise.
There in righteousness transcendent,
Lo! He doth in heaven appear,
Shows the blood of His atonement
As thy title to be there.
All thy sins were laid upon Him,
Jesus bore them on the tree;
God, who knew them, laid them on Him,
And, believing, thou art free.
God now brings thee to His dwelling,
Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome, ever telling,
What a portion there is thine.
Blessed, glorious word, "for ever"–
Yea "for ever" is the word;
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
Nought divide them from the Lord.
Jesus, Our Lord! We Know Thy Name ( 51 )
Jesus, our Lord! we know Thy name,
Thy name is all our trust;
Thou wilt not put our souls to shame,
Nor let our hope be lost.
Firm as Thy life the promise stands,
And Thou canst well secure
What we’ve committed to Thy hands,
Till the appointed hour.
Then wilt Thou own us each by name
Before Thy Father’s face;
And in the new Jerusalem
Give us our blood-bought place.
Like Thee, O Lord–How Wondrous Fair ( 67 )
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.
See! See, The Blessed Savior Comes ( 83 )
See! see, the blessed Savior comes,
The God of love and grace;
With Him we spend eternity
In triumph and in praise.
For ever our still wondering eyes
Shall o’er His beauties rove;
To endless ages we’ll adore
The riches of His love!
On Christ Salvation Rests Secure ( 99 )
On Christ salvation rests secure;
The Rock of Ages must endure;
Nor can that faith be overthrown
Which rests upon the "Living Stone."
No other hope shall intervene:
To Him we look, on Him we lean:
Other foundations we disown,
And build on Christ, the " Living Stone."
In Him, it is ordained to raise
A temple to Jehovah’s praise,
Composed of all the saints, who own
No Savior but the "Living Stone."
View the vast building, see it rise;
The work how great! the plan how wise!
O wondrous fabric! power unknown!
That rears it on the "Living Stone."
But most adore His precious name;
His glory and His grace proclaim;
For us, condemned, despised, undone,
He gave Himself, the "Living Stone."
Head Of The Church, Thy Body ( 115 )
Head of the church, Thy body,
O Christ, the great Salvation!
Sweet to the saints
It is to think
Of all Thine exaltation!
All power’s to Thee committed.
All power on earth, in heaven;
To Thee a name
Of widest fame
Above all glory’s given.
With Thee believers raised,
In Thee in high are seated;
All guilty once,
But cleared by Thee;
Redemption-toil’s completed.
And when Thou, Lord and Savior,
Shalt come again in glory,
There by Thy side,
Thy spotless bride
Shall crown the wondrous story.
At length–the final kingdom,
No bound, no end possessing:
When heaven and earth–
God all in all
Shall fill with largest blessing.
All root of evil banished,
No breath of sin to wither,
On earth–on high–
Naught else but joy,
And blissful peace for ever!
Praise We To The Father Give ( 131 )
Praise we to the Father give,
God in whom we move and live;
Children’s praise He loves to hear,
Children’s songs delight His ear.
Praise we to the Firstborn bring,
Christ the Prophet, Priest, and King;
Glad we raise our sweetest strain
To the Lamb that once was slain!
Praises for the Holy Ghost
Sent from heaven at Pentecost!
‘Tis through Him alone we live,
And the precious truth receive.
Blest our portion thus to be
Glorying in the Trinity;
For the gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."
To Him That Loved Us, Gave Himself ( 147 )
To Him that loved us, gave Himself,
And died to do us good,
Has washed us from our scarlet sins
In His most precious blood;
Who made us kings and priests to God
His Father infinite:
To Him eternal glory be,
And everlasting might!
Through Him to God–the God most high–
Praise for all grace be given;
Whose gifts through all eternity
We’ll gladly sing in heaven;
His Christ has loved us, given Himself,
And died to do us good,
Has washed us from our scarlet sins
In His own precious blood.
While Created Things Are Wasting ( 163 )
While created things are wasting,
Still our God abides the same;
All His words are everlasting,
All His works His love proclaim;
Sing we praises to His name.
Brightness Of The Eternal Glory ( 179 )
Brightness of the eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the heaven-sent story
Of the Lamb who came to die?
Came from Godhead’s fullest glory
Down from Calvary’s depth of woe,
Now on high, we bow before Thee;
Streams of praises ceaseless flow!
Sing His blest triumphant rising;
Sing Him on the Father’s throne;
Sing–till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone.
Worthy Of Homage And Of Praise ( 195 )
Worthy of homage and of praise;
Worthy by all to be adored;
Exhaustless theme of heav’nly lays!
Thou, Thou art worthy, Jesus, Lord.
Now seated on Jehovah’s throne,
The Lamb once slain in glory bright:
‘Tis thence Thou watchest o’er Thine own,
Guarding us through the deadly fight.
To Thee, e’en now, our song we raise,
Though sure the tribute mean must prove;
No mortal tongue can tell Thy ways,
So full of life and light and love.
Yet, Savior Thou shalt have full praise:
We soon shall meet Thee on the cloud,
We soon shall see Thee face to face,
In glory praising as we would.
O Jesus Christ, The Savior ( 211 )
O Jesus Christ, the Savior,
We only look to Thee;
‘Tis in Thy love and favor
Our souls find liberty.
When Satan seeks to sift us,
And shipwreck we might fear,
‘Tis this o’er all will lift us,
That Thou art ever near.
Yes, though the tempest round us
Seems safety to defy;
Though rocks and shoals surround us,
And billows swell on high–
Thou dost from all protest us,
And cheer us by Thy love;
Thy counsels still direct us
Safe to the rest above.
There with what joy reviewing
Past conflicts, dangers, fears,
Thy hand our foes subduing,
And drying all our tears,
Our hearts with rapture burning,
The path we shall retrace,
Where now our souls are learning
The riches of Thy grace.