Lord, e’en to death Thy love could go,
A death of shame and loss,
To vanquish for us every foe,
And break the strong man’s force.
Oh! what a load was Thine to bear
Alone in that dark hour,
Our sins in all their terror there,
God’s wrath and Satan’s power.
The storm that bowed Thy blessed head
Is hushed for ever now,
And rest divine is ours instead,
Whilst glory crowns Thy brow.
Within the Father’s house on high
We soon shall sing Thy praise,
But here where Thou didst bleed and die,
We learn that song to raise.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
O Lord! We Would Delight In Thee ( 243 )
O Lord! we would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
Our safe, unfailing Friend.
When human cisterns are all dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May we with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.
No good in creatures can be found,
All, all is found in Thee;
We must have all things and abound,
Through Thy sufficiency.
Thou that hast made our heaven secure,
Wilt here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can we be poor?
Christ who for us has died!
O Lord! we cast each care on Thee,
And triumph and adore;
O that our great concern may be
To love and praise Thee more.
Ah! Yes, Lord Jesus (Thou Whose Heart ( 259 )
Ah! yes, Lord Jesus (Thou whose heart
Still for Thy saints doth care),
We shall behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy full image bear.
Thy love sustains us by the way,
While pilgrims here below;
Thou dost, O Savior, day by day,
Thy suited grace bestow.
But oh! the more we learn of Thee,
And Thy rich mercy prove,
The more we long Thy face to see,
And fully prove Thy love.
Then, shine, Thou Bright and Morning Star,
Dispel the dreary gloom;
O take, from sin and grief afar,
Thy blood-bought people home!
Our God Is Light:And Though We Go ( 275 )
Our God is light: and though we go
Across a trackless wild,
Our Jesus footsteps ever show
The path for every child.
At every step afresh we prove
How sure our heavenly Guide;
The faithful and forbearing love
That never turns aside.
Thou weariest not, most gracious Lord,
Though we may weary grow;
In season the sustaining word
Thou giv’st our hearts to know.
Death’s bitter waters met our thirst,
Thy cross has made them sweet;
Then on our gladdened vision burst
God’s shady, cool retreat.
Through scenes of strife, by graves of lust,
Our desert path has been;
But here, O Lord, we’ve learned to trust
And love Thee though unseen.
The manna and the springing well
Suffice for every need;
And Eschol’s grapes the story tell
Of where Thy path doth lead.
O Savior! Whom Absent We Love ( 291 )
O Savior! whom absent we love,
Whom having not seen we adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory dominion and power;
O come, and display us as Thine,
And leave us no longer to roam;
May we in Thy glory, Lord, shine,
Thy presence soon summon us home.
O when shall the mists be removed,
And round us Thy brightness be poured?
When meet Thee, whom absent we’ve loved,
When see whom unseen we’ve adored?
O then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on our blissful repose.
Or if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise,
They will bring but new thoughts of Thy love,
New themes for our wonder and praise.
Poor And Feeble Though We Be ( 307 )
Poor and feeble though we be,
Savior, we belong to Thee!
Thine we are, Thou Son of God,
Thine, the purchase of Thy blood.
Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are Thine;
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Son of God, and Heir of heaven!
The Lord Himself Shall Come ( 323 )
The Lord Himself shall come,
And shout the gladdening word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb:
"For ever with the Lord!"
Then, as we upward fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be our shout of victory:
"For ever with the Lord!"
There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we’ll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
A heart supremely blest.
"Knowing as we are known!"–
How shall we love that word,
How oft repeat before the throne:
"For ever with the Lord!"
That resurrection word,
That shout of victory–
Once more: "For ever with the Lord!"
Amen, so let it be!
Our God Is Our Salvation ( 339 )
Our God is our salvation,
Our refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation
Can shake our steadfast peace?
The ground of our profession
Is Jesus and His blood:
He gives us the possession
Of everlasting good.
We know no condemnation,
No law that speaks despair:
And Satan’s accusation,
With Christ, we need not fear.
For us there is provided
A city fair and new,
To it we shall be guided–
Jerusalem’s in view;
Our portion there is lying,
A destined heavenly lot;
And though we’re daily dying,
Our portion withers not.
The heart within us leapeth,
And cannot down be cast,
Since with our God it keepeth
Its never-ending feast.
The sun which, smiling, lights us,
Is Jesus Christ alone:
And what to song incites us,
Is heaven on earth begun.
Asleep In Jesus, Blessed Sleep ( A14 )
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where pow’rless is the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus: oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost its venomed sting.
Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whence waking we’re supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Savior’s power.
Rest Of The Saints In Glory ( A30 )
Rest of the saints in glory,
The laborer’s bright reward,
How constant sounds before me,
"For ever with the Lord."
Rest, through the toil of Jesus,
For saints there doth remain;
An endless rest and precious;
A rest from sin and pain.
My longing heart, now pillowed
On Jesus’ breast of love,
Hath oft to me foreshadowed,
That blissful rest above;
But, O my soul, remember,
None shall be weary there;
The ransomed without number
God’s blessed rest will share.
His face in radiant glory,
With rapture they will see;
His wounds will tell the story,
To swell the jubilee!
The subjects of salvation
Will praise Him ever there;
While all the new creation
God’s endless rest will share.
Have I An Object, Lord, Below ( A46 )
Have I an object, Lord, below
Which would divide my heart with Thee;
Which would divert its even flow
In answer to Thy constancy?
Oh teach me quickly to return,
And cause my heart afresh to burn.
Have I a hope, however dear,
Which would defer Thy coming, Lord!
Which would detain my spirit here
(Where naught can lasting joy afford)?
From it, my Savior, set me free,
To look, and long, and wait for Thee.
Be Thou the object bright and fair
To fill and satisfy the heart;
My hope to meet Thee in the air,
And nevermore from Thee to part:
That I may undistracted be
To follow, serve, and wait for Thee.
I Am Not Told To Labor ( A62 )
I am not told to labor
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak, and helpless,
I never could begin.
But blessed truth–I know it!
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ for my soul hath suffered,
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And if I now would seek Him–
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery;
He oped my ears and gave me
To listen to His call;
He sought me and He found me,
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say of do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and feeble,
On His strong arm I fall,
My strength in pressing onward–
Yes, Christ has done it all!
And when in heavenly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
For ever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol–
"Thou hast Thy self redeemed me;
Yes, Thou hast done it all."
I’m Waiting For Thee, Lord ( A78 )
I’m waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thy beauty to see, Lord,
I’m waiting for Thee, for Thy coming again.
Thou’rt 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,
But glory so fair 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.
Ere God Had Built The Mountains ( 4 )
Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before He filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
In Thee, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is Thy name.
When like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean’s mighty flood,
He wrought by weight and measure;
And Thou wast with Him then;
Thyself the Father’s pleasure,
And Thine the sons of men.
And couldst Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder!
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder
Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"
Lord Jesus! We Worship And Bow At Thy Feet ( 20 )
Lord Jesus! we worship and bow at Thy feet,
And give Thee the glory, the honor that’s meet;
While through Thee, O Savior, our praises ascend
And join in the chorus that never shall end.
Father, We Own Thy Sov’reign Claim ( 36 )
Father, we own Thy sov’reign claim
And bless Thy Son’s most precious name,
Whom Thou for us hast given;
Who bore the curse to sinners due,
Quickened our ruined souls anew,
And made us heirs of heaven.
‘Tis by the Holy Ghost alone
That Christ, the Lord, is made our own,
The gift of grace divine:
But since to us, in His blest face,
There shines the glory of Thy grace,
We know that we are Thine.
Oh, while we here together join,
Before the throne of grace divine,
Bow down a Father’s ear;
Our hearts have listened to Thy word,
Thy name we praise with glad accord,
Reveal Thyself as near.
Lord, We Are Thine:Bought By Thy Blood ( 52 )
Lord, we are Thine: bought by Thy blood.
Once the poor guilty slaves of sin,
But Thou redeemedst us to God,
And mad’st Thy Spirit dwell within;
Thou hast our sinful wanderings borne
With love and patience all divine;
As brands, then, from the burning torn,
We own that we are wholly Thine.
Lord, we are Thine: Thy claims we own,
Ourselves to Thee we’d wholly give;
Reign Thou within our hearts alone,
And let us to Thy glory live;
Here let us each Thy mind display,
In all Thy gracious image shine;
And haste that long-expected day
When Thou shalt own that we are Thine.
Thy Name We Bless, Lord Jesus ( 68 )
Thy name we bless, Lord Jesus,
That name all names excelling,
How great Thy love, all praise above,
Should every tongue be telling.
The Father’s loving-kindness
In giving Thee was shown us;
Now by Thy blood redeemed to God,
As children He doth own us.
From that eternal glory
Thou hadst with God the Father,
He gave His Son that He in one
His children all might gather;
Our sins were laid on Thee,
God’s wrath Thou hast endured;
It was for us Thou sufferedst thus,
And hast our peace secured.
Thou from the dead was raised–
And from all condemnation
Thy saints are free, as risen in Thee,
Head of the new creation!
On high Thou hast ascended,
To God’s right hand in heaven,
The Lamb once slain, alive again–
To Thee all power is given.
Thou hast bestowed the earnest
Of that we shall inherit;
Till Thou shalt come to take us home,
We’re sealed by God the Spirit.
We wait for Thine appearing,
When we shall know more fully
The grace divine that made us Thine,
Thou Lamb of God most holy!
We Hear The Words Of Love ( 84 )
We hear the words of love,
We gaze upon the blood,
We see the mighty sacrifice,
And we have peace with God.
‘Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah’s name;
‘Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.
Our love is ofttimes low,
Our joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change Jehovah knows.
We change–He changes not;
Our Christ can never die:
His love, not ours, the resting-place,
We on His truth rely.
The cross still stands unchanged,
Though heaven is now His home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
But yonder is His tomb!
And yonder is our peace,
The grave of all our woes;
We know the Son of God has come,
We know He died and rose.
We know He liveth now
At God’s right hand above;
We know the throne on which He sits,
We know His truth and love!
Now In A Song Of Grateful Praise ( 100 )
Now in a song of grateful praise,
To our dear Lord the voice we’ll raise;
With all His saints we’ll join to tell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
All worlds His glorious power confess,
His wisdom all His works express;
But oh, His love!–what tongue can tell?
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
And since our souls have known His love,
What mercies has He made us prove,
Mercies which all our praise excel;
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
And when on that bright day we rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
In heavenly songs this note shall swell,
"Our Jesus hath done all things well."
O Render Thanks To God Above ( 116 )
O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Hath stood, and doth for ever last.
The Father’s boundless love we sing,
The fountain whence our blessings spring;
How great the depth, how high it flows,
No saint can tell, no angel knows.
Its length and breadth no eye can trace,
No thought explore the bounds of grace;
The love that saved our souls from hell
Transcends the creature’s power to tell.
The Person Of The Christ ( 132 )
The person of the Christ,
Enfolding every grace,
Once slain, but now alive again,
In heaven demands our praise.
Gladly of Him we sing,
Since we with Him are dead;
Our life is hid with Christ in God,
In Christ the church’s Head.
The heavens are opened now!
Sound it through earth abroad;
And we, by faith, in HEAVEN behold
Jesus the Christ, our Lord.
Oh For The Robe Of Whiteness ( 148 )
Oh for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light,
Oh for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night.
We would a name of favor,
Graved on the stone of white,
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
Reserved for heaven’s delight.
‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.
What joy supreme in seeing
The Savior face to face,
The peaceful joy of being
For ever in that place!
Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
When we Thy glory see.
E’en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
On Thee who cam’st to die.
At God’s right hand in glory
Thou sitt’st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat.
Then o’er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch it’s arm;
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm.
O Jesus Christ, Most Holy– ( 164 )
O Jesus Christ, most holy–
Head of the church, Thy bride,
In us each day more fully
Thy name be magnified!
O may, in each believer,
Thy love its power display,
And none among us ever
From Thee, our Shepherd, stray!
We Are But Strangers Here ( 180 )
We are but strangers here;
Heaven is our home!
Earth in 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 thought the tempest rage,
Heaven is our home!
Short is our pilgrimage;
Heaven is our home!
This life’s wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast;
We shall reach home at last;
Heaven is our home!
There at our Savior’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!
Whate’er our earthly lot;
Heaven is our home!
We shall yet surely stand,
There at our Lord’s right hand;
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home!
Come Let Us Sing The Matchless Worth ( 196 )
Come let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Savior shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring:
The song with which high heaven will ring,
"Praises for grace divine."
How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is the righteousness,
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!
How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
We e’er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.
And soon the happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Savior, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we’ll spend
In singing still His grace.
Called From Above, And Heavenly Men By Birth ( 212 )
Called from above, and heavenly men by birth
(Who once were but the citizens of earth),
As pilgrims here, we seek a heavenly home,
Our portion in the ages yet to come.
Where all the saints of every clime shall meet,
And each with all shall all the ransomed greet,
But oh! the height of bliss, my Lord, shall be
To owe it all, and share it all with Thee.
Thou vast "the image," in man’s lowly guise,
Of the invisible to mortal eyes;
Come from His bosom, from the heavens above,
We see in Thee incarnate, "God is love."
Thy lips the Father’s name to us reveal;
What burning power in all Thy words we feel,
When to our raptured hearts we hear Thee tell
The heavenly glories which Thou know’st so well.
No curse of law, in Thee was sovereign grace,
And now what glory in Thine unveiled face!
Thou didst attract the wretched and the weak,
Thy joy the wand’rers and the lost to seek.
That precious stream of water and of blood
Which from Thy pierced side so freely flowed,
Has put away our sins of scarlet dye,
Washed us from every stain, and brought us nigh.
We are but strangers here, we do not crave
A home on earth, which gave Thee but a grave:
Thy cross has severed ties which bound us here,
Thyself our treasure in a brighter sphere.
Join All The Glorious Names ( 228 )
Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love and power,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set the Savior forth.
Great Prophet of our God!
Our tongues must bless Thy name,
By whom the joyful news
Of free salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, of peace with heaven.
Thou art our Counselor,
Our Pattern, and our Guide,
And Thou our Shepherd art;
Ah! keep us near Thy side;
Nor let our feet e’er turn astray,
To wander in the crooked way.
We love the Shepherd’s voice:
His watchful eyes shall keep
Our pilgrim souls among
The thousands of God’s sheep;
He feeds the flock, He calls their names,
And gently leads the tender lambs.
That Bright And Blessed Morn Is Near ( 244 )
That bright and blessed morn is near
When He, the Bridegroom, shall appear,
And call His bride away.
Her blessing then shall be complete,
When with her Lord she takes her seat
In everlasting day.
The days and nights are gliding past,
Soon shall be heard the trumpet’s blast
Which wakes the sleeping saints.
The dead in Christ in glory rise,
When we with them shall reach the skies
Where Jesus for us waits.
What wonder, joy, and glad surprise
Shall fill our hearts as thus we rise
To meet Him in the air;
To see His face, to hear His voice,
And in His perfect love rejoice,
Whose glory then we’ll share.
No more deferred our hope shall be,
No longer through a glass we’ll see,
But clearly face to face.
We’ll dwell with Jesus then above,
Whom absent we have learned His love,
Blest samples of His grace.
O may this hope our spirits cheer,
While waiting for our Savior here;
He’ll quickly come again.
O may our hearts look for that day,
And to His word responsive say,
"Come, Jesus, Lord, Amen."
Lord Jesus, Come ( 260 )
Lord Jesus, come,
And take Thy rightful place
As Son of man, of all the theme!
Come, Lord, to reign o’er all supreme,
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
The Man of sorrows once,
The Man of patience waiting now–
The Man of joy, for ever, Thou,
Come, Savior, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Crowned with Thy many crowns–
The Crucified, the Lamb once slain,
To wash away sin’s crimson stain,
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come,
And take Thy Father’s gift,
The people by Thy cross made Thine,
The trophy of Thy love divine!
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come,
That, lost in Thee, our souls
May bow and worship and adore,
In Thy blest presence evermore!
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come,
And let Thy glory shine,
That quickly these changed bodies may
Each one reflect a living ray,
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Let every knee bow down,
And every tongue to Thee confess,
The Lord of all come forth to bless,
Lord Jesus, come!
Spirit and Bride,
With longing voice, say, Come;
Yea, Lord, Thy word from that bright home
Is, "Surely, I will quickly come!"
E’en so, Lord, come.