Guide us, O Thou gracious Savior,
Pilgrims through this barren land;
We are weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold us with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven!
Feed us now and evermore.
While we tread this vale of sorrow,
May we in Thy love abide:
Keep us ever, gracious Savior,
Cleaving closely to Thy side,
Still relying
On the Father’s changeless love.
Savior, come, we long to see Thee,
Long to dwell with Thee above,
And to know in full communion
All the sweetness of Thy love.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Take Thy waiting people home.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
Hark, The Glad Sound! The Savior Comes! ( 292 )
Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes!
The Savior promised long:
Take up the word, ye saved saints,
Renew the gladsome song.
He comes! creation to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The tyrant’s thralldom to destroy,
And make th’ usurper yield.
He comes! the mighty foe to bind,
The groaning earth to free,
While (chief of all His goodness gives)
Himself its Lord shall be.
Hosannas glad, Thou Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And all creation shall rejoice
In Thy beloved name.
Savior Divine, Whose Name We Know ( 308 )
Savior divine, whose name we know,
In whom alone we trust,
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,
Thou art Thy people’s boast.
The guilty soul, by sin defiled,
The conscience sore opprest,
In Thee believing stands approved,
And finds abiding rest.
To Thee, our great redeeming Lord,
What lasting thanks we owe,
For raising sinners to such joys
From depths of endless woe.
Lord Jesus, Come! ( 324 )
Lord Jesus, come!
Nor let us longer roam
Afar from Thee and that bright place
Where we shall see Thee face to face.
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Thine absence here we mourn,
No joy we know apart from Thee
No sorrow in Thy presence see.
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
And claim us as Thine own,
With longing hearts the path we tread,
Which Thee on high to glory led
Come, Savior, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
And take Thy people home
That all Thy flock so scattered here,
With Thee in glory may appear.
Lord Jesus, come!
Father, We Commend Our Spirits ( 340 )
Father, we commend our spirits
To Thy love, in Jesus’ name,
Love which His atoning merits
Give us confidence to claim.
O how sweet, how real a pleasure
Flows from love so full and free!
‘Tis a vast exhaustless treasure,
Savior, we possess in Thee!
From the world and its confusion,
Here we turn and find our rest,
From its care and its delusion,
Turn to Thee, in whom we’re blest.
By the Holy Ghost anointed,
May we do the Father’s will,
Walk the path by Him appointed,
All His pleasure to fulfil.
The Lamb Was Slain, His Precious Blood ( A15 )
The Lamb was slain, His precious blood
On Calvary’s awful tree was shed;
He for the guilty sinner stood,
And bore the judgement in his stead.
He has made peace,
And now He lives who once was dead.
Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace;
To high and low–who hear the call–
To old and young of Adam’s race,
He preaches peace,
And love divine shines in His face.
Behold Him now, exalted high,
Upon the throne He took His seat,
Oh, wondrous grace, that we brought nigh
And in Him seated are complete,
He is our peace,
For light divine He’s made us meet.
Lord, Thy Love Has Sought And Found Us ( A31 )
Lord, Thy love has sought and found us
Wandering in this desert wide,
Thou hast thrown Thine arms around us,
For us suffered, bled, and died:
Sing, my soul! He loved thee,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark! what sounds of bitter weeping,
From yon lonesome garden sweep,
‘Tis the Lord His vigil keeping,
Whilst His followers sink in sleep.
Ah, my soul, He loved thee,
Yea, He gave Himself for me.
He is speaking to His Father,
Tasting deep that bitter cup
Yet He takes it willing rather
For our sakes to drink it up.
Oh what love! He loved me!
Gave Himself, my soul for thee.
Then that closing scene of anguish;
All God’s waves and billows roll
Over Him, there left to languish
On the cross to save my soul.
Matchless love! how vast, how free,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
Hark again! those cries are waking
Echoes on dark Calvary’s hill;
God, my God, art Thou forsaking
Him who always did Thy will?
Ah, my soul! it was for thee,
Yes! He gave Himself for me.
Lord, we joy, Thy toils are ended,
Glad Thy suffering time is o’er,
To Thy Father’s throne ascended,
There Thou liv’st to die no more.
Yes, my soul! He lives for thee,
He who gave Himself for me.
Lord, we worship and adore Thee
For Thy rich, Thy matchless grace,
Perfect soon in joy before Thee,
We shall see Thee face to face.
Yet e’en now our song shall be,
Jesus gave Himself for me.
God In Mercy Sent His Son ( A47 )
God in mercy sent His Son
To a world by sin undone;
Jesus Christ was crucified–
‘Twas for sinners Jesus died.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Savior’s face,
Telling sinner’s from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."
Sin and death no more shall reign,
Jesus died and lives again!
In the glory’s highest height–
See Him God’s supreme delight.
O the glory etc…
All who in His name believe,
Everlasting life receive;
Lord of all is Jesus now,
Every knee to Him must bow.
O the glory of the grace,
Shining in the Savior’s face,
Telling sinner’s from above,
"God is light," and "God is love."
Christ the Lord will come again,
He who suffered once will reign,
Every tongue at last will own,
"Worthy is the Lamb" alone
O the glory etc…
"All Things Are Ready," Come ( A63 )
"All things are ready," Come,
Come, rich and poor; come, old and young,
Come, and be richly fed.
"All things are ready," Come,
O make no vain excuse:
No yoke of oxen, wife, or field,
Instead to Jesus choose.
"All things are ready," Come,
The door is open wide;
O feast upon the love of God,
For Christ His Son has died.
"All things are ready," Come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love
To fallen man has proved.
"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!
"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!
Our Great High Priest Is Sitting ( A79 )
Our great High Priest is sitting
At God’s right hand above,
For us His hands uplifting,
In sympathy and love:
Whilst here below, in weakness,
We onward speed our way;
In sorrow oft and sickness,
We sigh and groan and pray.
Through manifold temptation,
My soul holds on her course,
Christ’s mighty intercession
Alone is her resource;
My gracious High Priest’s pleadings,
Who on the cross did bleed,
Bring down God’s grace and blessings,
Help in each hour of need.
Oh, Jesus, blessed Savior,
We hope to see Thee soon,
Who once on earth didst suffer,
Who soon for us wilt come;
‘Twas God’s most gracious favor,
That gave His Son to die–
To live our Intercessor,
To plead for us on high.
Unto Him Who Loved Us–Gave Us ( 5 )
Unto Him who loved us–gave us
Every pledge that love could give;
Freely shed His blood to save us;
Gave His life that we might live;
Be the kingdom,
And dominion,
And the glory evermore.
"Abba, Father," We Approach Thee ( 21 )
"Abba, Father," we approach Thee
In our Savior’s precious name;
We, Thy children, here assembling,
Now the promised blessing claim.
From our guilt His blood has washed us,
‘Tis through Him our souls draw nigh;
And Thy Spirit too has taught us
"Abba, Father," thus to cry.
Once as prodigals we wandered
In our folly far from Thee;
But Thy grace, o’er sin abounding,
Rescued us from misery:
Clothed in garments of salvation,
At Thy table is our place;
We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest,
In the riches of Thy grace.
Thou the prodigal hast pardoned,
"Kissed us" with a Father’s love;
"Killed the fatted calf," and called us
E’er to dwell with Thee above.
"It is meet," we hear Thee saying,
"We should merry be and glad;
I have found my once lost children,
Now they live who once were dead."
"Abba, Father!" we adore Thee,
While the hosts in heaven above
E’en in us now learn the wonders
Of Thy wisdom, grace and love.
Soon before Thy throne assembled,
All Thy children shall proclaim
Abba’s love as shown in Jesus,
And how full is Abba’s name!
The Atoning Work Is Done ( 37 )
Th’ atoning work is done;
The Victim’s blood is shed;
And Jesus now is gone
His people’s cause to plead:
He sits in heaven their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.
See "sprinkled with the blood
The mercy-seat" above;
For justice had withstood
The purposes of love;
But justice now withstands no more,
And mercy yields her boundless store.
And though awhile He be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see
Their great High Priest again.
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.
The Son–He Left God’s Throne Above ( 53 )
The Son–He left God’s throne above
(So free, so infinite His grace!)
Emptied Himself, and then in love
Bled for our lost, our ruined race:
‘Tis mercy, all beyond our thought,
That us to God in Jesus brought.
No condemnation now we dread,
Jesus is ours, prepared our place,
Our life in Him, our hidden Head,
Himself our righteousness through grace,
Bold we approach the heavenly throne,
Heirs of the crown He for us won.
Thou, Lamb Of God! Didst Shed Thy Blood ( 69 )
Thou, Lamb of God! didst shed Thy blood,
Thou didst our load of misery bear;
And hast exalted us to share
The rank of kings and priests to God.
To Thee we render evermore
The honor, glory, praise that’s due;
Might, power, and obedience, too,
And in our hearts we Thee adore.
Amen! Amen!
O Lord, Amen!
O Lord, Thy Love’s Unbounded! ( 85 )
O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded!
So full, so vast, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded
Whene’er we think of Thee:
For us Thou cam’st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.
But oh! the hope of being
For ever with the Lord,
The joyful hope of seeing
That face for us so marred!
It fills our heart with comfort,
It fills our lips with praise,
So that amidst our sorrow
A joyful song we raise.
O Lamb of God, we thank Thee,
We bless Thy holy name;
Thy love once made Thee willing
To bear our sin and shame.
And now thy love is waiting
Thy saints like Thee to raise;
Firstborn of many brethren,
To Thee be all the praise.
We Bless Thee, O Thou Great Amen! ( 101 )
We bless Thee, O Thou great Amen!
Jehovah’s pledge to sinful men,
Confirming all His word!
Doubtful no promises remain,
For all are Yea, and all Amen,
In Thee, the faithful Lord.
How great the grace of God to bless
By Thee, the Lord, our righteousness!
By Thee, we say again:
For to us all things thus are sure,
Through life, in death, and evermore,
By Thee, the great Amen.
O faithful Witness of our God,
Who cam’st by water and by blood!
In Thee (the holy One)
God’s record doth for ever stand,
Of life eternal, from His hand,
To all in Thee the Son.
Gladly His promises we hear,
For God’s "Amen" dispels all fear,
His faithfulness it proves;
And while such grace from God is shown,
To His Amen we add our own
For our Amen He loves.
Not To Ourselves We Owe ( 117 )
Not to ourselves we owe
That we, O God, are Thine;
Jesus, the Lord, our night broke through
And gave us light divine.
The Father’s grace and love,
This blessed mercy gave,
And Jesus left the throne above,
His wandering sheep to save.
No more the heirs of wrath–
Thy sovereign love we see;
And, Father, in confiding faith,
We cast our souls on Thee.
Our hearts look up to see
The glory Thou hast given,
And dwell e’en now where we shall be
With Christ, Thine heirs, in heaven.
With the adopted band,
Soon shall we see Thee there:
With them and Him in glory stand,
And all His honors share.
Let Saints On Earth Their Anthems Raise ( 133 )
Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Savior’s grace;
Sing, till in heaven they tune His praise,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
Praise Him who laid His glory by
For man’s apostate race;
Praise Him who stooped to bleed and die,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
We soon shall reach the blissful shore,
And view His glorious face:
His name for ever to adore,
And hail Him "Prince of Peace."
Lord Jesus! We Remember ( 149 )
Lord Jesus! we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, through Thy love’s deep pity,
The waves did o’er Thee roll;
Baptized in death’s dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us Thou (Lord of glory)
Wast numbered with the dead.
O Lord! Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o’er;
For sin Thou once hast suffered–
Thou liv’st to die no more;
Sin, death, and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the church’s Head;
And lo! we share thy triumphs,
Thou Firstborn from the dead.
Unto Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died:
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen,
And shall be glorified.
From sin, the world, and Satan,
We’re ransomed by Thy blood,
And here would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.
Head Of The Church Triumphant! ( 165 )
Head of the church triumphant!
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Would sing like those in glory!
We lift our hearts and voices,
In blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.
While in affliction’s furnace,
And passing through the fire,
The love we praise which tries our ways,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hearts, exulting
In Thine almighty favor:
The love divine which made us Thine
Shall keep us Thine for ever.
Thou dost conduct Thy people
Safely through all temptation;
Nor will we fear, since Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan,
Display their strength before us;
By Thee we shall break through them all,
And join in the heavenly chorus.
By faith we see the glory
Of which Thou dost assure us;
The world despise, for that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us.
And may we, counted worthy
To meet the Son from heaven,
There see our Lord, by all adored,
To us in glory given.
When Satan Appears ( 181 )
When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried ,
The heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.
He tells us we’re weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek
We ne’er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have tried,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.
No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known
The Savior’s great name,
In this, our strong tower,
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.
Should life sink apace,
And death be in view,
This word of His grace
Shall comfort us through;
No fearing or doubting,
With Christ on our side,
Through faith we’ll die shouting,
The Lord will provide.
O God! What Cords Of Love Are Thine ( 197 )
O God! what cords of love are Thine,
How gentle, yet how strong!
Thy truth and grace their strength combine
To draw our souls along.
The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;
And when the fight of faith begins,
Our strength is as the day.
Comfort through all this vale of tears,
In blest profusion flows;
And glory in unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.
Drawn by such cords we’ll onward move,
Till round the throne we meet,
And, captive in the chains of love,
Embrace our Savior’s feet.
On Calvary we’ve Adoring Stood ( 213 )
On Calvary we’ve adoring stood,
And gazed on that wondrous cross,
Where the holy, spotless Lamb of God
Was slain in His love for us;
How our hearts have stirred at that solemn cry,
While the sun was enrapt in night,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Most blessed, most awful sight.
Our sins were laid on His sacred head,
The curse by our Lord was borne;
For us a victim our Savior bled,
And endured that death of scorn;
Himself He gave our poor hearts to win–
(Was ever love, Lord, like Thine!)
From the paths of folly, and shame and sin,
And fill then with joys divine.
We’ve watched by the tomb where our Savior lay
When He entered the gloomy grave;
And by death the power of death might slay
And His lambs from the lion save.
Oh! glorious time when the Victor rose!
He liveth no more to die;
He hath bruised the head of our mighty foes,
For us was His victory!
The gates of heaven are opened wide,
At His name all the angels bow;
The Son of man who was crucified
Is the King of glory now:
We love to look up and behold Him there,
The Lamb for His chosen slain;
And soon shall His saints all His glories share,
With their Head and their Lord shall reign.
And now we draw near to the throne of grace,
For His blood and the Priest are there;
And we joyfully seek God’s holy face,
With our censer of praise and prayer.
The burning mount and the mystic veil,
With our terrors and guilt are gone;
Our conscience has peace that can never fail,
‘Tis the Lamb on high on the throne.
O Happy Morn! The Lord Will Come ( 229 )
O happy morn! the Lord will come
And take His waiting people home
Beyond the reach of care;
Where guilt and sin are all unknown:
The Lord will come and claim His own,
And place them with Him in His throne,
The glory bright to share.
The resurrection morn will break,
And every sleeping saint awake,
Brought forth in light again;
O morn, too bright for mortal eyes!
When all the ransomed church shall rise
And wing their way to yonder skies–
Called up with Christ to reign.
O Lord! our pilgrim spirits long
To sing the everlasting song
Of glory, honor, power;
Till then when Thou all power shalt wield,
Blest Savior, Thou wilt be our shield,
For Thou hast to our souls revealed
Thyself our strength and tower.
On That Same Night, Lord Jesus ( 245 )
On that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around Thee joined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Savior,
"This do, remember me:"
With joyful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.
The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could e’er conceive;
The cup of wrath o’erflowing
For us Thou didst receive;
And, oh! of God forsaken,
On the accursed tree.
With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus,
We now remember Thee.
We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.
We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The church’s glorious Head.
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free,
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.
Till Thou shalt come in glory,
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
Whilst we remember Thee.
The Holy One Who Knew No Sin ( 261 )
The holy One who knew no sin,
God made Him sin for us;
The Savior died our souls to win,
Upon the shameful cross.
His precious blood alone availed
To wash our sins away;
Through weakness He o’er hell prevailed,
Through death He won the day.
His beauty shineth far above
Our feeblest power of praise;
And we shall live and learn His love
Through everlasting days.
The knowing this, that us He loves,
Hath made our cup run o’er;
Jesus, Thy name our spirit moves,
Today and evermore.
The Lamb Of God Our Shepherd Is ( 277 )
The Lamb of God our Shepherd is,
And He who doth us feed;
While He is ours and we are His,
What can we want or need?
He leads us to the tender grass,
And there we feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently pass,
In both we have the best.
And if we stray, He doth convert
And bring our minds in frame;
And all this not for our desert,
But for His holy name.
Yea, in death’s shady black, abode,
Well may we walk, nor fear
While Thou art with us, and Thy rod
To guide, Thy staff to bear.
If through the darksome vale of death
We pass, we need not fear;
Our Savior, He who gave us breath,
Brings light and triumph there.
Yea, in the face of deadliest foes
He spreads our board in peace;
In Him secure may we repose,
While all our joys increase.
Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all our days;
Thy Father’s house, our home above,
Where dwells eternal praise.
From All That Dwell Below The Skies ( 293 )
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
And praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Jesus! Before The Face We Fall ( 309 )
Jesus! before The face we fall,
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all;
For we have nowhere else to flee;
No Sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.
In Thee we every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
‘Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our Sanctuary, Lord, in Thee.
Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence let us hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou shalt our Sanctuary be.
Through time, with all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
Let this support each fainting heart,
That Thou our Sanctuary art.