Rest my soul, the work is done,
Done by God’s almighty Son;
This to faith is now so clear,
There’s no place for torturing fear.
Not through works of weary toil,
Comes the sunshine of God’s smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.
With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who full salvation brought,
In us al our works hath wrought.
Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labor for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.
Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the laborer’s happy path,
Tread the way which Christ hath trod,
Till the sabbath of thy God.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
There Is Life In A Look At The Crucified One ( A49 )
There is life in a look at the crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner, look unto Him and be saved–
Unto Him who was nailed to the tree.
His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen?
His cry of distress hast thou heard?
Then why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
Should pardon to thee be deferred?
We are healed by His stripes. Wouldst thou add to the word?
And He is our righteousness made;
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on
Oh! couldst thou be better arrayed?
Then doubt not thy welcome, since God hath declared
There remaineth no more to be done;
Christ once in the end of the world hath appeared,
And completed the work He begun.
Oh take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives;
And know with assurance thou never canst die,
Since Jesus thy righteousness lives.
There is life in a look at the crucified One:
There is life at this moment for thee:
Then look, sinner–look unto Him and be saved,
And know thyself spotless as He.
Go, Tell Thy Wants To Jesus ( A65 )
Go, tell thy wants to Jesus,
Thou needy, anxious one;
Spread out thy cast to Jesus,
And look to Him alone;
To God confess through Jesus,
He’s faithful to forgive;
And love the name of Jesus,
Through whom alone we live.
And follow only Jesus
Through the world’s trackless maze;
And yield each day to Jesus
The tribute of thy praise;
Oh! praise the name of Jesus
Above aught else beside;
Till thou above, with Jesus,
In light be glorified.
Let All Who Know The Joyful Sound ( A81 )
Let all who know the joyful sound,
With gladness send the tidings round,
And tell that God is love:
That God so loved the world He gave
His own dear Son the world to save;
God’s message from above.
That all who in the Son believe,
Shall never perish, but receive
Life endless and divine;
No condemnation e’er shall know,
From death to life they pass below,
And then in glory shine.
‘Tis not of works: let no man boast,
Save in His name who saves the lost–
The Lord our righteousness!
Poor sinner, now from working cease,
And claim from God a blood-bought peace,
And Jesus, Lord confess.
Let all who know our God rejoice,
Praise Him in songs with cheerful voice,
And live to Him above:
Let sinners too take up the strain,
Exalt the Lamb for sinners slain,
The coming Savior own.
The Spirit and the bride say, Come!
Let him that heareth too say, Come!
Whoever thirsts may come:
Water of life is freely given
Till Christ the Lord descends from heaven;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
Thou Son Of God!–The Woman’s Seed ( 7 )
Thou Son of God!–the woman’s seed
Who didst for us on Calv’ry bleed,
And bear our heavy load;
Spoiler of death’s o’erwhelming power,
O’ercome by Thee in that dread hour;
Thou holy One of God!
Thy blood we sing; by that alone,
With boldness to th’ eternal throne,
Through Thee we now draw nigh
It blots out every stain of sin,
Washes the guilty conscience clean,
And makes th’ accuser fly.
Behold us, Lord! a feeble band,
In conflict with the foe we stand,
The ransomed of Thy cross;
We sing the triumphs of Thy name;
All other glory here is shame,
All other gain’s but loss.
How Good Is The God We Adore ( 23 )
How good is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend,
Whose love is as great as His power,
And knows neither measure nor end.
‘Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We’ll praise Him for all that is past,
And trust Him for all that’s to come.
On His Father’s Throne Is Seated ( 39 )
On His Father’s throne is seated
Christ the Lord, the living One!
All His toil on earth completed,
All His work for sinner’s done;
In the glory
See Him, God’s eternal Son!
Every knee shall bow before Him,
Every tongue confess His name,
Ransomed myriads shall adore Him,
Who endured the sinner’s shame!
From the glory
God doth now His worth proclaim.
Man the cross to Him awarded;
Man the Savior crucified;
This world’s judgement stands recorded,
God’s own justice satisfied!
By the glory
Christ was claimed on earth who died.
Son of man, His incarnation
Opened first the tale of grace;
Son of man, in new creation
Leader of a chosen race!
Well may glory
Crown Him, in the ordered place!
Through Waves, Through Clouds And Storms ( 55 )
Through waves, through clouds and storms,
God gently clears the way;
We wait His time; so shall the night
Soon end in blissful day.
He everywhere hath sway,
And all things serve His might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
When He makes bare His arm,
Who shall His work withstand?
When He His people’s cause defends,
Who then shall stay His hand?
We leave it to Himself
To choose and to command,
With wonder filled, we soon shall see
How wise, how strong His hand!
We comprehend Him not,
Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne
And ruleth all things well.
O Jesus! Everlasting God! ( 71 )
O Jesus! everlasting God!
Who didst for sinners shed Thy blood
Upon th’ accursed tree;
And, finishing redemption’s toil,
Didst win for us the happy spoil–
All praise we give to Thee.
Fain would we think upon Thy pain,
Would find in Thee our life and gain,
And firmly fix our heart
Upon Thy grief and dying love,
Nor evermore from Thee remove.
Though from all else we part.
The more through grace ourselves we know,
The more rejoiced we are to bow
And glory in Thy cross;
To trust in Thine atoning blood,
And look to Thee for every good,
And count all else but dross.
In Jesus Himself (The Father’s Delight) ( 87 )
In Jesus Himself (the Father’s delight),
The saints, without blame, appear in God’s sight;
And while He in Jesus our souls shall approve,
So long shall the Father continue His love.
In Jesus, free grace all blessings secures;
We know and rejoice that all things are ours;
And God from His purpose will never remove,
But love us, and bless us, and "rest in His love."
we’ll Sing Of The Shepherd That Died ( 103 )
We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died,
That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried,
But firmly endured as a rock.
When blood from a victim must flow,
This Shepherd by pity was led
To stand between us and the foe,
And willingly died in our stead.
Our song, then, for ever shall be
Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject’s so glorious as He,
No theme so affecting to us.
Of Him and His love will we sing,
His praises our tongues shall employ
Till heavenly anthems we bring
In yonder bright regions of joy.
O Head! Once Full Of Bruises ( 119 )
O Head! once full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn,
‘Mid other sore abuses
Mocked with a crown of thorn;
O Head! e’en now surrounded
With brightest majesty,
In death once bowed and wounded
On the accursed tree:
Thou countenance transcendent!
Thou life-creating Sun!
To worlds on Thee dependent–
Yet bruised and spit upon:
O Lord! what Thee tormented
Was our sins heavy load,
We had the debt augmented
Which Thou didst pay in blood.
We give Thee thanks unfeigned,
O Savior! Friend in need,
For what Thy soul sustained
When Thou for us didst bleed;
Grant us to lean unshaken
Upon Thy faithfulness;
Until to glory taken,
We see Thee face to face.
We Joy In Our God, And We Sing Of That Love ( 135 )
We joy in our God, and we sing of that love,
So sovereign and free which did His heart move!
When lost our condition, all ruined, undone.
He saw with compassion, and spared not His Son!
His Son, His delight, His loved One, He gave
The curse to endure–by suffering to save:
Sure love so amazing, unmeasured, untold,
Since Him it hath given, no good will withhold!
We praise, then our God; how rich is His grace!
We were far from Him once–estranged from His face,
By blood we are purchased, are cleansed and made nigh,
And blest in His presence, in Jesus, on high!
Lord Jesus! When We Think Of Thee ( 151 )
Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee.
Of all Thy love and grace,
Our spirits long and fain would see
Thy beauty face to face.
And though the wilderness we tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briers overspread,
Where foes and snares abound;
Yet in Thy love such depths we see,
Our souls o’erflow with praise–
Content ourselves, while, Lord, to Thee
A joyful song we raise.
Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield,
Our Rock, our Food, our Light;
Each thought of Thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.
Blest Savior, keep our spirits stayed,
Hard following after Thee,
Till we, in robes of white arrayed,
Thy face in glory see.
Thy Love We Own, Lord Jesus ( 167 )
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
In service unremitting,
Within the veil Thou dost prevail,
Each soul for worship fitting;
Encompassed here with failure,
Each earthly refuge fails us;
Without, within, in strife with sin–
Thy name alone avails us.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
For though Thy toils are ended,
Thy tender heart doth take its part
With those Thy grace befriended.
Thy sympathy, how precious!
Thou succorest in sorrow,
And bidst us cheer, while pilgrims here,
And haste the hopeful morrow.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
Thy way is traced before Thee:
Thou wilt descend, and we ascend,
To meet in heavenly glory;
Soon shall the blessful morning
Call forth Thy saints to meet Thee;
Our only Lord, alone adored,
With gladness then we’ll greet Thee.
Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
And wait to see Thy glory,
To know as known, and fully own
Thy perfect grace before Thee:
We plead Thy parting promise,
Come, Savior, to release us,
Then endless praise our lips shall raise,
For love like Thine, Lord Jesus.
Savior, Come, Thy Saints Are Waiting ( 183 )
Savior, come, Thy saints are waiting,
Waiting for the nuptial day,
Thence their promised glory dating;
Come, and bear Thy saints away.
Come, Lord Jesus,
Thus Thy waiting people pray.
Base, the wish, and vain th’ endeavor,
Here on earth to find our rest;
Till we see Thy face, we never
Shall or can be fully blest;
In Thy presence
Nothing shall our peace molest.
Lord, we wait for Thine appearing;
"Tarry not," Thy people say;
Bright the prospect is, and cheering,
Of beholding Thee that day;
When our sorrow
Shall for ever pass away.
Till it comes, O keep us steady,
Keep us walking in Thy ways;
At Thy call may we be ready,
On Thee, Lord, with joy to gaze;
And in glory
Sing Thine everlasting praise.
All Praise And Glory, Jesus ( 199 )
All praise and glory, Jesus,
Be Thine for evermore!
Thou didst from guilt release us,
Our souls Thou dost restore;
And oh! Thy grace transcending
Its’ fulness will declare,
When, from on high descending,
We meet Thee in the air.
O Solemn Hour! O Hour Alone ( 215 )
O Solemn hour! O hour alone
In solitary might,
When God the Father’s only Son,
As man for sinners to atone,
Expires–amazing sight!
The Lord of glory crucified!
The Lord of life has bled and died!
O mystery of mysteries!
Of life and death the tree;
Center of two eternities,
Which look with rapt adoring eyes,
Onward and back to Thee–
O cross of Christ, where all His pain
And death in our eternal gain.
O how our inmost hearts do move,
While gazing on that cross;
The death of the Incarnate Love!
What shame, what grief, what joy we prove,
That He should die for us!
Our hearts were broken by that cry,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Worthy of death, O Lord we were;
That vengeance was our due;
In grace Thy spotless Lamb did bear
Himself our sins, and guilt and shame;
Justice our Surety slew,
With Him, our Surety we have died,
With Him we there were crucified.
Quickened with Him with life divine,
Raised with Him from the dead;
His own and all His own are Thine,
Shall with Him in His glories shine,
His church’s living Head!
We, who were worthy but to die,
Now with Him, "Abba, Father," cry.
We’re Pilgrims In The Wilderness ( 231 )
We’re pilgrims in the wilderness;
Our dwelling is a camp;
Created things though pleasant,
Now bear to us death’s stamp.
But onward we are speeding,
Though often let and tried;
The Holy Ghost is leading
Home to the Lamb, His bride.
With fellow pilgrims meeting,
As through the waste we roam,
‘Tis sweet to sing together,
"We are not far from home!"
And when we’ve learned our lesson,
Our work, in suffering, done,
Our ever-loving Father
Will welcome every one.
We look to meet our brethren
From every distant shore;
Not one will seem a stranger,
Though never seen before:
With angel hosts attending,
In myriads, through the sky;
Yet ‘midst them all Thou only,
O Lord, wilt fix the eye!
Lord, since we sing as pilgrims,
O give us pilgrims ways!
Low thoughts of self, befitting
Proclaimers of Thy praise;
O make us each more holy,
In spirit, pure and meek:
More like to heavenly citizens,
As more of heaven we speak.
Of Thy Love Some Gracious Token ( 247 )
Of Thy love some gracious token
Grant us, Lord, before we go;
Bless Thy word which has been spoken,
Life and peace on all bestow,
When we join the world again,
May our hearts with Thee remain:
O direct us and protect us,
Till we gain the heavenly shore,
Where Thy people want no more.
The Night Is Now Far Spent ( 263 )
The night is now far spent,
The day is drawing nigh,
Soon will the morning break
In radiance through the sky:
O let the thought our spirits cheer,
The Lord Himself will soon appear!
Though men our hopes deride,
Nor will the truth believe,
We in His word confide,
And it will ne’er deceive:
Soon all that grieves shall pass away,
And saints shall see a glorious day.
For us the Lord intends
A bright place on high,
The place where sorrow ends,
And naught is known but joy:
With such a hope let us rejoice,
We soon shall hear the Savior’s voice.
Come, Saints, Your Grateful Voices Raise ( 279 )
Come, saints, your grateful voices raise,
For grace’s boundless store;
Dwell on the Lamb’s unchanging love,
And praise Him evermore.
His mercy who our ransom paid,
And all our sorrows bore,
Sing with a note of loftiest joy,
And praise Him evermore.
Soon the redeeming Lord shall come
For us whose sins He bore,
To see the glories of the Lamb,
And praise Him evermore.
Then endless praise our lips shall move,
And joy our spirits fill;
The objects of His love divine,
Oh who that joy can tell?
Holy Savior, We Adore Thee ( 295 )
Holy Savior, we adore Thee,
Seated on the throne of God;
Soon in glory , all before Thee
Shall proclaim Thy praise abroad
"Thou art worthy,"
We were ransomed by Thy blood.
Savior, though the world despised Thee,
Though Thou here wast crucified,
Yet the Father’s glory raised thee,
Lord of all creation wide.
"Thou art worthy,"
We shall live, for Thou hast died.
And though here on earth rejected,
‘Tis but fellowship with Thee;
Should we not with joy expect it–
Here like Thee, our Lord, to be?
"Thou art worthy,"
Thou from earth hast set us free.
Haste the day of Thine appearing
With Thy ransomed saints to reign;
Then shall end all days of mourning,
We shall sing with triumph then.
"Thou art worthy
Come, Lord Jesus, come, Amen.
While To Several Paths Dividing ( 311 )
While to several paths dividing,
We our pilgrimage pursue,
May our Shepherd, safely guiding,
Still be kept in constant view.
May the bond of blest communion
Every distant soul embrace,
Till, in everlasting union,
We attain our resting-place.
Lord Jesus! Are We Won With Thee? ( 327 )
Lord Jesus! are we won with Thee?
O height! O depth of love!
And crucified and dead with Thee,
Now one in heaven above.
Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst form heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our guilt Thine own.
Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.
Ascended now, in glory bright
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.
And soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.
O Lord, Thy Love’s Unbounded ( A2 )
O Lord, Thy love’s unbounded,
So sweet, so full, so free–
My soul is all transported,
Whene’er I think on Thee!
Yet, Lord, alas! what weakness
Within myself I find,
No infant’s changing pleasure
Is like my wandering mind.
And yet Thy love’s unchanging,
And doth recall my heart
To joy in all its brightness,
The peace its beams impart.
Yet, sure, if in Thy presence
My soul still constant were,
Mine eye would, more familiar,
Its brighter glories bear.
And thus Thy deep perfections
Much better should I know,
And with adoring fervor
In this Thy nature grow.
Still sweet ’tis to discover,
If clouds have dimmed my sight,
When passed, Eternal Lover,
Towards me, as e’er, Thou’rt bright.
O keep my soul, then Jesus,
Abiding still with Thee,
And if I wander, teach me
Soon back to Thee to flee.
That all Thy gracious favor
May to my soul be known;
And, versed in this Thy goodness,
My hopes Thyself shalt crown.
And Is It So! I Shall Be Like Thy Son ( A18 )
And is it so! I shall be like Thy Son,
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory, though beyond all thought,
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought.
Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,
Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.
Yet it must be, Thy love had not its rest
Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest;
That love that gives not as the world but shares
All it possess with its loved co-heirs.
Nor I alone, Thy loved ones all, complete
In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet,
All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored.
Ye Trembling Saints Who Love The Lord ( A34 )
Ye trembling saints who love the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
For lo! the tomb is empty now–
The place where Jesus lay.
Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;
There cold in death that bosom lay
Which throbbed and bled for you.
Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
For Jesus lives again;
Not all the powers of death and hell
The Savior could detain.
Exalted far above the skies,
Behold your living Head,
The Lord upon the Father’s throne,
Who dwelt among the dead.
Broken Heart! The Fountain’s Open ( A50 )
Broken heart! the fountain’s open,
Christ hath died upon the tree,
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.
God Himself, the Source, the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit manifested,
He the finished work hath done.
By one righteousness completed,
Adam’s life receives its doom;
Jesus Christ, in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.
Broken heart! the river’s flowing,
Haste! delay not! yet there’s room;
Hear the word of God beseeching,
"Whosoever thirst may come."
Come! Hear The Gospel Sound– ( A66 )
Come! hear the gospel sound–
"Yet there is room!"
It tells to all around–
"Yet there is room!"
Though guilty, now draw near,
Though vile, you need not fear,
With joy you now may hear–
"Yet there is room!"
God’s love in Christ we see–
"Yet there is room!"
Greater it could not be–
"Yet there is room!"
His only Son He gave,
He’s righteous now to save
All who on Him believe:
"Yet there is room!"
"All things are ready: come!"
"Yet there is room!"
Christ everything hath done:
"Yet there is room!"
The work is now complete;
Before the mercy-seat
A Savior you will meet:
"Yet there is room!"
God’s house is filling fast,
"Yet there is room!"
Some guest will be the last,
"Yet there is room!"
Yes! soon salvation’s day
To you will pass away,
Then grace no more will say–
"Yet there is room!"