Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ a ransom dies:
The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse the soul,
O burdened soul, draw nigh,
For none can come in vain–
Come, come, come.
Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson dye,
There’s boundless mercy here–
Do not from mercy fly:
Oh, do not doubt His word,
There’s pardon full and free,
For justice smote the Lord,
And sheaths her sword for thee–
Come, come, come.
Look not within for peace,
Within there’s naught to cheer;
Look up, and find release
From sin and self and fear;
If gloom thy soul enshroud,
If tears faith’s eye bedim,
If doubts around thee crowd,
Come, tell them all to Him.
Come, come, come.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
O Lord, We Adore Thee ( 8 )
O Lord, we adore Thee,
For Thou art the slain One
That livest for ever,
Enthronéd in heaven;
O Lord! we adore Thee,
For Thou hast redeemed us;
Our title to glory
We read in Thy blood.
O God, we acknowledge
Thy greatness, Thy glory!
For of Thee are all things
On earth and in heaven;
How rich is Thy mercy!
How great Thy salvation!
We bless Thee, we praise Thee:
Amen, and Amen.
Where Shall Our Wandering Souls Begin? ( 24 )
Where shall our wandering souls begin?
How shall we all to heaven aspire?
As slaves redeemed from death and sin,
As brands plucked from eternal fire,
How shall we suited triumphs raise,
Or sing our great Deliverer’s praise?
O how shall we the goodness tell,
Father, which Thou to us hast showed,
Children of wrath and doomed to hell,
But children now redeemed to God?
On earth we know our sins forgiven,
Blest with this antepast of heaven.
O Thou Great All-Gracious Shepherd ( 40 )
O Thou great all-gracious Shepherd,
Shedding for us Thy life’s blood,
Unto shame and death delivered,
All to bring us nigh to God!
Now our willing hearts adore Thee,
Now we taste Thy dying love,
While by faith we come before Thee–
Faith which lifts our souls above.
As our Surety we behold Thee,
Ransoming our souls from death;
As the willing victim view Thee,
Yielding up to God Thy breath.
In this broken bread we own Thee,
Bruised for us and put to shame;
And this cup, O Lord, we thank Thee,
Speaks our pardon through Thy name.
But ’tis past, and, Lord we hail Thee,
Crowned with glory on the throne;
Meet it is Thy saints should bless Thee
For the place Thy death hath won:
Won for us–that in full measure
We should have our part with Thee:
Taste the river of Thy pleasure,
Share in all Thy victory.
O Lord, How Blest Our Journey ( 56 )
O Lord, how blest our journey,
Though here on earth we roam,
Who find in Abba’s favor
Our spirit’s present home:
For where Thou now art sitting
By faith we’ve found repose,
Free to look up to heaven,
Since our blest Head arose.
In spirit there already;
Soon we ourselves shall be
In soul and body perfect,
All glorified with Thee:
Thy Father’s love sustains us
Along the thorny way,
Thy Father’s house, the dwelling
Made ready for that day.
The Comforter, now present,
Assures us of Thy love;
He is the blessed earnest
Of glory there above;
The river of Thy pleasure
Is what sustains us now,
Till Thy new name’s imprinted
On every sinless brow.
Lord, we await Thy glory;
We have no home but there,
Where the adopted family
With us Thy joy shall share.
No place can fully please us
Where Thou, O Lord, art not;
In Thee, and with Thee, ever
Is found, by grace, our lot.
Well May We Sing! With Triumph Sing ( 72 )
Well may we sing! with triumph sing,
The great Redeemer’s praise!
The glories of the living God,
Revealed in Jesus’ face.
The love of God it was that sought
From sin to set us free;
That gave the Son, whose precious blood
Has wrought our liberty.
In Him we read the Father’s love,
And find eternal peace;
We meet in Him a Savior-God,
And fear and terror cease.
Then gladly sing, and sound abroad
The great Redeemer’s praise;
The glories of the living God,
The riches of His grace!
O Blessed Savior, Is Thy Love ( 88 )
O blessed Savior, is Thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Fain would we have our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives engaged with Thee.
We love Thee for the glorious worth
Which in Thyself we see:
We love Thee for that shameful cross,
Endured so patiently.
No man of greater love can boast
Than for His friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain!
What love with Thine can vie?
Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou didst a servant’s form assume,
Beset with sorrow round.
Thou wouldst like wretched man be made
In everything but sin,
That we as like Thee might become
As we unlike had been:
Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,
In every beauteous grace;
From glory into glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
O Lord! we treasure in our souls
The memory of Thy love;
And ever shall Thy name to us
A grateful odor prove.
"Abba," Father–Thus We Call Thee ( 104 )
"Abba," Father–thus we call Thee,
(Hallowed name!) from day to day;
‘Tis Thy children’s right to know Thee,
None but children "Abba" say.
This high honor we inherit,
Thy free gift, through Jesus’ blood;
God the Spirit, with our spirit,
Witnesseth we’re sons of God.
Abba’s purpose gave us being
When in Christ, in that vast plan,
Abba chose the saints in Jesus
Long before the world began;
O what love the Father bore us!
O how precious in His sight!
When He gave the church to Jesus!
Jesus, His whole soul’s delight!
Though our nature’s fall in Adam
Seemed to shut us out from God,
Thus it was His counsel brought us
Nearer still, through Jesus’ blood;
For in Him we found redemption,
Grace and glory in the Son;
Oh the height and depth of mercy!
"Christ and we, through grace, are one."
O Thou Who Didst Thy Glory Leave ( 120 )
O Thou who didst Thy glory leave,
Apostate sinners to retrieve
From nature’s deadly fall!
Thou, Thou hast bought us with a price,
Our sins against us ne’er can rise,
For Thou hast borne them all.
See Him for our transgressions given;
See the blest Lamb of God from heaven,
For us, His foes, expire;
Rejoice! rejoice! the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
Th’ Almighty’s righteous ire.
Ye saints, "the Man of sorrows" bless,
The Lord, for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone;
Praise, till with all the ransomed throng
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And sit upon His throne!
The Veil Is Rent:–Our Souls Draw Near ( 136 )
The veil is rent:–our souls draw near
Unto a throne of grace;
The merits of the Lord appear,
They fill the holy place.
His precious blood has spoken there,
Before and on the throne:
And His own wounds in heaven declare,
The atoning work is done.
‘Tis finished!–here our souls have rest,
His work can never fail:
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
We pass within the veil.
Within the holiest of all,
Cleansed by His precious blood,
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
And worship Thee, O God!
Boldly the heart and voice we raise,
His blood, His name, our plea;
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
Ascend, by Christ, to Thee.
Thy Name We Love, Lord Jesus ( 152 )
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
And lowly bow before Thee;
And while we live, to Thee we give
All blessing, worship, glory;
We sing aloud Thy praises,
Our hearts and voices blending,
‘Tis Thou alone we worthy own,
Thy beauty’s all transcending.
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
It tells God’s love unbounded
To ruined man ere time began,
Or heaven and earth were founded;
Thine is a love eternal,
That found in us its pleasure,
That brought Thee low to bear our woe,
And make us Thine own treasure.
The name we love, Lord Jesus;
It tells Thy birth so lowly,
Thy patience, grace, Thy gentleness,
Thy lonely path, so holy;
Thou wast the "Man of sorrows";
Our grief, too, Thou didst bear it;
Our bitter cup Thou drankest up;
The thorny crown–didst wear it.
Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;
God’s Lamb–Thou wast ordained
To bear our sins (Thyself all clean),
And hast our guilt sustained:
We see Thee crowned in glory,
Above the heavens now seated,
The victory won, Thy work well done,
Our righteousness completed.
The Night Is Far Spent, And The Day Is At Hand:( 168 )
The night is far spent, and the day is at hand:
No sign to be looked for; the star’s in the sky;
Rejoice then ye saints, ’tis your Lord’s own command;
Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh.
What a day will that be when the Savior appears!
How welcome to those who have shared in His cross!
A crown incorruptible then will be theirs,
A rich compensation for suffering and loss.
What is loss in this world when compared to that day,
To the glory that then shall from heaven be revealed?
"The Savior is coming," His people may say;
"The Lord whom we look for, our Sun and our Shield."
O pardon us, Lord! that our love to Thy name
Is so faint, with so much our affections to move!
Our coldness might fill us with grief and with shame.
So much to be loved, and so little to love.
O kindle within us a holy desire,
Like that which was found in Thy people of old,
Who tasted Thy love and whose hearts were on fire,
While They waited in patience Thy face to behold.
There Is A Name We Love To Hear ( 184 )
There is a name we love to hear,
We love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in our ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
It tells us of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set us free;
It tells us of His precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
Jesus! the name we love so well,
The name we love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.
This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads us up to God.
And there the whole triumphant throng,
Of blood-bought saints on high,
Shall sing the new eternal song
With Jesus ever nigh.
Once We Stood In Condemnation ( 200 )
Once we stood in condemnation,
Waiting thus the sinner’s doom,
Christ in death has wrought salvation,
God has raised Him from the tomb.
As strangers then to God we lived,
Filled with enmity and fear;
Our souls from death He has reprieved,
Love revealed and brought us near.
Now we see in Christ’s acceptance
But the measure of our own;
Him who lay beneath our sentence,
Seated high upon the throne.
Quickened, raised, and Him seated,
We a full deliverance know;
Every foe has been defeated,
Every enemy laid low.
Now we have a life in union
With the risen life above;
Now we drink in sweet communion
Some rich foretaste of His love.
Soon, O Lord, in brightest glory,
All its vastness we’ll explore;
Soon we’ll cast our crowns before Thee,
Whilst we worship and adore.
Lord, We Rejoice That Thou Art Gone ( 216 )
Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father’s throne;
Thy path of shame and suffering o’er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.
With joy our wondering hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth of power and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than honey far more sweet.
O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?
We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Thy death the power of death did slay.
We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.
Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father’s home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ’twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!
Rock Of Ages! Cleft For Sin ( 232 )
Rock of Ages! cleft for sin,
Grace hath hid us safe within!
Where the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side hath flowed,
Are of sin the double cure;
Cleansing from its guilt and power.
Not the labor of our hands
Could fulfil the laws demands;
Could our zeal no respite know,
Could our tears for ever flow,
Naught for sin could e’er atone
But Thy blood and Thine alone!
Found by Thee before we sought,
Unto Thee in mercy brought;
We have Thee for righteousness,
From Thy fulness grace on grace:
Thou hast washed us in Thy blood,
Made us live and live to God.
While we draw this fleeting breath,
If our eyes are closed in death,
When we soar to worlds unknown,
Sit with Thee upon Thy throne:
Thou our joy shalt be in heaven,
Who for us Thyself hast given.
Henceforward, Till The Lord Shall Come ( 248 )
Henceforward, till the Lord shall come
To take His whole redeemed home,
(With Him for ever then);
The Lord send blessings from above,
The Father’s, Son’s, and Spirit’s love,
Be with us all. Amen.
Thou Sittest On High, Eternal Word ( 264 )
Thou sit’st on high, eternal Word,
As Son of man, as sovereign Lord,
And now by faith on Thee we rest,
Till all Thy title have confessed.
Thou hast our souls from sin made clean,
Thy Spirit gives us strength within;
Whilst Thou for us in all our need,
At God’s right hand dost ever plead.
O keep us in the narrow way,
That ne’er from Thee our footsteps stray;
Sustain our weakness, calm our fear,
And to Thy presence keep us near.
Oh be it thus till that blest day,
When God shall wipe all tears away;
Quickly , ’tis promised in the word,
E’en so Amen. Come quickly, Lord.
O Joyful Day! O Glorious Hour! ( 280 )
O joyful day! O glorious hour!
When Jesus, by almighty power,
Revived and left the grave;
In all His works behold Him great,
Before, almighty to create,
Almighty now to save!
The First-begotten from the dead,
He’s risen now, His people’s Head,
And thus their life’s secure;
And if, like Him, they yield their breath,
Like Him they’ll burst the bonds of death,
Their resurrection sure.
Why should His people, then, be sad?
None have such reason to glad
As those redeemed to God;
Jesus, the mighty Savior, lives,
To them eternal life He gives,
The purchase of His blood.
Then let our gladsome praise resound,
And let us in His work abound,
Whose blessed name is Love;
We’re sure our labor’s not in vain,
For we with Him ere long shall reign–
With Jesus dwell above.
Love Divine, All Praise Excelling ( 296 )
Love divine, all praise excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Bless us with Thy rich indwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Savior, Thee we’d still be blessing,
Serve Thee here, as soon above,
Praise Thee, Savior, without ceasing,
Glory in Thy dying love.
Firstfruits of Thy new creation,
Faithful, holy, may we be,
Joyful in Thy full salvation,
More and more conformed to Thee!
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Then to worship and adore Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise!
Lead On, Almighty Lord ( 312 )
Lead on, almighty Lord,
Lead on to victory:
Encouraged by Thy blessed word,
With joy we follow Thee.
We follow Thee, our Guide,
Who didst salvation bring:
We follow Thee, through grace supplied
From heaven’s eternal spring:
Till of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more,
And, O sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore.
Lord Jesus! To Tell Of Thy Love ( 328 )
Lord Jesus! to tell of Thy love
Our souls shall for ever delight,
And sing of Thy glories above,
In praises by day and by night.
Wherever we follow Thee, Lord,
Admiring, adoring, we see
That love which was stronger than death
Flow out without limit and free.
Descending from glory on high,
With men Thy delight was to dwell,
Contented, our Surety to die,
Nor e’er didst the vilest repel.
Enduring the grief and the shame,
Thou barest our sins on the cross,
Oh! who would not boast of this love,
And count the world’s glory but loss?
The Wanderer No More Will Roam ( A3 )
The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, to Thee!
Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
It is the Father’s joy to bless;
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
And now my famished soul is fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children’s bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Yea, in the fulness of His grace,
God put me in the children’s place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Not half His love can I express,
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess
This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Thy precious name it is I bear,
In Thee I am to God brought near,
And all the Father’s love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
In Heavenly Love Abiding ( A19 )
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh
And I will walk with Him.
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen,
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Savior has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
Ere yet another morning
My spirit may be free,
As absent from the body,
At home, O Lord, with Thee.
O sleep, O rest, how precious!
As guarded by Thy care,
I’m waiting for Thy promise
To meet Thee in the air.
The Lord Himself, e’en Jesus,
Amid the ransomed throng,
Its glory, joy, and beauty,
Its never ending song.
O day of wondrous promise!
The Bridegroom and the bride
Are seen in glory ever:
For ever satisfied.
All The Path The Saints Are Treading ( A35 )
All the path the saints are treading,
Trodden by the Son of God
All the sorrows they are feeling,
Felt by Him along the road:
All the darkness and the sorrow
From around and from within,
All the joy and all the triumph,
He passed through apart from sin.
Now come forth in resurrection,
Passing onward to the throne;
Having suffered all the judgement,
Borne the storm of wrath alone:
He is able thus to succor
Those who tread the desert sand,
Pressing on to resurrection,
Where He sits at God’s right hand.
Now He praises in th’ assembly,
Now the sorrow all is passed;
His the earnest of our portion,
We must reach the goal at last.
Yes, He praises! grace recounting
All the path already trod–
We associated with Him–
God, our Father and our God.
Join the singing that He leadeth,
Loud to God our voices raise;
Every step that we have trodden
Is a triumph of His grace;
Whether joy, or whether trial,
All can only work for good,
For He healeth all–who loves us,
And hath bought us with His blood.
It is finished! It is finished!
Who can tell redemption’s worth?
He who knows it leads the singing–
Full the joy as fierce the wrath.
Taken up in resurrection,
Desert ways rehearsed above,
Tell the power of God’s salvation,
And His never-failing love.
O What A Gift The Father Gave ( A51 )
O what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son!
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone.
For I was lost and vile indeed!
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned my night to day.
Now I can call the Savior mine,
Though all unworthy still;
I’m sheltered by His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come, all who trust in Jesus, now,
And tell our joys abroad;
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ the gift of God.
The Perfect Righteousness Of God ( A67 )
The perfect righteousness of God
Is witnessed in the Savior’s blood;
‘Tis in the cross of Christ we trace
His righteousness, yet wondrous grace.
God could not pass the sinner by,
His sin demands that he must die;
But in the cross of Christ we see
How God can save, yet righteous be.
The sin alights on Jesus’ head,
‘Tis in His blood sin’s debt is paid;
Stern justice can demand no more,
And mercy can dispense her store.
The sinner who believes is free,
Can say, "The Savior died for me:"
Can point to the atoning blood,
And say, "This made my peace with God."
Behold The Lamb! ‘Tis He Who Bore ( A83 )
Behold the Lamb! ’tis He who bore
My sins upon the tree;
And paid in death the dreadful score–
The guilt that lay on me.
I’d look to Him till sight endear
The Savior to my heart;
To Him I look who calms my fear,
Nor from Himself would part.
I’d look until His precious love
My every thought control,
Its vast constraining influence prove
O’er body, spirit, soul.
To Him I look, while still I run–
My never-failing Friend!
Finish, He will, the work begun,
And grace in glory end.
Father, We, Thy Children, Bless Thee ( 9 )
Father, we, Thy children, bless Thee
For Thy love on us bestowed,
Source of blessing! we confess Thee
Now, our Father and our God.
Wondrous was Thy love in giving
Jesus for our sins to die!
Wondrous was His grace in leaving,
For our sakes, the heavens on high!
Now the sprinkled blood has freed us,
Hast’ning onward to our rest,
Through the desert Thou dost lead us,
With Thy constant favor blest;
By Thy truth and Spirit guiding,
Earnest He of what’s to come,
And with daily strength providing,
Thou dost lead Thy children home.
Though our pilgrimage be dreary,
This is not our resting-place;
Shall we of the way be weary
When we see our Master’s face?
No:–e’en now anticipating,
In this hope our souls rejoice,
And His promised advent waiting,
Soon shall hear His welcome voice.
Father, Thy Name Our Souls Would Bless ( 25 )
Father, Thy name our souls would bless,
As children taught by grace,
Lift up our hearts in righteousness
And joy before Thy face.
Sweet is the confidence Thou giv’st,
Though high above our praise,
Our hearts resort to where Thou liv’st
In heaven’s unclouded rays.
There in the purpose of Thy love
Our place is now prepared,
As sons with Him who is above,
Who all our sorrows shared.
Eternal ages shall declare
The riches of Thy grace,
To those who with Thy Son shall share
A son’s eternal peace.
Absent as yet, we rest in hope,
Treading the desert path,
Waiting for Him who takes up
Beyond the power of death.
We joy in Thee, Thy holy love
Our endless portion is,
Like Thine own Son, with Him above,
In brightest heavenly bliss.
O Holy Father, keep us here
In that blest name of love,
Walking before Thee without fear
Till all be joy above.