Through the love of God our Savior,
All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favor,
All, all is well.
Precious is the blood that healed us,
Perfect is the grace the sealed us,
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us,
All must be well.
Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well;
Ours is such a full salvation,
All, all is well.
Happy still in God confiding;
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding;
Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding
All must be well.
We expect a bright tomorrow;
All will be well.
Faith can sing through days of sorrow
All, all is well.
On our Father’s love relying,
Jesus every need supplying;
Or in living, or in dying,
All must be well.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
We Cannot Always Trace The Way ( A9 )
We cannot always trace the way
Where Thou, our gracious Lord, doth lead,
But we can always surely say,
That God is love.
When fear its gloomy cloud will fling
O’er earth–our souls, to heaven above,
As to their sanctuary, spring,
For God is love.
When clouds hang o’er our darkened path,
We’ll check our dread, each doubt reprove;
For here each saint sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
Yes, Thou art love–a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn our tears and woes to bliss;
Our God is love.
O Thou Who Hast Redeemed Of Old ( A25 )
O Thou who hast redeemed of old,
And make us of Thy grace take hold,
With God at peace through Thee,
Help me these blessings to own,
And tell aloud what Thou hast done,
O holy Lamb for me.
Out of myself for help I go,
Thy power alone resolved to know,
Thy love’s the plea I make;
Give me the power, ’tis this I claim,
With heart and life to praise Thy name,
Give, for Thy mercy’s sake.
Love, only love, Thy heart inclined,
And brought Thee, Savior of mankind,
Down from the throne above;
Love made Thee here a Man of grief,
Distressed Thee sore for our relief,
O mystery of love!
Lord, I am Thine, Thy love to me
Constrains my soul to cleave to Thee,
And gladly to resign
Whate’er I have, whate’er I am;
My life be all with Thine the same,
And all Thy shame be mine.
Raise Glad The Song! For We Can Tell ( A41 )
Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say,
That Grace triumphant reigns!
Yes! though we’ve strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold
As captives in its chains;
Thus, saved by grace, we’d gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!
Grace still–till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God–
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.
Then called to meet the church’s Head,
The Savior’s grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We’ll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign!
Come, Weary, Anxious Laden Soul ( A57 )
Come, weary, anxious laden soul,
To Jesus come, and be made whole;
On Him your heavy burden roll–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Behold the cross on which He died;
Behold His wounded, bleeding side:
Come, in His precious love confide–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
True joy the world can ne’er afford,
‘Tis found alone in Christ the Lord,
In Him for wretched sinners, stored–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
God loves to hear the contrite cry,
He loves to see the tearful eye,
To read the Spirit’s deep-felt sigh–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Oh! if to Jesus you repair,
You’ll find eternal comfort there,
And soon shall heavenly glory share–
Come, anxious sinner, come!
I Was A Wandering Sheep ( A73 )
I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice.
I would not be controlled:
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father’s voice,
I loved afar to roam.
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child:
He followed me o’er vale and hill,
O’er desert waste and wild:
He found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
He bound me with the chains of love,
He saved the wandering one.
Jesus my Shepherd is:
‘Twas He that loved my soul,
‘Twas He that washed me in His blood,
‘Twas He that made me whole:
‘Twas He that found the lost,
That found the wandering sheep;
‘Twas He that brought me to the fold:
‘Tis He that still doth keep.
No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled;
I love my tender Shepherd’s voice,
I love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,
I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father’s voice:
I love, I love His home.