The cross of Christ what untold love,
What grace was there express’d!
The only way to heav’n above,
To God’s eternal rest.
Once lost but now believing ones
Find mercy on the spot;
For thus God’s message runs:
“To him that worketh not.”
The work of Christ was so complete,
His glory naught can dim;
The place where God and sinners meet
Is only found in Him.
Heed not the poor heart’s questionings;
Let frames and feelings cease;
‘Tis faith in Christ alone which brings
Eternal life and peace.
Category Archives: Hymns of Grace and Truth
Hymns of Grace and Truth was compiled in 1904.
Son of God, with joy we praise Thee (10)
Son of God, with joy we praise Thee,
On the Father’s throne above;
All Thy wondrous work displays Thee,
Full of grace and full of love!
Lord, accept our adoration
For our sins Thou once wast slain;
Through Thy blood we have salvation-
Soon shall share Thine endless reign.
God, in Thee, His love unfolding,
Shows how vast, how rich, His grace;
Blest our lot, with joy beholding
All His glory in Thy face.
Oh, the mercy which hath blessed us,
Purposed thus ere time began-
Mercy which in Christ hath kept us,
Where His blessed race He ran!
Incarnate Word, God over all! (26)
Incarnate Word, God over all!
Compassion’s depths, in Thee that dwell,
Moved Thee to call from creature fall
Our guilty souls, Immanuel!
Eternal fragrance fill she scene,
Eternal glories cast their spell,
Where Thou, once slain to rend our chain,
Didst Love unvail-Immanuel!
The cost, that cry from Calvary’s gloom:
God’s face averted, whilst the knell
Of soundless doom-the curse, the tomb
Tolled through Thy soul, Immanuel!
Now Love and light, divinely bright,
Shine forth forever, to dispel sight
The glooms of night, and thrill our
With beauty-Thine, Immanuel!
O solemn hour! O hour alone (47)
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 is our eternal gain!
Oh, 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, lama sabachthani?"
O my Saviour, glorified! (56)
O my Saviour, glorified!
Now the heavens, opened wide,
Show to faith’s exultant eye
One in beauteous majesty.
Worthy of the sweetest praise
That my ransomed heart can raise,
Is that Man in whom alone
God Himself is fully known.
For those clustering glories prove
That glad gospel, God is Love,
Whilst those wounds, in glory bright,
Voice the solemn, God is Light.
Holy Light, whose searching ray
Brings but into perfect day
Beauties that my heart must win
To the Sinless once made Sin!
Hark, my soul! thy Saviour sings;
Catch the joy that music brings;
And, with that sweet flood of song,
Pour thy whispering praise along.
O my Saviour, glorified,
Turn my eye from all beside,
Let me but Thy beauty see,
Other light is dark to me.
Longing for the Bride, Lord Jesus (85)
Longing for the Bride, Lord Jesus,
Of Thy heart,
To be with Thee in the glory,
Where Thou art:
Love so groundless, grace so boundless,
Wins my heart. Wins my heart.
When Thy blood-bought church, Lord Jesus,
Is complete;
When each soul is safely landed
At Thy feet;
What a story in the glory
She’ll repeat! She’ll repeat!
O to praise Thee there Lord Jesus,
Evermore!
O to grieve and wander from Thee
Nevermore!
Earth’s sad story, closed in glory,
On yon shore! On you shore!
Then Thy church will be, Lord Jesus,
The display
Of Thy richest grace and kindness
In that day;
Marking pages,-wondrous stages,
O’er earth’s way. O’er earth’s way.
Jesus, Thou lowly hearted Lord (131)
Jesus, Thou lowly hearted Lord,
Ever shall we explore
Fathomless grace whose depths afford
Wonder for evermore!
Fain would Thy heart some grace record,
Kindred to Thine in us:
Grant, then, the mind that led Thee, Lord,
Downward to meet the cross!
Drawn by Thy love’s constraining cord,
Lead us where Thou hast trod,
Making grace triumph in us, Lord,
Savor of Christ to God!
Teach us to find Thy once abhorred,
Lonely and downward path,
Fellowship of Thy sufferings, Lord,
Fashioning to Thy death!
The cross! the cross! O that’s our gain (115)
The cross! the cross! O that’s our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain,
‘Twas there the Lord was crucified,
‘Twas there for us the Saviour died.
What wondrous cause could move Thy heart
To take on Thee our curse and smart,
Well knowing we should ever be
So cold, so negligent of Thee?
The cause was love-we sink with shame
Before our blessed Jesus’ name,
That He should bleed and suffer thus,
Because He loved and pitied us.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord (99)
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say, than to you He hath said,-
To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled?
"Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed!
For I am Thy God, I will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.
"When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy trouble to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
"The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not-I will not desert to his foes;
That soul though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never-no never-no never forsake!"
Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit (176)
Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit;
Bid my swelling thoughts subside;
Strip me of my fancied merit:
What have I to do with pride?
Wast Thou, Savior, meek and lowly?
And shall such a worm as I,
Weak and earthly and unholy,
Dare to lift my head on high?
Teach me, Lord my true condition;
Bring me childlike to Thy knee,
Stripped of every low ambition,
Willing to be led by Thee.
Guide me by Thy Holy Spirit,
Feed me from Thy blessed word,
All my wisdom, all my merit,
Borrowed from Thyself, O Lord!
Desert sorrow, hard and bitter (160)
Desert sorrow, hard and bitter,
Turn to music, sweet and soft:
Groan and cry yield joyful singing-
Songs of Christ that mount aloft!
Ill they spake, "Can God provide us
Cheer amidst the wilderness!"
He a feast of joy has furnished-
Feast of sweetness, love and bliss!
In the desert. Bread He giveth
Till we nought can ask beside-
Raineth down delight from heaven
Till the heart is satisfied!
‘Tis Thy love, O Christ, that fills us,
And from out our hearts doth bring
Songs of joy, as sweet, as wondrous,
As in heaven the blessed sing!
Thus our sorrow turns to music,
Thus our cry to sweetest song,
Weeping to eternal gladness,
Night to day, vast ages long
AD 1349
My times are in Thy hand (144)
My times are in Thy hand;
Father, I wish them there:
My life, my soul, my all, I leave
Entirely to Thy care.
My times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee:
My times are in Thy hand:
Why should I doubt or fear,
My Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
My times are in Thy hand;
Jesus the Crucified!
The hand my many sins once pierced
Is now my Guard and Guide.
Behold! behold the Lamb of God (200)
Behold! behold the Lamb of God
On the cross, on the cross;
For us He shed His precious blood
On the cross, on the cross;
Oh! hear His sad heart-rending cry,
"Eli lama sabachthani!"
Draw near and see your Saviour die
One the cross, on the cross.
Behold his arms extended wide,
On the cross, on the cross;
Behold His bleeding hands and side,
On the cross, on the cross;
The sun withholds its rays of light,
The heavens are clothed in shades of night,
While Jesus wins the glorious fight,
On the cross, on the cross.
Come, sinners, see him lifted up
On the cross, on the cross;
He drinks for us the bitter cup,
On the cross, on the cross;
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake
While Jesus doth atonement make,
While Jesus suffers for our sake,
On the cross, on the cross.
Lo, a soul Thy love has bought (184)
Lo, a soul Thy love has bought,
Thine by purchase, Lord, am I!
Thine I would be, willing nought,
Save beneath Thy will to lie!
Gently loosen Thou my hold
On the former treasured things:
Joys and vanities of old,
Shadows where the flesh still clings!
I am Thine! my soul, lie still-
Clay within the Potter’s hands,
Molded by that tender Will:
Love, more mighty than commands!
Jesus calls to little children (336)
Jesus calls to little children,
And His words are words of love;
"Come to Me, receive My blessing!
Come to Me, and live above!"
"But," you say, "He lives in heaven;
How can I approach Him there?"
Listen then to what He utters,
Thus His gracious words declare-
"Though in glory I am seated,
Even the softest word I hear;
And the voice of little children
Soundeth sweetly in Mine ear.
"In My love to ruined sinners,
To this wretched world I cam:
Here I died to make atonement;
Justice now no more can claim.
"Sinners now in Me believing
Everlasting life receive;
Come in faith, to Me for pardon-
I have died that thou mayest live."
Come, let us gladly sing (320)
Come, let us gladly sing,
Halleluiah! Amen.
To Christ our praises bring,
Halleluiah! Amen.
Bring song and incense choice,
And all with heart and voice
Before the throne rejoice:
Halleluiah! Amen.
Come, lift each heart on high,
Halleluiah! Amen.
Let praises fill the sky,
Halleluiah! Amen.
In love did He descend-
Our Lord, our Guide, our Friend,
Whose love shall never end:
Halleluiah! Amen.
Above we’ll sing again,
Halleluiah! Amen.
A nobler, sweeter strain,
Halleluiah! Amen.
On heaven’s blissful shore
Thee, Saviour, we’ll adore
In songs forevermore:
Halleluiah! Amen.
What, sinner, canst thou do? (304)
What, sinner, canst thou do?
Where, sinner, canst thou fly?
Eternal wrath hangs o’er thy head,
And judgement lingers nigh.
For God must visit sin
With His displeasure sore;
Since He is holy, just, and true,
And righteous evermore.
But Jesus died for sin-
Upon the cross He died;
God’s righteousness was there displayed,
And Justice satisfied.
Faith is the way of life;
Believe in Christ and live;
Fly to the shelter of His blood,
And peace with God receive.
Nothing but blood, the precious blood (218)
Nothing but blood, the precious blood
Of Christ, can purge the soul from sin;
He freely gave the cleansing flood,
And all are saved who trust therein.
Above the silver and the gold,
And all the wealth of worlds untold,
The precious blood of Jesus Christ
Is still the gift of love unpriced,
Of love unpriced.
It was redemption’s pledge of old
Salvation’s token sent from heaven;
God said, "When I the blood behold,
It stands for peace and sins forgiven!"
Nor name, nor character will count,
For sin is purged by blood alone,
And Jesu’s veins supplied the fount,
The only stream that can atone.
And they who would atonement buy
With wealth or works, but build in vain;
"The soul that sinneth, it shall die,"
Except the blood has cleansed the stain.
Without the blood there cannot be
Remission from the guilt of sin,
But Calvary’s fount is flowing free
To any who will trust therein.
Unsaved one, now this word believe:
"For the ungodly Jesus died,"
And thus, through faith, the gift receive,
And "by the blood be justified."
The glory shines before me! (352)
The glory shines before me!
I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken over me,
My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren desert
A little while I roam-
The glory shines before me;
I am not far from home!
Beyond the storms I’m going,
Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the flood’s overflowing,
Beyond the changing years;
I’m going to the home-land,
By faith long since possessed-
The glory shines before me,
For this is not my rest!
The Lamb is there the glory!
The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calls me,
My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me:
The prize will soon be won!
The glory shines before me!
I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is over me,
His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constrains me,
His blood has washed me white:
Where Jesus is in glory-
‘Tis home! and love! and light!
Lo, He comes, from heaven descending- (384)
Lo, He comes, from heaven descending-
Once for favored sinners slain!
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train!
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Jesus comes, and comes to reign!
See the Saviour, long expected,
Crowned with glory, now appear,
While His saints, by man rejected,
All His heavenly glory share!
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
See the Son of God appear!
Israel’s race shall now behold Him,
Full of grace and majesty!
They who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced Him, nailed Him to the tree,
Now in glory-now in glory,
Shall their great Messiah see!
‘Tis Thy heavenly bride and Spirit,
Jesus, Lord, that bid Thee come,
All Thy glory to inherit,
And to take Thy people home!
All creation-all creation
Travails, groans, till Thou shalt come!
Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne!
Saviour, take Thy power and glory-
Claim the kingdoms for Thine own!
Come, Lord Jesus! come, Lord Jesus!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!
‘Tis sweet to think of those at rest (368)
‘Tis sweet to think of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord-
Whose spirits now with him are blest,
According to His word.
They once were pilgrims here with us-
In Jesus now they sleep;
And we for them, while resting thus,
As hopeless can not weep.
How bright the resurrection-morn
On all the saints will break!
The Lord Himself will then return,
His ransomed Church to take!
Our Lord Himself we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed-
With Him forever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head!
We cannot linger o’er the tomb:
The resurrection-day
To faith shines bright beyond its gloom,
Christ’s glory to display!
The sands of time are sinking (400)
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for-
The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Oh, Christ! He is the fountain-
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above!
There, to an ocean fullness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Oh, I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His "house of wine!"
I stand upon His merit,
I know no safer stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel’s land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my Kind of Grace-
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand-
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.
Behold the Saviour at the door ( 230 )
Behold the Saviour at the door!
He gently knocks has knock’d before;
Has waited long is waiting still:
You use no other friend so ill.
Refrain
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.
Oh, lovely attitude! He stands
With open heart and outstretched hands
Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows
His matchless kindness to His foes.
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.
Admit Him, ere His anger burn,
Lest He depart and ne’er return;
Admit Him, or the hour’s at hand
When at His door denied you’ll stand
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.
Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne’er entertained so kind a guest;
No mortal tongue their joys can tell,
With whom He condescends to dwell.
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.
Come, weary, anxious, laden soul! ( 246 )
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 heav’nly glory share,
Come, anxious sinner, come!
Rescued when perishing ( 262 )
Rescued when perishing,
Cared for when dying,
Snatch’d as a brand from the fierce-burning wave!
Sought for, an erring one,
Rais’d up when fallen:
Refrain
Praise be to Jesus, the Mighty to Save!
Rescued when perishing,
Cared for when dying,
Justified, pardon’d, eternally saved!
Long I lived slighting Him,
Still He stood waiting,
Waiting, my sin-burdened soul to relieve;
Pleading so lovingly,
Saying so gently,
“Look to me, weary one, Only believe.”
Down in my sinful heart,
Crushed by the tempter,
“No good thing dwelleth” that ” Grace can restore,”
But in my Saviour’s heart,
Brimful of kindness,
Cords of compassion vibrate evermore.
Praising, not perishing,
No dread of dying,
Life everlasting, “in Christ” God provides.
Walking the narrow way,
Patiently waiting,
Waiting my Saviour’s glad shout from the skies.
Vain is the thought of man ( 278 )
Vain is the thought of man
To merit heav’n by pray’r;
‘Tis only Jesu’s precious blood
Can give admission there.
Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears forever flow,
The soul were still unblest, unsaved,
And peace could never know.
But faith’s one look at Christ,
Expiring on the tree
One heart-believing glance at Him
Can set the sinner free.
Never perish! words of mercy ( 294 )
Never perish! words of mercy,
Coming from the lips of One
Who, once here a homeless Stranger,
Sits on high upon the throne.
Refrain
Jesus, Saviour, we adore Thee!
Shepherd of Thy blood-bought sheep!
From Thy hand no one can pluck us,
Safe are all whom Thou dost keep.
Brightness of the Father’s glory,
God and man in One combined,
Faithful Shepherd of the chosen:
Safe are all to Thee consigned.
Never perish! words of sweetness,
Dissipating ev’ry fear,
Filling all with joy and gladness
Who the Shepherd’s voice will hear.
The Lamb was slain! let us adore (11)
The Lamb was slain! let us adore,
And all His gracious mercy own;
And prostrate now and evermore,
Before His pierced feet fall down,
Serve without dread, with reverence, love
The Lord whose boundless grace we prove!
Through Him alone we live, for He
Hath drowned our transgressions all
In love’s unfathomable sea:
O love, unknown, unsearchable!
The holy Lamb for sin was slain,
That sinners endless life might gain!
As ground, when parched with summer’s heat,
Gladly drinks in the welcome shower,
So would we, listening at His feet,
Receive His words, and feel His power,
Have nothing in our hearts remain
Like this great truth, "The Lamb was slain!"
How beauteous were the marks divine (27)
How beauteous were the marks divine
That in Thy meekness used to shine
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
O who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of light
O who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe!
O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before!
So meek, so lowly, yet so high
So glorious in humility!
Death-death that sets the prisoner free
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee!
Yet love through all Thy anguish glowed,
And mercy in Thy life-blood flowed!
O wondrous Lord, my soul would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee,
With heart engaged, along the road,
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
Amazing, holy mystery (46)
Amazing, holy mystery,
Unfathomed Sacrifice,
Where Incarnate Love on Calvary’s tree,
Accursed for sinners, dies!
From His soul, poured out unto death, that cry
Utters sorrow and love unknown,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
O Sufferer, so wounded, so lone!
How couldst Thou-bruised like crushed worm
Trod down in the dust of death,
Over that scene of wrathful gloom and storm
Pour love’s sweet undying breath?
‘Twas our doom that wrung from Thy soul the plea,
Out of depths of the direful cross,
"My God, O why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
Forsaken, blest Saviour, for us!
For us Thy scars Thou wearest still,
Sweet mark of our Advocate!
Soon Thy Form of love our souls shall thrill,
Low bowed at Thy nail-pierced feet!
How Thy wounds shall speak! how Thy soul’s deep cry
Shall in echo forever fall,
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Lord Jesus! our Glory, our All!