On earth the song begins;
In heaven more sweet and loud–
"To Him that cleansed our sins
By His atoning blood;
To Him," we sing in joyful strain,
"Be honor, power, and praise, Amen."
Alone He bare the cross,
Alone its grief sustained;
His was the shame and loss,
And He the victory gained;
The mighty work was all His own,
Though we shall share His glorious throne.
Category Archives: Hymns for the Little Flock
Hymns for the Little Flock Selected 1856 – Revised 1881
The Savior Lives, No More To Die ( 96 )
The Savior lives, no more to die;
He lives, our Head, enthroned in high;
He lives triumphant o’er the grave;
He lives eternally to save.
The chief of sinners He receives;
His saints He loves and never leaves;
He’ll guard us safe from every ill,
And all His promises fulfil.
Abundant grace will He afford,
Till we are present with the Lord;
And prove what we have sung before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.
Then let our souls in Him rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Our doubts and fears for ever gone,
For Christ is on the Father’s throne.
Eternal Praise, Our God, Shall Rise:( 112 )
Eternal praise, our God, shall rise:
In mansions far beyond the skies
Thy name shall be adored.
With joyful hearts our songs we raise;
Our God and Father, Thee we praise,
While waiting for our Lord.
When ruined, guilty, and undone,
Thou gav’st for us Thine only Son,
We trust Thy truthful word.
Rejoicing in Thy love we sing,
Praise for Thy gift of gifts we bring,
Thy goodness we record.
We praise Thee in our pathway here,
Far off we were, but now brought near
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Fresh grace for every moment here,
Fresh manna o’er the desert drear
Thy Spirit doth afford.
When Thou shalt come, for whom we wait,
We then shall see and know how great
The gain that faith hath stored.
With joyful hearts our songs we raise;
Our God and Father, now to praise,
While waiting for our Lord.
See Mercy, Mercy From On High ( 128 )
See mercy, mercy from on high,
Descend to rebels doomed to die;
‘Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;
How sweet, how pleasant is the sound!
Soon as the reign of sin began,
The light of mercy dawned on man,
When God announced the blessed news,
"The woman’s seed thy head shall bruise."
Brightly it beamed on men forlorn,
When Christ, the holy child was born;
And brighter still in splendor shone
When Jesus, dying, cried, ‘Tis done!
Complete in power when He arose,
And burst the bands of all His foes;
Then captive led captivity,
And took for us His seat in high.
Till we around Him there shall throng,
This mercy shall be still our song;
For God shall every scheme confound
Of all that seek its course to bound!
SALVATION! O The Joyful Sound! ( 144 )
SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
CHOROUS:
Glory, honor, praise and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer,
Hallelujah, praise ye the Lord.
Salvation! O ascended Lamb,
To Thee the praise belongs!
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
Though Troubles Assail ( 160 )
Though troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,
And foes all unite:
Yet one thing secures us
Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us
The Lord will provide.
The birds, without barn
Or storehouse, are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting
Shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ’tis written,
The Lord will provide.
We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages
The Lord will provide.
His call we obey,
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers,
We have a sure guide,
And trust in all dangers
The Lord will provide.
Lord, We Shall See Thee As Thou Art ( 176 )
Lord, we shall see Thee as Thou art
In yonder mansions fair,
We shall behold Thee face to face,
Thy glorious image bear.
With what delight, what wond’ring love,
Each thrilling heart shall swell,
When we, as sharers of Thy joy,
Are called in heav’n to dwell!
O hasten, hasten on that hour,
And call us to Thy seat;
Lord, Thou without us ne’er wilt count
Thy joy and work complete.
Great Captain Of Salvation ( 192 )
Great Captain of salvation,
Now crowned with highest glory,
Joyful we raise,
Our songs of praise,
And lowly bow before Thee:
We worship and adore Thee,
Each heart and tongue confessing,
Worthy to reign,
The Lamb once slain,
Of honor, power, and blessing.
Thou hast the cross endured–
In love beyond all measure!
The curse, the grave,
Thy saints to save,
And have us as Thy treasure.
We see Thee as the Victim,
Our sins and sorrows bearing;
The Lamb once slain,
Alive again,
The crown of glory wearing.
Head of the new creation,
To God’s right hand ascended;
Thy saints rejoice,
With heart and voice,
Before Thy feet low bended:
We own Thee, Lord, exulting
In all Thy joy and glory;
And long to be
On high with Thee,
Where all shall bow before Thee.
In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes ( 208 )
In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
Waiting to see the Morning Star arise;
How bright, how gladsome will His advent be,
Before the Sun shines forth in majesty.
How will our eyes to see His face delight,
Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night!
How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,
Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice!
No stain within; no foes or snares around;
No jarring notes shall there discordant sound;
All pure without, all pure within the breast;
No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest.
If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus’ love
Lift our poor hearts this weary world above;
If even here the taste of heavenly springs
So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings;
What will the sunshine of His glory prove?
What the unmingled fulness of His love?
What hallelujahs will His presence raise?
What but one loud eternal burst of praise?
O That We Never Might Forget ( 224 )
O that we never might forget
What Christ has suffered for our sake,
To save our souls and make us meet
Of all Thy glories to partake;
But keeping this in mind press on
To glory and the victor’s crown.
But, gracious Lord, when we reflect
How apt to turn the eye from Thee,
Forget Thee, too, with sad neglect,
And listen to the enemy,
And yet to find Thee still the same–
‘Tis this that humbles us with shame.
Astonished at Thy feet we fall,
Thy love exceeds our highest thought,
Henceforth be Thou our all in all,
Thou who our souls with blood hast bought;
May we henceforth more faithful prove,
And ne’er forget Thy ceaseless love.
The Gloomy Night Will Soon Be Past ( 240 )
The gloomy night will soon be past,
The morning will appear;
The harbinger of day at last
Each waiting eye will cheer.
Thou Bright and Morning Star, Thy light
Will to our joy be seen;
Thou, Lord, wilt meet our longing sight,
Without a cloud between.
Praise The Savior, Ye Who Know Him ( 256 )
Praise the Savior, ye who know Him,
Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we have and are.
Jesus is the name that charms us,
He for conflict fits and arms us,
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
While we trust in Him.
Trust in Him, ye saints for ever,
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
Keep us Lord, O keep us cleaving
To Thyself and still believing,
Till the hour of our receiving
Promised joys with Thee.
Then we shall be where we would be,
Then we shall be what we should be;
Things that are not now not could be
Soon shall be our own.
Ah! Who Upon Earth Can Conceive ( 272 )
Ah! who upon earth can conceive
The bliss that with Jesus we’ll share?
Or who this dark world would not leave
And earnestly long to be there
There Christ is the light and the sun,
His glories unhinderedly shine;
Already our joy is begun,
Our rest is the glory divine.
‘Tis good, at His word, to be here,
Yet better e’en now to be gone,
And there in His presence appear,
And rest where He rests on the throne;
Yet, ah! what the joy ’twill afford,
When Him we shall see in the air:
And enter the joy of the Lord,
For ever to be with Him there.
O Thou, Whose Mercies Far Exceed ( 288 )
O Thou, whose mercies far exceed
All we can do or say,
As in Thy people Thou indeed
Dost daily more display;
Let, for our happiness, O God,
On us while here below,
By virtue of Christ’s death and blood,
Thy richest blessings flow.
Preserve Thy flock most graciously,
Within Thy sheltering fold;
Move them from every harm away,
And in Thy safeguard hold;
Till Thou shalt fully have obtained
In us the fruits of grace,
And we, in joys that never end,
Shall see Thee face to face.
Do Thou, the very God of peace,
Us wholly sanctify,
And grant us such a rich increase
Of power from on high,
That spirit, soul, and body may,
Preserved free from stain,
Be blameless until that great day;
Lord Jesus Christ, Amen!
Soon The Saints In Glory Singing ( 304 )
Soon the saints in glory singing,
Will with joy exalt the Lamb;
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Savior’s name.
To us, now the earnest’s given,
Here by grace these themes belong;
Let us sing the song of heaven,
‘Tis our everlasting song.
See how God has now enthroned Him
At His own right hand in heaven,
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him
Lord, to whom all power is given.
Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name,
Glory, honor, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb.
Farewell To This World’s Fleeting Joys ( 320 )
Farewell to this world’s fleeting joys,
Our home is not below;
There was no home for Jesus here,
And ’tis to Him we go.
To Him in yonder home of love,
Where He has gone before:
The home He changed for Calvary’s cross,
Where all our sins He bore.
He bore our sins that we might be
His partners on the throne!
The throne He’ll shortly share with those
For whom He did atone.
Up to our Father’s house we go,
To that sweet home of love:
Many the mansions that are found
Where Jesus dwells above!
And He who left that home above,
To be a sufferer here,
Has left this world again for us
A mansion to prepare.
His errand to the earth was love,
To wretches such as we!
To pluck us from the jaws of death,
Nailed to th’ accursed tree.
Th’ accursed tree was the reward
Which this sad world did give
To Him who gave His precious life
That this lost world might live.
And has this world a charm for us,
Where Jesus suffered thus?
No! we have died to all its charms
Through Jesus’ wondrous cross.
The cross on which our Lord expired
Has won the crown for us!
In thankful fellowship with Him
We bear our daily cross.
Set free in grace–He vanquished him
Who held us in his chains–
But more than this, He shares with us
The fruit of all His pains.
To all His ransomed ones He’ll give
(To us amongst the rest),
With Him to dwell, with Him to reign,
With Him for ever blest.
Farewell, farewell, poor faithless world,
With all thy boasted store;
We’d not have joy where He had woe–
Be rich where He was poor.
Behold, What Wondrous Love And Grace! ( 336 )
Behold, what wondrous love and grace!
When we were wretched and undone,
To save a ruined, helpless race,
The Father gave His only Son!
Of twice ten thousand gifts divine,
No gift like this could ever shine.
O gift of love unspeakable!
O gift of mercy all divine!
We once were slaves of death and hell,
But in Christ’s image we shall shine:
For every gift a song we raise,
But this demands eternal praise.
Praises shall employ these tongues of ours,
Till we with all the saints above,
Extol His name with nobler powers,
And see the ocean of His love:
Then, while we look and wondering gaze,
We’ll fill the heavens with endless praise.
What Cheering Words Are These! ( A11 )
What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternal days–
"’Tis with believers well!"
In every state secure,
Watched by the Savior’s eye,
‘Tis well with them should life endure,
And well if called to die.
Well in affliction’s ways,
Or on the mount with God;
Well when they joy and sing and praise,
Or buffet with the flood.
‘Tis well when joys arise,
‘Tis well when sorrows flow,
Or darkness seems to veil the skies,
And strong temptations grow.
‘Tis well when on the mount
They feast and joy in love;
And ’tis as well, in God’s account,
When they the furnace prove.
But above all, how well
When Jesus speaks the word,
And, at the trumpet’s sounding swell,
They rise to meet their God!
A Mind At Perfect Peace With God:( A27 )
A mind at perfect peace with God:
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood:
This, this indeed is peace!
By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him,
Through faith in Jesus’ blood.
So nigh, so very nigh to God,
More near I cannot be;
For in the person of His Son,
I am as near as He.
So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves the Son,
Such is His love to me.
Why should I ever careful be,
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o’er me night and day,
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."
O God Of Grace, Our Father ( A43 )
O God of grace, our Father,
All praise we give to Thee,
‘Tis in Thy sovereign favor
All blessedness we see;
There only is the fountain
Whence living waters flow,
Which like a glorious river
Still gladden as they go.
As Thine, Thou didst foreknow us
From all eternity;
Thy chosen, loved ones ever,
Kept present to Thine eye;
And when was come the moment,
Thou, calling by Thy grace,
Didst gently, firmly draw us
Each from his hiding-place.
Thy word, Thyself reflecting,
Doth sanctify by truth,
Still leading on Thy children
With gentle heavenly growth.
Thus still the work begun by grace,
The work begun by grace,
For each is meet, and training,
Father, to see Thy face.
Not All The Gold Of All The World ( A59 )
Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind;
‘Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing full supply.
Gold could not give the heart relief
The malefactor craved,
Ah, no! ’twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith’s view of Him who bleeding hung
A victim by His side,
He saw, he knew, the Lord was there,
The Lord for him had died.
O what can equal joy divine?
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?
Safe in the Lord without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.
"No Separation"!–Oh, My Soul ( A75 )
"No separation"!–Oh, my soul,
‘Tis God who speaks the word,
So close the Spirit thee unites
With Christ thy risen Lord.
"No separation"!–thou art His,
And His for evermore;
Upon the cross thy debt He paid,
And all thy judgment bore.
"No separation"!–Life not death,
Things present nor to come,
Can part thee from His precious care,
Or rob thee of thy home.
"No separation"!–Linked with Him,
His glory–all is thine;
Oh, wondrous love, that thus could plan
A union so divine!
Of All The Gifts Thy Love Bestows ( 1 )
Of all the gifts Thy love bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows
Than the Redeemer’s blood.
Faith, too, that trusts the blood through grace,
From that same love we gain;
Else sweetly as it suits our case,
The gift had been in vain.
We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more,
To Thee our all we owe;
The precious Savior and the power
That makes Him precious too.
May The Grace Of Christ Our Savior ( 17 )
May the grace of Christ our Savior,
And the Father’s boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit’s favor,
Rest upon us from above!
Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord,
And possess in sweet communion,
Joys which earth can ne’er afford.
Jesus, Captain Of Salvation ( 33 )
Jesus, Captain of salvation,
Conqueror both of death and hell!
Thou who didst as sin’s oblation,
Feel what Thou alone couldst feel:
Through Thy suff’rings, death, and merit,
We eternal bliss inherit,
Thousand thousand thanks to Thee,
Jesus, Lord, for ever be!
Christ Delivered Us When Bound ( 49 )
Christ delivered us when bound,
And, when wounded, healed our wound,
Sought us wandering, set us right,
Turned our darkness into light.
Can a mother’s tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful prove,
He will never cease to love.
His is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper then the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
We shall see His glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,
Partners of His throne above;
Such to us His wondrous love!
This alone is our complaint,
That our love is weak and faint;
Yet we love Him, and adore,
O for grace to love Him more!
O How The Thought That I Shall Know ( 65 )
O how the thought that I shall know
The Man that suffered here below,
To manifest God’s favor
For me, and for the saints I love,
Both here, and with Himself above,
Doth my renewed nature move
At that sweet word, "For ever!"
For ever to behold Him shine!
For evermore to call Him mine!
And see Him still before me;
For ever on His face to gaze,
And meet the full assembled rays,
While all His beauty He displays
To all the saints in glory!
Not all things else are half so dear
As is His blissful presence here,
What will it be in heaven!
‘Tis heaven on earth that we can say,
As now we journey, day by day,
"Himself has borne our guilt away,
Our sins are all forgiven."
But how will His celestial voice
Make each enraptured heart rejoice,
Of saints in glory near Him!
When we no longer absent wait,
But like Him in His glorious state,
Where naught our bless can e’er abate,
With joy in heaven shall hear Him!
Arm Of The Lord, Whose Wondrous Power ( 81 )
Arm of the Lord, whose wondrous power
The world and all things made,
Thou art our Rock, our Shield, our Tower
Our ransom Thou hast paid.
Revealer of the Father’s love,
His glory and His power;
Upholding all things now above,
Till the appointed hour–
That hour when all Thy foes to Thee
A footstool shall be given;
Thy praise Thy people’s food shall be;
Their place with Thee in heaven.
Blest Lamb Of God! With Grateful Praise ( 97 )
Blest Lamb of God! with grateful praise
Our voices now to Thee we raise–
O’er earth to reign, redeemed by blood,
Kingdom and priests are we to God.
Soon, too, in glory shall we sing,
And louder praises to Thee bring,
While every nation, tongue and tribe,
Strength, glory, might, to Thee ascribe!
Amen! Amen!
O Lord, Amen!
Lord Jesus, ‘Tis Our Joy To Think ( 113 )
Lord Jesus, ’tis our joy to think
Our life is so bound up with Thine,
That nothing can divide the link
Secured and fixed by love divine.
By faith we see Thee, Lord, enthroned
At God’s right hand of power on high;
And Thy redeemed ones, we’re owned
As one with Thee, in Thee brought nigh.