Jesus, Thou glorious Priest and King!
Accept the tribute that we bring;
Accept the feeble song of praise
Which here on earth Thy people raise.

, May every minute as it flies
Augment our love, increase our joys,
Till we are brought to sing Thy name
At the glad supper of the Lamb.

And soon the months will roll away,
And quickly come the nuptial day,
When Thou, the Lamb, shalt take Thy throne,
And fully there Thy church shalt own.

The gladness of that happy day,
In this sad world’s our strength and stay;
Then let not faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

Forgiveness! ’twas a joyful sound
To guilty sinners doomed to die:
We’d publish it the world around,
And gladly shout it through the sky.

‘Twas the rich gift of love divine;
‘Tis full, effacing every crime;
Unbounded shall its glory shine,
And know no change by changing time.

For this stupendous gift of heaven,
What grateful honors shall we show!
Where much transgression is forgiven,
May love with fervent ardor glow.

By love inspired, may all our days
With every heavenly grace be crowned;
May truth and goodness, joy and praise,
In all abide, in all abound.

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!

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Where pow’rless is the last of foes.

Asleep in Jesus: oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost its venomed sting.

Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest,
Whence waking we’re supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Savior’s power.

O God! we see Thee in the Lamb
To be our hope, our joy, our rest;
The glories that compose Thy name
Standing engaged to make us blest.

Thou great and good! Thou just and wise!
Hail! as our Father and our God!
For we are Thine by sacred ties,
Thy sons and daughters, bought with Thy blood.

Then, oh! to us this grace afford,
That far from Thee we ne’er may move;
Our guard–the presence of the Lord;
Our joy–Thy perfect present love.

This gives us ever to rejoice,
Turning to light our darkest days;
And lifts on high each feeble voice,
While we have breath to pray or praise.

We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross,
The sinner’s Hope–let men deride;
For this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, "GOD IS LOVE!"
The Lamb who died upon the tree
Has brought us mercy from above.

The Cross! it took our guilt away,
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes its terror from the grave,
And guilds the bed of death with light.

The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner’s refuge here below,
The theme of praise in heaven above.

Nothing but Christ as on we tread,
The Gift unpriced–God’s living Bread,
With staff in hand and feet well shod,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.

Everything loss for Him below,
Taking the cross where’er we go;
Showing to all where once He trod,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.

Nothing save Him, in all our ways,
Giving the theme for ceaseless praise;
Our whole resource along the road,
Nothing but Christ–the Christ of God.

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.

Jesus, my Savior! Thou art mine,
The Father’s gift of love divine;
All Thou hast done, and all Thou art,
Are now the portion of my heart.

Poor, feeble, wretched as I am,
I now can glory in Thy name;
Now cleansed in Thy most precious blood
And made the righteousness of God.

All that Thou hast Thou hast for me,
All my fresh springs are hid in Thee;
In Thee I live while I confess
I nothing am, yet all possess.

O Savior, teach me to abide
Close sheltered at Thy wounded side,
Each hour receiving "grace on grace,"
Until I see Thee face to face.

There is no other name than Thine,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine;
On which to rest for sins forgiven,
For peace with God, for hope of heaven.

Name above every name, Thy praise
Shall fill yon courts through endless days,
Jehovah-Jesus! name divine,
Rock of Salvation–Thou art mine.

O Love divine, Thou vast abyss!
Our sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is our unrighteousness;
From condemnation we are free:
In Jesus’ blood our hearts can trace
The boundless riches of Thy grace.

Fixed on this ground must we remain;
Though heart may fail and flesh decay,
This anchor shall our souls sustain,
When earth and heaven shall pass away.
Mercy’s full worth we then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

Worthy of homage and of praise;
Worthy by all to be adored;
Exhaustless theme of heav’nly lays!
Thou, Thou art worthy, Jesus, Lord.

Now seated on Jehovah’s throne,
The Lamb once slain in glory bright:
‘Tis thence Thou watchest o’er Thine own,
Guarding us through the deadly fight.

To Thee, e’en now, our song we raise,
Though sure the tribute mean must prove;
No mortal tongue can tell Thy ways,
So full of life and light and love.

Yet, Savior Thou shalt have full praise:
We soon shall meet Thee on the cloud,
We soon shall see Thee face to face,
In glory praising as we would.

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."

Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness!
Our beauty Thou, our glorious dress!
Before the throne, in this arrayed,
With joy shall we lift up the head.

Bold shall we stand in that great day,
For who aught to our charge shall lay,
While by Thy blood absolved we are
From sin and guilt, from shame and fear?

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the saints redeemed with blood,
Savior of sinners, Thee proclaim,
And all their boast is in Thy name.

This spotless robe the same appears
In new creation’s endless years,
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

Till we behold Thee on Thy throne
In Thee we boast, in Thee alone,
Our beauty this, our glorious dress,
"Jesus, the Lord, our rightness."

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!

The cross! the cross, oh that’s our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain;
‘Twas there the Lord was crucified,
‘Twas there for us the Savior 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.

Like Thee, O Lord–how wondrous fair,
Lord Jesus, all Thy members are;
A life divine to them is given–
The bright inheritance of heaven.

Just as we were we came to Thee,
As heirs of wrath and misery;
Just as Thou art–now we are Thine,
We stand in righteousness divine.

Just as Thou art–nor doubt, nor fear,
Can e’er to those like Thee be near,
O boundless love! as Thee we’re seen
The "righteousness of God in Him."

Just as Thou art–O blissful ray
That turned our darkness into day!
That woke us from our death of sin
To know our perfectness in Him.

Soon, soon, ‘mid joys on joys untold,
Thou wilt this grace and love unfold,
And worlds on worlds adoring see
The part Thy members have in Thee.

Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise
The blessings of redeeming grace;
Jesus, our everlasting tower,
Mocks at the angry tempest’s roar.

His love’s a refuge ever nigh,
His watchfulness, a mountain high;
His name’s a rock, which winds above
Nor waves below can ever move.

His faithfulness, for ever sure,
For endless ages will endure;
His perfect work will ever prove
The depths of His unchanging love.

While all things change, He changes not,
Nor e’er forgets, though oft forgot;
His love’s unchangeably the same,
And as enduring as His name.

Thou, Lamb of God! didst shed Thy blood,
Thou didst our load of misery bear;
And hast exalted us to share
The rank of kings and priests to God.

To Thee we render evermore
The honor, glory, praise that’s due;
Might, power, and obedience, too,
And in our hearts we Thee adore.
Amen! Amen!
O Lord, Amen!

From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sweet retreat;
‘Tis found before the mercy-seat.

There is a place where mercy sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place than all beside more sweet–
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.

There is a place where souls unite,
And saint meets saint in heavenly light;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Before the common mercy-seat.

Ah! whither could we flee for aid
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

Thither by faith we upward soar,
And time and sense seem all no more,
For freely God our souls can greet
Where glory crowns the mercy-seat.