My soul, repeat His praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

High as the heavens are raised
Above the earth we tread,
So far the riches of God’s grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.

Man’s life is as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.

But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.

Grace is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears,
When conscience charged and justice frowned,
‘Twas grace removed our fears.

‘Tis freedom to the slave,
‘Tis light and liberty;
It takes its terror from the grave,
From death its victory.

Grace is a mine of wealth
Laid open to the poor;
Grace is the sov’reign spring of health;
‘Tis Life for evermore.

Of grace then let us sing!
(A joyful, wondrous theme!)
Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,
And we shall reign with Him.

Then shall we see His face
With all the saints above,
And sing forever of His grace,
For ever of His love.

O patient, spotless One!
Our hearts in meekness train,
To bear Thy yoke, and learn of Thee,
That we may rest obtain.

Jesus! Thou art enough
The mind and heart to fill;
Thy patient life–to calm the soul;
Thy love–its fear dispel.

O fix our earnest gaze
So wholly, Lord, on Thee,
That, with Thy beauty occupied,
We elsewhere none may see.

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!

Sing without ceasing, sing
The Savior’s present grace,
How all things shine in light divine
For those who’ve seen His face.

He’s gone within the veil,
For us that place has won;
In Him we stand, a heavenly band
Where He Himself is gone.

There all’s unsullied light,
Our hearts let in its rays;
And heavenly light makes all things bright,
Seen in that blissful gaze.

Such here on earth we are,
Though we in weakness roam;
Our place on high, God’s self so nigh;
His presence is our home.

And stayed by joy divine,
As hireling fills his day,
Through scenes of strife and desert life
We tread in peace our way.

That way is upward still,
Where life and glory are;
Our rest’s above, in perfect love
The glory we shall share.

For ever with the Lord,
For ever like Him then,
And see His face in that blest place,
Our Father’s house in heaven.

Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We every moment come.

Secure within the veil,
Christ is our anchor strong;
While power supreme, and love divine,
Still guide us safe along.

And should the surges rise–
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

God’s grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.

Soon shall our pains and fears
For ever pass away;
For we shall soon the Savior see
In everlasting day.

What though th’ accuser roar
Of ills that I have done!
I know them well, and thousands more:
Jehovah findeth none.

Sin, Satan, death appear
To harass and appal;
Yet since the gracious Lord is near,
Backward they go and fall.

Before, behind, around,
They set their fierce array,
To fight and force me from the ground,
Along life’s narrow way.

I meet them face to face,
Through Jesus’ conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace
Right onward to my rest.

There, in His book, I bear
More than a conqueror’s name,
Of soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.

Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish alters slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace
Or wash away its stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Took all our guilt away,
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

Our souls look back to see
The burden Thou didst bear
When hanging on the accursed tree,
For all our guilt was there.

Believing we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing redeeming love.

We have a home above,
From all defilement free;
A mansion which eternal love
Prepared our rest to be.

The Father’s gracious hand
Has built that blest abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
The dwelling place of God.

The Savior’s precious blood
Has made our title sure;
He passed through death’s dark, raging flood,
To make our rest secure.

The Comforter is come,
The Earnest has been given;
He leads us onward to the home
Reserved for us in heaven.

Thy love, most gracious Lord,
Our joy and strength shall be;
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids us rise to Thee.

And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains we’ll praise
The grace that made us Thine.

Thou holy One and true,
Our hearts in Thee confide,
And in the circle of Thy love,
As brethren we abide.

In Thee the Father rests,
His own anointed One,
In Thee alone He finds delight,
His well-beloved Son.

In Thee we find delight,
Firstborn ‘mongst brethren Thou;
To Thy dear name alone we cling,
To Thy sure word we bow.

Teach us that name to own,
Whilst waiting, Lord, for Thee;
Unholiness and sin to shun,
From all untruth to flee.

Grace taught our wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour we meet
While traveling home to God.

‘Twas grace that wrote each name
In God’s eternal book;
‘Twas grace that gave us to the Lamb,
Who all our burdens took.

Grace saved us from the foe,
Grace taught us how to pray;
And God will ne’er His grace forego,
Till we have won the day.

May grace, free grace, inspire
Our souls with strength divine;
May every thought to God aspire,
And grace in service shine.

Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

Our times are in Thy hand,
Father, we wish them there;
Our life, our soul, our all, we leave
Entirely to Thy care.

Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.

Our times are in Thy hand,
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father’s hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the crucified!
The hand our many sins had pierced
Is now our Guard and Guide.

Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus the Advocate!
Nor can that hand be stretched in vain,
For us to supplicate.

Our times are in Thy hand,
We’d always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.

Vain is the thought of man
To merit heaven by prayer;
‘Tis only Jesus’ precious blood
Can give admission there.

Could ceaseless prayers ascend,
Could tears for ever 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.

None can, without the blood
Of Jesus, be forgiven;
‘Tis resting on the blood alone
That fits the soul for heaven.

Through waves, through clouds and storms,
God gently clears the way;
We wait His time; so shall the night
Soon end in blissful day.

He everywhere hath sway,
And all things serve His might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.

When He makes bare His arm,
Who shall His work withstand?
When He His people’s cause defends,
Who then shall stay His hand?

We leave it to Himself
To choose and to command,
With wonder filled, we soon shall see
How wise, how strong His hand!

We comprehend Him not,
Yet earth and heaven tell
God sits as sovereign on the throne
And ruleth all things well.

"One Spirit with the Lord";
O blessed, wondrous word!
What heavenly light, what power divine,
Doth that sweet word afford!

"One spirit with the Lord";
Jesus, the glorified,
Esteems the church for which He bled,
His body and His bride.

And though by storms assailed,
And though by trials pressed,
Himself our life, He bears us up
Right onward to the rest.

There we shall drink the stream
Of endless bliss above:
There we shall know, without a cloud,
His full, unbounded love.

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.

So 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.

Oh bright and blessed scenes!
Where sin can never come,
Whose sight our longing spirit weans
From earth where yet we roam.

And can we call our home
Our Father’s house on high,
The rest of God our rest to come,
Our place of liberty?

Yes! in that light unstained,
Our stainless souls shall live,
Our heart’s deep longings more than gained,
When God His rest shall give.

His presence there, my soul,
Its rest, its joy untold,
Shall find when endless ages roll,
And time shall ne’er grow old.

Our God the center is,
His presence fills that land,
And countless myriads owned as His,
Round Him adoring stand.

Our God whom we have known,
Well known in Jesus’ love,
Rests in the blessing of His own,
Before Himself above.

Glory supreme is there,
Glory that shines through all,
More precious still that love to share
As those that love did call.

Like Jesus in that place
Of light and love supreme;
Once Man of Sorrows, full of grace,
Heaven’s blest and endless theme.

Like Him! O grace supreme!
Like Him before Thy face,
Like Him to know that glory beam
Unhindered face to face.

O love supreme and bright!
Good to the feeblest heart,
That gives us now, as heavenly light,
What soon shall be our part.

We’ll praise Thee, glorious Lord,
Who died to set us free,
No earthly songs can joy afford
Like heavenly melody.

Love, that no suffering stayed,
We’ll praise, true love divine;
Love that for us atonement made,
Love that has made us Thine.

Love in Thy lonely life
Of sorrow here below;
Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,
Make grateful praises flow.

Love, that on death’s dark vale
Its sweetest odor spread,
Where sin o’er all seem to prevail
Redemption’s glory shed.

And now we see Thee risen,
Who once for us hast died,
Seated above the highest heav’n:
The Father’s glorified.

Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own,
In glory love displayed.

Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art?

"All things are ready," Come,
Come, rich and poor; come, old and young,
Come, and be richly fed.

"All things are ready," Come,
O make no vain excuse:
No yoke of oxen, wife, or field,
Instead to Jesus choose.

"All things are ready," Come,
The door is open wide;
O feast upon the love of God,
For Christ His Son has died.

"All things are ready," Come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love
To fallen man has proved.

"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!

"All things are ready," Come,
Tomorrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Savior waits
This hour to welcome thee!

Rest of the saints above,
Jerusalem of God,
Who in thy palaces of love,
Thy golden streets have trod?

To me thy joy to tell,
Those courts secure from ill,
Where God Himself vouchsafes to dwell,
And every bosom fill.

Who shall to me that joy
Of saint-thronged courts declare;
Tell of that constant sweet employ
My spirit longs to share?

That rest secure from ill
No cloud of grief e’er stains,
Unfailing praise each heart doth fill,
And love eternal reigns.

The Lamb is there, my soul–
There God Himself doth rest,
In love divine diffused through all
With Him supremely blest.

God and the Lamb–’tis well
I know that source divine
Of joy and love no tongue can tell,
Yet know that all is mine.

And see, the Spirit’s power
Has ope’d the heavenly door,
Has brought me to that favored hour
When toil shall all be o’er.

There on the hidden bread
Of Christ–once humbled here–
God’s treasured store–for ever fed,
His love my soul shall cheer.

Called by that secret name
Of undisclosed delight,
(Blest answer to reproach and shame)
Graved on the stone of white.

There in effulgence bright,
Savior and Guide, with Thee
I’ll walk, and in Thy heavenly light
Whiter my robe shall be.

There in th’ unsullied way
Which His own hand hath dressed,
My feet press on where brightest day
Shines forth on all the rest.

But who that glorious blaze
Of living light shall tell,
Where all His brightness God displays,
And the Lamb’s glories dwell?

(There only to adore,
My soul its strength may find,
Its life, its joy for evermore,
By sight nor sense defined.)

God and the Lamb shall there
The light and temple be,
And radiant hosts for ever share
The unveiled mystery.

Since Christ and we are one,
What room for doubt or fear?
He sits upon the Father’s throne,
And we are in Him there.

The Spirit doth unite
Our souls to Him our Head,
And forms us to His image bright
While in His steps we tread.

And grace it is–free grace–
Which keeps us on the road,
Till we behold the Savior’s face,
And city of our God.

We hear the words of love,
We gaze upon the blood,
We see the mighty sacrifice,
And we have peace with God.

‘Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah’s name;
‘Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.

Our love is ofttimes low,
Our joy still ebbs and flows;
But peace with Him remains the same,
No change Jehovah knows.

We change–He changes not;
Our Christ can never die:
His love, not ours, the resting-place,
We on His truth rely.

The cross still stands unchanged,
Though heaven is now His home;
The mighty stone is rolled away,
But yonder is His tomb!

And yonder is our peace,
The grave of all our woes;
We know the Son of God has come,
We know He died and rose.

We know He liveth now
At God’s right hand above;
We know the throne on which He sits,
We know His truth and love!

And shall we see Thy face,
And hear Thy heavenly voice,
Well known to us in present grace?
Well may our hearts rejoice.

With Thee in garments white,
Lord Jesus, we shall walk;
And spotless in that heavenly light,
Of all Thy sufferings talk.

Close to Thy trusted side,
In fellowship divine;
No cloud, no distance, e’er shall hide
Glories that then shall shine.

Fruit of Thy boundless love,
That gave Thyself for us;
For ever we shall with Thee prove
That Thou still lovest us thus.

And we love Thee, blest Lord,
E’en now, though feeble here,
The sorrow and Thy cross record
What makes us know Thee near.

We wait to see Thee, Lord,
Yet now within our hearts
Thou dwell’st in love that doth afford
The joy that love imparts.

Yet still we wait for Thee,
To see Thee as Thou art;
Be with Thee, like Thee, Lord, and free
To love with all our heart.

O What a debt we owe
To Him who shed His blood,
And cleansed our souls, and gave us power
To stand before His God.

Savior and Lord! we own
The riches of Thy grace;
For we can call Thy God, our God–
Can bow before His face.

Thy Father, too, above,
We worship as our own,
Who gave with Thee the Spirit’s cry,
To us His sons foreknown.

‘Tis not far off–the hour
When Christ will claim His own!
We soon shall hear that voice of power,
The Lord Himself shall come!

The days are passing by,
The years flow on apace,
Lord Jesus! Thy return draws nigh,
We long to see Thy face.

Eternal in the heavens,
Is our prepared abode–
Radiant and pure, in light divine,
The building of our God.

Rest, Lord in serving Thee,
As none have served below;
Oh, through that blest eternity
What tides of praise shall flow!

Come quickly blessed Lord!
Like exiles here we roam;
Fulfill to us Thy gracious word,
Lord Jesus, take us home.

The Lord is risen indeed:
And all His work performed!
The captive Surety now is freed,
And death, our foe, disarmed.

The Lord is risen indeed:
He lives–to die no more;
He lives–His people’s cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

The Lord is risen indeed:
And death has lost its prey:
And with Him all the ransomed seed
Shall reign in endless day.

Let earthly themes now cease,
And joyful let us dwell
On our sweet theme of heavenly peace:
O we’ve enough to tell.

We worship at Thy feet,
We wonder and adore;
The coming glory scarce more sweet
Than sweet the peace before.

Break forth and sing the song
Of "Glory to the Lamb!"
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Savior’s name.

Sing of His dying love;
Sing of His rising power;
Song how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.

Sing on your heavenly road,
Ye sons of glory, sing;
To the ascended Lamb of God,
Your cheerful praises bring.

Soon shall we hear Him say,
"Ye ransomed pilgrims, come";
Soon will He call us hence away,
And take us to His home.

Then shall each raptured tongue
His fullest praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices wake the song
Of "Glory to the Lamb!"

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.

Not to ourselves we owe
That we, O God, are Thine;
Jesus, the Lord, our night broke through
And gave us light divine.

The Father’s grace and love,
This blessed mercy gave,
And Jesus left the throne above,
His wandering sheep to save.

No more the heirs of wrath–
Thy sovereign love we see;
And, Father, in confiding faith,
We cast our souls on Thee.

Our hearts look up to see
The glory Thou hast given,
And dwell e’en now where we shall be
With Christ, Thine heirs, in heaven.

With the adopted band,
Soon shall we see Thee there:
With them and Him in glory stand,
And all His honors share.